#he just nails the absolute awkward freak

[valjeans]

Just Harry App's giving the most heartbreaking and powerful performance for his final show while literally sobbing his eyes out.

#i just love him so much as marius #he just nails the absolute awkward freak #and then his empty chairs is always such a powerful moment cause he's just so angry and broken #but today it was just soooo upsetting #it was what finally had me in tears #harry apps

[voidwizardwholikestheshadows]

Obey Me when you hug them from behind

Warnings; None

Includes; Bros plus Dia and Barb

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Lucifer: If you went up and hugged Lucifer from behind, I feel like his first instinct is to tense up and yell at whoever touched him. He wouldn’t yell when he figured out it was you but he would still be slightly on edge. I feel like he would expect someone to hurt him and he has to be on guard at all times. After fully realizing it was you, he would relax and turn around so he can give you a proper hug. He’s not used to surprise acts of affection so he may be a little bit awkward in the very beginning but once you’ve been together for longer, he would become more used to it and less stiff. If you want a genuine reaction from him, only do it when he’s in his study or when his brothers aren’t around. If you do it while in RAD, he might not give you much affection given his reputation.

Mammon: Mammon might jump at first but he would be quick to relax into it and just enjoy the affection. He would turn bright red and act like it's a big honor for you to be able to hug him but just know he is melting inside. The great Mammon would never show affection toward a human after all but if you wanted to hug him first he wasn’t going to complain. After a while of being in a relationship and he had a stressful day, he might be the one to come and hug you from behind. Being around you always makes his day better. If you did it at RAD, he would act like it’s a big deal but he’s just flustered and doesn’t want to ruin his so-called “reputation.” He would still let you hug him but he would be complaining just a little bit more than usual.

Levi: Levi would be super flustered and would immediately freak out if you came up and hugged him from behind. He definitely won’t know what to do in this situation so he would just awkwardly stand there, not knowing if he should move or hug you back. He might push you away in the very beginning of your relationship and question why you would want to hug a yucky otaku like him. Once your relationship gets more serious, he would still freak out and be super flustered but would definitely seem much more comfortable in your embrace. If you did it during one of the few days that he’s actually at RAD, he would 100% freak out and maybe even lock himself in his room for a while after he got home and would not want to go back to RAD for a while. He still loves you but he doesn’t know how to react to stuff like that.

Satan: Satan would tense up just like Lucifer would and would try to pull away and yell at whoever it was. Once he realizes it was you, he would let you hug him and just kind of relax like that. In the beginning of your relationship, he might seem a bit stiff but once you get him to open up, he becomes more affectionate. Once you’ve been together for a while and you go up and hug him while he’s reading or something like that, he’ll just continue with whatever he was doing and let you hang onto him like a baby koala. If he was reading, he might just pull you into his lap and have you read alongside him. You should never tell him this but his reaction in the beginning is quite similar to Lucifer’s reaction. He would also be pretty fine if you hugged him at RAD as long as he wasn’t in the middle of something important or doing classwork. He doesn’t really care what the others think, they wouldn’t say anything to his face anyway. 

Asmo: Asmo would be totally happy if you came up and hugged him. He absolutely loves affection and he’s super happy that you are comfortable enough to come up and do this with him. He may make a few flirty comments before turning around and embracing you in return. Hugs with Asmo tend to turn into cuddle sessions or something involving self care. If he was doing his makeup or painting his nails and you came up and hugged him, he would pull you into his lap and start doing your makeup or nails. He would be totally fine with wherever you decide to hug him, even if it’s in RAD during class. He’s totally chill with all forms of affection, he is the Avatar of Lust after all. Affection is the name of his game. Whether it’s in the beginning of your relationship or you’ve gotten more serious, don’t be afraid to show him affection. He may even come up and be the one to hug you.

Beel: Beel would also be pretty chill if you came up and hugged him. To be honest, he would be pretty happy that you trust him enough. He would try to hug you back but he knows that he is pretty strong so he is super careful because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Sometimes you have to remind him that you aren’t a piece of glass that would shatter the second that he touches you. In the beginning of the relationship, he would be super careful with you because he doesn’t know much about humans but he knows they are fragile. Once you guys get more serious, he wouldn’t be as careful when he hugs you in return. Sometimes you tend to hug him after he finishes working out and he’s a bit sweaty but both you and him don’t truly seem to mind. He also loves any form of affection that loves from you. He would be fine with you hugging him in RAD and would hug you back without making a fuss. 

Belphie: After the certain events that happened in the attic, he tends to treat you like a piece of glass. He’s so scared about hurting you again so when you come up and hug him, it does take him by surprise. He’s definitely not complaining about it because you are warm and cozy and he loves the embrace. Most hugs with Belphie typically end up with a cuddle session where he falls asleep right next to you so you can’t get up and leave. In the beginning of your relationship, he tends to be extremely careful and nervous around you about what happens but after he knows for sure that you forgive him, he’ll act more normal around you. He truly loves you and doesn’t want to hurt you again. After a while of being together, he’ll start hugging you first because he wants to be close to you.

Diavolo: Diavolo loves your hugs, especially if you are smaller than him and he can just completely hold you when you both hug. When you come up behind him and hug him, he’s never that alarmed because he knows that nobody else would dare to do something like that so he knows that it is you. He would be totally fine with you hugging him in RAD but Barbatos and Lucifer may have different thoughts on that but they can’t say no to him and are glad to see him happy. He typically turns around to hug you back when you hug him from behind. He also loves to spoil you with gifts and affection but he also loves affection in return because he’s so used to people respecting him because of his rank and not because of who he is. He’s used to people wanting to be his friend or partner because they want the wealth and the power and not because they truly love him so he truly cares about you and the fact that you love him for him.

Barbatos: Barbatos already know you’re approaching when you try to sneak up on him. He can just sense you there so he’s never worried. Sometimes you wish you could surprise him but he is always on guard just in case. So when you hug him, he is totally calm and collected as he normally is. When you do it for the first time, he remains cool and collected on the outside but on the inside he is melting because of how much he loves you. He’s not used to physical touch or physical affection so he does seem a bit awkward but after a while he figures out how to hug you back and how to properly show affection. If you hug him while he’s working, he probably wouldn’t respond immediately because his brain is in work mode, but afterward he will make sure to make up for the time

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me #omswd

[cursedkeyboard]

Big brother's here ☆ Jason Todd & Younger Sibling Reader

You're the second youngest member of the Wayne family and Jason Todd's favorite sibling 🦇 GN!Reader

First off, Jason Todd is a naturally caring person

Even with his grudges and anger, he still cares about his family

So when it comes to you, he's extra caring and protective

You joined the family a little earlier than Damian did, all bright eyed and freshly orphaned

Your connection with Jason wasn't immediate, he was still processing many emotions, his thirst for revenge and the betrayal, and avoiding the manor like the plague

You didn't know much about him except for his face and name, which you'd seen in portraits

Bruce always avoided talking about him, but when he slipped his face would turn somber and regretful, which left you wondering

But the day you two met, when he'd been forced to join forces with the other bats for a specific operation, it was... strange, to say the least

Jason was conflicted at best and angry at worst

Angry at Bruce for bringing yet another kid into this wretched life

And conflicted as you took his hand into your smaller ones and felt himself melt

He always did have a soft spot for kids and it didn't help that you were so damn cute

"You have some rotten luck, squirt." He'd say softly before teasingly flicking your tiny nose, making you giggle. "To end up in this house of all others."

Even though he was supposed to help with the mission, Jason spent all of his free time with you as long as Bruce wasn't around

He'd make an effort to spend time with you.

Reading, playing, teasing, and even cooking with you

Mind you, he's got a busy life, but for you he'd put some extra effort to be a good role model in your life

Since the people in your life were a bunch of costumed freaks

Jason would try to keep you away from the bat life, no doubt about that

He's tired of seeing kids being put in danger, tired of the never ending cycle of abuse and neglect, so he'd fight tooth and nail to keep you away from such dangers

But he'd also teach you self defense

Because y'all live in Gotham

You know he'd 100% take you out to eat whenever you got a high grade or won a competition

Or dyed Tim's hair pink

Or laughed at one of his lame jokes

He just likes spending time with you, since you're the least infuriating sibling and a damn cutie

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't tease and be an asshole either

Mess with his things when you're hanging in his house?

You're cleaning his dishes

You go through any awkward phases?

He's keeping pictures and videos until the day he dies

Probably keeps them in encrypted hard drives for future blackmail and teasing

He was the absolute worst during puberty

Always mocking your voice cracks

Pointing out your pimples

Then you'd mention his early robin outfits and he'd put you in a headlock

He'd take you out to ride on his motorcycle whenever the people at the manor got too much

Jason and you gossiping behind Bruce's back

He'd probably rant about his love life to you through the phone

You're the only sibling he can do that with without putting his crush(es) in danger anyway

If you bleached your hair to match his white streak he'd probably cry a little after roughhousing with you

He may be a bit of an ass sometimes, like every older brother

But Jason truly loves you

You're his favorite sibling

(When you're not messing with his guns unsupervised, that is)

#jason todd #Jason Todd & you #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #platonic #sibling reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #jason todd x sibling!reader #batfamily x reader

[yandere-romanticaa]

@animeyanderelover asked: In your opinion, which Haikyuu!! characters would be most capable of sharing a darling since you already talked a bit more in depth about Akaashi and Bokuto?

These are just a couple of that I came up with on the spot. If you have any ideas, please share!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 - another pair which is like day and night. Much like the day and night cycle though, they work seamlessly with one another and need each other to cooperate properly. Wakatoshi keeps the peace while Tendou keeps you on your toes. Quite the package dare I say!

Tendou keeps you happy and entertained. Well, as much as he can without freaking you out but he always somehow manages to do just that in the end. Sometimes it is intentional, other times it is not. It's just that kind of effect Tendou has on people and he can't really help it. You either like him or you don't.

Ushiwaka is the stable pillar of peace with a sprinkle of need deep inside him. He's not as touchy as Tendou is but he wishes he was. He fantasizes about holding you but you are usually left in his friends care so he's not in the picture.

When he is, he is awkward. Imposing, but he doesn't mean to be.

That is where the eccentric red head steps in to help his buddy. Unlike Ushiwaka, he actually does have the capacity for some emotional intelligence. Ushiwaka meanwhile is on par with a celery stick, Tendou knows this.

And Tendou can't just let his poor buddy to suffer like that now, can he?

The two of them have a long talk and come to a mutual agreement to share you amongst themselves. It is hectic and messy at first, but they will make it work. Both of them are set up with success and not many will dare to challenge them. Not with Tendou's monstrous reputation and Ushiwaka's imposing person.

I'd rate them a 6/10 on the danger scale. There's potential there for a higher score but since no one in their right mind will come close to you, all should be well. Unfortunately for you though, there are two obsessed fools joined to you by the hip and are not leaving any time soon.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀 - these two are like two peas in a pod, it's only natural that they get to share you!!! Both of them are attracted to you like magnets and have the mentality of "sharing is caring, but only with you because you're my best buddy!"

They are intense and there is no other word to describe it better. Neither one is shy about their affections towards you and are not against throwing hands if someone starts getting a little too chummy with you (which is, almost anyone really...) and their presence is beyond suffocating.

A solid 7/10 on the danger scale simply because you won't have anymore room to breathe.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ This one is a bit of a shot in the dark and it has the potential to end up quite messily unless things are set straight from the get go. And who would that be?

Why, it is our beloved 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 - my my, what a predicament!

Oikawa is too clingy for his own good which, in turn, makes Iwa so mad that he could punch him. The way in which he's always slobbering all over you makes his blood boil but he would rather nail his tongue on a wall than ever admit that fact out loud.

Oikawa knows better though. He knows damn well that his dear friend is fantasizing about not only brutally murdering him but about you too, and how could he not? The way you cheer them both on when they're playing would make anyone swoon but your overall attitude is just so attractive to them both that they can't help but to fall for you.

Iwaizumi is more subtle with you than Oikawa, promptly focusing on whether or not you've eaten. You haven't? Here, have his lunch. No, he's not hungry, be quiet. Here, take his jacket. If you catch a cold he will scold you.

Oikawa on the other hand is a shameless little bastard because, why shouldn't he be? He absolutely revels in your reactions but is always careful to never cross any lines which could land him in hot water. He's just a naturally touchy guy, it's not weird how often he holds you.

Although, it is a little strange how all of your guy friends started to avoid you once you befriended the pair.

On a scale, I'd give them a 9/10. Yes, it's that bad. The combination of Iwaizumi's brash attitude and Oikawa's calculative nature and charm there is literally no one they won't stomp over if they cross you, or them for that matter.

There is also the added danger of them being both naturally jealous individuals, which clashes badly on quite a few occasions. Both of them want to keep you and can't come up with a proper solution sometimes which leads to the air becoming much heavier than it ought to.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere male

[gglitch1dd]

1. Anything (Midoriya x Reader Week)

Bunny Midoriya x Bunny Fem!Reader

In this one reader is fem and is AFAB.

Hybrids

Maybe this arranged marriage with another rabbit hybrid could work out better than you initially thought. (Hybrid AU with No Quirks

Note: Nest- A group/family of rabbits ; Doe rabbit- female rabbit; Buck rabbit- male rabbit.

Warning: SMUT!! Mating Season. Cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink, you know the usual BUT mostly just fluff

You felt like you were going to throw up. You could barely register anything around you other than the door in front of you. It was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Yet you weren’t even surprised considering how normal it was in your town and apparently the next town over. Your parents had arranged an engagement for you.

You fought tooth and nail to find a way, any other way, out of it but here you were. Standing in the hallway of your own home, knowing that on the other side of the door awaited your beloved fiancé that you had never seen or met before. You were in a panic, your tail moving fast as you tried not to have a panic attack. Your mother told you it was only natural. She married your father and your grandparents married each other the same way too. All your aunts and uncles did the same too. It was some trend that wasn’t only just a rabbit thing but for all hybrids too.

You took a deep breath trying not to freak out. You heard your grandparents were nearly two decades apart in years. The thought of being paired with some old geezer made your stomach twist and you weren’t sure if the little muffin you managed to force down your throat earlier, would stay down. In such a case you had already planned your escape, because there was no way you were going to be some breeder bunny to some old floppy eared buck rabbit.

You tapped your cheeks a few times to try and calm yourself down. You had to get it together. To at least get to the other side of the door and through this meeting before feeling as though your life was completely over.

The feel of the metal handle never felt so terror inducing as you managed to open the door. Your legs felt stiff as you forced them to move one at a time. When the door was fully opened you took a few steps inside. You finally saw him.

Standing at the end of the room looking out the window was a tall man. His long rabbit ears twitched indicating that he heard you. He turned his head close to half a second after his ears twitched. He turned around fully to face you, in wonder as well. This was the first time you had ever seen him. He was larger than most of the rabbit hybrids you had met, not by much but his body had thick muscles from hard work and yet his face seemed soft and kind. His cheeks still had baby fat to it with a face littered with tiny freckles that looked harder to see other than the ones on his cheeks. He had a head full of soft green curls that was slightly darker than the fur of his ears and his tail that you had only gotten a glimpse of.

You cautiously moved forward closer to him out of instinct, and he did the same. The two of you walked up close to each other, noses twitching slightly as you inspected one another. He smelt nice at least. You let out a short huff and took a step back, satisfied with your inspection. He wasn’t that bad looking. He was attractive actually but you didn’t know him so you would be hesitant still.

“Afternoon, I’m Y/N.” You bowed at the waist.

He gave you a soft smile and did the same. “A-afternoon. My name is Midoriya Izuku.” He greeted back.

You both stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what else there was to be said. You looked away from him to the couch that stood in the warm sunlight. You motioned to it, checking if he wanted to sit. He nodded his head and the both of you sat down next to each other, leaving much space between the two of you. It was awkward for a moment.

Midoriya could tell but the wag of your tail ever so slight that you were nervous. He let out a soft chuckle, his green jade eyes looking down at his hands, scarred. “Your parents?” He asked. You nodded your head, looking away from him, not knowing what to say. He chuckled. “It’s okay. My ma, she…” He hesitated. “Gets worried about me.”

You hummed. “I understand and sympathize.” You nodded your head. “Being part of a nest of ten, it was bound to happen for me.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ten?” He asked with wide eyes. You chuckled at his reaction. “Only?” He asked with a raised eyebrow but a handsome smile on his face. You noticed, for a rabbit, he had longer canines than you would have thought.

There it was. It was a joking statement used amongst rabbits. Being known for their… bountiful… number of offspring, rabbits turned it into their own little joke too. You laughed nodding your head. “I know, I know. Small families.” You joked. “My parents thought I should join my elder siblings and be hoisted away to make room for my brothers and their families.”

“Hm.” Midoriya frowned for a moment, not liking the sound of that one bit, his ears lowering slightly. “Well, I am from a very small family.” He stated. “Just me and my ma.”

You looked at him shocked. “You have no siblings?” You asked.

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yep. It’s just ma and I, also my stepdad. My ma moved away from her nest when she was younger, so we don’t have any relatives anywhere near us” He revealed to you. You stared at him still flabbergasted to hear of a rabbit with no siblings. He laughed at your shocked expression. “I know, it’s odd, but there are a few rabbits and hares in my town so we still have a little community amongst ourselves. Most of them work on our farm so I see most of them every day.”

“You’re a farmer?” You asked, he nodded his head. “Is that how you got those?” You asked motioning to his hands and his forearms. He had the sleeves to his button down rolled up, so it allowed you to see the few scares on his arms.

He looked down at his hands and arms. “Some of them…” He said extending his arms. “This one is from an angry bull,” He pointed to one on his outer forearm. “This one was from breaking my arm when I fell out of a tree one time, this one was when my hand broke when a crate fell on it, this one I got from my one wolf friend who was chasing me, this one…” You listened to him ramble about his scars, or the scars you could see. Your eyes wide in attention looking at every single one. He looked down at you at your wide eyes and your unreadable expression to him. He quickly tried to pull his arms back to hide them behind his back. “Sorry, I know my hands can be a bit tough to look at…” His ears moved to face back behind him in nervousness.

“No, it’s okay.” You placed your hand over his arm, stopping him from removing his hand. Your hand sat atop of his arm. You peered up at him gently, trying to make sure he didn’t feel insecure in front of you. “It’s not that. I like your hands. They show how hard you work.” You told him honestly, looking down at his big hands. Midoriya watched you with wide green eyes, glistening as you moved your hands in front of you, inspecting your own. “My hands aren’t nearly as experienced as yours.” You expressed. “I guess that will change though, right?” You asked giving him a hopeful smile.

Midoriya’s shoulders softened as he looked to you softly. He nodded his head, placing his hands on his lap. “Yes. I guess it will.”

That was the first and last time you would see him before the wedding. Your parents called it a great success considering no one got kicked in the face in disapproval (Rabbit habits). Soon everything was moving so fast you weren’t sure when it all began. Your items, in bulk, were being sent to Midoriya’s hometown and wedding preparations were being made.

It was a bit hard, with the two of you living in two separate towns but your parents and his mother seemed to make it work. You had to pick a wedding dress, which wasn’t too hard for you, considering your parents allowed you to get any dress of your choosing. You made sure that they would regret that decision by looking for the dress of your dreams no matter how expensive it seemed. Then you arranged the flowers with your mother.

Soon the day before the wedding you were travelling to Midoriya’s hometown. Yuuie. Now Yuuie was not like your town of all prey hybrids. Yuuie was a much more diverse town. Meaning you had to stop your mother from fainting at every glance whenever she saw another predatorial hybrid. You noticed much in the town. A butchery associated with the name Bakugou, a bakery with the name Sato, blacksmiths shop with the name Kirishima and so much more.

You wanted to explore so much but there was still much to be done about the wedding and you hadn’t seen your soon to be husband in weeks at all. When you arrived to what would soon to be your home you were struck in awe. A bit away from town with land far and wide, was the Midoriya Farm. A sign by the entrance gate with a little green carrot and cabbage next to it. Down the dirt road let to a farmhouse. Beautiful and white and spread across the farmlands were other buildings as well, stables, pens, a silo, barns too. Out of one of the barns closest to the entrance was where you noticed many people working.

When you had managed to sneak past a very happy-to-see-you Inko Midoriya and your parents, you went to check out that barn. You hid away to the side by the open doors. The inside was clean and decorated in whites, greens and golds. White fabric hung up by the ceilings and down the posts as hybrids of all shapes, species and sizes moved tables and chairs into place. In the centre of it all was your familiar green haired rabbit hybrids he was checking things off in a notebook, his head down as he muttered to himself.

“Move out of the way, you damn bunny!” A large canine hybrid growled. He had blond spiky hair that reminded you of a porcupine, but deadly and intense vermillion eyes. He was carrying a round table easily with both hands. His blond tail wagged softly behind him as he worked.

Midoriya didn’t look up from his notebook as he stepped out of the way. “Sorry Kacchan.” He managed to say before going back to muttering.

A pink haired woman with a short tail and fluffy semi-circle ears walked over to Midoriya. She patted his back trying to comfort him. “Come on Midoriya, there’s no need to worry. Everything is going to be fine.” She said kindly.

“I agree with Ashido.” A tall man with hair split in colours walked to stand by them. One side was red the other was w blinding white. He had feline features but clearly some sort of big cat by the thickness of his white tail with red spots. He placed a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. “It will all be fine.”

“I know, I know.” Midoriya sighed out as he took a step away from them to finally look up at all the decorating to be done. His ears twitched at every little sound. “But it has to be perfect for her. I really want her to enjoy tomorrow. If there is anything I could do, I just want to make her wedding day special.” He voiced out with his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the ceiling lanterns being set up.

You felt your heart flutter as a soft smile graced your face. He really wanted to make sure you would enjoy your wedding day. Out of this whole arranged marriage he wanted the day you would be known as Mrs Midoriya at least to be a good one to remember. You were touched by the green haired buck.

“Aww.” A huge redheaded hybrid, who looked the same type as ‘Ashido’ said with a face in awe at Midoriya’s statement. “That’s so manly, Midoriya.” He stated, carrying two stacks of chairs, one in each hand as he walked over to where the blond canine looking hybrid had put down the table he was carrying.

You would have wanted to stay and watch more but soon, your mother found you and took you by the ear and dragged you back to the townhouse before Midoriya would see you. It was bad luck for him to see you the day before the wedding after all.

You could barely sleep that night, sleeping in a room downstairs just a few short steps and up a staircase away from where you would be residing for what hopefully will be the rest of your life. It was nerve wrecking to say the least.

When it was time for you to wake up, you had managed to sleep a few hours and you were suddenly thrust into a world of intense preparations. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, nothing was safe. You were scrubbed till your skin burned and showered in ointments, rubs and scents till you smelled like a walking rose petal. While you were being pushed and pulled in all directions, you noticed out the window how guests started to arriving. Some you knew, most you didn’t, but you would soon.

Till finally you stood outside the chapel, bells ringing, your heart thumping so hard in your chest you thought you would throw up and faint. Whichever came first.

Your dad gave your arm a single squeeze looking down at you. You gave him an awkward smile making him laugh.  “He’s a good man Y/N, you don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t be making you stand here if I didn’t know he would treat you well.” He told you tapping your arm gently.

You nodded swallowing down hard. “I know dad, thank you.” You weren’t sure what you were thanking him for, nor if you genuinely meant it, but you had to put on a brave face as the doors opened.

The chapel was decorated too, filled with white decorations and wide-eyed guests. As you walked down the middle, trying your best not to trip, your eyes caught on the end of the aisle. The groomsmen were some of the hybrids you saw in the barn, the one with split red and white hair, the angry looking blond who seemed surprised, a blue haired snake hybrid with glasses and the gigantic red head. They all looked at you surprised to see the person their friend was to marry.

Midoriya stood dressed in an all-white suit front of the officiant, his shoulders tense as his back was facing you. His tail wagged nervously. Finally, you reached the end, your father letting you go as Midoriya turned around to face you. His face instantly fell into one of surprise. He was speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. He found you the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. You looked gorgeous in all white and an awkward smile on your face. His ears shot up as a smile in disbelief pulled onto his lips.

“Holy-” One sly look from the officiant and he coughed changing his proceeding words. “Carrot pastures." He quickly changed making you and others laugh as a blush went onto his face. Midoriya offered you a hand as you face one another. “Hi.” He greeted you with a flustered look.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Hello.”

The whole ceremony went without a hitch or stone, with Midoriya’s mother crying in the front row. Then you went back to the Midoriya farm for the rest of the day. There was much singing, dancing and drinking. Speeches from people you didn’t know but they seemed funny and you could get along with them just fine.

For example the blond. He held a champagne glass up and looked to you and Midoriya at your own separate table away from everyone else. “Deku I wish you all the best of luck in your new marriage.” He said genuinely. “To your wife, toots, I don’t know what his mother told you, but half your marriage will be filled with you trying to nurse him of a broken bone, I assure you.” That made everyone laugh, but Midoriya just rolled his eyes with a smile.

You met all of his close friends, which were a lot of names to keep track of but some you remembered from town. There was the blond canine who turned out to be a wolf hybrid, Kacchan as Midoriya called him (the blond didn’t seem to like the name at all- but in fairness he did call Midoriya Deku), there was the strict looking snake hybrid Tenya Iida, there were the bear hybrids Kirishima Eijiro and Ashido Mina, a leopard hybrid, Todoroki Shoto and many more. You were a bit hesitant of the predators, but they all seemed pretty sweet, besides Kacchan. Kacchan looked like he was ready to eat both you and your husband alive.

After speeches, people made it to the dance floor in front of you and Midoriya. The two of you sat next to each other, eating cake and pointing out different people to one another. You smiled as you watched people out on the dance floor. Midoriya looked down at you and then at the scene in front of him.  He cleared his throat. “Do… do you want to dance?” He asked offering his hand to you.

You looked down at his hand and took it. “Yes.”

Midoriya and you stood up, with him guiding you to the dance floor. Upon seeing the two of you arrive at the dance floor, it cleared to allow the newly married couple to have their first dance together. Midoriya carefully pulled you towards him, one hand holding yours the other holding your waist as music played. The both of you softly swayed to the beautiful music together, all eyes watching the couple dressed in white dance together.

“Today has been… nice.” You told him quietly just for the two of you to hear.

His eyes lit up upon hearing that. “Really?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “It was.” You gently squeezed his shoulder and hand. “Thank you, Izuku.” You spoke to him genuinely.

He smiled down at you, tenderly at this little moment. “Of course, anything for you.” The two of you continued to sway gently on the dance floor. Just the two of you and the music and for a moment, you didn’t think about how you still probably didn’t know half the people here, or how this was only the second time you had met Midoriya. For a moment you could shut all that out and focus on the way the music played and how Midoriya held you gently in his hands as you swayed with him. Midoriya then got an idea. “Hold on.” He gave you a bright smile which held mischief behind it.

You looked up at him confused. “Hold on? What do you mean by th-AAH!” Midoriya quickened the pace of the dance all while staying to the beat of the song to keep you in sync. You started to laugh and giggle as the two of you glided and spun around the dance floor in a flurry of white and giggles. Suddenly he let go of one of your hands, placing both hands on your waist before picking you up into the air making you let out a short scream that made the guests laugh too. You laughed, your head up to the ceiling as he spun you around in the air as if you and your dress weighed nothing. As the song started to come to an end, he slowly lowered you down your faces close to one another as you placed your noses together giggling.

After a flurry of more dancing, drinking and Midoriya and his groomsmen making a fool of themselves on the dance floor in some odd, coordinated dance they had been doing since middle school, the party soon died down and you said goodbye to your family. Then it was the wedding night.

You were practically ready to break out into a sweat at how nervous you were. Your tail wagging a mile a minute as you held your legs close to your body. All you had to wear tonight was white baby doll lingerie which only purpose was to either be ripped off of you or to seduce your husband into doing so. You felt practically naked and scared. This was the one part of the day you had foolishly forgotten. With it just being you and your new husband in the farmhouse, of course, there was nothing but the rows of carrots and the few chickens around the outside of the house to bare witness to what would occur.

Midoriya smiled as he entered his bedroom looking down at what he was holding in his hands. “I wasn’t sure what to bring so I-” The moment he looked up, all words left his vocabulary. His ears went up in alert as his brain froze. He was stunned as you sat on top of the sheets of the bed you now shared. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, if he thought you couldn’t look better at the wedding, he was clearly wrong. But then he saw your fearful expression, the way your fluffy tail moved, and your slicked back ears. Despite his flushed pink cheeks he quickly composed himself. He lifted a pack of playing cards in his hands. He shook the deck with a soft smile. “Cards?” He asked.

Relieved, your tail stopped twitching and your ears slowly started to raise away from your head. You nodded, accepting his proposal for a game.

And that’s how you spent your first night together. Playing cards and getting to know each other until you eventually both fell asleep in exhaustion at the full day the two of you had.

Your relationship with Midoriya was budding as the two of you grew closer day by day. With all the big or little things. Together the two of you were like old friends you had known a long time. You found out a lot about him, and he you. Although learning to live with one another was an adjustment, it wasn’t something the two of you couldn’t handle.

There were little things that two of you did together that always made your days so filled. You always woke up together, having gotten used to waking up bright and early in his arms. Him chinning you softly making you laugh at his possessive bunny behaviour despite knowing it was often just the two of you now a days. Then you made breakfast together, which was fun since the both of you swapped and tried out new different ways to cook meals.

Afterwards, the farm had much work to be done but together with other rabbit hybrids you grew to know, it was work done well, with you and Mama Midoriya being the ones to sell all the many vegetables grown at your farm in the Todoroki market. Your new favourite hobby however, whenever you were supposed to be helping around, was watching Midoriya chop wood.

Now maybe this was the start of how things started to slowly grow between the two of you but you couldn’t help it. The way his arms would grip the axe as he swung it harshly down cutting the log into two effortlessly, the way the sun glinted on his sweating muscles and how with his hat on, he looked like he could kill you with just one look. He had you breathing funny and all the other rabbits teasing you. Midoriya noticed of course, he noticed everything that happened on his farm. And maybe that’s when he started getting bolder.

At the end of the day when it was just the two of you in the house, after a warm dinner there were a few things the two of you would do. From stargazing, cards (a deadly war in the Midoriya household), jenga and your favourite just talking. Talking with sleepy yawns, bodies unconsciously leaning against each other, blankets draped over the both of you, ears drooped in tiredness and little yawns and sniffles. Falling asleep in warm accepting arms was something you weren’t sure when you would ever get used to but it was something you never wanted to lose.

Slowly the two of you would get closer. Maybe you would bathe with the door slight open letting him peak inside if he ever just so happened to be in the house when you did. Or he seemed to forget all his shirts and start working shirtlessly a bit more, saying how shirts were ‘constricting’ him. Escalating things. From small touches, longing gazes, possessive holds, everything.

Until next thing you know, it was Spring. The most dreadful time, especially for rabbits. All the rabbit hybrids had taken at least two weeks off due to the beast that was mating season. At first, you and Midoriya avoided each other like the plague. Your instinct trying to gravitate and pull each other to one another like two strong magnets. Instincts calling, demanding for you to breed. You both clearly wanted each other, it was evident in the way Midoriya’s eyes would darken every time he saw you walk around the house in nothing but one of his shirts and a carrot in your mouth to keep you occupied. Or in the way your eyes would linger on his bulky body more aware of his presence whenever he did anything even it was just lounging around.

Until you couldn’t take it anymore. The burning and insatiable need inside you becoming too much to handle. It felt so hot. Everything felt too hot, too much, yet all not enough. You whined and cried out into the open air for the first time since this whole season. Normally you would muffle your voice and your cries, not wanting to disturb or tempt Midoriya, but frankly you couldn’t care. Your rabbit infesting your thoughts and actions with the power of a tsunami.

Midoriya was thoroughly surprised when he walked by his room (which he had given up to you during this season as to not tempt himself) to hear you crying. Now in all fairness he probably should have paid closer attention to the situation, but he couldn’t care. All he knew was you sounded like you needed help, like you were in pain. And Lord behold, when he opened that door frantic to check on you, the sight he saw in front of him made all the blood rush down to his painfully restricted cock.

You lay on the bed, your fingers deep within your cunt, fingers plunged deep inside you as you cried out in frustration. His shirt sat bunched down your body as you arched your ass high in the air, your tail up. With your other hand you kept his shirt bunched up near your face so that you could smell his scent on you. Tears spilled from your eyes in pain. You turned your head to look at Midoriya. You whined. “Fuck! Izuku please.” You wiggled your tail to try and seduce him to come relieve you of the intense ache inside you. “Please! Please Izu~ Help me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

This whole time he had to bite tooth and nail, all while fucking his fist in order not to just grab you and fuck you on the nearest surface he could. He needed you like he couldn’t breathe without you. Never had mating season been so bad till now. Now it was like all he could think, taste, see and smell was you, yet he couldn’t have you in fear of overstepping.

Well not anymore. He rushed to you as if being further away from you was the biggest sin he could have committed. Ripping his pants off and climbing into bed, you whined wanting him to touch you. Midoriya placed his hands on your ass, prying you apart and forcing your face deeper into the sheets down below you. Not wasting a second his tongue was on your slit making you mewl, your body shivered finally having him where you needed him. You whined trying to push his tongue inside you.

Midoriya groaned at the taste of you. To him right now you tasted like pure honey on his tongue and he was addicted to it. Nothing could replace it. He lapped and licked at your sex like a man starved. He needed you as if he was dying of thirst, that only your juices could quench. His fingers found their way to your tail, pushing down at the base. You jolted forward with a squeak making him chuckle against you.

You moaned at the vibrations, loving the feeling. “Izuku.” You let out. “Please.” As much as you wanted him to continue to eat you out as determined as he was, you wanted something inside you. Him, inside you.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ve got yah.” Midoriya carefully brought his hand to your sex, cupping it gently. You bucked into his palm wanting friction. He chuckled as he pushed two fingers in.

His calloused fingers rubbing against you just right. You whined and keened at the feeling, finally having something inside you. You squeezed his fingers as if it was the cock you knew he was keeping from you. Midoriya moved his long fingers in and out of you, stretching you out. You whined as he started to increase in speed. He gripped your ass, keeping you in place as he rapidly decided to move his fingers in and out of you. You moaned as you pushed against him even more.

A surprise orgasm ran through you. You cried out in pleasure as you came around his fingers, them not relenting as they endlessly caused you pleasure as your release dribbled down your thighs and his hand. As your high started to go down, he quickly removed his fingers. He flipped you over so that you were lying on your back, and before you could start complaining, he plunged his fingers back inside you. Not allowing a break he, continued right where he left out. His thumb moved to rub at your clit and then you gasped. You felt tears prick your eyes as your hands fisted the sheets underneath you. “Izuku! Izuku!” You cried out at the onslaught of pleasure and pain mixing together.

Midoriya’s eyes were dark and trained on your body as your thighs shook at the accumulated amount of stimulation he was giving to you. He used one hand to grip one of your thighs down to the bed to force you open. He was enchanted with giving you pleasure above all things. He wanted to satisfy you, to make you satisfied, so that’s what he did. Watching another orgasm befall you as your eyes rolled and you arched your back. Guiding you back more gently this time, he relented as your body relaxed.

He removed his fingers from your tight sex, his hand and forearm dripping in your essence. He shuffled closer to you, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his size as he licked his forearm. Gripping both your thighs. You watched with lust filled eyes as he aligned his cock with your entrance. You noticed that was one of the few places he didn’t have freckles everywhere. You reached a hand up to him. Midoriya looked down at you confused. His ears twitched alert, wondering what was wrong. He bent over you to ask you if you were alright when your hand found its way to his head filled with green curls.  You threaded your fingers through his hair and then pulled his head down to you. You placed both your noses together, just like you both did on your wedding day. You smiled and nodded your head. This was you choosing him, allowing him, letting him. You wanted this

and he wanted this too.

He smiled grateful for the reassurance, before pushing his fat cock head into you. You hissed at the stretch, your grip on his locks tightening. Midoriya groaned at the feeling of you wrapping his cock so delicately yet so tight. His shoulders dropped in relief as the bunny fever of spring started to ease up just by being inside you. He sighed in relief once he was fully inside you, the feeling intoxicating. You moaned at the full feeling he was giving you. It felt almost relieving and right to be like this, fitted together to be one.

Midoriya waited a few moment for you to adjust, to get used to his length inside you. Then he felt the itch again, at the back of his mind that made his tail twitch once in anxiousness. Breed. He had to breed you. His hands on your thighs, a tight grip on the plush of them. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable. “Can I be rough with you?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded your head and that’s all he needed.

Carefully withdrawing back, almost pulling his entire length out of you, you breathed in a sigh of relief at the lack of pressure. Then without warning he snapped his hips back forward into you. You moaned in pleasure as from there he started a steady rhythm in and out of you. The beautiful feeling of your sex trying to milk him for all that he had making him not relent. His hands tightened on your thighs as he used your thighs as leverage to move your body up and down his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Midoriya let out a low growl like sound. The sight of your body jolting, chub jostling from the force he was using was enough to make him want to cum already. He was already sensitive due to the time of year, but now being inside you, he had to focus so hard on not absolutely blowing his top off from just being inside you.

Your eyes were rolled back as you cried out in pleasure. You gripped at your chest and at the shirt of his that you wore. Everything was warm, it was hot and yet it was a beautiful type of heat that left you aching and wanting for more. “Izuku! Please! Cum inside me please! Kits! Give me, kits please!” You pleaded to him, aching for him to douse the heat that was the spring mating season and the harsh hold that it had on your body and mind.

Midoriya grunted, he focused on chasing his building orgasm. He smiled at your neediness. “Of course, anything for you.” He smirked down at you, repeating the words he said to you at your wedding. At a particularly hard thrust, your were arching into him with a loud cry. You came over his cock, your hold on him tightening and pulsating. Midoriya moaned at the feeling, his moans slowly started to turn into whines. Needy whines as his thrusts turned less rhythmic. “Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good. So good for me.” He let out as his thrusts started to falter yet more desperate. His grip on you was bruising and you knew it would bruise. “I’m gonna- gonna-” With a whine, and his head placed in the crook of your shoulder his orgasm rippled through him.

You hummed at the warm feeling inside your abdomen as you finally felt peace and relief go through you. “Izu…” You let out tiredly. Midoriya lay on top of you, not wanting to remove himself from inside of you. You were just too good, too perfect, too much for him and yet he couldn’t get enough. “You’re crushing me.” You giggled threading your hands through his hair between his ears. Wordlessly, he rolled over to have you atop of him. He held you safely, his hands moving to hold you by your waist.  His head still buried in your neck as he slowly came down from cloud nine. You let out a soft purr like sound in affection. You nudged the top of his head. “Are you alright?” You asked quietly.

He nodded his head. “Yah.” He removed his head from the crook of your neck to relax back against a pillow. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He sniffed wiping at his eyes. You cooed at how cute he was being. You littered kisses over his face. “Hey!” He laughed, trying to escape your kisses. “You think I’m succeeding in my husband duties, hm?” He asked with a chuckle.

You nodded, placing a kiss on his nose. “You had been since the first day I met you, silly. I couldn’t have gotten anyone better.”

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Day Eight - Prompt: Cigarette @rosekiller-microfic

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“Evan? Do you think soulmates are real?”

The question startled him from the mad twist that his mind had spiralled down while she blathered on about her ex. Of all the questions that Dorcas could have asked him about relationships, this one sounded almost foreign in her voice. She was supposed to be the reasonable one.

“Soulmates? How did you land there?”

“Pandora goes on about it sometimes. She swears that she’s found hers in Wales and that Regulus and Sirius did too. What if she’s right? What if I go to Wales today and Marlene is there—”

“Then what? Some secret Welsh magic fixes everything?”

Dorcas fell silent again, but this time she wasn’t pensively tapping her nails. This silence was an awkward moment that forced Evan to mentally step back and evaluate his words. Perhaps his snark had crossed the line. Not everyone appreciated his cynicism.

Barty does. He loves it when...enough. Leave it.

“Alright, Cas? Was I rude?”

“No, you’re right. I just wish it was real, I suppose.” There was a subtle sort of shifting coming through the speaker and Evan imagined that she was straightening bits and bobs on her desk or a handful of tchotchkes on a shelf. “Rom-com shite doesn’t happen to me, but sometimes I wish it did.”

“Nah, you’d hate it if she showed up at your flat and blasted a cheesy love song at your window.”

Dorcas laughed, a low, breathy sound that reminded him of wind in a rainstorm. “True, that would be mortifying.”

“Or worse, if she showed up at your work and shouted a soliloquy of her undying love for you.”

“At work? Absolutely not.”

Evan grinned for the first time that day and revelled in the momentary reprieve from misery that shadowed him. “See? That lovesick nonsense is for the softies like Reg and my sister. We don’t need it.”

Dorcas hummed in agreement, then cut herself off with a sharp click of her tongue. “Maybe the movies get it wrong though, Evan. What if it looks like her giving you the last cigarette, even though she’s craving it? Or punching a bloke twice her size because he grabbed your arse in a club? What if that’s what soulmate shite is really like?”

“Oh,” he breathed out. Evan’s chest clenched hard as the amusement rushed out and the emptiness lingered in its wake. “I-I had that once.”

“Me too. It was kind of nice, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

She inhaled deeply, then sighed. “Do you think that we only get one chance with a soulmate?”

“Like they get reassigned?” Evan’s attempt at levity fell flat to his own ears.

“Maybe, or you both just end up alone.”

Oh. Oh, that’s so much worse.

“Being alone isn’t so bad though,” he lied, shaking his head. “There’s no one to hurt you or make a mess that you have to clean up.”

“Right, but life is a bit tedious without the mess. It feels pointless to clean when there’s nothing out of place. I miss the stupid little spats about her smelly hockey gear in the middle of the floor and the debates over dinner. She made me feel alive.”

Evan swallowed hard and nodded. The words were cement in his throat and he couldn’t dislodge them one way or another. He was glad that she couldn’t see the way he struggled to contain the choked sound that threatened to burst free.

“I think messy people are meant to find clean-freaks, you know? They aren’t so consumed with appearances and remind us to live.”

“Yeah,” he forced out.

#evan x barty #barty x evan #barty crouch jr x evan rosier #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #dorcas meadowes

[oopsitszuli]

can i have a Obamitsu x reader head canons pls?

Obamitsu x GN!Reader (Sfw Headcanons, Modern Au)

Authors note: Hello! Thank you so much for the request and I apologize for taking so long to fill it! Love me some polyamory and Obanai and Mitsuri are my favorite KNY couple so I hope I did these headcanons justice!!

Warnings: None!

Obanai and Mitsuri are surprisingly a very open couple. Both of them are super comfortable in their relationship and trust in each other, so they commonly take turns pointing out attractive people they come across. But when they met you, things took a shift. 

You were so attractive to both of them that they didn’t know fully what to do when they met you. 

Obanai took the lead, introducing himself and Mitsuri and explaining that they had just moved into the area and were trying to get familiar with places around town. That’s when you took control. You were quick to give them your number, inviting them to a tour around the town and then a nice dinner at a restaurant you were sure they would enjoy. 

Needless to say, they accepted, and from that moment onward, you three were the best of friends. From going out on tours to spending time together at their house and helping them decorate. It seemed as though they moved you into their life with little to no hesitation, and it was obvious to Obanai and Mitsuri that they had to have a serious talk.

[ You had just left Mitsuri and Obanai’s apartment, leaving a very flustered Mitsuri pacing around her and her boyfriend’s living room. She chewed nervously on her nails, and her arm crossed over her chest in an attempt at reassuring herself. 

“Mitsuri, it’s ok. You’re allowed to find them attractive.” Obanai attempted to reason with her to no avail. He sat on their couch, watching closely as the woman he loved was deep In the throws of panic. 

“No, it’s not ok. I don’t find them attractive, well I do, but- I’m attracted to them.” She threw her hands up In the air, “That is a very big difference that makes me feel like I’m mentally cheating on you!” She ended her sentence as she fell to her knees in defeat, only earning a chuckle from the black-haired man across from her. Mitsuri looked up, watching closely as Obanai moved from the couch and to the floor next to her. His hand rested gently atop hers as he met her eyes. 

“Mitsuri, I’m attracted to them too. And there is absolutely no issue if we both share an attraction for the same person.” He explained. Mitsuri sighed heavily, bringing Obanai’s hands to her lips as she placed gentle kisses on his knuckles. 

“I’m so nervous, Obanai. I don’t know what we should do next…” She explained. Obanai freed his hand from hers, lifting her chin as his expression softened. 

“If you really want to, we should tell them. The worst that could happen is that they don’t feel the same.” Obanai gently kissed her forehead as Mitsuri let out another hefty sigh.

“No, the worst thing that could happen is that they end up thinking we are some crazy freaks and hate us for the rest of their life!” She bemoaned. Obanai rolled his eyes, carefully prompting Mitsuri to stand up with him. 

“Ok, that is a possibility, but would you rather sit on these emotions for the rest of our lives or at least get them out in the open?” Obanai looked up at Mitsuri, attempting to reassure her to his best abilities. 

“I hate it when you’re reasonable.” Mitsuri chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Obanai and pulling him into a hug. ]

The actual conversation with you was full of awkward tension at first, but once they actually asked the question, everything changed. 

[ “I know it will take some getting used to, but me and Obanai want to know if you would like to go on dates…With us. Both of us.” Mitsuri asked quickly, her hands rubbing together nervously as she looked at you. Your eyes widened with each word that fell from her lips, and it felt as though the world was coming to a halt in the best ways possible. 

“And if you don’t feel anything romantic towards us, we fully understand and hope this doesn’t put a damper on our friendship. You’re a beautiful person (Y/n).” Obanai followed up, drawing your attention to him as he spoke. The room fell silent after the final words left Obanai’s lips. Leaving you, Mitsuri, and him all sitting in silence. You looked around, noticing Mitsuri’s nervous fidgets and Obanai’s overbearing attentiveness. They were waiting on bated breath for your response, and honestly, you were too. You were attracted to both of them, but never in a million years would you have imagined both of them feeling the same about you. And now here you were, with two of the most amazing people you’ve ever known standing across from you and waiting to see if you share the same feelings as them. 

“I..” Your voice faded out for a moment, “I liked you guys too- I just never imagined you would ever like me as well.” You answered. Excitement blossomed on Mitsuri’s face but she stayed silent, as if she were nervous you were going to retract your statement. Slowly, you stood from where you sat on their couch, a wide smile blossoming on your face as you decided on your answer.

“So when’s the first date?” You smiled brightly.  ]

From that moment forward, you were privy to a love that you had never experienced before. 

Obanai and Mitsuri are equally passionate lovers just in different ways. Obanai will go out of his way to buy you everything you could ever dream of and Mitsuri uses you as her new muse in her art. 

They love you so much and they will never let you feel unloved for the rest of your life. 

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #mitsuri headcanons #mitsuri kanroji x reader #demon slayer obanai #kimetsu no yaiba obanai #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #demon slayer headcanons #obamitsu #hashira x reader #obanai iguro #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer fanfic

[pearwaldorf]

I am starting a rewatch for the first time since S2 aired. It is absolutely incredible how much character growth they packed into 5ish hours, holy shit.

I have no idea what Jenkins's experience with Kiwi (and I would say specifically Maori Kiwi) media was before OFMD, but tonally it is a perfect match. The concept of a pirate themed workplace comedy fits right in with Wellington Paranormal and Flight of the Conchords (both Jemaine Clement joints as you know).

I honestly don't think this show would have worked without Rhys Darby. I know of no one else who could nail that combination and balance of absolute dumbass, utter insanity, and earnest sweetness. In the Muppet version of the show, Stede is played by Grover.

Random observations:

I find it rare that jokes land just as hard on subsequent rewatches, but this show delivers consistently. Stede's first pirating, Lucius doing the Pinocchio voice? Remains 👌🏼

Still love Lucius putting the pieces together regarding Stede being bullied by Nigel, and the heavy mental sigh he makes knowing he has to watch out for this dweeby baby gay because the freaks look after the other freaks

I keep forgetting how sad and awkward and lonely Stede is at the start of all this. I still find it genuinely distressing to think about how long he's spent hoping for somebody to understand him, even a tiny bit. He's come so far!!

#pear watches ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd

[realthoughtsreal]

The isolation : an ace older sibling’s panik

I’ve said this before: aceness can be isolating and it is extremely confusing and disheartening at times.

I find myself in a weird position now, as an ace, older sibling.

My little brother is 13. He likes a girl. They’re apparently dating.

Literally.

WTF?! I mean, I thought it’d happen eventually when he was, like, 16 or something!

I mean he still doesn’t even know how to brush his teeth properly! Or cut his own nails or anything like that!

Isn’t he too young for a relationship?!?!

Is it just my aceness?!?!

Im absolutely freaking out. I’m the oldest! His ‘parents’ definitely will not give him the TALK properly, and he definitely won’t get it at his nun school. Shit. It falls to me as his older sibling to set that straight and make shit clear to him!

This is so fucking awkward and depressing. He’s 13, can’t brush his teeth and is dating. I’m 21, an ace that wants a relationship, and who no one (to my knowledge) has ever felt any attraction for in all my 21 years of life.

I.. I don’t even know how to feel. I think he’s too young, and it worries me, because I remember being a teen, feeling the pressure to date and shit, and I also remember half my classmates losing their v-card at 14. So. I think I have reasons to be worried. Specially with all his unresolved trauma and his inability to communicate his feelings healthily. Teen or not, I think he’s not in a place to date. Does he even like her or does he just think he likes her?

Am I just projecting??? I worry he’ll fall into societal pressures and make the same mistakes I did, like confusing friendship for romance and dating a friend…

I’m worried, also kinda having an existential crisis over the fact my brother is a teen and can(?)/is dating now, AND AND to top it off now I just feel like shit for being ace. Again. Lonely.

I can’t even see him as a teen. His mind and heart are still very childish. All his behaviors are still the one’s of a 10yo child. I’m just having trouble picturing him as a teen who can like girls now.

:( he’s growing up too fast. And I think a part of me fears he’ll eventually leave me behind too. He’ll get a stable girlfriend and marry and have the picket fence life. While I remain alone and isolated by the gap between our paths. I fear he’ll grow up and realize I’m different, and hate me for it. I see his older face in my mind, a confused frown twisting it. The dislike in his eyes as I try to explain that I just can’t feel like everyone else does. His dislike and confusion as he turns away from me.

I hate being ace.

#sorry for being depressing #depressing shit #kinda depressing #artists on tumblr #queer writers #acearo #ace spec #ace #acespec #ace pride #loveless #asexualidad #asexual issues #asexuality #asexual #ace problems #dating #ace dating

[mazeinthemiroh]

Hi! if you aren’t too busy and don’t mind, could I request an ateez reaction to their crush playing their love interest in a drama and they have to kiss, just something super fluffy like that? You would totally do that concept justice <333 Thank you sm!!!

ateez reaction to having to kiss their crush in a drama

genre: romance, slight crack, suggestive?

word count: 1k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

hongjoong

very giggly and flustered when he reads through the script to find out he has to kiss you. tries to play it cool but when it comes to actually acting the scene, he gets really shy. let's just take it takes more than a couple of takes before the director is happy. hongjoong keeps smiling into the kiss because he has all these excited and shy feelings swirling around inside of him. and while this particular action wasn't part of the script, the director loved the way hongjoong smiled into your lips. it made the scene feel more intimate. more real. the director liked it so much, in fact, that he kept it in the final cut of the drama. hongjoong was so happy he could barely stop himself from smiling.

seonghwa

gives himself a pep talk before he even makes it to the set. "just kiss them. that's all you have to do. don't think about it, don't hesitate, just do it," he will mumble to himself as he gets dressed up for the scene. the staff doing his makeup probably gives him some words of comfort because they could see how much he likes you. he breathes out a heavy sigh and goes to the set, where you are awaiting him. well, long story short, i don't know what he was so nervous about because he ended up totally nailing it. softly capturing your lips with his, he cups the side of your face gently with his hands, kissing you as if you were his. there is definite, tangible romance in the air.

yunho

he plays it off so smoothly. acting comes naturally to him so when he gives you the best kiss of your freaking life, he can shrug it off and say it's all down to his amazing acting skills. when, in reality, it's because his feelings for you are so strong. but you catch onto him. you've had experience with kissing other actors before. and no one puts that much gentle passion and soft touches into a kiss unless it meant something more to them. the way he grabbed your hand and caressed your skin with his fingers tenderly, guiding your movements to fit his perfectly as he kissed you dreamily. he left you feeling dizzy. giddy. as the scene ended, there was a blush that dusted your cheeks as he pulled away.

yeosang

yeosang is also a very good actor. he likes sticking to his task and essentially doing what he is told, and what is expected of him. it is hard for him though. his feelings for you had developed over the course of a couple of weeks. he was almost too shy to talk to you at first but once he pushed past any awkwardness you both developed a great relationship. he just hoped that kissing you wouldn't make you feel uncomfortable, or make things awkward between you both. nevertheless, it is you who grabs his face closer to kiss him in the scene. the man has never felt more alive in his entire life as he kisses you back with the same force. a feeling of relief overtakes him.

san

he is so hyped about it. he acts like an absolute gentleman off-set. he barely gives off the fact that he is absolutely in love with you because he keeps it both professional and friendly. but on-set? when the director instructs him to kiss you, suddenly the temperature of the room rises. he places a steamy, passionate kiss on your lips, holding you firmly yet gently, slowly moving and moulding his lips onto yours. it's a kiss that definitely takes you off guard, and as he pulls away, he leaves you breathless, a small smile playing on his lips. he actually gets scolded by the director for making the kiss too intense, to which he responded with a sheepish laugh as he apologised. but you certainly weren't complaining...

mingi

when he finds out he has to kiss you jbhfieuij you need to give him a couple of weeks to prepare himself mentally because man is struggling with the whole idea. probably talks to the other cast members because they know he has a crush on you because it's so damn obvious. when it comes to the kissing scene he stumbles through his lines. it's like he completely forgets how to act. but after you reach out to grab his hand to give him some reassurance, he is surprised about how relaxed and comforted he is. and finally, his lips connect to yours. the moment he dreaded the most becomes the moment he wished would never end.

wooyoung

well, it's funny because you weren't actually supposed to be his love interest in this drama. that wasn't the original plot. but a few tweaks were made by the writers to fit a romance arc in because, as the director observed, "you both have very good chemistry." both on and off set you two got along so well. so the whole trajectory of the drama was shifted because of how much you get along. which is why wooyoung has the audacity to go up to you before the scene has started, "hey, you wanna practice our kissing scene?" he has his usual boisterous grin as he winks at you playfully. let's just say you were both caught making out before they even started filming.

jongho

he is in full panic mode because he didn't realise coming into this drama that he would have to kiss anyone. he knew his character had a love interest towards the end, but from the script it looked like more of a slow burner. which it was. but the very last episode, the finale. you two had to kiss. your fans were counting on it!! jongho would've been fine with such a task had it not been you, his crush, who he had to kiss. but he did it, swallowing his nerves and placing his lips firmly on yours. there were fireworks going off in his brain as he pulled away to stare deep into you eyes, almost confessing to you there and then.

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[c0ffee-stain]

HIII! i wanna request a five x fem!reader where they like hate each other but the reader always goes to five if theyre anxious or nervous and like when they saw the kugelblitz they like held onto fives hand for like comfort and five was like 🤔😳 and didnt let go or do anything then after (at the like party) five pulled them aside and kinda asked them abt it and theh got pretty nervous and their ears turned really red (five notices this) and they were like “just instinct” and walked away

then at the wedding (blackout drunk) five asks again and the readers like “oh yeah” and they both stare at each other and just start laughing

THEN LIKE theyre goofing around and they go silent and just stare at each other and the reader glances to his lips and then after a couple seconds they kiss and theyre like pretty awkward but then they both get the message so they kiss again.. and then they go to the room (AGAIN THEY R COMPLETELY DRUNK) and just pass out in each others arms

when they wake up the reader flies up from fives arm and is like “oh shit” then fives like ”what was that abt” “i literally hate you dont even.. what typa girl do u take me for?” and then five says “hey my head might be reeling and the world might be spinning but didnt we kiss.. like 5 times” the reader is completely shocked by this cuz they remember VERY CLEARLY and theyre like “uhm no.. what? r u ok?” theyre whole body is red and flamming atp. the readers like checking themselves in the mirror and five creeps up behind them, puts his head on their shoulder and is like “so why is ur lipstick on my chin and on the corner of my lips?” “cuz ur a freak” “ur face and ur ears are very red right now” THE READER IS ON THE VERGE OF DYING “..im hungry ill see you later weirdo.. dickhead…asshole.” five grabs the readers forearm and kisses them..🤭 the reader looks at five and fives like “do you like me?” “no fuck off” five points at the lipstick and they kiss him “maybe a little bit. or a lot.” “oh?” “okbyeseeyoulater” the reader walks out and five shouts “i love you” “SAME” the reader says while running down the hall to the bathroom.

THIS WAS PRETTY LONG IM SO SORRY!! 😞 HAVE A GOOD ONE LOVE YA!

Instincts like no other

F.Hargreeves x f!reader

The kugelblitz. Ball of lightning. Apocalypse no.3. Whatever you'd prefer to call the glowing orb of an abomination containing hundreds and thousands of mini blackholes collapsing into themselves at an alarming rate. It was living proof that everything we've attempted to do to stop the apocalypse was for nothing.

All the pain, all the sacrifice, all the bloodshed...

It was ultimately done for nothing.

Soon enough I was going to join the billions of victims that were obliterated by the kugel-waves, and let myself slip into the eternal sleep of death.

I knew it was going to be swift. I probably won't even notice the atoms of my body dissolve all at once. But no matter to how painless the death was going to be, I couldn't help but be terrified of that eternal darkness that was mere hours away from consuming me whole.

Absolutely terrified.

Well, that was if the plan brought up by Sloane and Five came to an abrupt failure, which would cause one of the largest and catastrophic kugel-waves to ever be produced, wiping out all remaining things in existence.

I held my breath and bit down on my tongue as I watched Sloane activate her power and levitate over the kugelblitz. She then began to manipulate its own gravity, condensing the orb. On signal, Viktor and Lila produced a sphere of energy to encase the kugelblitz and keep its vibrations constant.

I held my breath and bit down on my tongue. Everything could go so wrong so quick. The slightest alter of its vibration and... boom. We all cease to exist. I dug my nails into my palms, leaving multiple crescent marks that were deep enough for anyone to see.

I turned my head, noticing a certain Hargreeves standing beside my anxious figure. Five Hargreeves. One of the most annoying people I had ever met. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my burning hatred for the man-child, and vice versa. However, despite the hatred between the two of us, we had also formed an odd sort of trust while preventing the past apocalypses. One very different to the one we had whilst working as the analyst who assigned his tasks in the field back at the Commission. That was based on pure survival instincts. But this...

This was based on a trust that no matter what grudge we held against the other, we'll still be there by each others side.

It was calming and familiar. And at this point, that was all I needed.

Subconsciously, I let my hand slip into his and squeezed it tightly both from fear and the need to be close to someone that I understood. And ironically, he was the most complicated person that I knew.

Unbeknownst to Five, he served as a sort of safe haven to me. Someone I could go to and just bathe in their presence when feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Even something as pointless as an argument over the best sugar to coffee ratio would wash away my worries. But the problem was that I hate him.

How could I feel this way towards somebody I hate?

Probably just my hormones going crazy from being aged down to my ripe 18 year old self.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Hormones.

Expecting Five to give me an irritated look and push away, I was left surprised when he clenched my hand in response, grazing his thumb along my knuckles. I turned my head slightly to see a small tint of pink spread through his cheeks, and his eyes open slightly wider then usual in what seemed to be shock from both my action and his response.

I hate him and he hates me.

That's how it was meant to be.

____

All of us watched eagerly as a pop of the cork and a fizzle followed by a burst of champagne erupted into the sky. Ben brought the bottle to his lips and let the alcohol shoot into his mouth.

Everyone neared their glasses and filled them with champagne to the brim and danced, celebrating the end of the third- first for the sparrows- apocalypse.

'Another one bites the dust' played loudly out of the boombox which suited the situation perfectly. I smiled watching both academy's dance to the beat together and at last, putting their differences aside.

I brought the glass to my lips and tilted my head back, allowing the drink to go down my throat. An arm wrapped around my shoulders bringing me close, making me almost spill my drink.

I looked up to see Lila grinning down at me before saying in a sing-song voice, "Someone's got the hots for Five..."

Luckily, the music was playing too loudly for anybody else to hear. I turned and faced the woman, trying to play off my face heating up as the alcohol simply taking effect. "Oh, yeah? Is it Christopher? Or one of Fei's crows?"

Lila laughed. "No, not quite. For starters its a girl around his age- both physically and mentally. She has h/c hair and gorgeous e/c eyes. Ring any bells?"

I opened my mouth only for the words to get stuck in my throat. Finally, I croaked out. "I don't... I don't know what you mean." I averted my eyes from Lila, slightly embarrassed, only to see Luther perform his… odd crab dance.

However, she smirked and nodded her head towards the right. I furrowed my brows and looked, only to see the one person I really didn't want to talk to, approach me.

"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Five then looked up at Lila who was now resting her chin on my head. "Alone." He stated more than asked.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds to it then. Don't have too much fun-" Before Lila could finish her sentence, Five had already blinked us both out of the hall and into a random room with a small coffee table and a few chairs.

"Um, what's up Five?" I attempted to ask casually but failed.

The boy looked at me, analysing my features with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand.

"What was that earlier, y/n?" Five asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Once again, the words got stuck in my throat when I tried to respond. What would I even say to that? What did he expect me to say?

“When you held my hand," The boy asked firmer now. He wanted- no. He needed answers. "What was that?”

My face started to heat up and the tips of my ears burned red. Five noticed this almost immediately, helping him confirm some of the many thoughts that had been stirring in his mind for weeks now.

“Just instinct, I guess.”

Five watched as I walked away in a rushed manner, leaving him completely and utterly shocked.

Just instinct? Just instinct? No, that was nowhere near enough to satisfy the Hargreeves brain. To comfort himself from his never ending thoughts, Five returned to the conclusion that:

He hated me. And I hated him.

That’s how it was meant to be.

And that's how it was going to stay.

____

“I pronounce you married as shit. Viva la apocalypse!”

When first hearing Luther and Sloane announce they were engaged within less than a week of knowing each other, much like everyone else, I thought it was insane to say the least. However, watching the two of them embrace the other, joy practically radiating off of their features, I still did think it was crazy. But, a good sort of crazy.

I think.

Sure, the universe was now doomed and half the people here were in the middle of an existential crisis, but when has that ever not been the case?

I didn't even have time to process the information before Sloane dragged me away and appointed me to be her maid of honour and assigned me all these tasks to accomplish in an unreasonable amount of time.

But in the end, it was worth it. Mostly because I was planning to get black out drunk... and another selfish reason. I was curious as to how an acquaintance of mine was going to look this evening. Was he going to be wearing one of his signature outfits that screamed 'old man' and 'no style', or was he going to be dressed similarly to how he used to when back at the Commission? With a striking black or navy suit with his hair slicked back and- I shook my head, trying to rack my mind free of all the impure thoughts running free.

Despite the effort, I was immediately winded when I first saw Five step out of the elevator, dressed exactly how I feared him to be.

I was screwed.

After the ceremony, everyone split into either small groups or by themselves as they went to occupy a table. I sat alone, letting myself criticize how careless I had become with my feelings- no, hormones, and how I let them take control of my actions.

I drowned myself with the bittersweet taste of alcohol trying to seek a sweet relief.

"Ah, y/n! How would you like to dance?" Klaus asked, dragging me by the forearm without bothering to hear my response.

I laughed, drunk, and let the man lead me to the dancefloor where the newlywed couple and Diego and Lila were dancing. He took my hands and started to jump around whilst shimmying. I copied him and laughed while the others jumped around, doing their own hilarious dances.

"Fun, right?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed over the booming music.

"Hey, hey." Klaus hushed, discretely getting my attention. I furrowed my brows in response, waiting for the man to proceed. "I think Five wants to dance with you."

"What?"

"Yeah, he's been glaring at me the entire time. It's hilarious!"

I turned around, my eyes meeting the boys, before he quickly looked away and took another long sip of his drink. Klaus patted my back, signalling for me to go to him and went to join Ben.

I walked towards the lonely boy, stumbled actually from the large amount of liquor in my system, and stuck my hand out towards him. "Dance with me." I demanded.

"What?!"

I rolled my eyes, "Dance with me! It's the end of the world for Gods sake! Or are you scared?"

He raised an eyebrow and gave in to my request.

Five got up and let a cocky smirk adorn his features. "As long as you can keep up." He took my hand and pulled me in close, as a slow romantic song started to play. He placed a hand on my back and another holding mine.

"What's wrong? Never danced with a man before?" He asked, noticing my hesitance and the sudden tense of my body.

"Oh, please Five. You're hardly a man with that height. More of a passive aggressive toddler." I smirked, not missing a beat.

Five raised an eyebrow and tried to stop an amused smile from stretching on his lips. Eventually he laughed causing me to do the same.

Catching me off guard, he spun me around and dipped my body, staring at my drunken eyes, then to my lips and back. He finally lifted me back up and let his hand that supported my back, slide down to my waist.

"Watch it, Hargreeves."

"What, it's not like it's my fault." Five neared his lips to my ears and whispered, letting his breath that reeked of alcohol hit my skin. "It's just instincts, right?"

"I- um..." I cleared my throat. "I think you're drunk, Five."

"I think you're also drunk, y/n. Very drunk.”

“Piss off.” I muttered under my breath as I attempted to move away. But Five just pulled me back each time, his grip tighter on my waist.

“What was that about, y/n?” He squeezed my palm slightly, watching my face flush red. The boy chuckled deeply, gazing at my newly embarrassed figure.

Five couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to my lips for a second too long and let his mind wonder to how soft they'd feel pressed against his. Or how sweet they'd taste with the scent of bittersweet champagne lingering in my breath and most likely smeared on my lips. He wanted to kiss me all over, feel my body pressed against his. But he couldn't. However, the stunning red silk dress that hugged all my curves perfectly and the different liquors mixed in his system were only making it harder for him to deny all the feelings he had pent up for months- years even.

He hated me. But he needed me.

And unbeknownst to him, I was thinking the same thing.

As the song started to reach its climax, I noticed Five was deep in thought. "It seems I'm correct." I said, finally gaining his attention. The boy looked up to see me grin. "Little number Five got intimidated." I sang. My words swayed into the other at once, and my voice slightly slurred. My drunken confidence was back.

But unfortunately, not for long.

"Oh, really?"

I laughed and glanced at his lips as they formed into a small knowing smirk. I shot my eyes back up to see Five looking right at me with a look that filled me with both fear and excitement.

Lust.

The world seemed to stop spinning and the music and voices around us were silenced into incoherent muffles, until it was only the two of us gently swaying on the dancefloor.

No one else.

Just the two of us and our drunken lustful thoughts.

What a dangerous combination.

Five's hand slowly travelled to cup my face, as I placed my hands on the back of his neck. We both slowly pulled the other in, our lips merely millimetres away and staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. Finally, Five pulled me in unable to wait any longer, my lips hitting his for a gentle kiss. Five pulled me in closer by my waist so no space was left between us.

I pulled away and looked at the equally as flustered, maybe even more, Hargreeves.

"What just happened?" I breathed out, my heart hammering loudly against my chest. Whilst my thoughts were screaming at me to run and get away before it was too late, I secretly wanted it to be too late.

In the midst of the silence, we both grew eager to kiss once more.

"Fuck it." Five pulled me in once more for another kiss, one that immediately took my breath away. He was a rougher this time, and smirked once I started to kiss him back. His hand slowly slithered down to my thigh, making me gasp. I moved my hand to his hair, pulling it slightly, causing the boy to release the slightest groan. Out of breath, I pulled away and leaned my forehead against his. That's when I noticed we were no longer in the hall. Five had blinked us upstairs to the hallway opposite the endless row of hotel rooms.

We both looked at each other for a moment. Skin hot, breathing heavy, and minds intoxicated.

I grew impatient for the feeling of Five's breath entangled with mine, so I grabbed his tie and pulled him in.

We shared a long passionate kiss, our bodies slamming into nearby objects as we tried to find a free room. He lifted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist. Five pushed my back against a door, only for it to slam open, making me fall back onto the carpeted floor with Five landing on top of me.

"Your ears are red..." He hummed. The boy placed a line of kisses along my jawline.

"Your whole face is red." I chuckled, half from the deep crimson hue on the boys face, and half from the ticklish feeling from Five's gentle kisses.

Five detached his lips from my jaw. "You're so beautiful, y/n."

I let a soft smile grace my lips and placed a flurry of kisses down his neck. "I could say the same thing about you, Five."

____

"Shit..." I blinked my heavy eyes open and looked around my surroundings in a daze. My head was pounding from last nights accomplishments of finishing every drink that I found. And I had found a lot. That's when my eyes set to the male besides me who was sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around me as if I was a teddy bear.

"Oh, shit." I flew up from his arms, definitely waking the boy, and got off of the bed in a hurry. I looked around the unfamiliar room and down at my clothes, and sighed relieved.

"What's with the hurry?" Five asked, his voice deep.

"This can't be happening." I muttered to myself. "I literally hate you-"

Making me jump in surprise, Five blinked in front of me, slight confusion laced in his features. Even when being shocked with the fact that I was laying peacefully in his arms, I couldn't tear my eyes away from how good his dishevelled hair looked.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

"You didn't hate me last night."

"What do you mean?" I asked clearly aware of last nights antics and was secretly praying that he didn't remember.

"I know I was blackout drunk but," I watched Five lick his lips and drag his fingers through his hair, which I couldn't doubt was attractive. "didn't we kiss...over 5 times?"

"What? No, not at all!" I forced out a laugh. I faced a large full length mirror and scanned my figure while neatening my dress. I noticed how hot and prickly my skin had become, and everytime my mind replayed last nights actions, it didn't help at all.

Five, deciding to torture me further by playing dumb, rested his chin on my shoulder and smirked. "Then why is there lipstick on my collar, darling y/n?"

I swallowed thickly. "Because you're a freak."

He traced his index finger over the shell of my ear. He placed a small kiss on my cheek and said, "Your face and your ears are very red right now. Perhaps redder than last night."

I opened my mouth to respond, only for my mouth to dry up and the words to be lost inside my throat. I had to get out. Now.

"I'm leaving."

"Why?"

"I'm hungry, dipshit."

"You're not even moving."

"Well, now I am." I walked towards the door, only for the boy to grab me by my forearm and give me a short surprising kiss on my lips.

I froze completely, staring at Five with wide eyes.

"Do you like me?"

"No get over yourself, weirdo."

However, no matter what I said, the boy would point to the lipstick smeared on his collar and even his neck.

"Maybe... Maybe a little bit." Five pulled me closer, his eyebrow raised. He was clearly amused with how this was all going.

"Or a lot." I looked away, not daring to meet Five's eyes.

"Oh?"

"Okay! See ya later!" I ran out of the room, smacking my cheeks to try knock me out of whatever daze a certain assassin had put me in.

But the second Five raised his voice and yelled, "I LOVE YOU!", all hopes for me to recover were gone as I practically burst into flames.

"ME TOO!"

I couldn't deny it any longer. I love him. Always have and always will. I love the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my love for a certain Hargreeves with instincts just like mine.

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[squeakygeeky]

For Him Episode 5

I'm confused because there's some issue where Nail needs to interview Te, but it's like we skipped a scene. I guess that's fine, Him's mom is here and that's the drama I care about.

Mom is clearly also on team 'this is weird and awkward' re: Nail's appearance. Excellent facial expressions, no notes.

Anyway, we've finally reached the phase where Nail is starting to get weirded out, so that's fun. I think the slow creeping doubt as more people react weirdly to him is more effective than if he just suddenly saw a picture of Blue and freaked out (which I'm assuming will happen).

This is not actually a reassuring statement in context Him, your mom and I are now both concerned you really are just using Nail as a replacement for Him and that you may need more therapy. But on the other hand Te is the one 100% definitely using Nail as a replacement for Blue.

I love how Nail won't so much as accept a drink. Te is really bad at being a villain. I think even if Nail wasn't that into Him, he'd still be creeped out by how strong Te is coming on, but Te's methods might work if he was in a BL with any other main character. Nail is just absolutely not having it though.

There's a point at which product placement becomes so OTT I can't possibly be mad about it. I'm not sure why Chao is still putting up with the clingy puppy though. Well, besides the obvious.

My girls!

Are they going to figure this out?

This is amazing. I love the implication that the girls have made Pae be Charlie to their Angels enough times before that he's just resigned to it. But also an abrupt end to the episode. The editing/pacing of this show is not great, and this episode especially had to many flashback to things we already saw, but everything else is better than I expected. I'm looking forward to what dirt my girls manage to dig up and also the love interest for Pae that was hinted in the bts.

#for him the series #nailhim #thai bl

[trashmouth-richie]

Hi baby baby <3 How about a nice lil fluffy piece about Eddie surprising girlfriend/wife reader deciding that he wants a baby? Like she wants to be a mom, but he's so scared to be a dad, and she doesn't want to push him because of his own issues with his dad. But he realizes how much he wants a little family with her and decides to tell her. xoxo -@munson-blurbs 💚

Thank you lovely for the request @munson-blurbs ❤️‍🔥❤️ hope I did it some justice 🫣

Eddie x fem!reader

You wouldn’t think that Eddie the Freak Munson would wait for anything. Diving head first from one extreme to the next judging by his hair, the way he dressed and the disaster of a van he drove in highschool. The man child wreaked havoc wherever he went. But the one thing he kept safe? His heart. He had no experience when it came to love. Watching his dad hit his mom and then Eddie himself, scared him to death. He was afraid of continuing the trend, being the apple that didn’t fall far from the same tree. So back in freshman year when you started flirting with him in detention, he didn’t know how to handle it. He looked like he was fresh out of the psych ward in the growing out phase of a buzz cut. You were prettier than any girl he had laid eyes on. He was all too awkward in his too small jeans and one of Wayne’s flannels, he had scribbled the nails on his left hand black with a sharpie to see if it was metal or not. Turns out the thing it was— was not coming off. Your giggle pulled him in like a boat lost at sea. But even then, even with all those teenage hormones raging through his body, he kept his distance, protecting his heart from himself.

Fast forward 2 years 55 days and 4 hours, Eddie is driving you home from another long and drawn out campaign. Ever since you joined Hellfire, Eddie had created more and more elaborate campaigns stretching over two days a week and lasting all semester long. He couldn’t help it, he knew it was selfish of him to just want to see you for a few minutes more, see you laugh with the boys after Gareth or Jeff made a stupid joke. Batting your eyelashes up at him as he delivered his grand speech about the reign of whatever cultists he had studied over for the past few months. It was selfish of him to think about you not only during hellfire but after when he was home late and night and he couldn’t sleep. He peeled a glance over at you and his face turned crimson when you were watching him. Pulling along the street in front of your house, Eddie fumbles with the gear shift and turns to you, you smile warmly at him, giving him the universal look of ‘please kiss me’.

Eddie’s palms were sticky with sweat, he liked you and deep down felt as if you always liked him, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He wasn’t sure if whatever made his dad an absolute prick was genetic or not. He almost didn’t do it, almost didn’t lean in the 10% of effort after you put forth 90%. But when he finally did, your sweet lips felt like what he imagined heaven to be. And he was hooked. Still worried about his heart, he didn’t know how to love anyone but damn he sure would learn for you.

4 years, 30 days, and 18 hours later: he spent hours setting everything up. With the help of the Hellfire boys, Steve, and Robin, Eddie had small tea light candles set up along the sand of Lover’s Lake. Corroded Coffin was set up along the dock ready to play the song Eddie had written for you. Robin had taken you for a “girls day” getting your nails done and shopping all day at the mall. Steve arrived with his car full of red shiny balloons, and a single foil one in the shape of a heart. Eddie’s thumb was burnt and red from lighting and relighting the small candles shaping them into the letters to spell out ‘MARRY ME?’ on the damp sand. Steve had tried his damndest to tame Eddie’s wild mane and perfect the curls. He gave him a dark button up shirt and lent him some shiny shoes. Eddie refused to change out of his tattered jeans, claiming he wouldn’t feel like himself without them.

The ring was burning a hole in the pocket. He wasn’t even sure if you would say yes, let alone if his heart would be able to handle the rejection. But according to Steve, “dude she’s been in love with you since we were like 14, she’s going to say yes, stop over thinking shit because your dad is a jerk.”

But still the thought of his dad being an abusive piece of shit plagued his mind. What if he got mad and hit you? What if he started drinking heavily and couldn’t stop? The thoughts ran around his mind like marbles, knocking into one another noisily. A few months before, Eddie had confronted Wayne about you, spilling out his nervous worries and practically shouting as his anxiety peaked.

“Calm down Eddie, the only thing you share with your daddy is the last name. You’ve never been like him, not one single minute of your life. Now if this is what is holding you back from marrying that girl— don’t let it.” Wayne was always for the short and to the point answers. After that Eddie saved up for the perfect ring, a gold band with a single diamond.

And of course, you had said yes.

2 years, 99 days and 3 hours later: you had been dropping subtle hints about wanting to start a family for months. Every single trip to Steve and Nancy’s, has you smiling for days after watching their little kids run wild. Eddie was scared shitless of their kids, opting not to hold them because he didn’t know what he was doing. Even with Steve shoving the toddler in his face, Eddie’s palms began to sweat. He loved watching them play, but didn’t want to accidentally hurt them. “When is it going to be your turn?” Nancy says motioning to you and Eddie.

You smiled widely at him and Eddie just shrugged. His mind running a thousand miles a second. Truth is, he wasn’t sure if he could open the book to parenting without feeling like a complete and utter failure. His parents failed so why wouldn’t he?

Late one night after listening to Eddie read from ‘The Lord of the Rings’ you’d begun to cry.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

You shake your head as you turn away from him. It was stupid to be crying about something so silly but you couldn’t stop. Since you laid eyes on Eddie you wanted every single part of him. Now with a ring on your finger and a year of marriage you wanted the rest, you wanted a baby of your own. A little boy with Eddie’s curly hair or a little girl with Eddie’s big brown eyes. You didn’t care. As long as the baby was healthy and Eddie’s.

“Babe, please talk to me.” Eddie cooed as he rubbed your back.

“I’m fine, honey, let’s just go to bed.”

The next few nights Eddie has nightmares of babies. There are so many of them and they’re all crying and he doesn’t know what to do. Everywhere he turns there are more and more of them. Taunting him. He wakes, a sweaty mess, hair matted to his neck. It was clear to him that you wanted to have a baby, the way your eyes sparkled whenever you held Nancy and Steve’s youngest little nugget, made his heart soar. You would be the best mother, he was sure of that. But him? There was no way. But then again, Wayne stepped up to be a dad to him and was the best father figure he could ever ask for. If Wayne could do it, and do it well, so could Eddie. He didn’t know why he doubted himself so much, he had proven himself to be a worthy enough man by being married to you and being faithful, he held a steady job at the mechanic shop in town and still played with Corroded Coffin on Friday nights. He was a good man. He broke the Munson curse. Now all he had to do was tell you that he was ready. Ready to be a dad.

2 weeks, 1 day and 7 hrs later: Eddie is giddier than normal. Practically bouncing around the trailer all afternoon. He’s got something special planned for you tonight and is waiting for the right moment. After eating take out from Enzo’s and watching your favorite movie, Eddie asks if you want him to read to you. You nod your sleepy head and curl up on the bed with him as Eddie reaches below the mattress to get his very worn copy of ‘The Lord of the Rings’. Instead he pulls out a new copy of ‘The Poky Little Puppy’.

Your eyebrows raise as you look up at him.

“So I’ve been thinking, and you know me, I don’t do that often,” he jokes, you let out a little laugh and pinch his arm, “oww okay okay! I was just thinking that, with Jeff moving away to live with Sara on the East Coast, Corroded Coffin is going to need a new member… and instead of me doing auditions and finding some helpless sack to fill his position, what if we made one instead.”

“I love you so much baby girl, you’re going to be the best mommy a kid could ever ask for… so do you wanna try for a little Munson?”

You squeal as the tears start streaming down your face. Eddie is also crying as he holds you tight.

“You mean it!? Eddie seriously?! You want to try for a baby?” You ask as you wipe your tears with the sleeve of your shirt.

“As long as we don’t name the baby some asshole name like Jason or Tiffany!” Eddie says.

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 15

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 5.5k includes: slight praise kink this one came out of left field absolutely do NOT look @ me, bonding, steph being amazing

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 15: Snowbird | ao3 - wattpad

In the passing weeks, you find yourself falling easily into their routines. 

The everyday moments you share with them no longer carry an awkward edge, even when you hang out with them on their own. 

During this time is also when the touching starts.

It starts off innocently enough with soft touches while they’d talk or caressing you in passing. So light and so brief you start to think you’re imagining it until, eventually, you can no longer ignore it nor pass it off as a mistake.

It’s casual, of course.

Roy snuggling you into his side while you game, Jason massaging your shoulders while you read to Lian. Even simple things like Roy lightly squeezing your thigh when you tell a joke or Jason’s swift touches along your lower back when you help him cook dinner. 

Nothing more than casual, though. Seriously.

This is why it’s completely casual to have Jason’s hands settled in the crux of your lap while Roy cleans up the remains of playtime. Lian had only gone down for a nap a few minutes prior, yet, to Jason, it's the perfect time to dip into the past.

“Stop moving,” You chastise lightly as you force his hand back into its original position.

“Yes, ma’am,” He mutters mirthfully, following your demand easily. 

His hands rest back on your skin so you can pick up right where you left off. You couldn’t deny that the stray pink nail polish, that had somehow snuck its way into your surviving bag, looks really nice against his complexion.

“I think the last time I did this for you was before the club.”

You swear he blushes, looking away from you. It's rare to see him actually embarrassed like this and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips because of it. 

Roy wolf whistles, “Trust me, you looked good. You’ve definitely come a long way since cross-dressing while denying your sexuality, Jay babe.”

“I know,” He grumbles as if not used to all the attention. You expect him to joke back, but he just continues to stare at your handy work with a distracted gaze. 

You find yourself going back to Roy’s comment, “Why do you think you denied it for so long?” 

While Bruce didn’t seem like the type of dad to show up tits-out at Pride, he also didn’t strike you as a conversion camp freak either. 

“Even though Dick’s always been a flamboyant fuck, I just didn’t feel the need to show it in that way. I guess I thought that because I didn’t fit some mold, I wasn’t actually gay- bi,” He corrects himself, looking at you with an unexpected intensity, “I’m bi.”

You know it’s a statement completely in line with the conversation at hand, but you can’t help but feel a tiny portion of it is directed towards you, telling you that you have a chance.

You can’t stop the blush that overtakes your cheeks, hoping the dimness of the evening covers it enough to avoid any further miscommunications. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

He chuckles, “You’ve always been accepting of me, even when I was still figuring it out for myself.”

“Of course. What are friends for?” You smile back at him, but this time, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

•••

“What’s a movie we’d all like?”

“Texas Chainsaw?”

You fake gag, “What about something less gory? Moonrise Kingdom?”

“Fucking boring, as usual,” Jason drawls without removing his hand from his palm where his elbow is propped up on his knee. 

“Hey! I resent that.”

“Keep bickering all you want,” Roy leans back on the couch, watching the tiff go down in amusement, “just know I’m not watching some period chick flick for you and Jason. Not doin’ it.”

You and Jason smack him with the same deadpan glare. He knows you and Jason are always down to watch Pride and Prejudice. 

“Then what do you suggest we watch?” 

“A classic film, perhaps,” He says with a wry grin. “Avatar.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s loads better than any period drama.”

He smacks your arm, “Alright, Wes Anderson apologist.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I am, you fucking creep,” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you search through the next onslaught of films on screen, “Lego Batman,” You’re instantly met with a resolute chorus of no’s. “Aquamarine,” You try again.

“How are these titles getting even worse?” Jason grumbles and nudges your shoulder to get you to keep searching.

“I’m just wondering how the ‘recommended blockbuster’ section on here went from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Aquamarine.” Roy chortles as he shifts next to you, hitting your hip in the process. “Oh, no fucking way. We’re watching FernGully, Jason,” He cuts off Jason’s rant prematurely. “Honest to god, we are watching these elves save the fucking forest. I’m not backing down on this one, loves.”

His boyfriend’s angsty ass blows at the overhanging white hair on his forehead as he flops back against the couch in submission. The force alone is enough to send you sprawling backward with a thud as part of your rib cage comes into contact with his muscular chest. In the disruptiveness of the action, you’ve completely missed Roy’s newest nickname.

“Your one chance to watch, you know, an actual adult movie while Lian is asleep, yet you still manage to pick some dumbelf movie that she’d love.” 

You’ve yet to move from against his chest and are completely surprised when he rests his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in closer. There’s no time to overthink his action before Roy’s laying down across your thighs so his head rests in Jason’s lap. And, yeah, you were jealous you couldn’t nestle your face in his thick, muscular thighs too, but his sturdy arm around you and Roy squirming around in your lap was still fucking bliss.

It's times like these that make you forget about the looming threat of… well, who knows?

“They’re fairies, by the way,” You correct him. 

“Fairies, elves, same shit. You and Jay would look cute as one either way.” He reaches up and ‘boops’ the two of you on the nose.

“Why not you?”

“Well, princess,” He clicks proudly on the film, electing to squirm much in the way Lian does when she gets a sugar rush, “I’m already basically in it.” 

“Let me guess,” You say, booping his nose right back. “There’s a redhead in here who looks nothing like you.”

“Fuck you. Disrespect Pips and me like that again and…” He trails off with a constipated face that has you and Jason smirking at each other, “I don’t know, but fuck around and find out.” He sits up to try and flick you on the nose in retaliation, but you smack his hand away as you push him back down into Jason’s lap, “Oh, I liked that.”

Jason grumbles something incomprehensible as he turns up the movie to drown out Roy’s annoying ass whining. Meanwhile, your hands retreat from Roy’s body with a speed that rivals the Flash. 

You’re grateful for the distraction, anyway. All the recent touching and lack of personal space is driving you crazy in the best way possible, but damn if it wasn’t dangerous. 

Roy flops around on Jason’s and your thighs, squirming what seems like every two minutes. There's no possible way he’s getting a chub from the animated movie or anything like that and he doesn’t seem to have any previous issues with focus from what you’d noticed in the past. Thus, it seems that the random wiggling seems specifically directed to torture you.

His dumb fucking smirk spattered across his freckled cheeks further confirms this.

“There are dogs that lay more still than you, dude,” You smack at his hip as he begins another wiggle assault. “What’s your damage?”

Roy chortles as he flips over from his side, then to his back to stare at you over his shoulder from the comforts of Jason’s lap.

“I really have to pee, but the part I like is coming up.”

You shoot an unimpressed glance at Jason, who merely shakes his head in response.

“Yes, I’m aware I have two kids. You don’t have to remind me with that smug ass look,” He says your name at the same time he flicks at the tip of your nose, seemingly wanting to be included in all the ‘boop’ing.

Your so-called ‘smug ass look’ effectively drops. Your eyes cross as you stare at his finger that’s yet to leave your nose. 

Your nose crinkles as if you’re about to sneeze until he finally removes his finger with a small laugh.

It’s not that it’s a boring movie; you’re just tired as fuck.

Roy’s newest thing has been flipping on top of you in the middle of the night. That alone you can deal with, your own personal weighted blanket of sorts, but no. He's Roy and Roy’s annoying as fuck, so of course, he utilizes the position to snore directly into your ear.  

It’s his apartment, so you’re sure as fuck not going to be the one to wake him up. For such a light sleeper, Jason seems largely unbothered by Roy’s roars. Every now and then, a particular snore would have Jason shifting against you, but he seemed to have already grown accustomed to Roy’s irritating sleeping quirks. 

Jason, for the most part, sleeps like a log. 

You’ll sometimes hear his quiet exhales early in the morning, but that’s about it. Recently, he’s been attaching onto you in the middle of the night. Well, at least until one of you gets too sweaty and, subsequently, wakes up. 

Not realizing you’ve drifted off, you’re awoken when your pillow, Jason, moves. Your head falls the short distance to the warmth of the now empty cushion below. 

You always thought you ran cold, at least your feet did, until you started sleeping with two men. Well, really, just Jason, whose body heat seemed to spur your own to exponential amounts. Roy, on the other hand… 

You gratefully cling to the squishy icicle on top of you. The heavy lump groans lightly in response before nestling further into your radiating heat.

•••

It’s light out; you can tell even though your eyes remain shut. 

You know you've all slept in and that it's probably the afternoon, but you still attempt to doze on and off for a few more minutes before you can’t deny the weight on your stomach is crushing your insides slowly. 

A light snore rings out in the quiet of the room, louder than the gurgling of the coffee machine off in the distance.

At the sound of quiet, approaching footsteps, you allow your eyes to flutter open.

You squint against the open blinds only to flush when you find Roy’s fiery, splayed-out locks burning in the light against your chest. You’d probably give in to him right then and there if you hadn’t noticed, more like stopped yourself from laughing at, the puddle of drool he’s left behind on one of your tits.

Jason doesn’t say anything as he hands you a cup of coffee that you try to hand back so you can sit up, but the dark smell of the roast is enough to wake Roy up.

Upon seeing your precarious position, Roy slurps up the remaining spit from his chin and smiles lazily, “Mornin’, princess.” His eyes are half opened and his hair's a mess, but you swear he’s never looked so attractive.

Your stomach flips and, with the close proximity, you’re worried he’ll be able to feel all the butterflies that are thrashing around in your stomach. 

You’d never really considered your looks: ugly, pretty, whatever. You've just always known the way they looked was out of your league. 

Laying there, looking from Roy’s chiseled jawline to the light wrinkle that stretched a nail’s-width across his forehead down to his tantalizing freckles, you feel way out of your depth. Regardless of the logistics, he’s everything you want.

You should kiss him.

The angelic glow radiating off of him in the morning light, his steady weight on all the right spots, his dopey sleep face. 

You need to kiss him.

Your fingers drag along the stubble of his jaw all the way over to tug playfully at his bottom lip with your thumb. One of his eyes perks open with interest but flickers shut immediately as you tilt his head up within inches of yours.

You’re going to kiss him.

And , no.

The spell is broken when he unleashes a dad yawn that smacks you square in the face with his horrifying morning breath. 

You buck him off of your front to the floor with a disgusted look, “Jesus, Roy.”

Jason snorts, handing Roy his own cup of coffee before he can start bitching. Lian eyes the passing of the mug enviously, following along with it like an extension of the steam rolling off the top. “Do I get some?”

“Sorry,” Roy snorts, ruffling her inky hair. “Too young, champ.”

Your head snaps over to Lian, who’s playing on the ground next to Roy’s half-asleep form. You silently beg her not to out the one time you let her have half your coffee.

“Trust me. You won’t like it, sweetie.” Roy crawls over to pick up a Barbie that her Triceratops savagely murders as soon as he tries to place it in the toy convertible. “Why won’t you play with me?” Roy whines and quickly snatches away his discarded cup of coffee Lian had been going for while he’d been distracted.

“Lian,” Jason’s deep daddy-tone stirs the attention of everyone in the room. “Dad said no coffee.”

She looks from him to you with narrowed eyes. You return the look with a telepathic warning that if she ever wants coffee again, she better keep quiet.

You clear your throat uncomfortably as their focus instantly turns to you.

“What?” You feign innocence.

Lian looks from the coffee clasped protectively in Roy’s bionic grasp, then back to you. It seems like she’s about to give in and snitch but realizes the situation at hand and pouts. Eventually, she moves on and nudges Roy’s Barbie with her Triceratops, effectively dropping the topic altogether.

You’re so absorbed in her Jurassic Park slay fest you don’t even realize Jason’s gotten up.

You’ll never admit it, not like they couldn’t tell anyway, but you startle when Jason suddenly gets up from the lounge chair to join you on the couch. 

This time, instead of draping his arm around your shoulder, he snakes it around your waist to draw you closer to him. Your stomach flips as you allow the movement. You follow his lead into his firm body in your sluggish, early morning state. You can’t help the pleased inhale that escapes you, welcoming the closeness easily. You snuggle into his side, drawing your feet up underneath yourself on the cushion to further cement your comfy spot. 

“You sniffing me, little bird?” His eyes flash and he looks down at you quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

You wince, realizing how fragile he still thought you were. 

All those weeks ago, when he’d said it for the first time in years, it had thrown you off. His coming at you from behind also didn’t help, but it had been a one-off event. Never again. You aren’t weak… It was a one-off event, you repeat to yourself.

In all honesty, his use of the nickname this time hadn’t left you feeling any sort of way, so you do somewhat believe your lie.

Somewhat.

“I don’t mind,” Is all you say.

It’s enough. 

No one questions you further, though you feel their stares linger on you long enough for you to know they can see right through you.

As soon as you finish your coffee, Lian gets up and tugs you from Jason’s grasp over to the kitchen. 

You laugh lightly, “What do you want to eat, chickie?”

“We’re making scones,” Jason traps you against the counter briefly as he comes up behind you to grab the butter in front of you. He stutters as soon as he realizes the familiar position he put you in and startles backward. “That alright?”

The scones or the position, you didn’t know.

Lian saves you from further embarrassment by being her usual cute self, “What’s sk-ons?” 

“Teaching her the British way, Jay?” Roy’s still splayed out on the floor, sipping his coffee obnoxiously. “Alfred will be so proud.”

You and Lian measure out the flour and sugar when Jason suddenly sets down an ingredient you’re 100% sure was not on the original recipe card he'd given you.

“Bro.”

“What, bro?” Jason mocks you as he begins to stir together the dry ingredients. 

You stare down at the offending container.

“Bro.”

He huffs with faux-annoyance, “I’m not going to keep amusing you by asking ‘what’ again, you know?”

You can hardly look at his traitor-ass when he smugly adds baking powder to the white mixture in the bowl.

“You told me baking soda, Jason.” 

After years and years of lackluster scones, you remain deadly serious as you confront him. 

You'd thought maybe it was you. Maybe your Achilles heel was scones. Not so bad; everyone has one, but scones? If you had a recipe for the best scones in the world, which you did and they still always turned out meh, which they did, then, yeah, you start to doubt your cooking abilities and sanity somewhere along the way.

“Did I?” 

It’s too nonchalant. 

You’re not even breathing as he pours in the rest of the ingredients with their familiar measurements you’d memorized after all those years of botching the recipe.

“You did.”

You stare down the side of his face, noting the smile that hid just below the surface of his scarred cheeks.

When he does look at you, you almost wish he hadn’t.

It’s too… open.

Too tender.

You gulp under his direct attention, hating the way his eyes blatantly follow the movement under the plushness of his inky lashes.

“Why would it be baking soda, babe?” He taps you lightly on the forehead, “You know how to cook. You should’ve noticed that mistake.”

“You’re telling me this whole time they tasted like shi- oot ,” You look down at a curious Lian as you attempt to salvage your curse before completely giving up and starting again. “They tasted like poo just because you wrote it down wrong?”

“How is poo any better than shit?!” Roy calls from the floor, “ Shit,” He hisses. 

You and Jason exchange an amused glance when you both turn around just in time to see Roy smack himself in the nose instead of over his mouth. Meanwhile, Lian goes over to him to continue playing, seemingly content that breakfast is being made by the two best chefs in the house.

“Now that I think about it,” Jason pretends to ponder. “Maybe I did miswrite it on purpose.”

You knew it!

“Bastard!” You hiss.

It’s like your narrowed eyes are fuel-feeding his sickening smirk. How can he find this situation so amusing?

“Consider it payback for slipping Lian coffee.”

“Oh, sure. Preemptive payback for your future child,” You snort in disbelief. “Completely sound logic, yeah?” You move around the island to watch him stick the tray of dough in the fridge to chill. “Besides, it was one time! Only half a cup, I swear.”

“Half a cup?!” Jason repeats incredulously, nearly dropping the tray in the process to turn to face you. “She’s a toddler!” 

You shake your head, “You know I drink glorified coffee. It’s loads of sugar with all cream, just like Roy.” 

“How do you remember that?” He calls over, then seems to remember you’ve been over enough mornings by now to know how he takes his coffee. What you’d never admit is that, yes, you had, in fact, still remembered from all those years ago. “Never mind, you would have freaky detective skills. I always forget you’re basically a Bat, too.”

You couldn’t help but preen even though you’d long stopped paying attention to Batman and his clan of birds.

“Please, I haven’t trained in all these years. I’m out of practice,” You hesitate. “Well, not that I was ever truly in it, but, well, you know,” You trail off self-consciously, busying yourself by cleaning up the excess flour that had spilled onto the counter.

Apparently, your cleaning methods are too sporadic and Jason takes over by placing his calloused hand over yours. The movements are slow with a firm, yet gentle control as he guides your hand across the counter, settling behind you with a warmth you’re steadily becoming familiar with.

You allow yourself to lean back into his warm embrace and force your eyes to remain open if only to save yourself any further embarrassment. 

The coffee slip-up with Roy had already been bad enough. 

“Good, just like that.” He murmurs and gently presses the bulge of his sweatpants against your lower back. You react without meaning to, flushing when you realize you’ve just pushed back into him. “Lian, go help your dad find something to watch on TV.”

“Okay, daddy!” Lian leaps over to Roy, who wiggles upward, accidentally spilling his coffee all over Barbie. He then notices you peeking at him innocently from within the confines of his boyfriend's flexed arms. 

Your eyes hold his impish ones, your mouth remaining slightly open as the situation settles across the two of you. 

You watch his red hair bob when he looks up at Jason, who you assume is also looking at Roy, but you’re too afraid to move and risk the chance of ending whatever this is. 

The moment with Roy on the couch, now this? Hell, you’re scared to blink , let alone move.

Jason’s never, had never, been one to call the shots before. You can’t deny it feels nice to have Roy on the same playing field with this unfamiliar territory. 

Your eyes slip from Roy’s as you allow Jason to shift your attention back to the counter. 

Lian screaming the Paw Patrol theme song long before the actual show starts is all background noise to you. You’re fully present with him wrapped around you so deliciously. 

He lowers his head closer to yours, where he seems to wait, gauging each and every minute reaction. He then proceeds to nudge your cheek with his once he begins to scrub a stubborn spot, “This okay, babe?”

The flour, or you wanting him to bend you over right here and now?

Say something sexy, say something sexy .

“There’s so much flour,” Is what you manage to choke out instead.

Awesome.

He laughs lowly with his breath brushing the side of your cheek, “Help me clean it then, babe.”

You nod dumbly, noting how Roy’s left a highly amused Lian to her show to join the cleanup crew. 

“What’s goin’ on over here?” 

You startle away from his boyfriend instantly. The last thing you want to do is step on anyone’s toes.  

He merely snickers as he stops off to the side, flipping through the stray mail on the island too quickly to really be reading anything. You’re not completely oblivious to the way his eyes flicker between the papers and you.

He gauges your reaction as he steps closer, treating you like you’ll break if they make one misstep. And, hell, maybe you will. 

“Sorry,” You apologize, but he’s already shaking his head before you can fully get the word out.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, princess,” Roy gestures back to Jason, who looks- wait, what? Jason glances at you for what you think is reassurance and wish, once again, that you could read them like they could read each other. “Never hurts to have two good housewives like you and Jay’sall I’m saying.”

His wink falls flat as you read way too far into his statement, but he takes it the wrong way. His teasing smile falters slightly at the corners of his mouth briefly before he plasters it back in place like it’d never happened.

Ever since you’d learned about their secret identities, they’d been exponentially more open with you. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like you were still being left in the dark about certain things. That, and you’re more confused than ever about where you stand with both of them.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” 

You shudder. 

“What’s on your mind, babygirl?” 

He’s clearly trying to see why the mood soured so quickly. You can’t help but feel like you always bring down the mood. 

You clear your throat as you try to think of a logical excuse for why you’d gone so stiff after, well, after almost saying fuck it and fucking them. 

Now your mind is somewhere else completely. 

“Just thinking about the attacks,” You lie easily.

Roy nods understandingly, easily changing his approach after the clear shift in mood, “What about them?”

You’d finally gotten around to doing more research on the bombing, but you couldn’t quite get a certain notion out of your head. Now would be as good a time as any to let them in at least somewhat on what you’ve uncovered from the coffee shop security footage.

“I’m starting to think the mugging and coffee shop were connected somehow to the break-in.” You wait for them to shoot down your idea or tell you you’re being paranoid, but, much to your relief, they’re nodding along as if they’ve already been thinking the same thing, “Just a hunch.” You add with a shrug in case you’re completely misreading everything.

 “We may be dealing with the same set of people, but we can’t be sure. We need to stay alert,” Jason says.

His phone suddenly rings in his pocket and you watch him pull out his non-burner iPhone. The only reason you even know the difference is because he added a picture of the three of you and Lian from game night for his personal phone background. His work phone, as he calls it, is reserved for the Gray Ghost.

You watch his eyebrows knit together in confusion at the contact. The familiar last digits have your stomach filling with anxiety.

Damian .

Jason shoots you a look before wandering off into the bedroom to answer. 

You turn to Roy to see if he has any idea what that was about when Lian seizes the moment to gulp down Roy’s abandoned coffee, spilling it all over herself in the process.

“Etai yazi, no !” 

Jason comes back in the room moments later just as you and Roy manage to wrangle Lian into the tub to clean off the remnants of coffee.

“We’ve got work stuff,” Jason looks at the cute scene in front of him with tender eyes, “Stephanie’s on her way over.”

“Ah, so now the babysitter needs a babysitter,” You giggle as Lian dumps a pile of bubbles on top of your head. “Well, maybe I could use some backup.”

When she arrives a little while later, Stephanie wastes no time pulling you into a hug. 

“It’s just Auntie Stephie and mommy?”

Stephanie chokes on her spit and whirls around to face you accusingly. “And when did this development happen?”

“I mean…”  Should you mention you were sleeping in their bed in front of their kid? 

Meanwhile, Jason and Roy quietly slip away, having already said their goodbyes. At least this time, you kind of knew what they were up to with their previously elusive duffle bags.

She suddenly shoots you a knowing glance, “Bedtime?”

“Auntie Stephie, no,” Lian shakes her head petulantly. “You can’t just put me to bed to talk about dad.”

“It’s almost eight!” Stephanie tries to reason with the toddler, then seems to realize the ridiculousness of it all and snatches Lian up to place in bed. “Besides, don’t think I didn’t see you yawning, missy.” 

Lian narrows her eyes when Stephanie boops her on the tip of her nose. “I won’t forget this, Auntie Stephie.”

“Oh, Jesus,” She cackles and backs away. “Remind me to sleep with one eye open,” Stephanie winks at the pouting cuteness that is cranky Lian. 

She didn’t stay on the bed for too long, though and, soon enough, you and Stephanie were running around the room to grab her. Hey, at least all this running would probably tire her out… Probably…

It's a bad bedtime kind of night, you realize with an exasperated sigh.

Bedtimes with her are always a hit or miss. She's either bouncing to get under the covers and get her bedtime story, or she'll complain the entire hour up until bedtime and refuse to go anywhere near her bed.

“Lian, chickie, come on,” You swoop Lian into your arms and dodge her usual tired swings to place her back on the bed. “We can even pick out two stories, okay?” 

“Two whole stories from mommy?” Stephanie teases until you silence her with a sharp glare. It doesn’t stop her from teasing you at all, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Yes,” Lian crosses her little arms, not understanding what’s so funny.

The running had seemed to tire her out and she finally melted into your arms, allowing you to place her in a sleepy heap under the covers. 

“Two stories, okay?”

“Two,” She nods.

You shake your head exasperatedly before picking out the two books you know she loves the most. 

She’d definitely become spoiled with the nighttime reading for sure. When you first started, she’d been content to get halfway through the book before falling asleep. Now, she'll still be rolling around after the first book and well into the second. It's inevitable that, within a matter of weeks, it’ll have to be three books. Soon you’ll be reading to her through the night. 

When you’re done, she turns sleepily toward you for her goodnight hug. You forget Stephanie’s still in the room until Lian mumbles she loves you and Stephanie absolutely loses it.

“That is so freakin’ adorable!” You can practically see the hearts forming in the pupils of her eyes. 

When you turn back around, you’re met with Lian’s light exhales. You click on her night light before following Stephanie back into the main room.

“So, two bedroom?” She wiggles her eyebrows at the lack of sheets on the couch.

“Yup,” You awkwardly rub at the back of your neck.

“And the ‘I love you?’” Her brows raise. 

“Yup,” You refuse to meet her eyes.

“Do you say it back?”

The question forces your eyes back to her maniacal-looking ones. “To Jason and Roy?” She shoots you a knowing glance and you attempt to  backtrack, “Oh, Lian. Um, yeah. Of course, I say it back.”

“To Jason and Roy?” She smirks.

“To Lian!” You sputter indignantly as your eyes narrow at her. “You’re good- you know that?” 

“Of fucking course I do, bitch.” 

You both burst into a fit of laughter, then quickly remember Lian and smack each other to shut up. It only serves to make things worse as Stephanie runs around making kissy lips at you, pretending to be Roy and Jason.

You both eventually flop into the pile of blankets Roy had left on the floor earlier, surprising her when you nearly meet her joking pout with your soft lips. It works. She ruffles lightly, backing away with a smack to your shoulder and a joking curse. 

Still the same ol’ Steph. 

“So, besides taking two dicks at once and calling me for a ride a city over without ever explaining, what’ve you been up to?” Her expression lets you know she isn’t going to let you off the hook this time. 

Figures.

“Well, I got mugged," You start listing off on your fingers, "Got stuck in the middle of a hold-up in a cafe and oh, yeah, my apartment got blown up.” You sigh, “Didn’t even get to celebrate my 20th birthday all those weeks ago.”

Stephanie wolf whistles, “Damn, that’s a lot.” You laugh humorlessly. “You know, I always forget how much younger you and Damian are than me.”

“Me too,” You admit, even though it's just by a year. “You asked about that day Damian invited Jon and me to his yacht?”

“Bruce’s, but go on,” She gestures in her usual Stephanie manner for you to continue, leaving you to giggle.

“Everything seemed like our usual bickering at first until he just blew up.”

“He just blew up randomly?” She questions suspiciously.

“Well,” You think back to that day, “I guess it happened after I mentioned Jason and Roy.”

“Dude," She drawls as if it's obvious. "He’s jealous.”

“Jealous?” You repeat dumbly.

She shoots an unimpressed look your way, “You were smart enough to be in my grade, don’t play coy. He’s been in love with you since he brought you home that first week.”

“First week?” You repeat dumbly again.

“ Yeah ,” She snorts that she can’t believe you haven’t already worked it out. “When we were walking home together?”

“Oh, god, Steph,” Your head falls to your hands. “I really fucked up.”

All those years of being a fucking hypocrite. 

“Mhm,” She nods. “ And ?”

“And,” You pout, lifting your head up to meet her encouraging smile. “And, I… I just want my friend back.”

Stephanie says your name, “Do you know how to be his friend without leading him on?” 

Her question is pointed and leaves your stomach churning uncomfortably. If it were anyone else, you’d probably get up and leave, but with Stephanie, you appreciate that at least she’s asking the deep questions. 

It’s something you wish you’d asked Jason and Roy back then. There's no way they didn’t know they fucked up, but even though you’d been young, so had they. 

Was being an adult realizing everyone was always a bit in the wrong? 

Ugh. 

That whole time you’d been lamenting about them using you, had you inadvertently been using Damian the exact same way?

“I feel like everyone in this family leads people on.” 

Her laugh startles you,  “Oh, see. Sometimes I forget you’re an honorary Bat until you say some real shit like that,” She sighs as she looks over your pouting form. “Girl, just go make it right.”

“You don’t think I’ve tried?” You sigh exasperatedly. “You know how he is."

"Yes and you know who you are," She insists. "What are your goals?"

You think hard on it before speaking, “I don’t want to lead him on anymore. He means too much to me as a friend. He’s been there for me through everything and the last thing I’d want is for him to resent me.”

"Then, go talk to him before it gets to that point," She trails off like it's obvious. 

Maybe it has been completely obvious and you’ve just been blind to it this whole time. 

“Steph, you’re a genius!”

“Finally, you see the light,” She rolls her eyes, shoving your phone back into your hand.

When he'd told you to figure it out, you sure as fuck didn’t expect it to take you this long to piece together something so obvious, yet here you are. 

I understand now. 

Your text is read instantly. 

You’re barely able to blink as text bubbles appear, then disappear and his response overtakes your screen.

Come over. 

A/N: the song for this chap (snowbirds by anne murray) for some reason is what inspired this entire fic lol

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They Called Her Mania

Part 3/?

Masterlist

Doom Slayer/ OC (Mania)

Pairing: M/F

Rating: Explicit (NSFW)

Warnings: horny filth, size kink, oral (f-recieving), some dom/sub dynamics, but both are switches.

For @ninjarose23 because you were kind enough to comment on my last chapter.

-X-

It was unfortunate what he found on the other side of the gate. There was minimal demon resistance. Apparently it actually took a bit longer for a place to fill back up after he'd cleared it.

He procured his helmet, and he found the sweater that Mania had left behind. However, her twig was in a less than ideal condition.

It had completely snapped in half; probably the result of a larger demon stepping on it. More unfortunate that the demon hadn't at least gotten stuck in the foot with the nails, but the bat was not in any state to be repaired.

He would definitely have to find her a new weapon. Mania had said she was near-sighted. Which meant the majority of guns would be out of the picture. Not to mention, she was also nearly half his size, so any of the wide-range, heavy weapons were also not viable. Though there was definitely one gun she would probably thrive with: shotgun.

It wasn't a good idea to try to hit a demon with a shotgun at long range anyway. But a sawed-off barrel and a melee weapon would be right up her alley. It was absolutely stunning to see her work with a melee weapon.

Small, soft, Mania, that could kill anything she came across, and leave him begging just to let him touch her. The thought of holding her came back full swing, only now he wished he'd ignored Vega, and pinned her to the workbench just to see how much of her fantasy she'd let him get to before stopping him.

"Your heart rate has risen with no exterior motivation, and I am reading a spike in testosterone." Vega commented.

There was never a time he wished he could smack Vega before, but he was coming dangerously close to it. "I'm heading back."

The portal opened, and he stepped back into the threshold of the Fortress. Mania was nowhere to be seen. He headed back to his workshop, taking off the armor, and leaving the retrieved items there, while he went off to take a shower.

He didn't know how many hours he'd been awake at this point, but Vega hadn't mentioned that he was nearing the edge of his sleep schedule, so he would continue on for now.

Mania was still absent, and she didn't come to the workshop. He knew she'd talk to him when she was ready. But he couldn't pressure her into saying or doing anything. He certainly couldn't pressure her into trusting him.

The slight burnout from working tirelessly on his armor repairs was getting to him, though. Vega would have to run a diagnostic on his armor, anyway. Instead of burning himself out further, he took a book off the shelf and left to rest in his room.

Surprise came when Mania was waiting for him outside the bedroom. She looked frozen in place, struggling to say anything at all. He just opened the door, and let her step inside first.

It took her only a moment to be sure of her choice and take his invitation. "Umm… your room is bigger than mine."

"The Fortress was a command center. This was supposed to be a general's room, but yours was a vice commander's." He explained. She looked around at his excuse of decor. Most of it was just guitars, shelves of vinyl records and video games, and old Metal band posters.

"Well, you certainly found your niche." She chuckled, though the silence he left open made it awkward, and it was getting to her. "I- I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I- I just… you've been nothing but kind to me, but I still- … you didn't deserve that, and you-"

"I'm not angry at you." He interrupted her rambling. He went to sit down on his bed, leaving enough room for her to do the same if she wanted. "You got scared. It happens." He said, "The least I could do is trust you with my name."

She pulled his tags out of her pocket, undoing the small tangle. "Flynn B. Taggart." She read off. "I figured you were probably a marine. I knew a few that worked at the shop and you remind me a bit of them the way you carry yourself. At least it's not the same as army guys."

"Figures nothing much had changed in the hundred years I was gone." He chuckled.

"Well, I find military guys are creatures of habit." She remembered. "Even you have your habits."

A teasing smile spread across his face. "Oh, you've been looking into my habits now."

"Not on purpose" She defended, sitting down on the bed with him. "You're just really obvious."

"I am not-"

"You have terrible posture when you're around the Fortress," She began, "but every time I walk into the room, you straighten right the fuck up."

"Alright, you found one habit-"

"You also bite your tongue when you're concentrating." She pointed out.

"I- " she was right.

"You also crack your knuckles like I do." She listed, "And when you zone out while working, you hum the tunes of Metallica songs. And those are just small habits. Imagine what I could find in a month or even a year." She added.

"And what makes you so good at finding my habits?" He asked.

"Well, being a little scared of you made me try to analyze the hell out of you." She shrugged. "But most of it is because you are very difficult to ignore."

"Oh? And why's that?" He smiled.

"Well, you're absolutely massive, I'll start with that." She teased, barely managing to hide her snickering.

"Really? Maybe you're just small."

"I am quite tall for someone of my profile, thank you very much!" She feigned offense, and still laughed.

"Then why are you so easy to pick up?"

"Flynn!" She laughed as he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, only to plop her back down on the soft mattress.

"What else?" He asked, holding himself up so he didn't fall on her.

"Well, you certainly aren't difficult to look at." She chuckled, looking up at him, pink dusting her cheeks. "Makes it a little easier to pick up on things when I'm looking at you anyway."

"Mania-"

"Tara."

He actually felt his heart leap at her correction.

"M-My name is Tara Callaghan." She said softly.

Tara. It was a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. It wasn't riddled with distrust, or something a demon would ever say. It was hers.

"Tara." He repeated. He was close enough to her, that he could hear her take a fast breath in and out, and he could even see her pupils dilate, even as her eyelashes fluttered. "I like that name."

The rise and fall of her chest became more sporadic as she glanced around his face for some clue, anything that could give her a hint as to what was going on in his head at that moment.

Flynn himself wasn't fairing much better. Just the fact he was paying such close attention to her eyes, and her breathing told him enough. He wasn't searching for anything as he glanced around her face. He simply admired her.

Tara's hair fell around the pillow like a dark halo. Green eyes still looked around to solve the puzzle that was Flynn Taggart. While her face usually held an array of freckles and spots, each one was disappearing in the low light, the redder her face became. Her mouth opened as though to say something, but it was like she was still pulling the syllables out of her brain while Flynn's grip on her side tightened the more he thought of what he wanted to do to her. It took everything in him to not give in, but the thought of scaring her away was more terrifying than any demon he's faced.

"Flynn." She said it almost like a warning, but it came out mostly like a plea.

I'm fucked.

"Tara?" She had much clearer attention on listening to him now. "May I kiss you-"She didn't wait a second to let him finish asking before she'd grabbed the sides of his face and claimed the kiss for herself.

Flynn also figured he wouldn't waste time, and kissed her back with the same eagerness she'd attacked him with. She really did kiss like she meant to fight him; some personal inner rampage they'd both been holding back, only for her to draw it out of him when he was trying to keep it under control.

He let his hand leave her side, running it up her stomach and chest, and taking her face in his hand, forcibly slowing her down a tad. She couldn't stop the way she whined, as his pace slowed.

Flynn was effectively holding her down, and making her take it slower. It wasn't easy to get her buzzing excitement to turn to a deliberate pace, but he wasn't budging. Tara's frantic pursuit gave in to her need to show him she could be good. At least this time. She could let him take the lead, and not have to prove she was too strong to be taken care of.

She didn't want to be too strong for this; Flynn was a weakness she wanted to accept. But when his fingers trace her jaw like feathers, he wasn't a weakness, but a carer. Tara could be vulnerable, and Flynn would touch her like he knew just how raw she was under her shell she just abandoned.

He pulled his lips away from hers, and moved from his spot on the bed. He got up on his knees, and easily pulled Tara's legs open to let him sit between them. He leaned over her, tracing touches up her ribs, and kissed the soft spot of her pulse on her neck, feeling just how rapid the rhythm was that made her mind rush. More kisses to her neck made her whimper, and tense for only a second at a time.

"Tara." He rasped. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Please don't." She breathed out. "Please, don't stop, Flynn." It stirred something in him the way she begged him to keep going. It was like he'd been waiting years to hear her say that.

Despite his teasing, he knew he was quite intimidating, especially now that he could see his hands in intimate comparison to her body. Flynn's hand covered from just under her ribcage, to dangerously close to her hip bone.

Flynn also knew his strength. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, or worse, scare her. He tried to keep all of this in mind as he let himself sneak a hand under the tank top she wore. "Still alright?"

"Yes- please just-" Her words died out in the moan as he slipped his hand under her bra and easily palmed her and pinched a nipple. "-Fuck.."

She took the opportunity to lift her whole top over her head, leaving her bare chest beneath him. He was about to enjoy what he had, but her fingers in his short hair, pulling gently stopped him. "Your turn first." She commanded.

Flynn didn't even let himself think over it before his shirt was on the floor. Anything to enjoy the half naked blessing under him.

She moaned and gasped as he gave small pinches to her exposed chest. Flynn let himself indulge in putting a hard nipple in his mouth, and letting Tara scratch at his scalp, being unable to get a grip on his short hair.

His short hair became more of an inconvenience to her as he made his way lower, making quick work of her shorts, exposing her wet, dripping, pussy.

However, he didn't let Tara off easy. Flynn took his time, giving soft kisses to her thighs, still playing it safe and not biting. He couldn't wait to hear her come completely undone at the mercy of his tongue, but he wanted to hear her ask for it.

"What do you want, Tara?" He asked, confidently, knowing she would struggle with her request.

"Mmm- you know~" It was like music to hear the strain in her voice, trying to get the words past moans and heavy breathing.

"I'm not sure I do know." He placed a kiss so close to her throbbing clit that she almost felt like punching him, but all she could manage was a weak attempt at pushing his head where she wanted it. They both knew that her strength was nowhere near enough to make him do anything he wasn't already planning on doing. "Use your words, Tara."

"I- I- please, Flynn- just-" Tara whined at him.

He's barely touched her and she's falling apart. "Please what?"

"Please- fuck- make me cum on your tongue." She broke.

That's all he really wanted to hear. "Well when you ask so nicely."

His tongue licked from her hole to clit before he sucked hard enough for her to see stars. Not even ten seconds in and she could feel the tension building up in her core. Flynn didn't slow at any point, despite how she clawed and attempted to pull at his hair, or how her soft thighs squeezed around his head.

What was simultaneously the worst and best of how he circled his tongue around her clit, was that she couldn't pull him away, or push him down. Flynn locked his arms around her hips, and no matter how much she struggled, there was no moving against him unless he wanted her to.

"Fuck! Flynn, I'm- I'm gonna-" she completely fell apart as her thighs tightened around his head and she all but screamed out.

Flynn savored how she spasmed around his tongue before he got up to take a look at her. Tara's chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace, slowing ever so slightly as she came down from her high.

She sat up, and accepted his kiss as he came up also. Tara could taste herself on him, but she didn't really care. She also placed kisses on Flynn's jaw and throat as he removed the rest of his clothes. Though, Tara had no intentions of letting him stay in charge.

The second he was slightly off balance, Tara gripped him and flipped him under her.

"Fuck- Tara!" He groaned out as she grinded down on him.

"I think it's my turn." Tara chuckled as she looked over his form under her. Many on Earth saw him as a god. Many more in hell imagined him as a titan or a legend. There certainly was some sort of power trip that was not wasted on Tara as the thought of holding a god beneath her went through her mind.

Though as of now, he wasn't The Slayer. He wasn't a god, a titan or a legend. Flynn was just a man. A man she trusted and wanted to get absolutely ruined by, but still just a man.

Tara moved on top of him, dragging a massive, twitching, cock up and down her dripping pussy. Flynn was clearly trying to control himself by holding onto the outside of her thighs, but she could tell he was slowly losing it with how his fingers dug into her flesh, and would probably leave little bruises.

"-Tara, please."

Suddenly his desire to hear her beg for him to make her cum was understood. "Please what?"

She could tell when he realized the script was flipped on him. Once at breakfast, again at the scanner rig, and now while she kept his release just out of reach until he asked her for it. He always kept away from eye contact before eventually coming to terms with how he'd been bested.

It was quite entertaining to watch his face while his mind blanked of all coherent sentences while she felt down his chest. "I'm not moving until you tell me what you want."

"Make me cum." It was almost like he was angry with himself that it took him so long to form the words. "Please."

"I'll take that." Tara smiled, finally sinking down on his thick cock. It was difficult to take him. When he finally bottomed out, she had to stop for a moment to adjust to the size of him. Tara might need to admit she was a little too ambitious, but she was eventually able to move, lifting her hips and falling down again, earning a soft groan from Flynn.

He could tell she was struggling, but it didn't bother him. Instead, he sat up, and wrapped strong arms tightly around her waist and hips. He started lifting her and moving with a slow, deliberately rough, pace, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Tara was seeing stars. Her arms wrapped around his neck, losing grip on her self control every time he hit that one spot. As her second orgasm built up, Flynn's thrusts became quicker and sporadic, like he was more desperate to feel every inch of her.

He began mumbling low assurances into her neck as she cried with how rough he became. "You're beautiful. It's ok, you're doing so good. You feel so good. It's ok." Flynn gave small kisses to her pulse and throat in between sweet words.

"S' so much."

"You can take it. It's ok." He assured her again. The rough pace, with soft words sent her over the edge, and he was followed soon after.

Neither of them moved while coming down from the high. Neither wanting to let go and have to process anything else for a while other than being wrapped up in each other's arms.

When they did move, he was hesitant to let her touch leave him. Tara noticed, and gave a soft smile. "I'm not about to disappear, Flynn."

He hummed in response. "Still don't want you to go."

She couldn't help but giggle. "Then come with me to the shower." That sounded like a good idea.

The two of them got cleaned up, though the whole time, he still didn't let her leave his touch for more than a few seconds at a time. Somehow, Tara didn't mind. If anything, she also seemed to not want to leave his touch for any longer than she had to.

Flynn didn't ask her to stay, but she didn't leave. They both seemed to agree it was too hard to separate for the night. Well, at least to sleep, since it was always night in space. Regardless of the hour, it was the easiest Flynn had gotten to sleep in years.

-Tara-

She was the first to wake up, though he had wrapped an arm around her waist, and rested his head on her chest. He was heavy, so Tara definitely wasn't going anywhere any time soon, but she also didn't really want to. Honestly, his weight was more comforting than awkward.

Flynn stirred slightly as she absentmindedly guided gentle fingers through short hair. Somehow it wasn't strange to see him like this. Like he wasn't worried about anything. His forehead where his brows were always scrunched together was softened and his breath was steady and slow.

Tara had certainly never seen him like this before, yet didn't feel new at all. Like he'd always meant to be this soft, but just couldn't while he was burdened with consciousness. While there was always something to be worried or angry about.

Ever so slowly, he became more aware of the waking world. Not that he seemed all that happy about it, but the way he stiffened, and tightened his hold on her waist told Tara that he was definitely awake. "Good morning, love. You look like you slept well."

"Why'd I have t' fuckin wake up then?" His groggy morning voice, paired with how low his voice already was, made it sound like a lion was arguing instead of Flynn. He was many things, but a morning person was not one of them.

"Because as fun as last night was, we still have shit to do."

"Why do I even wanna get shit done?"

Sure, she'd pull the card. "Because if you wanna repeat last night, then we gotta do shit."

Flynn rolled over and sat up as quickly as he could given that he had less than enough brain function to do so. "Fine, I'll get shit done."

"That's what I thought." Tara chuckled, placing a brief kiss on his cheek. She got up and stretched, earning a few satisfactory pops from her back and shoulders. "Did you find my twig yesterday?"

Flynn's expression changed from tired to slightly guilty. "Yeah, about that. Twig didn't make it back from Lima in one piece."

That sucked. "How bad is it?"

"Completely snapped in two. That baron probably stepped on it." He said, "But I did bring it back. Even as busted as it is."

That hurt a bit, but it was just a baseball bat with nails in it. Something like this was bound to happen eventually, it was just unfortunate that it was now, when usable weapons were few and far between. "Thanks for bringing it back anyway. What am I supposed to use for a weapon now?"

"Vega and I are working on something." Flynn promised as he got up. "Along with trying to find something to get you a little more armored in the field."

"You know I need to be a little more mobile than you."

"We can handle it. Don't worry. We won't send you into a fight with something that'll get you killed." He offered. "In the meantime – you know how to use a sawed-off shotgun?"

Tara eyed him suspiciously. "If it weren't the end of the world, I'd call you a cop. But yeah, I have some experience."

Flynn nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. He turned his back to her as he lifted his sleep shirt off, revealing quite the array of red scratches that she had left The night before. "Then you'll do fine. See you in the shop?"

"Definitely." She chirped awkwardly, turning on her heel and moving on light feet from the door.

"Hey, I want that T-shirt back!" He yelled after her.

"No 'ya don't!" Tara head him laugh in the distance

-Flynn-

The workshop was exactly how he'd left it, which was always a good sign. Though, he had a feeling today would be long before Vega became a pain in the ass.

"Enjoy your night?" The AI asked.

"Yes I did, smartass, thanks for asking."

"I, for one, thought you would kill each other a week ago."

"Well, we didn't."

"Even still, it only took you three weeks, one day, fourteen hours, and sixteen minutes to decide to sleep with her instead."

"That long!?" Tara joined them. "Damn, I must be losing my touch."

"For Tara, it only took two weeks, three days, two hours, and eleven minutes to decide to sleep with you. Which happened only an hour after deciding she wouldn't have to kill you."

"Fuck yea, it did."

Flynn was struggling to keep up. "What the hell is happening?"

"Either being horny is a competition now, or we're getting slut-shamed by a robot."

"I mean no offense."

"Then we're competing, I guess." She deduced. "And I'm winning."

That was something he could understand. "Then you won't be for long."

Tara bounced her head from side to side in thought. "Nah, I don't think I'll fall behind."

"That sounds like a challenge." He teased.

A mischievous grin spread across her cheeks. "If you can surprise me by the next mission then…"

"I get to be on top." He supplied surprisingly quickly.

"Fine. I'm only agreeing because I don't think you will." She said, "And if you can't, then I get-" she looked around the workshop until her eyes landed on the weapon rack. "Then I get to shoot the Gauss Cannon at a Girl's Night."

"Deal."

"You gonna take a swing, or are you gonna wait until I least suspect it?" Tara laughed.

"I know exactly what will surprise the hell out of you, and I don't need to be subtle to do it." Flynn let himself drift closer to her.

"Oh? Care to enlighten me?" She took another step closer to him and gently pulled on his belt with a smirk.

He towered over her. He knew how big he was, and Tara seemed to be completely unfaltered by it. Hell, she was attracted to it. "No."

She laughed as he stepped back and began working at his station again, fixing his armor. Flynn tried to pay her no mind for now, but even with her simply sitting on the floor, going through holograms about demons, she somehow kept drawing his attention.

Eventually he turned on a playlist, hoping it would distract him more than she was. His plan backfired on him when Tara began humming along to songs she knew, and even when she didn't know one, she picked up on the melody enough to follow along. It made it far too easy for Flynn to realize that he loved her voice.

It had been hours, and Flynn had made some good progress on his suit repairs. A few more small fixes and it would be good as new. Tara for her part, didn't look any less burnt out. She laid flat on her back, scrolling through one of his old discoveries on Mars about Summoners.

One song ended and the next began. It was a slow, jazzy song, one he remembered his mom liking back in the day. Most of those memories felt so far away that it was like he was remembering a fact that he'd been told about someone else. Not like it was his own life.

But this was his own life, and if he had it, he was gonna use it. Flynn strolled up to Tara. She shot him a confused look when he offered a hand to help her up. It was break-time and goddammit, they both needed to stop using their brains for a little.

She skeptically took his hand and he helped her up. Flynn was met with very little resistance as he pulled her to him and started swaying her with the song.

Tara barked out a laugh, settling into the dance easily. "You're just a big doofus, aren't you?"

"At least when the armor is off." He chuckled back, swaying side to side with Tara to to slow swing of the song.

The two fell into comfortable silence. He'd be lying if he said this didn't have the same effect on him as he was trying to have on her.

In moments like these it felt far more intimate than having her in his bed. Simply having her close, enjoying the warmth of her waist in his hands and her head resting on his chest in quiet lull with the music. Like he was trying to tell her that the only thing that he could ever ask for was for her to stay.

Please, just stay.

Tara gasped slightly and lifted her head for a moment like some realization just hit her like a truck. Green eyes searched his face for some clue, and ultimately landed on the exact conclusion he was waiting for her to find.

"Shit." It was spoken like the word had surprised her.

There it is.

The way to surprise Tara wasn't to make a smooth move, or say something that made her face turn red and her knees weak. No, it was to show her that she was safe. Truly, unconditionally, safe.

The song ended just as slowly as it started. Her forehead dropped against his chest as she let out a defeated sigh. "You win."

"I'll stash that away for the future." He placed a kiss on the crown of her head as he held her there. Eventually he let her go sit down once again after their little break, and he got back to work on the suit.

Flynn could get used to this: having someone else in his workspace, just to enjoy having the company. Hours could go by and he would just be happy that she chose to stay. Every once in a while he'd see Tara shuffle or move around. Maybe he should get her a chair, or something softer than a scavenged rug to sit on.

A soft "Oh fuck." Came from where she was laying on the floor.

Tara had found a picture from the Lazarus project with a sleeping demon set into a wall somewhere in Hell, but she looked terrified.

"What is it?"

Standing up, she brought the hologram to him. "She look familiar?"

Oddly enough, she did. Really, the thing looked like a Summoner, but six times the size with more gold than he'd ever seen on a demon, running along spines and embedded in her head. It looked like the bony wall had swallowed most of her, and she lay sleeping there.

"That's the original Mania." Tara said, pulling up another report. "Dr. Hive on Lazarus was trying to wake and weaponize her. When that didn't work, they just harvested the energy from the prison."

"That's the energy they used on you?" He asked.

"Yeah… she was a titaness. Records at her prison say she was feared and respected across her realm, but she decided to conquer territory that didn't belong to her. Other titans didn't like it, all that much and they turned on her. But her energy stayed within the prison, even in her sleep. Every so often, her energy would build up enough and influence working minds to attempt freeing her."

"So Hive wasn't as smart as they thought."

Tara laughed. "Maybe not. I think they definitely weren't as objective as they thought. This report is nothing but hypocrisy from them about the nature of Mania. They just thought they were built different."

"What about the demons?" Flynn asked, idly fiddling with wiring while they spoke. "Why do they call you that?"

"I think some may actually have me confused with her." She guessed. "The more coherent demons can tell that I'm at least mostly human. But I don't know if they call me that because it's the only name they have for this energy, or because they believe I'm some kind of reincarnation or something. Honestly, I hope I never find out."

"That's a smart choice." He agreed. "I don't usually read the reports unless I have to figure out how to kill something I haven't met before. Everything else is just fucking aggravating."

"Fair enough, but unfortunately this means I have to find an answer to a question before it finds me and answers itself." Tara figured.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"If the Hell Priests conquering Earth give more than one sleeping titan energy, then what does that mean for Mania and me?"

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Earthquake….i don’t understand how you do it. Like, truly, every time lmao 🤣 your writing and your Sickfics i just - ITS SO DAMN GOOD?? I consume. A delicious treat. Irresistible. I have already read this twice and I will be reading it again back to back with the prequel later because it’s simply, that fucking good.

I love Love LOVE thé Sickfic elements you focus on. I love how abrupt the start is!!! It’s really good for capturing that urgency cyno undoubtedly feels 🥺. There is something extra awful cuz he had that massive meal before his illness really kicked in and it shooows. I love how even then he still is hyper aware and hyper vigilant when most ppl would be focused on just…throwing up and getting it over with. That anxiety he has about it all is so good. 😭😭 I felt so bad for how sick his stomach was though poor thing. That’s a lot of fluid to lose in one day and I really like that you brought up the dehydration!! I also looooove the both ends continuation 🥺 like that’s the worst and the gas station is never the place you want to be stuck but it’s - it’s so REAL!!! something about him being sooooo so embarrassed even though it’s just Tighnari and he isn’t bothered has me in a choke hold. I also love imagining that Tighnari is keeping track of his symptoms and cataloging them so he knows what they will need to stock up on and be mindful off etc etc. There is something extremely comforting about…like..idk if this makes sense but in stories like this where a person is almost so sick that it transcends awkward? Like yes Cyno is embarrassed but also he can’t do anything BUT be vulnerable. And Tighnari’s steady and direct approach only has room for concern for Cynos well being and sympathy and it’s SO GOOD.

and then- THEN OH MY WORD feverish, relieved, absolutely SQUISHY Cyno 😭😭😭 my heart burst. It’s all over the floor after this fic. Tiny bits. That relief was palpable and I don’t blame him for being emotional at all. Everything about the end was the soothing comfort and safety he deserved. Even tho he still is sick the difference in environment is truly everything. And I’m truly OBSESSED with him going after nari after waking up, and practically nuzzling him???? Like who is this man who on a normal day would bleed confidence and authority. I can’t. I simply can not. I freaking LOVED this fic 🩷

Oh this made my day 😭 Thank you so much!! This was one of those fics where I felt like I could've done better, and I really worried it wouldn't live up to expectations (especially seeing as I was so happy with the prequel) so I'm really happy and relieved that it was still good!!

I loved writing the abrupt start, even if that's usually not my strong suit in writing. Poor Cyno was struggling on that first stretch of the drive, poor boy. Having a large, spicy meal before all this definitely didn't help. AND THE EMBARRASSMENT! He still can't stand the thought of anybody seeing him get sick aside from Tighnari, he will fight it tooth and nail unless Tighnari promises him they're alone 😭

Tighnari is the absolute best and I love him so much for it ahh. I also just love writing the contrast between them that comes out here. Tighnari being straightforward and to the point, he has no problem calling a spade a spade. Cyno on the other hand is just so mortified, just the thought of putting what's wrong into words makes him want to shrivel up and hide away. Gah I just love them, I adore them!

A few times I felt like the whole ending wasn't exactly needed, but I wasn't about to skimp on it. Cyno's just had such a bad day, I really wanted to write him getting the relief and comfort he's so desperately been longing for! I just love him being so relieved at the mere fact of being home, it makes my heart melt. He's still sick, he's going to be sick for a while, but he's home and that alone makes everything so much more tolerable. And the way he seeks out Tighnari!! Ahhh!!

YES I absolutely love thinking about how Cyno is normally this strong, authoritative figure, who's now just in this vulnerable position. I ADORE that!

Thank you so so much again!! I'm super happy you enjoyed it 🩷

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