#they're both sad dads doing their fucking best okay

[duckduckdove]

Incredible Observations made in my DMs by a friend who Doesn't watch Hazbin Hotel

I keep rambling at them about this fucking show trying to be funny but no matter what I say, nothing I say will ever be funnier than saying that because "Lucifer likes rubber ducks and Blitzo likes horses, they Almost have a griffin". I will Never be as funny as @osbob-the-existent please

We assigned Blitzo as ADHD because I was talking about Lucifer's autism (I want to make a post about that Eventually if someone else doesn't beat me to it) and rubber duck hyperfixation and this mfer pulls a

Just like him SAY IT LOUDER. COWARD. WE ALL KNOW THE ONLY PERSON BLITZO HAS EVER TOPPED IS STOLAS. VEROSICA ABSOLUTELY PEGGED HIM.

Anyway sorry to anyone who followed me for Other Reasons, Hazbin Hotel is my reason to breathe air and drink water rn

#hazbin hotel memes #hazbin hotel #helluva blitzo #heluva boss #autism headcanon #adhd headcanon #they're both sad dads doing their fucking best okay

[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

There is a voicemail on the answering machine when Steve gets home that night. It's from his Uncle Phillip, stumbling through a clumsy message about Chrissy's death, all while he can hear his Aunt Laura wailing in the background. He cuts the message off halfway, rewinding it for his parents to listen to when they return from wherever they've been. Whenever they return.

He picks up the phone, dials Gareth's number, and immediately hangs up before anyone can answer. This is a phone call that needs to wait. Even though all of Steve is itching to reach out to the family that still matters to him, he can't. He can't offer comfort or kind words or even offer to just be there. He's got the Upside Down to deal with first.

The Upside Down has returned and they don't have El and her powers. They don't have Hopper or Joyce. What they have is Steve. Steve is the only adult left in Hawkins that knows anything. It's his job to protect them all, somehow. Someway.

He's the adult.

Fuck. He can't think about this anymore tonight. He's so fucking tired. Instead of climbing the stairs to his room, he flops onto the couch in the living room, falling quickly into sleep plagued by nightmares.

Meanwhile, across town, Gareth has finally pried himself free of his mother's grip and slunk to his room. He flops on his bed and rolls to stare up at the ceiling.

He feels numb.

Chrissy is- she was- and in his best friend's house. And now Eddie is missing. What if whoever killed Chrissy kidnapped Eddie? Is something worse going to happen to Eddie?

And his mom and dad. They wouldn't say it to his face, but he can tell they blame Eddie. Maybe not blame, as in think he's the murderer, but certainly blame, in that, they think it's his fault Chrissy's dead. That whoever murdered Chrissy was really out to murder Eddie and Chrissy was an innocent bystander turned victim.

When his uncle called with the news it was unbelievable. His parents had seen the news, knew about the murder, but the police hadn't stated a name yet. He'd been asked so many questions, mostly about who Eddie knew that could have been over, but Gareth didn't have answers. Eddie hadn't mentioned anyone that was going to go to his house.

The police didn't take long actually identifying Chrissy, because they're reached out to next of kin and then Uncle Phillip had called, spoken to his dad and it's-

Well, it's all unbelievable. Hawkins has always been so dull and boring. Nothing happens here! Well, beyond that time the Byers kid went missing, then was dead but then not or whatever. And the fire at the brand-new mall but that was an accident, so even though a lot of people died, it was- it wasn't a murder.

Eddie is missing.

Chrissy is dead.

And Gareth is here, finally alone, in his room. His parents hadn't let him out of their sight since the phone call, and he can't really blame them. The death of someone in a family always makes his parents cling tighter to him but never before has the person who's passed been younger than his parents. He's been to the funeral for an uncle on his mom's side, which was her older brother, as well as for both his grandparents on his father's side.

Steve's side, he thinks. He knows Chrissy's dad called Steve's house, but his aunt and uncle probably aren't even in town. They barely were when Steve was a minor. Now that they can legally abandon him, they probably won't hear about Chrissy until Thanksgiving.

Jesus. Is Steve doing okay with the news? He knows he's got a best friend who stays more nights than not but are they there now, or is Steve alone?

Tears build in his eyes again as he thinks about when they were all younger, each just a year apart in school but all each other's first best friend. It used to be Steve, Chrissy, and himself against the world. Why had that changed?

Oh.

He knows. He changed it, heading into his freshman year. He told them he didn't want to hang out with them in high school.

And now Chrissy's dead and he realizes he no longer knows her -knew her- well enough to know why she'd be at Eddie's. Were they friend? Was Eddie her dealer? Did Chrissy even smoke weed? He knew she was dating Jason Carver but- was she also into Eddie? Chrissy had never seemed the kind of person to cheat, but what did Gareth actually know about her at the end of the day?

At the end of her life?

He rolls onto his side and sobs, curling into himself with all these unanswered questions running through his mind until he cries himself to sleep.

Steve has been awake for maybe ten minutes before Dustin is calling. The Upside Down waits for no man, so Steve finds himself picking up Dustin, Robin, and Max, and then they go to Cerebro to eavesdrop on the police.

Dustin talks him into handing his wallet over so he can run into the store and buy Eddie something for breakfast.

They deliver bad news to Eddie, follow a police car, meet up with Nancy, Robin and Nancy go to the library, he drives Max and Dustin first to Ms. Kelley's house, then the school. Once Robin and Nancy join them, Max fills them in on some depressing news before noises from the hallway draw their attention.

It turns out to be Lucas, here to warn about Jason.

Steve isn't meaning to eavesdrop when Lucas saddles up next to Dustin on the way to Steve's car and says, "Jason. He, uh, he went to Gareth's. Looking for Eddie. And he. Did you know Gareth and Chrissy Cunningham were cousins?"

Steve stumbles but if anyone noticed they don't call him on it.

Dustin says, "no. Oh, no. Don't tell me-"

"Yeah," Lucas confirms an unspoken question, "he's joined Jason's hunt for Eddie."

"Shit," Dustin and Steve say at the same time.

Unlike Steve, Gareth wakes late. It's almost noon before he drags himself from bed and to the bathroom.

A half hour later, he's clean and fed, and dialing Steve's number for the third time in a row, to get a third answering machine pickup.

"Answer the goddamn phone, Steve!" He snarls into the receiver this time, not having left messages the first two times. Just hung up and dialed again, then. "Have you heard about- I need you, so answer your fucking phone."

He slams the phone back into its cradle. His parents are still lost in their own fear and sorrow, because neither of them scold him for his language or the treatment of the phone.

He calls Jeff, and then Frankie, to cancel practice. They're worried but don't push when Gareth blames his mom. Then he spends another two hours trying to get a hold of Steve, and even Wayne a couple times, but no one answers.

He is surprised, and a little annoyed, when he mom comes to his room a bit later in the day to let him know he has guests at the door. He hauls himself from his bed, ready to tell the guys to fuck off, but when he steps outside to Chrissy's boyfriend instead of Jeff, the words die on his tongue.

Carver, some other guys from the basketball team, and Lucas Sinclair standing in the way back, are waiting for him on his lawn. Gareth closes the front door before slowly stepping off the porch. "Can I help you?"

"We're looking for Eddie. He here?" Carver asks.

"No."

Carver nods, hands shoved into his letterman lifting and dropping, like he was going to make a 'what can you do' gesture but forgot his hands were in his pockets. "Know where we can find him?"

They're looking for Eddie. This is -was- Chrissy's boyfriend. He probably knows the truth as much as Gareth does. And, he wants to know more. He's sure, judging by the tension in Carver's stance and how Lucas is shaking his head no behind them all, that Carver's probably convinced Eddie did it. So, if Gareth wants the truth, he needs to find Eddie, too. "You try Dustin Henderson's house?"

Carver looks surprised by the freely given information, and Lucas looks betrayed. "No. But we will. Thanks."

"I'm coming with."

Carver, who had turned away, turns back slowly. "You think so?"

"She's my cousin. Chrissy. So, yeah, I think I'm coming," Gareth hopes it's enough to get Carver to agree. If Eddie's innocent, Gareth wants to be there to help him. And if- if the fucking worst has happened and Eddie did it.

Well. He wants to be there to help with that, too.

#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au #my fic #listen im not rewatching the show so if you see inconsistencies from canon events no you dont #canon proceeds almost as normal for steve here except for the worry for his cousin #canon also proceeds as normal for jason and gang just with a more people #you'll see what i mean when you read the ficlet

[avengers-rule103]

"Jon would rather ruin his own happiness and breakup with Nancy so she can go to the college she wants and get the job she wants" - Jonathan isn't giving up his own happiness by breaking up with Nancy, he's choosing his own happiness. he even talks about wanting to stop chasing a dream that isn't his. in the future he imagines for them they are sad and angry and resent each other (funny how that's possible even without kids in the picture, huh?) , he doesn't want that future, he knows Nancy doesn't want that future either. "Lonnie is an asshole who chose alcohol over his family, controlled what Joyce did and never cared about his family" - Jonathan doesn't want to have Nancy give up on her dreams for him as mentioned previously, and giving up his family is exactly what he would be doing if he stayed with Nancy, his whole point of not wanting to go to the same college as Nancy is so that he can stay with Joyce and Will. He's choosing his family like his father never did. And oh my god Nancy HAS NEVER FUCKING SAID SHE DOES NOT WANT KIDS. EVER. Steve, didn't propose working for his dad's buisness in season 2 as some cruel scheme to lock Nancy into the same fate her mum and dad ended up in, he offered it out of love, because he knew that he wasn't good at school, that she was, that she does have a bright future and career ahead of her and wants to do everything in his power to support her even if it means working for someone who, while we may never see - hear enough about to know he's not winning any father of the year points any time soon. And that's what he would continue to do if (*cough cough* when) they do get back together. Y'all are purposefully mischaracterising Steve just to make him seem like such a horrible controlling person, when he has absolutely never acted that way towards anyone, least of all Nancy. When he fucked up he admitted to it, apologised for it, and tried to make up for it, cleaned the board from the cinema, even went so far as to apologise to Jonathan, both without telling Nancy (because he wasn't doing it to win her back, to keep her in a relationship she didn't want) doing it because it was the right thing to do. Steve has been called "The Babysitter" for the entire show, always looking after the kids, always doing his best to keep them from danger, leading the pack when Dustin and the gang want to explore the Upside Down tunnels because if anyone tries to hurt them they're gonna have to go through him first, and you still believe that Steve would be the one to get a job and make Nancy stay at home with any amount of kids? For the love of god, make it make sense. Y'all gotta remember that just like how Steve and Nancy "chose" each other in the early seasons while they were still in high school, so did Nancy and Jonathan, and surprise surprise once again, the decisions made in high school can change. Your life doesn't end after high school. Or after college. You can choose a person, choose a career, choose this that and the other and then you can also choose differently later down the line. and that's okay. Also last time i checked, the future that Steve imagines, is filled with support and love and happiness. so.... there's that too.

#i can't believe i'm even on jonathan's side in this #you know the tables have turned when i'm suddenly supportive of jonathan #maybe i'm getting sick or something #stranger things #stancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

[kai-anderson-whore]

The evans (what they're like drunk)

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Tate Langdon:

okay so I feel like tate would be so fun to get drunk with

•until he thinks of something sad then your his shoulder to cry on

•you'll probably end up crying too

•but besides that he'll play nirvana on repeat and will make you dance with him to about a girl

•you will definitely make out at Somepoint during the night

•that's the type of friendship you both have

Kit Walker:

•now kit is a pretty relaxed when he drinks which in my mind is probably like a few beers at night once the kids are asleep

•I'd imagine him with a record on probably elvis or sinatra sitting on his chair with you in one arm a cold beer in the other

•he'd be more loving when he has a drink or two in him placing kisses on your shoulders telling you sweet nothings

•just blissful

Kyle spencer post- death:

•now as we all know Kyle is a frat boy so he'd be a mess if he's completely hammered

•but he's the responsible one so that doesn't happen often

•he'd make sure your safe and that his frat brothers don't do stupid things

•but if he get so drunk he'd be like "y/n do you know how much I love your cute face" with smoochy lips 😘😘

Jimmy darling:

•we've seen it in the show he has his moment when he's drinking

•like tate one minute he can be happy singing songs that pop into his head without a care In the would to being all sad or angry if its missing his mother or just something stupid that pissed him off

•his hands will be all over you without a doubt he's a horny drunk

•you would tell him no if you are sober but if you drank with him then your going at it all night let's just say

James patrick march:

•Now as we all know james likes his whisky and absinthe and being dead he could literally drink anyone under the table

•he doesn't get wasted probably thinks it's distasteful but he did a few times before and let's just say he's a helpless romantic even drunk

•would literally shower you with live and affection and if you don't let him he's a whiny bitch

•"darling What's the matter please hug me" "James you reek of booze" "this is an outrage"

Rory monaghan:



•Rory will bombard all his social media platforms with videos of a night out like he would post every detail of the night

•instantly regrets it in the morning when he's hungover

•will definitely do weird dad dances and would want you to join him so he's not alone

•I feel like he's the type of drunk that would need to be on one of those backpacks kids have so they don't run away because the second your eyes leave him he's off and it will take ages to find him

•he would be one of those drunks that ask so many weird questions no one knows the answer to like "how are humans actually put on this earth it doesn't make sence"

(Kai Anderson)



•Now kai would stop drinking because he needs to stay sharp for the cult but if he's having a very bad day he would drink his problems away or fuck his stress out of you

•he's an angry drunk for sure would constantly snap at anyone in sight and throw glasses in the room

•if your there you could possibly calm bim down sometimes it's a no go but you try your best

•would definitely try and get into your panties but you say no because well he's drunk but kai is consistent and will not take no for a answer

(Jeff pfister)



•Jeff wouldn't drink since he's always off his tits with the coke but he might mix them both on occasion

•he would blackout not remember a single thing at all

•probably would make out with mutt since he's completely wasted

•would wake up the next morning with mutt not remembering a thing which freaks him out because he could had probably committed a crime and he wouldn't know but you were there the next morning with a photo gallery full of videos from the night before

(Austin sommers)



•Now we all know austin likes his alcohol but he also likes to still be fully aware of what's going on around him

•but once in a blue moon he would get hammered which he would never be away from karaoke singing all the cheesy hits like cotton eye Joe or barbie girl

•once your both home he would ask you to pamper him with face masks and what not, so you both lay on the bed with a face mask on some more whisky laughing and joking (I think this could be a fic?)

#american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #kit walker #tate langdon #ahs asylum #evan peters x reader #jimmy darling #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson #kyle spencer #austin sommers #ahs smut #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #ahs #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters icons #evan peters fluff #evan peters requests #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #evanpeters #evanpetersedit #headcanon

[enm-enthusiast]

The Exhibitionists' Club Ch. 7 - Sebastian Part 1

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Last chapter followed Sebastian's boyfriend Thomas entering a male arousal study for extra credit, and ended up being milked by his insanely hot anatomy professor, and now he confronts his lover with the possible desire to have sex with the older man...

Sebastian

"Wait...you mean professor, ass of a Greek God, Ethan?" I said in response to Thomas bursting into the dorm room and shouting about how much he wanted to fuck a professor on campus.

"...yes" he said, meekly.

His eyes looked downcast, like he was ashamed. My heart sunk in my own chest and beckoned him over to me. He closed the door behind him and practically jumped into my arms on his bed. As I caressed his soft, wavy black hair I worked out the words I wanted to say:

"Babe, your going to run into certain guys that you are extremely attracted to, its natural. Like, there's a few bros in my Frat I'd love to bend over but I know I can't not just because they're straight, but also because it'd complicate things too much" I said.

He looked up at me, those sweet and sad puppy dog eyes never failed to make my heart melt.

"I won't forbid it, but I do want you to be careful, okay? don't do anything to get yourself hurt or in trouble, you got it?" I said.

"Don't worry Seb, I have it all handled" he said, smiling so warmly I couldn't resist kissing him, his warm velvety lips inviting further exploration which caused a stir in my groin.

But....I had somewhere to be, I had to get back to the Frat house and clean up my room and study for the rest of the night before bed. So I reluctantly pulled away before I found myself pounding away inside him once again.

He had a slightly pouty look on his face as I got up, but I merely smiled in return and said "Don't give me that look mister, you were supposed to strip down as soon as you got home, remember? be glad I didn't spank you again as punishment" I finished and a deep blush flooded his cheeks.

"I'll let it slide this time, but next time that ass is getting both a pounding AND a spanking, and I don't think you want both in a row" I said, giving him a mischievous wink as I closed the door behind me and started down the stairs of Thomas' dorm building.

I didn't tell Thomas this, but I was having some problems with the Frat lately ever since I bested the president, a real prick named Eric at a strip wrestling match in the Rainbow Room. The whole thing happened because of pledge week where we had to do one dare no matter how bad it was, and the vide president had dared me to wrestle Eric but I got to choose the time, place, and rules.

Eric lost. Badly. He ended up naked before his entire frat, who made sure to take plenty of photos of their senior's humiliation. He had been so angry lately, he was pissing off everybody and by extension some people were avoiding me because I was the source of his ire.

I got the impression that many of the seniors and other officers had grown increasingly tired of Eric's antics, I felt they were waiting for the proverbial straw. Until then I did my best to avoid Eric when I could, even try to apologize for things going so far but to no avail and I got the distinct feeling that he was planning some sort of payback.

Thomas already had enough to worry about with all this medical study business (which I found kinda hot, in a way) that I didn't want him to worry about me, besides I could take care of myself.

I was completely lost in my own thoughts as I walked across campus towards the frat houses I passed by a few security patrols. I recognized a few since I had recently landed a position as a student assistant to help pay my college expenses. This time it was that cute, blonde twink named....Daniel? and a bigger, beefy muscle dad named Jack who filled out every inch of his uniform which never failed to make me drool.

I waved at them politely but moved on without speaking a word, I had precious little time left in the day. I began walking up the steps to my two-story frat house and to my surprise there was a lot of noise going on inside. I heard loud, angry shouts coming a male voice from the main living room and a few others shouted back in response.

I opened the door and walked in and suddenly I heard the words much more clearly:

"-should be here to defend himself, you have no right to just go through a brother's room without him present or reasonable suspicion of banned items" I heard the vice president James say, who was unusually a nerdy tall kid with glasses and short brown hair. He was the smartest guy here and everyone knew it, and if Eric wasn't your atypical "popular jock" he'd be president instead.

"I have every right if I have personally witnessed him smuggling banned items into said room, and because those items were indeed found in his room, he needs to be punished accordingly" Eric, I now realized, said.

I felt a slight sense of dread as I suspected who he was talking about and slowly entered the living room and all eyes turned to me, some in sympathy, others in indifference to Eric's latest bullshit. James was up in Eric's face, and the latter had a sinister smirk that grew wide upon seeing me enter.

"Ah, the guest of honor has arrived, tell us brother Sebastian, why did I find *these* in your room today?" Eric said and held up a bag of weed in his hand.

My blood boiled as I realized what he was doing, I was being set up! but I wasn't going down without a fight.

"What?! But I've never seen that before, did you find a lighter, a bong or anything I could use to smoke all that with?" I said, as a point of fact. Some of the guys turned to whisper with each other, they seemed split on the issue.

"It's not just me, I have witnesses who say they saw you bring this bag into your room, besides myself" Eric said, and smugly gestured towards another frat brother, a junior named Casey who was reputed to be one of Eric's rivals. He also pointed to another guy next to him, Henry who was another freshman, rather fresh-faced and right now he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. I was starting to feel the same.

"Hold on Eric, first let's hear it from them personally before dealing out any punishments" James said, and gestured to the two guys to come forward. Eric seemed a little annoyed at James's interference but said nothing in response, letting the boys speak for him.

"Now, did you or did you not witness Sebastian smuggle this into his room?" James asked them both.

"We both did, he came home late one night after seeing that boytoy of his, me and Henry here saw him slip the bag inside his room, isn't that right, Henry?" Casey said.

I clenched my fist at the way he talked about Thomas, but instead I bore my eyes right into Henry's who could barely look back at me and flinched every time. He knew full well what he was supposed to say was a lie, I only hoped that his conscience was stronger than his fear of angering the frat president.

"y-....y-yes, we both saw him" Henry said, his eyes glued to the floor like he was a child being scolded by his parents.

"But...that's a lie! can't you see James? they're both up to something!" I yelled in my defense, my face red.

James looked at both of them for a few long moments, scrutinizing them and asked one final time if that was indeed what they saw and they both repeated their stories, word for word.

The vice president finally turned to me with a look of pity and sympathy, one that wished he could stop this but his hands were tied, and said "I'm sorry Sebastian, but in light of this...you need to be punished" he said and folded his arms in disgust.

"That's right James, and as Frat president it is up to me to determine what befits our brother's crimes" he said.

"Don't forget Eric, first punishments should be handed out lightly, don't do a repeat of last year or I swear I'll..."

"You'll what? Report me? I will count that as interference in the performance of my duties as president, and I'll be extending Sebastian's punishment to you if you do" He said, viciously.

"Fine Eric, have it your way, freshman clear out this is not something you'll want to see" James said, giving me one last look of sympathy and escorted the Freshman out. Some of the sophomores and juniors left too leaving just me, Eric, and a majority of the seniors.

"Alright Sebastian, as punishment for smuggling of banned substances your clothing privileges have been revoked for two weeks. Strip." Eric said.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but laugh a little despite my rising anxiety.

"Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean 'clothing privileges'?" I said.

"You heard me Sebastian, when freshman are punished we take all of their clothes and force them to walk around the house naked except for when they leave, I won't say it again. Strip." he said, this time more forcefully.

I looked around the room and noticed that some of the seniors were circling me like vultures, Eric's little sycophants no doubt, ready to jump at his command if I disobeyed.

Realizing I was trapped, I reluctantly, and very slowly I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head, exposing my bare torso to everyone. A few of the seniors grabbed my nipples and twisted them, I slapped their hands away and felt heat flush in my face.

"I didn't say stop, drop your pants. Now. Or we do it for you." Eric said, stepping closer to me threateningly, along with his cronies.

I held my hands up before lowering them down to the hem of my pants and started unzipping them and to my embarrassment and shock...I realized my cock was beginning to stir within my boxer briefs!

I didn't stop but I felt a sudden feeling of humiliation as these guys might just be about to see my fully erect penis...I tried to ignore it but as I lowered my pants down my legs and stepping out of them I was sporting a very prominent bulge which I was quick to cover up.

Unfortunately, Eric noticed.

"What you hiding there Seb? or what are you...*not* hiding?" He said, chuckling derisively, his cronies mimicking him. He stepped closer to me, and we were face to face, my own expression was defiant despite the redness and when he said:

"Drop the undies." He said.

"Come on Eric, please don't make me do this" I said and Eric was about to call his brothers into action when I stepped in and slowly, every so slowly I slid my last garment down my legs. I felt my cock springing to life and my fully erect cock slapped against my stomach and was already leaking!

I stood back up, fully naked as the seniors gathered up my clothes and I attempted to cover myself but Eric was having none of it. "No no, keep your arms at your sides" he said but this time I wasn't having it.

"What the hell Eric? I'm not showing you guys my dick" I said.

"Awww, he's shy, let's help him come out of his shell you guys, grab him!" he said and on command I had two guys pounce on me, grabbing my arms and forcing them away from my crotch, exposing my erect penis as each of them held my arms behind my back. My dick was 7.5 inches long fully hard, cut, and was a caramel shade of tan that matched the rest of my body.

"Wow, he's not so little after all, we might need to change that" Eric said and I whipped my head towards him on confusion.

Suddenly he slapped my hard dick, and I groaned as he did it again, and again, and again. Tears stung the back of my eyes as my dick throbbed with pain and yet somehow was still leaking precum.

"Ha, not so mighty now, are you?" Eric said.

"He's crying like a little baby!" One of the seniors said.

"We should shave him smooth, make him into a little bitch boi" another said.

"Quiet you two, no, I got a better idea in mind for him" he said and nodded to one of the other seniors nearby who ran off to get something.

"What are you going to do?" I whimpered and my face was flooded with embarrassment and humiliation as I stood there naked and exposed in front of practically half of the entire frat! and if they kept to these rules I'd be showing myself off naked to them for two weeks...

"Just completing your punishment dear Sebastian, don't worry your pretty boy head about it" Eric said, ruffling my hair.

The other senior came back with a small bag and and reached inside, my eyes widened in horror as I saw him produce a cock cage from it and hand it to Eric and renewed struggling against the guys holding me, my cock deflating to the point it swung between my legs as I did so.

"Eric, come on this is going too far now, stop this" I said.

"No dear Seb, I decide when we stop, now then, Taylor!, Pierce!, shave his crotch so the cage will fit better" he said.

I felt my anxiety increase a hundredfold, my heart beat thunderously in my chest as the two guys on either side of me let go and walked to the front of me and each of them took out small electric razors from their pockets and didn't waste any time in shaving my crotch, already I could feel my man hair being forcefully taken from me.

I started to realize just how much this was planned in advance, I hadn't stood a chance the minute I walked in here tonight. Now here I was, stripped of all my clothes, and was being shaved of all my pubes.

Their razors cut through my bush like a hot knife through butter, I looked down in abject horror as they kept moving my dick to reach around my crotch, the stimulation was getting me hard again.

I wasn't especially hairy, but it still took them a minute to shave my bare crotch completely smooth, all the guys proceeded to practically point and laugh which just made my balls shrivel up and my face flooded with shame and embarrassment.

"Where's your man-hair? wow, what a loser!"

"His cock looks like a kid's cock, not like a real man's"

"If he didn't have such a big dick, it WOULD be a kids cock!"

I heard guys shout from all over, and Eric picked up on that last one and said "Don't worry guys, time to shrink him down to size, this cock cage here is specially designed to absolutely restrict blood flow to your dick while allowing you to piss freely without getting it dirty."

"And just how long are you making me wear this thing?" I asked.

A bunch of the guys started shouting off random different lengths of time. Eric ignored them all until they quieted down and said "I think....a month ought to teach you to learn your lesson" he said.

"Eric...you can't do this!" I said in protest but no matter how much I struggled I couldn't stop him as I felt Eric grab my dick and begin to wrap the cage around my cock. I had gone soft again and before it had a chance to get hard, he fit the cage right onto my manhood and proceeded to lock it with a key that he wrapped around his neck.

I looked down and saw the cage was small, round and made of metal and like Eric said put pressure on the base of my shaft which prevented any sort of blood flow. My face flooded with red once more, as well as anger, but the guys finally let me go and I fell on the floor in surprise.

The guys all began filing out, some of them muttering 'loser' and 'bitch' under their breaths, and maybe they were right, Eric had won. Here I lay, my clothes and dignity stripped away from me, Eric gave me one last look of triumph before leaving me there, completely humiliated, and I was left to stew in my shame.

I slowly got up and tried to make it up to my room, as soon as I reached the 2nd floor I heard a voice behind me say "Seb, over here" and I turned to see James come out from behind a corner at the top of the stairs.

"Please James, I just want to go to bed before anyone else sees" I said and James gave me a flat look in response.

"Show me" he said.

I guess there was no point in trying to hide it, soon enough I would be the laughingstock of the entire frat, so I moved my hands away from my crotch.

"Wow, that son of a bitch really did it again" he said, chuckling angrily.

"Wait, what do you mean *again*?" I said.

"Eric did almost the same thing last year to a sophomore who embarrassed him, no one dared contradict his blatant manipulation of the house rules, but I couldn't do anything about it then, I thought as vice president I could...but its still the same now" James said, sadly.

"He is *not* getting away with this" I said, baring my teeth.

"I never said he would, but I realize I can't do it alone now, I'm going to need your help" he said, smiling slightly.

"Help with what?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but somehow Eric needs to be dealt with, play along for now until I can come up with something more, stay low if you can, but...I'm sorry I couldn't do more" he said, before finally walking away.

I walked the rest of the way to my room in silence, I decided I needed to trust James, he seemed decent enough and right now anything seemed better than Eric. I opened the door and my faint glimmer of hope was gone as I found my room stripped bare of any clothing, my cock cage clinked as I took the first step inside and just sat on my bed.

I looked down and the humiliation returned as I felt my smooth crotch and poked at the cage, I only hoped Eric would be satisfied by this, I just had to make it through the next two weeks and I'd get my clothes back at least.

I opened my phone, which Eric's cronies had left behind along with my wallet, and saw my text chat bubble with Thomas and thought about calling him, telling him what happened but right now I just needed to sleep. But as fitful sleep came, finally, I swore to myself that Eric would regret the day he messed with me, and by the time I was done with him he'll be remembered as the president who lost his frat.

End of Chapter Six.

Author's Note: Uh oh! the tables have turned on Seb at last as he finds himself at the mercy of Eric and his cronies, find out what else is in store for poor Sebastian as he faces the two most humiliating weeks of his life.

Keep an eye on the current timeline I have setup which you can see on my recent Tumblr posts, and in the meantime please enjoy this latest installment, and have a great week!

#enm #cmnm #enm stripped humiliation #stripped #enm story

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Since I’ve seen you also do fallout 4 Reacts, how about this, romanced fallout 4 companions react to synth Shaun calling the mom/dad

They had known, going into this thing they shared with Vault 111's sole survivor, that the road to a happy ending wasn't going to be easy. Love was already hard enough to navigate, even without the person on the receiving end being a pre-war relic, a figurehead of the Commonwealth, and number one most wanted on multiple factions' bounty lists. Those moments of peace they managed to snatch were fleeting, but they teased of greater things, and when their fingers and the sole survivor's intertwined atop the roof of Mass Fusion as the Institute crumbled into the Charles River below, they selfishly wondered if this meant a newfound freedom for their relationship.

Then came Shaun. Pure, naive, starry-eyed Shaun, who looked up at the sole survivor with the sweetest smile and gifted them the saddest holotape, who held out his arms for one person only and folded inward if left with anyone else. He confounded everyone, not just the sole survivor's chosen partner, but it didn't matter. His remaining parent held him close during the darkest hours, told him stories and sang him lullabies until he stopped shaking and slept. It was on one of these late nights that the sole survivor's companion resolved to do right by both of them, no matter what it took, and pressed a gentle kiss into the crown of the sleeping boy's head.

Cait: "You envy him," the sole survivor said quietly the next morning as they watched Shaun skip ahead on the road to Diamond City.

Cait swallowed. "I do," she admitted. "I've told you what my own parents were like. When I look at you, I can't help but notice every last little thing they didn't do. Everything you are doing, with him. He's damn lucky, and he doesn't even know it. Then there's me, and kids... All the ones I spent time around were just as broken as I was, older souls than they deserved to be. He won't ever know that kind of fear, and I'm fucking glad of it, but it also means I can't talk to him."

"Well, you have to start somewhere. But I get it." The sole survivor pulled her in by the waist and kissed her. "I love you, Cait. I can't tell you not to feel sad about the way things worked out- just don't take it out on him. He's been through a lot, too."

Cait rolled her eyes when they weren't looking, certain that she was always going to be the distant, red-headed stepmother to Shaun's actual parent, but her moment came sooner than expected. Batty old Moe Cronin was still hawking his baseball gear in Diamond City's town square, beckoning to anyone who wandered too close. "Swatters, right here!" he called as the sole survivor and their little family passed by, clearly aware that Shaun had perked up his ears. "Don't let down the home team! Why, even kids will appreciate a swatter in their hands, when they're traveling the Commonwealth!"

"No thanks, Moe," the sole survivor said, waving the salesman off. "He's still a little young for that kind of sport."

"I disagree," Cait cut in, putting a defiant hand on her hip. "Best to start him young, else he won't know what he's doing until it's too late."

Shaun looked between his two guardians. "Please?" he begged the sole survivor. "Mom's okay with it."

Cait could've melted, right then and there in the marketplace. Before the sole survivor had a chance to answer, she'd turned back to Moe, fumbling for her caps. "That one," she said, pointed at a lighter model splashed with indigo paint. "Seems about the right size."

Moe took it down from his display wall and presented it to the boy. "A genuine model, there. Perfect for a first-time owner. You take good care of her, kid."

Cait pulled the boy close to her hip and ruffled his hair. "He'd better. I was planning on using those caps to buy us Power Noodles."

Shaun smiled and closed his eyes as he hugged the baseball bat close. "Thanks, mom."

Curie: Although her educational modules had only been installed for the purpose of making her a better laboratory assistant in Vault 81, Curie still had the full knowledge repository of a Miss Nanny robot to draw upon stored up in her new synthetic brain. Caring for a 10-year-old boy meant following clear developmental guidelines and standards, and she set about writing a rough curriculum for him so as to give him some semblance of schooling while he wandered the Commonwealth with his guardians.

To her delight, Curie found Shaun to be especially receptive to her lessons. He was very interested in biology and history, perhaps because of the obvious blind spots that came with spending his early life inside the Institute. He wanted to know everything there was to know about the mutated creatures that walked the wasteland, coloring in the pictures of radstags and deathclaws and bloatflies alike in Curie's battered notebook as she sketched them. For history, though, Curie had to turn to those around her. The most recent history of the Commonwealth could be found with the sole survivor, who had spent most of their post-vault life at the center of it. Further accounts came from Preston Garvey thanks to his experience with the Minutemen, and Piper Wright and Nick Valentine had quite a bit more in their extensive periodical and case records. Even Paladin Danse pitched in, offering a rather thorough recollection of the Brotherhood of Steel's history on both coasts of North America and in between that left Shaun playing at being a Scribe for over a week.

Shaun's best subject, though, was language. He had an adequate grasp of English, but he began to press Curie early on to teach him French. She added it in between her other lessons, until they could carry on basic conversations. "Pourquoi vouliez-vous apprendre le français?" Curie asked him one day when it was just the two of them, curious. "Oui, ç'est une belle langue, but it is not especially common in the Commonwealth."

Shaun smiled. "Parce que ça nous appartient, maman."

"Maman?" Curie smiled back. "I did not teach you that word."

"You did," Shaun insisted, crawling into her lap to hug her. "Oui, maman, you did."

Curie ended the lesson early and gave him her pencil and notebook to draw pictures in. When the sole survivor returned that evening from their trade excursion, she presented them with the piece of art he had made, depicting the three travelers locked in battle with a mirelurk queen. The sole survivor looked over it with a smile, ran a thumb over the words he'd scribbled next to Curie's blazing laser rifle. "'Ma maman,'" they read with a grin, drawing her into a one-armed hug. "Congratulations, mom."

Paladin Danse: "I'm a liability to you," Danse argued with the sole survivor the next day, as they packed their things to hit the road again. "To both of you. You know what will happen if a Brotherhood patrol recognizes me."

"So wear this." The sole survivor tossed him a ratty shawl and a red bandanna. "Cover your face. Plenty of people do, in these parts."

"And if they recognize my voice?" Dance argued. "Only the greenest Initiates would be fooled by a disguise this thin."

"You're giving the Brotherhood too much credit." The sole survivor straightened up from organizing their pack. "Just let me do the talking and try not to worry."

"Easier said than done," Danse grumbled, picking up their wasteland fashion offerings with obvious distaste.

They were ready to go by noon, the sole survivor's pack slung over their shoulder and Shaun's hand firmly grasped in theirs. Danse brought up the rear as they crossed the bridge out of Sanctuary, and he tugged the bandanna around his neck up to cover his face once they reached the other side of the river.

When Shaun next turned back, distracted by some dry branches creaking together overhead, he giggled in surprise. "Why are you wearing that?" he asked, pointing to the bandanna.

"It's not safe," Danse grunted, lowering his laser rifle a little.

"But why does that help keep you safe?"

The sole survivor reached down to ruffle their son's hair. "It's a little hard to explain, Shaun. Some people out here don't like Danse. He's trying to hide his face from them, so they don't know it's him."

"But there's no one here," Shaun insisted, throwing his arms out to indicate the barren landscape and its silence.

"Well, you never know," Danse said, taking the bait. "Come here. Look at that tree. That big one, see it? I'd say it's wide enough to hide a man behind it. Maybe even a raider or two, if they're skinny."

"What about that one?" Shaun asked, pointing to a larger tree.

Danse nodded solemnly. "Three raiders. Easily."

He winked at the sole survivor, who was stifling their giggles. Shaun, who was staring open-mouthed at the trees, missed it. "Can I have one too, dad?" the boy asked, tugging Danse's sleeve.

"One of what?" Danse replied, unable to keep his voice from cracking.

"A bandanna." Shaun looked up at him with a smile. "We can hide together."

Danse, lost, looked helplessly to the sole survivor. Without a word, they pulled a navy blue bandanna from their pack and handed it over. Danse knelt down and carefully tied the cloth around Shaun's face. "There you go, soldier," he said when he was finished, and the words felt softer in his mouth than any of the other times he'd said them.

Mayor John Hancock: Though he was brave enough to risk a little affection after the kid was asleep, Hancock gave Shaun plenty of space during the waking hours. He wasn't blind to the way some people looked at him. Most kids stared.

Shaun wasn't any different in that aspect, but the fact that this red-coated, tricorn-bedecked ruin of a man was keeping his parent company proved too much for his curiosity. Once the stage of open-mouthed, morbid fascination had passed, Shaun's face grew more contemplative. He started to watch closely as Hancock did basic things. Eat. Sleep. Tie some cloth over a wound. Brush his teeth. He didn't seem embarrassed when Hancock made it obvious these attentions were noticed by waggling his brows or pulling funny faces in the middle of a meal- he just looked like he was filing the information away in his head. He wasn't immune to Hancock's infectious humor though, and he eventually started to giggle and make faces back. The sole survivor rolled their eyes at the pair of them, but Hancock egged them on until they, too, succumbed to the silliness.

When the trio paid their first visit to Goodneighbor and people on the street began to greet Hancock as "mayor," Shaun's eyes grew as wide as Port-A-Diner saucers. Hancock relished the attention, stopped in at every trading stall and tipped his hat to every vagabond they passed. Though Shaun kept a tight hold of his parent's hand, it was obvious he was a little lost between the attention that the sole survivor and the returning town leader were receiving. Things came to a head when a crowd gathered around the travelers and Shaun's grip on the sole survivor's hand was jostled loose. As would-be admirers moved in and separated them, Shaun's voice was thin and high under the boisterous conversations. "Ha-Han... dad!"

"Whoa." Hancock threw his arms out, pushed the crowd back. "Give us some space, folks. Yeah, you, back up or I'll sic Fahrenheit on you."

Shaun was clinging to his leg, and he relaxed a little as Hancock lifted him up to eye level with the adults. Hancock puffed with the effort. The kid was heavier than he looked. "Now this here," he said, grunting as he re-positioned the boy on his hip, "Is Shaun. He's with me."

"Is he yours, Hancock?" teased Rufus Rubins from somewhere in the crowd.

"As good as," Hancock replied proudly. He looked at Shaun and smiled. "It's okay, kid. I've got you."

When the boy smiled back at him shyly, Hancock plopped his tricorn onto the boy's head. "Ever thought about becoming a deputy mayor?" he asked. "Don't worry. It's a pretty easy job."

Robert Joseph MacCready: More than anything, MacCready wondered if he was being fair. He'd just gotten his own son back, and Duncan's renewed presence in his life was a constant reminder of just how much he'd missed. How long had it been, since he'd left his little boy with friends and trudged north, hoping against hope that he'd find a cure for the illness that wracked his little frame? How many pounds had he put on since he'd sent the miracle medicine home? How many inches had he grown, how many questions had he missed? He couldn't help but marvel at this little boy who was so big now, so much like Lucy and so much like him.

Shaun was older, Shaun was quieter, and Shaun was watching every time MacCready felt the need to pause, staring at his own little creation in awe. He knew it. He started consciously doing the same for Shaun, just so he wouldn't feel left out, and to his surprise, taking the extra time meant he noticed things he initially hadn't. The way he looked warily at the settlements they visited, searching for hiding spots to retreat to. The way his eyes gleamed in the light of his parent's Pip-Boy, entranced by the holotape games they collected. The way his cheeks dimpled when he smiled, the way he pronounced certain words, the way he tied his shoes and drew his letters and grabbed his guardians' hands when he was scared. Yes, Shaun was a miniature sole survivor in countless ways, but there was a little bit of MacCready in the way he approached the wasteland.

MacCready began to mix them up, Duncan and Shaun, and they laughed and corrected him and teased him to no end along with the sole survivor. It only made him smile wider. They were between Bunker Hill and Goodneighbor one day, playing "I spy" as they passed through the ruined city, when Duncan picked a rather obvious target for the guessing game. "I spy with my little eye... something that is... green."

"The water," the sole survivor guessed, pointing toward the Charles River. Duncan shook his head emphatically.

"It better not be a super mutant," MacCready said, only mildly concerned. The streets had been quiet for their entire trip.

"Dad's hat," Shaun guessed.

The sole survivor and MacCready stopped in their tracks. MacCready's hand went to his cap. Duncan nodded and giggled, and he squirmed with joy when his dad plopped the hat in question onto his head.

MacCready swept Shaun up into his arms. Shaun looked at him, wide-eyed, unused to the overt affection. "What?"

The sniper cocked an eyebrow at him. "Dad?"

"Yeah."

MacCready planted a scratchy kiss on the boy's cheek, reveling in the shriek of surprise it elicited. "Okay," he said with pride. "We do look alike."

"We do not."

Piper Wright: It was a promise that Piper had made once before, after her dad had been murdered and she'd been left the sole caretaker for her little sister. She and Nat had managed to navigate their new roles eventually, eked out a living in Diamond City and grown together as best they could. Piper had settled into something that wasn't quite sisterhood, parenthood, friendship or work partnership, and yet encompassed all of the above. The sole survivor had fit into that life alongside her fairly well, what with their transient inclinations, responsibilities to their associates, and being a lightning rod for Commonwealth intrigue, but Shaun presented a new challenge.

"Diamond City's the best place for him," Piper insisted to the sole survivor any chance she got. They were at Home Plate for now, but the wasteland wanderer had that look in their eye that suggested they were growing restless, unsure of their safety and the safety of their child. "There's a school, there's food, running water and a security force and oodles of people who dote on him just because he's a kid in the wasteland with manners, which is a rarity nowadays."

They always looked at her sadly. "A synth kid, Piper. People will notice eventually."

"So what? Nick's a synth, Diamond City got used to him!"

"We need to go soon, Piper, for his sake. It'll be okay."

"Stay, Blue."

The pair went around in circles like that whenever they got a spare moment, saying it every different way but getting nowhere. They were in the middle of one of these arguments when they were interrupted by Nat and Shaun, who blew into the little house with a gust of wind, rain, and flapping newspaper pages. The two kids had their arms locked at the elbows and were giggling wildly, but they stopped short when they saw the way their respective guardians were talking. "Is everything okay?" Nat asked warily.

"Yeah," Piper answered quickly, hiding her expression by removing her cap to scratch her head. The sole survivor had other ideas, and took this moment as an opportunity. They got down on one knee and took Shaun's hands in theirs. "Shaun, buddy, we need... I need to go on a trip. For a while. Do you want to come with me?"

Shaun's eyes flicked between them and Piper, uncertain. "Are mom and Nat coming, too?" he asked.

Nat's eyes widened and Piper's heart leapt into her throat. The sole survivor choked on their words, and tears welled up in the corners of their eyes. They looked up at Piper, their apology plain on their face. "She- we-"

Piper dove in, wrapped Shaun in a hug and twirled him up in her ratty coat. He laughed, surprised, and the reporter beamed down at him.

When the two had ceased their little dance, Piper turned back to the sole survivor and helped them up off the rug. "Come on, Blue," she said, giving them a kiss on the cheek. "We're being stupid. Let's talk this out like a family. Nat and Shaun deserve to know what's up."

Preston Garvey: Preston had thanked his lucky stars several times over the last few months that the sole survivor had risen to the challenge of becoming General of the Minutemen, but now he found himself continually second-guessing that decision. As they pursued the Institute across the Commonwealth, unearthed horrific truth after horrific truth, he'd grieved their spouse and child with them and thrown himself into the work of rebuilding the Minutemen to help them fill that void of loss. He hadn't expected, at the end of things, that the Institute would leave them something else to help fill the void - and now, looking at Shaun, Preston couldn't help but blame himself for centering the sole survivor and leaving them with responsibilities that got in the way of caring for the boy.

So Preston did what he could. When the General was in talks with traders to negotiate caravan protections at the Castle, he took Shaun walking along the shores of Dorchester Bay, hunting for mirelurk eggs. When the General was away from Sanctuary helping settlements, he tucked Shaun into bed at night and read him stories from a worn book of fables that Sturges had bought off of Trashcan Carla. When the General came home late looking like they'd crawled through a yao guai den on their stomach, he hung up their coat, pushed them into the shower, and made dinner with Codsworth while Shaun supervised and decided whether it needed more salt.

"I don't deserve you," the sole survivor said gratefully each time.

"You do," Preston always reassured them. "You both do."

Shaun was less quick to appreciate Preston's care, but slowly he warmed up to the General's right-hand man. He remembered the best spots for picking raspberries that they found together, he started to request tales about the Minutemen as his bedtime stories, and whenever Codsworth asked him about his day, he would shyly look to Preston before relating their adventures together. It was slow going, but each time the boy looked at his parent's partner, there was less and less hesitancy.

One night after a particularly long day on the road, Preston and Shaun were pinching together some ground mole rat potstickers for soup while the sole survivor washed up. Shaun had a case of the giggles and kept leaving floury fingerprints on his own face, which Preston kept trying and failing to wipe off with a kitchen towel. As Shaun fought off another of these attempts, amidst his happy laughter, he pushed the towel away and shrieked, "Dad, stooooop!"

Preston froze. In the bathroom, something clattered to the floor. Even Codsworth paused chopping vegetables to swivel his eye stalks toward the kitchen table. Shaun made a face. "What?"

Gently, Preston put his thumb over one of the flour spots on Shaun's face and rubbed it away. He tousled the boy's hair and chuckled. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Save the razorgrain flour for the dumplings, buddy, okay?"

Porter Gage: Even compared to everything else in Nuka-World, Porter Gage knew he was the rustiest piece of equipment in the park. Well, everyone in Nuka-World was an antique of some sort, hanging onto a bygone or kitted out in tattered costume from days gone by - hell, the Overboss was practically a pre-war collectible - but Gage felt stiff and dusty, even compared to them. He was old, for a raider. Raiders didn't get old. There was safety in being overlooked because of your age and lack of ambition, but it sure didn't make you interesting to the average kid.

Eventually though, that ability to be overlooked came out in Gage's favor, when it came to Shaun. Shaun was an oddity in the park. Anyone who was stuck firmly to the side of the Overboss was an oddity, but beyond that, Shaun was a kid. Raiders didn't get old, and they definitely didn't have kids if they could help it. Most of the gangs were respectful to the Overboss and their kiddo, but when they'd passed out of earshot, they talked. A liability. A loose end. Not even human, a few of them said.

Gage didn't say anything, but he did listen, and he did tell his partner what the situation was when Shaun was asleep for the night. When they had him pressed against the wall of Fizztop Grille's reception, he spun them ideas about what to do until they told him to shut up or rendered him speechless themselves. Honestly, that told him everything he needed to know. They were at a loss for what to do about the kid, too.

If he'd been a younger man, maybe Gage could've let things play themselves out. But he wasn't, so he took the boy under his wing. He gave him his best knife and his second-best pistol and taught him how to use both on the prop cutouts in Dry Rock Gulch. He taught him how to move silently through the overgrowth of Safari Adventure. He taught him the best places to check for supplies in abandoned towns, on one particularly memorable afternoon in Bradberton, when Shaun shot his first feral and only cried for a little bit afterward.

"It's alright, kid," Gage reassured him, rubbing his shoulder while Shaun tried to calm his hiccups. "They don't know themselves anymore. There's no going back. You did him a kindness."

"Doesn't feel like it," Shaun sniffled.

Suddenly, the boy turned into Gage's shoulder, hugged him awkwardly around the metal mess of his armor. "I'm not any good at this like you, dad. I'm sorry."

Gage closed his eyes for a moment. Against his better judgment, he unbuckled his armor, put his arm around Shaun and pulled him into his chest. "No one's good at first, kiddo. But I'll be here until you are. Promise."

BONUS!

Deacon: Though Deacon would never admit it, Shaun terrified Deacon. He'd wanted a kid at some point, obviously, but that version of himself seemed so far removed from who he was now. Different place, different face, different circumstances and perspectives. He wasn't sure he could go back to that mindset now.

Much like the sole survivor though, he didn't have a choice. Shaun was here, curiously peeking at the papers on Desdemona's workstation and getting shooed out of Carrington's clinic. At least Tinker Tom was self-aware enough to tone down his swearing and more dangerous experimentation, but Deacon and the sole survivor agreed that the sooner Shaun got out of HQ, the better.

"They're all intimidated by you," Deacon whispered conspiratorially to Shaun on the day they finally packed up their things. "You're the best Railroad agent here, and they all know it."

"Really?" Shaun whispered back. "I thought you were the best Railroad agent here."

"It goes you, me, Desdemona, then your parent," Deacon counted off on his fingers. He shouldered the pack Shaun had stuffed to the brim and groaned. "Oof, you've got a lot of stuff already. That's how I know you're the best agent. You're already hanging onto supplies in case of the worst. Smart."

The sole survivor pulled Shaun into a half-hug, caressing his head. "I still rank under Desdemona, huh?"

Deacon winked. "You're getting there. Come on, we'll go out the back door."

Once the three emerged, blinking, into the North End, Shaun took one of the sole survivor's hands and one of Deacon's. "Where are we going?" he asked.

The sole survivor squinted at the buildings around them. "North," they answered vaguely.

"To a deathclaw farm," Deacon said solemnly. "Where they hatch the little lizards and teach them how to be big, ferocious beasts."

"Deacon."

"Sorry. Just a rad chicken farm that's helped us out once or twice."

Shaun looked up at Deacon. "Are deathclaw farms real, dad?"

Deacon choked on his witty response and fell into a coughing fit. The sole survivor looked shocked too, but a smile came over their face and they slapped him on the back a few times until his lungs quieted down.

"Uh, eh-heh, no, buddy," Deacon answered, gripping the boy's hand a little more firmly. "But you know what they say: Be the change you want to see in the world. If you want to go all-in on deathclaw farming, I'm right there with you."

Desdemona: Every day after that, Desdemona expected to wake up and find the sole survivor and their son gone. She couldn't leave HQ now, what with the post-Institute clean-up filling all their safehouses and gumming up the usual escape routes, and PAM changing her mind every minute about what predictions were most likely. All of that combined with the general atmosphere of uncertainty around the Railroad's future - what does the Railroad do, when all of the synths that can be rescued have been rescued? - kept her to-do list full and her mind racing. In the past, her busy periods were an invitation for her unlikely partner to depart on their own adventures, check in with things around the Commonwealth that didn't immediately concern the Railroad, and she fully anticipated this from them now that they had a child to care for, too.

But Shaun and the sole survivor stayed. Deacon's finest recruit rolled up their sleeves and joined her at the war table, read her notes back to her and pointed out strategic opportunities, discrepancies, details she might have overlooked. Desdemona was surprised by how well they managed to mesh with her style of leadership. In the past, anyone who had tried to butt in on her planning usually wound up clashing with her, prioritizing in different ways or misunderstanding critical operations they just didn't know the ins and outs of. Somehow, the sole survivor avoided all of these pitfalls and slid right into the fray next to her.

Shaun was less helpful than his parent, prone to doodling on less-important papers and humming along with the songs on Diamond City Radio, but his quiet presence was company enough. While the sole survivor was still catching up on the sleep they'd lost burying the Institute, Shaun seemed content to remain at Desdemona's side late into the night, watching her work.

It was on one of these late evenings, after all of the agents except the night watch had gone to bed, that Shaun let out a yawn as wide as the Charles River and blinked sleepily up at the Railroad leader. "Mom, I'm tired."

Desdemona paused her dead drop status review and looked down at him with a surprised smile. "I've got to stay up, Shaun. This is important."

"But I'm tired."

"Okay." Desdemona put her pencil down and picked him up. He was heavy, but not so heavy that she wasn't able to carry him to the cots in the back and deposit him gently next to the sole survivor. The movement was enough to wake them, and they pulled the boy in close and wrapped him in some of their blanket. Desdemona tucked them in and went back to the glow of the lanterns with the sound of Shaun's words ringing in her ears.

Elder Arthur Maxson: The Squires on the Prydwen tried to adopt the new boy into their number, of course, but to the sole survivor's dismay, Shaun's odd remarks about "life on the surface" soon labeled him as an outcast. The boy turned even further inward, befriending an odd group of individuals: Scribe Haylen, Paladin Brandis, Senior Scribe Neriah, Emmett the cat. All of them were kind and patient with Shaun, but none of them were exactly peers.

"I don't suppose you could order the Squires to be nicer to him," the sole survivor remarked with a hint of bitterness during one of their visits to the Elder's quarters.

"Let him find his own way," Maxson replied kindly. "If I interfere, they will only resent him for it."

It felt harsher when he said it out loud, but the sole survivor respected his judgment. Still, Maxson couldn't help but recall his own difficult childhood spent searching for friendship, for anyone who might see him as a person instead of a future Elder. When he next had free time, he visited Proctor Quinlan's library of holotapes and came away with a stack of games and transcribed books.

Later that evening, the sole survivor walked into their quarters to find Maxson and Shaun on the bed with their Pip-Boy, Maxson cheering the boy on as he navigated his band of adventurers through a dungeon level in Grognak & the Ruby Ruins. "Go left," Maxson urged. "There's a treasure chest down that hallway."

"How do you know?" Shaun asked, screwing his mouth up in concentration as he input the commands.

"I've been playing this game since before you were alive. See, in the corner over there."

The sole survivor joined them on the bed. "Watch out for goblins."

"Oh, dad showed me how to fight them off already."

Maxson stiffened, and looked quickly over Shaun's head at the sole survivor. Their eyes widened meaningfully, and they tilted their head down toward their son. "Did he show you the goblin village yet?"

Shaun looked up at Maxson. "There's a goblin village?"

"There... there is." Maxson swallowed his misgivings for the moment and directed his attention back to the game. He put an arm around the boy and tilted the Pip-Boy so he could see a little better. "Let's get through this dungeon together first."

Nick Valentine: To Nick's surprise, Shaun warmed up to him fast. He wasn't put off by his missing parts, his glowing eyes or the occasional whirring noises that emanated from inside his chest cavity like most kids. In fact, he liked to press his ear up to Nick's shirt and listen, trying to figure out what the noise was. "It's like your heartbeat," he always said.

"What's it saying?" Nick would ask. Shaun would imitate whatever noise he was hearing, and they would both laugh.

"He grew up around synths," the sole survivor reminded Nick when they were alone. "Er... well, he's been around synths for as long as he's... you get my meaning."

Nick raised his cup of tea to them. "I do. I'm just so used to kids being wary. It's a nice change of pace. How's he doing in class?"

"Great in science and math, horrible at spelling. He could use some practice that isn't just me peering over his shoulder, you know how he hates doing schoolwork if he can't relate it to the real world. Is there any way you could...?"

Nick held up his metal hand. "You don't even need to ask. I'll get him to help Ellie take notes on some cases."

The sole survivor smiled. "How's Ellie's spelling?"

"Impeccable."

A few days later, the little family was ensconced in Nick's office with Ellie poring over a case that had come in from Vault 81 about a missing person. Ellie had given Shaun his own clipboard and pencil, and the pair were scribbling furiously while Nick went over everything that had been written in the letter from the vault's overseer, Gwen McNamara. "Says here that she might have gone to seek her fortune with one of the local caravans," Nick noted. "If she hitched a ride with one, she might have paid them to cover her tracks, but it'd still be worth paying a visit to Bunker Hill to see if they've seen her. Shaun, do you know how to spell 'investigate'?"

"I-N-V-E-S-T-A-G-A-T-E," Shaun answered confidently.

"It's 'I' after T, not 'A'," Ellie corrected him.

"Oh." Shaun deflated a bit. "Sorry, dad."

Ellie dropped her pencil and the sole survivor choked on the Nuka-Cola they were drinking. Nick lowered the letter, perplexed, but when he caught the shy look on Shaun's face, he couldn't contain a grin of pride. "It's okay, son," he said. "We'll keep practicing together, okay? We've got nothing but time."

Old Longfellow: "The island's no place for a child," Longfellow told the sole survivor when they first brought the boy to the docks of Far Harbor.

"You wanted one, once," they had retorted, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat and planting a kiss on his bearded face. "Were you planning to leave, once you'd had the baby?"

"That was different. Wasn't as bad then as it is now."

"Take us back to your cabin on your sand bar, old man. Shaun and I are survivors. And if it gets worse, we'll get on my boat and go back to the Commonwealth."

So Old Longfellow rowed them home to his shack under the pines, and he double- and triple-checked the fog condensers he'd bought off the scientists at Acadia. Shaun followed him around, taking in the little island's woods, beach, and craggy landscape with a pair of eyes wider than a mirelurk's shell. This relationship continued for well over a month: Daily excursions to check the traps and mechanical equipment that kept them all from dying, weekly trips into town to trade and stock up, and the occasional trudge down to the beach to see if anything interesting had washed up. Sometimes the sole survivor remained behind, skinning a radstag or shucking oysters, leaving the old man and the boy to their daily chores outside in the chilling sea breeze. On one of these occasions, Longfellow was making his way toward the wood pile he'd been stocking up and didn't realize that Shaun wasn't right behind him as usual. He might never have noticed, if he hadn't caught the quiet word on the wind at his back: "Dad."

Longfellow spun and found Shaun frozen, staring at the edge of the woods. Staring back was a radstag, glowing faintly from internal radiation, with only one head and pair of antlers.

It was a ways off, but Longfellow still moved to grab the boy and pull him out of harm's way. The movement startled the creature and it huffed before alighting into the trees, its tail flying a warning as it bounded off. Longfellow pulled Shaun close and sighed, trying to catch his breath again. "Stay close, boy."

"They all used to look like that," Shaun replied softly, watching the deer's retreat. "I never thought I'd see one without two."

"Rare as hen's teeth," Longfellow agreed. "Must be our lucky day."

X6-88: X6-88 knew that technically, his role with the director was a protection assignment, but excursions to the surface and a growing trust between them had blossomed into something else. He also knew that technically, Shaun was an assignment too, one that Father had bestowed upon the sole survivor just before his death. In the safety of their Institute quarters though, they could be something more to each other. They could talk about what it was to be a synth, to live apart from the world at large, and what within their little underground haven could be changed for the betterment of something beyond mankind.

He and the sole survivor were cautious at first to talk about these sorts of things around Shaun, but the synth boy soon proved bright enough to understand the dangers of self in this place, be they realization, expression, or actualization. "It's not fair," Shaun would say at dinner. "I want to become a scientist. I want to grow up. And I can't even talk about it anywhere else."

"We're working on it," the sole survivor always said. "Dr. Li and I have some ideas. You won't always be a child, Shaun."

X6 knew that they were doing their best, but they were hiding the fact that Dr. Li had pushed back on the project multiple times. She'd believed the synth child was a waste of time and effort from the beginning, and extending that effort would take more than just a few ideas from the sole survivor. He knew they would keep trying, but it would never be fast enough for a 10-year-old boy. And every step they took toward that goal would bring the scrutiny of the Directorate, some of whom were eager to find any reason to discredit the brand-new upstart that had passed them up to lead the Institute.

"We should leave," X6 suggested as he lay in bed next to the sole survivor after another night like this. "Before it's too late."

"We can't," they replied in a whisper. "They don't have the tech on the surface to help Shaun, and we have so much we could offer the rest of the world. If we leave, we'll never see this place again."

"It would be difficult, but we would be together."

"Just give me a little more time, X6. Please."

The Courser lay awake long after the director had gone to sleep, trying and failing to come up with a better plan. As such, he was still awake when Shaun stole into bed with them, rubbing tears from his face with his little hands. X6 settled the boy in between himself and the sole survivor and wiped the rest of the tears away with the sheet.

"I had a bad dream, dad," Shaun explained, sniffling. "I've been having them a lot."

X6 didn't have the heart to correct the child. "I know," he said instead. "I've been having them too. Dreams can't hurt you, Shaun. If they try, I'll protect you."

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 companions #fallout art #fo4 companions react #fallout 4 companions react #12 days of ficmas #love in the wasteland

[starfxkr]

Okay don't shoot me for these y'all! so I'm a go by character let's start with kie, I hate how the writers passed around like a fucking hot potato like give that lesbian a GOOD love story.

And I hate the rafe x kie ship, like when he apologized to her for trying to drown Sarah and not the fact that he CHOKED kie as well, like why as a community do we over look that.

The jj x kie ship feels kinda forced but it's not the worse.

JJ should be ina poly relationship with Cleo and pope, I personally don't like jj nothing personal he just is spontaneous and it overwhelms me.

FUCK THAT NIGGA RAFE, like I GENUINELY hate his character like he practically HATE CRIMED pope and went back to his colonizers roots and stole technically popes gold and popes cross.

I don't truly blame topper for burning down the chateau like he crashed out, but he was also dumb ASF for thinking Sarah was gone keep her word. She used you as a place holder whenever john bad her irritated lik why are we shocked.

Kelce is such a useless character, like I genuinely need them to do more with his character like he is so boring.

The heyward's and kie's mom are the best parents, kie's mom is just trying to look out for her only daughter but her dad can eat dot shit.

John b is underrated in his own show because of them blonde folk and it makes me sad.

Cleo came into the show and made and impact like she truly is the best character

I used to hate Sarah but she's ight.

I think that's all but I am a #proudrafehater -🍓

okay lets break it down lets break it down

AGREE i feel like kies character is wasted trying to be a love interest like shes truly at her best when she's just vibing...give her a girlfriend...they also make her annoyingly self righteous and that shit where she screamed murderer at ward during the stakeout....whatever.

riara im ambivalent towards but i think its says a lot that that little handful of interactions between them got ppl more revved up than the jiara moment

i hate tht ship so bad....fan service at its worst u can tell those two don't fw each other no more

i think like the jj pope cleo relationship thing is sooo interesting bc like...u can tell the actors like jjpope, they're the closest of all the pogues (jj and john bs relationship exists outside that realm tbh they're just brothers) and we constantly see them together without everyone else like they shoulda let it happen. also think its interesting that cleo was supposed to be with jj and u can see the remnants of that but then jiara happened so we got popecleo and i love them sm everyones so weird about them. i want the best of both worlds put all 3 together

i do really hate rafe yall like...i love writing him honestly and hes sooo good for fics but like show rafe....hell burn burn burn put him in the saw trap

topper really makes me wanna take his head off but it sucks because hes sooooooo funny like i actually like him from a writing standpoint shit just be happening to him and burning the chateau was the only time he uno reversed on the universe gotta respect him for that one

kelce is there

we loveeeee bobby heyward in this house im not playin hes my fav parent and i love how we can see that even though he talks shit about the pogues he truly does care for them like those are his sons friends and they'll always have a place with the haywards like....the banter between them is truly indicative of how much he cares he may say he doesnt like them and call em bastards but he does!!! also i have a lot of empathy for anna tbh like u can tell her behavior is born of worry and the fear of kie making the same mistakes she did but shes going through that mother feeling of realizing your daughter has to go through it to come out

john b deserves more like hes such a fucking joy to watch and he's literally so 70s/80s leading man coded and im glad the girls are coming around more john b what the fuck.

cleos the real star..people again so weird abt her and always leaving her out and use the excuse that shes "barely been there" shes been around since season 2 what do you mean. she's been helping out john b and sarah from the jump.

im a sarah cameron apologist yall could never make me hate her. she's just constantly in pain...save her

#✨.txt #🍓 anon

[johanna-swann]

Okay, so here is how Buddie can still win without us throwing Marisol or Natalia under the bus and without them being just meaningless props:

Buck and Natalia date for a while (I'm thinking at least 5 to 6 months) and they take it relatively slow with the big steps like their first "I love you" and meeting the family and stuff like that. No rushing in, no moving to fast. They're really happy together.

Eventually they start talking about living together but can't really decide where that is supposed to be. Buck is all for abandoning the loft (fuck that loft), but Natalia's appartement isn't really that big either. They discuss looking for a new place together and Buck throws the idea of children into the room. He's just trying to be practical because moving is exhausting, especially in LA, and do they really wanna do that again in a couple of years?

And that's what eventually breaks the deal. Because Natalia can handle the dangers of the job (death is her job after all), she loves Buck's eccentricities, she loves his found family and they fit together really well. But she doesn't want children of her own. And that's not really a negotiable topic for Buck. Holding Kameron's baby in his arms really showed him how much he wants to be a dad. So they decide that even though they work as a couple and they're both rather heartbroken about this, they need different things for the future.

Eddie and Marisol have a really good relationship too. He thought she was kinda cool the first time they met and she just gets what makes him tick. He may not be in love yet, but he definitely has a crush on her. It's not like the thing with Ana. He was with Ana because he felt like that's what he was supposed to be doing, but he chose Marisol because he wanted to.

Everything is going great until one day over dinner Marisol says "I love you" and he can't say it back. Sure, he likes her. A lot. But love? She says it's okay if he's not there yet, she just wanted him to know. But as the weeks go by Eddie feels more and more uncomfortable with the situation. It's been months, why won't the big feelings just settle in? Where's the feeling of "I want more of this, I want to live with you, I want to marry you one day"?

Because in general, that is what Eddie wants. A life partner who he can share everything with. And he really likes Marisol. Why won't those two things just fit together? Marisol is a great person and patient, but at some point she notices Eddie's discomfort and sits him down to talk things over. Eddie answers her questions honestly because how else are they supposed to work things out?

At the end of the night she breaks up with him. She doesn't think that Eddie will just magically wake up one day and be madly in love with her and silently Eddie agrees. He's sad to see Marisol go and doesn't want to lose her. But it's not fair to her to keep her waiting for something that's just not gonna happen.

So coincidentally, Buck and Eddie end up single again roughly around the same time. Again. Neither goes back to dating. Eddie because if the past has shown him anything, it's that he can't force a relationship with a random stranger. Buck because he's scared of getting his hopes up again for something that the other person can't give. They just stay single and start spending more time with each other (and Christopher) again. They talk about their hopes and fears about dating and love. It just grows naturally from there.

And - magically or not - one day Eddie wakes up to the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen and the smell of fresh pancakes in the air and he steps into the room, eyes finding Buck and Chris next to each other sporting twin grins, and he's in love. Maybe the realisation should scare him, but it doesn't. It just feels normal. The sky is blue, the earth is round and Eddie Diaz is in love with his best friend.

He tells Buck later that day. It's a quiet moment, Christopher's working on a school project in his room, Eddie's washing the dishes, Buck dries. "I love you", he says calmly. There's no expectation behind it, no big speech following the statement. Buck looks at him. Surprised at first, a small smile beginning to light up his entire face. "Of course", he whispers, as if he should've known all along. "I love you too."

#buddie #911 fox #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #long post

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Okay so since I read Manhwa's or however you spell it I can't help but think of that setting for the YV boys. Think of all of these as AU's bc I have too much brain space to day dream.

Like the trope of the cold Duke of the north bc I'm a slut for that

For our Cold Duke

Rook is the child of some type of noble but was promised to the crown prince bc they were child hood friends. But the crown prince is shitty bc why not?

So since the crown prince is being a dick they go to the cold Duke of the north bc he's the only person they trust to protect them from rumors and scandals.

They obviously make a deal with auron since no one trusts or likes him they give him information of things the crown prince is trying to do to him that they overhead. Auron uses this to his advantage and marries them.

Think my in laws are obsessed with me for this story. Bc everyone at Aurons mansion ends up loving Rook bc they try their best for them and its amazing. Rook fixes up the mansion to be more lively and even helps Auron around with political things bc that's the reason why the crown prince kept Rook.

But the crown prince tries to 'win' them back. Dosent work it gets him punched by Auron bc the Prince insults Rook and grabs them roughly. Auron also knows everything he did to Rook and had been waiting to fuck his shit up.

Faust comes to check up on Rook since that's his in law they're awesome how dare thus lowlife hurt them. Rook for some fucking reason dosen't see how Auron loves them and Faust smacks their head basically and says dude he's obsessed with you?!

In the contract they did it said don't fall in love. And we all saw how that turned out. So Rook rushs to him and asked for a divorce Auron shocked says why? And Rook confessed their feeling and Aurons does too and it's all Mushy then Faust says told you. He gets yelled to get out and the new couple plan their own personal wedding.

For the bittersweet boys:

But also like a isekai one where it's Boo helping their otp Seth and Al get back together and fix their relationship. Take it how you will if both boys break it off peacefully and you get with one of them or it's a poly thing bc slay either way.

All three of then can be noble or commoner bc why not? So in the og story Seth and Al have a fall out but Boo is devastated by that bc it shows why both sides why they did what they did to eachother. There was a character the one boo ended up being was Al's partner Seth kills bc he wants Al back it was suppose to be a tragedy story about a man lost in love.

So bc of tropes Boo got hit by Truck Kun and wakes up younger think like....late teens? Where everything of Seth's dad started talking shit. Boo tries to act normal but both boys kinda see through it but not really? Boo who's parents are food people starts talking about how Seth's dad is a dickwad and wants him safe.

Seth goes between both houses to not make him go off to the traveling thieves that Jessie go's with since Boo's parents own a bakery he worked there since you get and Al's parents also help Seth out.

One day at the tavern Boo goes to it and smacks the shit out of Seth's dad and tells him off throwing out all the dirty laundry they know of him. All the people there know Boo is a good kids bc of their parents and start to question why Seth's dad did all of that. Boo then looks him in the eyes "If you every try and say some shit about MY boys I'll take your fucking teeth you pig!" And stalks out of the tavern to be with their boys.

Boo is on the sidelines helping their relationship bloom healthily as they get older. Seth's dad works on himself and Al's parents DO died but naturally. It was sad but both boo and Seth were there.

When all three got to adulthood the boys wanted to leave the town for the big city and asked boo if they wanted to come. They do and both Boo and Al run a shop together while Seth helps work unloading products and shipping. Slowly the boys either come to realization they don't want to be together tor want Boo to be with them too since Seth scares away the admirers that Boo had and Al throws away the presents bc that's their friend no one is good enough for them!

The ending can be taken as whatever everyone wants.

For our pizza rat

Casper is the villainous for a story and just dosen't want to die bc that happened so much. They also fall for a particular servant boy who grew up as their play pall when they were younger. Charlie's parents could have been servant's for Casper's and became friends but sadly Casper's parents couldn't keep them since they had to marry Casper off to get money.

Casper not loving the Duke they were married off too. For drama it's Auron. But Auron is in love with a maid and to fix this Casper demands a divorce and Auron is happy to do so. So Casper gets money and is trying to win Charlie back but miss compunction bc Charlie thinks he's not good enough for them bc they were married to a Duke and was a Dutchess. But Rook helps Charlie to see hello you dumb blond they love you.

It works out bc Casper runs to Charlie at an event and kisses him saying they were always in love with him. Auron takes this as a chance to show everyone that both of then weren't happy in the relationship and are in love with different people. So it's all good. They have a happy time bc Casper and Charlie now work for Auron and Rook since Casper can help Rook with their duties of marring Auron.

Can you tell I read too much or Manwha's?

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #reds daydreams #red writes

[kennyomegasweave]

I started and got caught up on Playboyy. I'm having such a good time with most of this show. Is it the best? Absolutely not. Am I still having a good ass time? Hell yeah. I value entertainment over ~quality~ and I am Very Very Entertained. I'm having a blast with all but two of the couples and really only don't care about 1 dude fully. So that's exciting to me.

These were my thoughts while watching episodes 1-6.

I'm only 20 minutes into the show but why do they want Zouey to get laid so badly? The boy does not seem to be into it and it's really not a good look for them so far. Just let him jerk off. That's not a bad thing y'all.

Dude is Zouey jerking off in class? What is going on here. There's like only three people in this class??? Is this why his friends want him to get laid cause this is like. Bro you can't be so horny you're jerking off in your art class.

NOT GETTING A FOOD DELIVERY NOTIFICATION WHILE TRYING TO GET A NUT. Been there girl, been there. Oh this "pizza man" is fine too. Listen. I've personally never blown my pizza delivery man but, you know, I support this blond one in his journeys.

NOT FIRST TALKING TO HIS DAD WHILE HE'S WATCHING HIS OWN SEX TAPE WITH HIS HOOKUP RIGHT THERE. MY DUDE. AT LEAST MUTE THE VIDEO???

Why is this slightly villainous music playing over this young man's entrance? OH MY SHIT. He really just said "you wouldn't get me being sad about my dead mom cause you don't have one." Is he actually any of their friends cause that is FOUL to say to your friend. Oh well he's the Evil Twin of Nant. Alright. That makes sense. I'm here for that. Explains that foul ass sentence. lol

Oh did he just take one of his rings? Or was that his ring? I'm looking at EVERYONE with suspicion in this show right now. Except First. I don't know why but he doesn't give me shady at all. And possibly Zouey. His reaction to "Nant" was very weird but I appreciate him not being into being touched even though he's horny. Because same.

These Japanese porn voiceovers. Serving hentai realness. I think I can vibe with this. Like it's very much a mood. I'm not sure what mood, but it's a mood.

OH MY GOD. SEE ALL MEN DO IS LIE. I knew Soong stole that ring! And now Zouey's hookup is like "I just wanna fuck a virgin." Oh I hope all these men get dick rot.

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WIT. I don't know what his name is here but he was Wit on The Sign so it's good to see him! He's cute.

"They didn't build this body to fuck granddads and sluts." That was the greatest line I've ever heard. I want that on my tombstone.

Nont is bombing at this with Zouey and First. Babe you're gonna have to tell them who you are. Cause it's been two days and it's not working. You're not nailing Nant at all and I don't even know Nant.

Zouey it's RICH of you, wealthy even, to tell First he can't have a relationship if it started out with sex. Mr "if sex and love go hand in hand, I'm willing to try." When both of y'all are getting played. The call is coming from inside the house.

Not First fucking Soong on the railing on the stairwell in his daddy's house. My god. We do so love a baby slut.

So does Soong just wanna steal? Cause he's like I'm scamming a rich kid but baby he wants to be your sugar daddy. Don't fuck up that with stealing when he's freely offering it??? That's just dumb.

Is this man serious? After two weeks he's like "first I just wanted his virginity but now I'm starting to like him." ALL MEN DO IS PLAY GAMES.

Yes at the body painting! Giving me J'ai Tue Ma Mère realness except they're not fucking in this scene, but still giving me that same vibe.

Did Jump really get manhandled by Porsche one time and now he's just jerking off at work moaning his name? Baby.

Nont is such a bitch. "This guy looks poor, how could he transfer money to Nant?" I think I love him.

Not Mirror!Nant in Nont's head being like "just pretend to be me, you'll grow to like BDSM too." SIR. But then not two seconds later he's getting spanked and is like "oh okay, you do like this." I guess Mirror!Nant in Nont's head knew him after all.

Not this man just laying down on the bedroom floor, hardwood at that, for the aesthetics of it all. I already love Nont. So much.

Porsche is so so aggressive but you know what? It seems like Jump likes it so I mean? If he likes it, I love it.

First's dad is a doctor and he was roleplaying as a doctor? Oh. That's like several layers of shit that maybe he should go to therapy for. My beautiful little baby.

WHAT. DID MY BABY JUST GET KIDNAPPED BY SOONG.

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I should have known these freaks (affectionate) would be into CNC. I love it for them.

Soong really is out here resisting being a sugar baby. First wants to give you things, but you're stealing, he wants to extort his dad for money, but you said no. Babe. Babes.

Oh is this dude smelling underwear too? Cause that's what Captain's into right? Well there's a lid for every pot!

Okay. So. I like Soong and First, and the actor playing Soong is really hot but he's either not a good actor or he's really not into First and I don't know which it is. Cause these expressions he has when they're banging aren't giving into it. Or well that's why. He's not into it. Baby is tired from working and then First wants to bone and just wants to apparently chill with First. Aww.

Why did Soong just see Nant??? What the fuck is going on.

Listen. I like Zouey and I guess Nont could be nicer, but if someone doesn't want to talk and you keep pushing and physically get in their space, you earned that hit. Read the room baby.

Okay Zouey you're just an asshole. "I won't say I told you so but I did." Meanwhile your man is also playing you and a sex worker, so most likely hooking up with other dudes too.

I knew Keen and Captain were fucking before that locker room scene! You can't drop a line about a dude liking to smell underwear than have another dude smell the first dude's underwear he took from his locker and not had them banging before. And that was after being like "fill this shot glass with cum" and being like DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. And both those things were in front of people. Keen please.

Is Zouey gonna safe word out? Cause he said stop but didn't safe word. Teena just upset me there. "Just the tip" and "if we're gonna date we have to have sex." He has a point about Zouey not using the safe word, but dude it's his very first time ever. He's not gonna remember safe words. Zouey, I love you and he's right. Teena said they didn't need to have sex to be a couple but now he's like we can't be a couple if we're not having sex. And I get them both here cause Teena clearly likes sex and Zouey clearly doesn't want to have it yet, so that's a big issue in a relationship.

Oh damn. First, you're my baby, but it wasn’t nice to call Soong a leech because, quite frankly, with the exception of stealing your ring, he's not leeching off you. OMG DID HE JUST COME HOME AND THINK FIRST WAS STILL GONNA BE THERE DID HE REALLY THINK THEY JUST HAD A COUPLE FIGHT AND WOULD MAKE UP. Oh my GOD.

OH MY GOD. Captain showed the team the tape with Keen. What a complete asshole move. But also. Babe. Did you really think showing them a clip of Keen fucking a dude, you being the dude, would just make them think it was only him who was gay? You dumb bitch. lol

They DO NOT actually believe Zouey is a girl cause he has a wig on? I cannot. Also. Captain. You have the AUDACITY to text Keen after the stunt you pulled??? If men have nothing, they'll still have the audacity. And Puen I mean, thanks for riding in for Captain's imaginary girlfriend, we love a man who respects women, but you didn't give a shit when he recorded Keen and showed everyone.

Keen and Soong do not want to be jerking each other off. Neither of these men are touching the dicks they actually want to be touching.

"Don't fall in love with a client. But I don't know if I think of him as a client." And then there's Teena just looking devastated too. Both of you went and caught feelings for your marks.

Side note. I'm crying at them working out in their underwear.

Oh my gosh. Soong's face when First texted him. The man is down bad. OH MY GOD. Can this tattooed man shut the fuck up. He doesn't even know this situation. My god. How can you see, someone you call, a friend's face when he got a text from a boy and say all that shit. I don't care how nice your titties are. Just cause you're a bitter jaded hag doesn't mean everyone needs to be.

And now First is crying on Soong's chest and Soong is trying hard not to cry himself and everything is dicks. Hope you're proud of yourself TATTOOED MAN.

BEAT HIS ASS ZOUEY. BEAT. BOTH. OF. THEIR. ASSES. I wish we had seen the fight. Because I personally needed to see Nont get punched in the face. I mean, technically he's just trying to see what happened to his brother. But he still was macking on Zouey's kinda man and like nah. We don't do that. I needed to see that punch.

Captain. You don't need to be here. With your trifling ass selling people's sex tapes and shit. lol

Oh yay. I'm glad Porsche and Jump are still here being nasty. I missed them.

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I mean, okay. Like. None of what Nant went through is the friends fault though? Asking your friends for 100k is A LOT. Like ethically Captain selling his videos was shitty, but Nant didn't have to make them. And I don't even register Porsche threatening to kick him out for banging his brother cause you don't bang your homie's brother. Like. That's bro code!

And I won't even touch the "they got him addicted to drugs" cause no. No one can do that. You can give people free drugs but they're the ones who initially decided to take them, for whatever reason. And I'm an addict so I'm not judging or anything. Just saying.

Captain is just a whole mess. "Have you never done anything illegal?" Baby most people are not out here committing crimes. lol

I'm sorry it takes me out how so many of these shows ask questions like "are you mixed" and shit. Like. Okay. Now we're getting into some complex ethnic situations I don't know about in countries I’m not from but it just always makes me pause.

LEAVE MY MAN ALONE. He is not responsible for Nant using drugs, Nont. Nant took them himself. You need to accept that. Also, the person in the dog mask was shirtless, right? Can't First tell that wasn't Soong in the video cause his tattoo wasn't there.

Soong wanting to kill Nant for taking all his drugs is the most addict ass behavior ever and I'm sad but here for it cause that rarely gets portrayed. Because yeah, it do be that serious when someone blows your stash.

Nont's trying to find his brother, with the others offering suggestions of various levels of helpful, and First is just crying over Soong. I get it though. I'd cry over that man too.

I appreciate Jump weighing the options of Porsche sending him to jail or continuing to only fuck Porsche and going "fuck it, I'll risk jail." You really bobbled that one Porsche cause he seemed into it at first.

Okay I didn't really care about Nuth and Phop, but with one sex scene and the scene after, they got me. Yes that necklace is Nant's and Nuth probably killed him, but he could have given it to Phop and possibly set him up to be framed and he was like NO instead. So I do think he has feelings for Phop. I just don't think that's gonna go well for Phop in the end.

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NOT FIGGING GETTING MENTIONED.

What is the status of Captain and Keen's relationship? I don't understand it. It makes no sense. Compels me though.

Like I'm sorry I just don't care about Aob and his storyline. Maybe I will, but so far as he has going for him are his tattoos and dope ass titties and you know what? I have those too so those just aren't enough for me. 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

I also still don't care about Prom and Nont. Like. I love Nont and I love him trying to find his brother, but I just don't think everyone needs to be bae'd up in this show. There's too many cooks in the kitchen okay. There's too many carrots in this stew!

Not First brandishing a knife at all the couples and Soong just walking in like babe put that knife down, you're embarrassing yourself.

Speaking of embarrassing yourself, Keen just embarrassed his whole lineage with that question fully targeted at Captain. I love him.

Nont! You went right to asking about fucking in masks. NOT PROM JUST LOOKING RIGHT AT JUMP FOR THAT ANSWER. See I don't trust Prom and that is why I do not vibe with him and Nont. I don't think he had anything to do with Nant’s disappearance, but I still don't trust him.

Keen is down so bad for Captain and it's very embarrassing. Like. My dude. He doesn't seem to want to claim you. You might just need to let him go baby. It’ll either get you claimed like you want or at least make you free to start the healing process and moving on.

This crack ass idea of playing drinking games to do their investigatory journalism. I cannot.

Why do they keep having Soong and First speaking in English? I love them flexing those bilingual skills but is there a backstory to this? Or are they just like "fuck it, we have two bilingual actors, let's do it."

Aww they're just talking about First. Soong really is into him. It's been six episodes and I'm so messed up over them. 😭😭😭

I mean...it's not gaslighting? Soong has long since stopped thinking of First as a mark. It's not his fault Aob ran his fucking mouth about shit he didn't know anything about.

THANK YOU SOONG for telling Zouey Teena only wanted him cause he was a virgin. Zouey's out here throwing a lot of stones and talking shit like his man also wasn't being shady as hell. I don't think that's gonna go anywhere, but I'm glad it got brought up.

I just realized that they're playing 7 Minutes In Heaven with Porsche and Prom and like, they're brothers? And aren't they the last two to be picked? That’s gonna be awkward. Plus it's not like Porsche can fuck answers out of Prom. Cause that's his brother.

I appreciate that Captain was the one they picked to get the answers out of Keen cause it could have been Nont. But I like to believe that wasn't even considered cause that’s Captain’s man even if he won't fully claim him.

Oh so wait Porsche and Prom aren't actual brothers? They're just under the same sugar daddy? But Prom isn't even fucking their sugar daddy? And is only protected cause he's Porsche's brother? But they're not actual brothers? Then what kind of brothers are they? Just what the fuck is going on here. I am so confused by these two and their relationship. But I am intrigued.

...so Nuth just killed Phop? Oh, no, he didn't. Sis is just CRAZY CRAZY. Oh so he did kill Nant? But he doesn't want to actually kill Phop? He chose to jerk off with a camboy instead of killing Phop. That's gotta count for something? It's progress!

NUTH. Your account is literally your name. Babes. Even if you didn't kill his twin brother, your username is your name. I would say he's not the smartest but he's also just crazy so that probably factors into it. He'e struggling with his grasp on reality right now so that probably explains so much.

Oh Phop. Baby. You gotta get out of there. Phop. He's killed at least one person, most likely. Phop. He fantasized about killing you. Phop. He just jerked off with the twin of the brother he probably killed and put his apartment number in the frame. PHOP.

See. They actually have the best vibes to their sex scenes to me and I just don't see this ending well. At all. And I'm already sad.

#playboyy #playboyy the series #I don't care about Nont&Prom's relationship #and I don't care about Aob so I don't care about his relationship with Puen either #but everything else is fun for me #regular clyde

[papa-evershed]

What are your favourite gifs from recent interviews and acting jobs? :)

Anon, I don't know if you realize what you have unleashed by asking this question. How much time have you got? Pull up a chair. 🪑 Okay, but seriously, what are we considering recent? 🤔 Fuck it, I'm gonna say anything from the last season of Fate, AB, and DA2. Which would include any press/interviews in that time, sounds legit enough to me.

Like always, under a read more for length and this time take that warning seriously. Also, this took a turn for the thirst so no one come clutching their pearls at me, thanks.

Most importantly, and most recently as luck would have it, would be the Act On This he just did with Ross. Y'all are probably tired of seeing my gifs from this by now but I'm not. Seriously, from a completely shallow POV, this man is fucking stunning. Who the fuck does he think he is? A beautiful bastard, that's who.

Profile? The grey? The NOSE?

And this one? Just fuck right off. He'll be hearing from my lawyers, I'm going to sue for thirst and suffering.

Okay and one more from this because I have zero self control.

Moving onto Ackley Bridge, we've got this one. The plaid? The belly? The jeans? Mr. Evershed be lookin' like such a Dad™, he needs to go mow a lawn and then be rewarded with a beer and a blowjob.

Speaking of dads, I love me a sad-tired-dad walk.

If I ever stop mentioning the tracksuit, assume that I'm dead. He looks fuzzy and cozy and just...a wild Mr. Evershed in his natural habitat. Also, thick thighs save lives.

Now truthfully, I'm not wild about the look in DA2 or Fate S2. Whoever decided to dye his hair should lose their job. I really don't care if whatever God they believe came straight from the sky and instructed them to do it, the reason still isn't valid enough for me, sorry. But these are a few of my favorite shots from both:

Back to press/interviews, can't forget the Act On This from 2022. Why do men never wear their glasses enough? And a plain black tee? 👀 And his laugh/smiles 🥺

And while the hosts in this interview had a room temperature IQ, he looked good af. I love the salt and pepper, his eyes were popping, the stubble was perfect. (*Also, shout out to him for enduring that, seriously. The moment his Thomas joke fell flat I think he realized the depths of idiocy he was dealing with it and the train just understandably continued to derail.)

DA2 press also provided these, which I've recently used in other gifsets but they're so nice we can look at them twice.

Okay, and one more from this interview because I'm pathetic but at least I'm aware.

Alexa, play Simply The Best. RIP Tina. 🙏

[crows-home]

Kotetsu's a bad dad, but also a good dad. He loves his daughter so much. But he's neglectful. He always thinks about Kaede, but he doesn't really know her. Here are some things I've been thinking about that, because holy shit.

Fuck I have so many thoughts about Kotetsu. He's a good person, he's a good hero, he tries his best always. Even if he's embarrassing or is a liability, he's always willing to go. Willing to put himself or his pride at risk for the sake of what's right.

But he's not a good father. Always gone, so focused on his work, that he never sees his daughter. And sure, he loves her a lot. She's his whole world and the reason he pushes himself. But that doesn't negate the fact that Kaede never had a father that was present as she grew up. And all his attempts at connection- his words, his gifts- they all feel so... surface level? "Ill give her a hair pin :) a teddy bear :) my little itty bitty baby girl"

No, buddy. Your daughter grew up. She's not four anymore. You need to communicate with her, learn her interests, and support her. Not just give her presents and empty promises. Not just talk down to her. And I know it's not all his fault. Single father, widow, the fate of so many people on his shoulder on the regular. He's not perfect, has no idea what he's doing, and just desperately wants his daughter to like him. To be proud of him.

But he was the younger sibling, probably didnt have much experience with kids younger than himself. I've seen it before. He's a parent that just wants to be Good Enough. Doesn't want to make the wrong move, and in doing so, is too loose with his parenting. Not confident.

But god, he's his daughter's biggest cheerleader, even on the side.

All Kaede had was her grandmother, who she could lose at any minute, and a dad that would always choose his work over her. She didn't know her dad was a hero, so that's all she saw. It's so much anxiety for a kid, and it makes me sad to think about.

WHICH IS WHY I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN THEY TOUCHED ON IT IN SEASON 2!!! like, Kaede actually calls him out on it!!

"Just neglect me like always. It's all you're good for!"

Fuck, hearing her say that made me flinch. It's true, and he knows it. But by season 2, it feels like Kotetsu's more... mature? I think part of it is Kaede knowing that he's a hero now, so she's not always hurt when he says he has to leave her for a "work emergency." And part of it is knowing that she's growing, she's not a baby, she can handle herself.

It's a hard transition, realizing this kid who used to depend on you to feed them, keep them clean, keep them safe, doesnt need that anymore. Suddenly they're doing things on their own, they dont need constant supervision, and you have to let go and realize that they can keep themself safe. But it's a weight off his shoulders, I think. That realization.

My daughter will be okay. I'm here for her now, if she needs me, but i cant protect her from every little thing, and maybe i dont need to.

its just. he's not perfect. i dont think he was a very good father at all, in the beginning. and Kaede is absolutely allowed to resent him for that. She needed him there, and he wasn't. She's allowed to feel abandoned and alone, even if she knows her father was off saving the world or whatever. it obviously still bugs her, and i'm so glad that was included. Instead of just keeping her as the two dimensional "yay my dad is so cool now that i know he's Wild Tiger! Everything is fine with me now :3"

But they'll both just have to live with it and grow with each other. Kotetsu is becoming a better parent, as best as he can, along with all the other worries he has. Kaede deserved a better father growing up, deserves it still, but is becoming a confident young woman, still navigating through it all.

i dont know how to end this. it just really hit me to see a family dynamic like this. i love it so much, would love to explore this more one day.

#pobre payasito #tiger and bunny #kotetsu t. kaburagi #kaede kaburagi #this ended up being a lot more about parenting than i thought it would be oops #im sorry but also no im not. family feels will always get me

[bizlybebo]

Tide and Mark Winters

They're just two dads doing what they think is best for their kids

THEYRE. JUST. TWO. DADS. DOING. WHAT. THEY. THINK. IS. BEST. FOR. THEIR. KIDS. AUAUGUGUGUGGUGHHUGKRJKIELJKTNQKWIGKHY4IWORJGHBTJIQUTGKWIOEJGKRWHIOPGELKJEG

hold on i have an unfinished rant about dakota and mark from earlier that i decided to throw in the drafts cause i sound like a broken record in it. their rivalry means so much to me though.

i genuinely don’t think i’ll ever be okay again about dakota and mark actually.

you take these two people who are both immovable forces, and they’re on the opposite side of practically everything. young hero-in-training and an old weathered villain. rambunctious kid who makes mistakes and a father who’s just doing his best.

and they fucking hate each other.

dakota’s not a very hateful person. yeah, he can resent people’s actions, but he’s only truly hated very few people or things; that which can be classified as nearly 100% certain evil. something without a chance of redemption or rehabilitation. he had an entire character arc about facing his morals and learning to look past his kneejerk reaction of anger and vengeance.

but he hates mark.

they’re two people who absolutely cannot stand each other but they have one common goal, one thread that unites them: ashe.

they love ashe in different ways. mark is a father, and dakota is a best friend. they both know ashe so well and would do anything to save her.

mark just has different methods.

mark’s never known justice like dakota has. he’s never had the luxury of a hero training program. no matter what, the law will see him as what he is: a villain.

all mark cares about is bringing his kid back home, safe and alive. even if ashe hates him. even if ashe can never look him in the eye again. he just wants his kid back.

he’d kill, and has killed, for his child.

mark knows that he’s seen as an irredeemable monster, so he leans into it. used that as a shield.

despite this, though, there’s something.

a faint glimmer, a spark of hope.

dakota cannot stand mark. he thinks he’s cruel and immature and incapable of listening to anybody else, incapable of getting out of his own damn head.

but dakota still thinks mark can change.

i’ve talked about this specific thing before, but it still just. hits me so hard. i cant not talk about it.

dakota, who knows grief and guilt like no other, who went years knowing his heart was ticking on borrowed time, still thinks that mark can change.

he’s optimistic to a fault. he wants mark to turn over a new leaf, maybe with a new alias like soundwave instead of wavelength.

and mark still. tries. to kill him.

he couldn’t have known that dakota would be incorporeal. he couldn’t have predicted the bullets blazing right through his body and colliding with nothing.

dakota fights back with everything he has. a whole year of inaction and anger and regret that built up in his heart, and he’s finally got a place to direct it.

thats where i got too sad and had to finish the rant but oh my god. do you think that after everything mark would still do the Dad Thing when dakota falls asleep on the couch next to ashe and drape a blanket over the two of them. grrrrrrgrgrgrg they make me go feral

#vixen rambles #vixen answers #you dont need to read the rant btw; just another case of me using this as an excuse to ramble about jrwi pd cause GOD

[phantomraeken]

Okay to awnser @elisastales question!

1) I don't think it's rude but I'm very open about my IED struggles!

2) For the broad question:

I think Liam's anger is definitely accurate, especially the way it acts with his werewolf side. I personally have a bunch of disorders on top of my IED so my experience with the aftermath may be a LOT different. But im often exhausted, over stimulated, and just sad after having a rage attack. So I think the aftermaths could have been built on a lot more but aside from that I see no other issues.

Okay, I lied. When Stiles made the comment of "You're an IED?" He probably should have gotten more defensive. Any time someone comments on my anger I get defensive and pissed off, I've talked to another person with IED and he said he gets defensive about it also! It's not the most enjoyable thing to get told.

On that note, he'd probably also get mad at Brett's comments, even if subtle, on his anger. I also HC Brett to have IED and of course he'd make jokes on it and they'd have that mutual understanding. But for me even if we both share the problem I don't want comments / jokes made on it.

Another thing is a lot, and I mean a lot, of people with IED pick up on others anger, even before that person can. I've been sitting around another friend and she was mad due to exhaustion but couldn't fully feel her anger due to all her emotions being a fucking mess. I picked up on it and just got angry at the smallest things. At first most can't even tell what their angry at. Just that they're angry.

Overall I think they dulled Liam's anger down due to it being directed at people who don't know what it is. And at the time what Teen Wolf was being aired on.

3) as for how other characters reacted.

Iirc a lot of them tried to defend his actions with the fact that he has IED, that is a gross thing, don't do it. Defending your actions with a mental disorder you have is not okay. I think they used it as a barrier.

Theo also used his IED as a way to use him. Make him angry and he'll fight / kill anything in his track which is also gross, don't do that either. As someone who has had someone use my anger to defend them its also a horrible feeling once you realize and you feel like a monster.

To add to above, a lot of people with IED feel that they are a monster cause they can't control their anger. Fun fact for the people who don't know; IED is also a type of bomb so a lot of pwople who haven't studied / don't know what it is associate people with that. So it makes us feel like were destructive.

Tangent aside, I think Scott tried his best to tell Liam that this disorder didn't effect the way he looked at him, at all. A lot of the characters followed what Scott said, even if they were off put by this opinion. They all tried their best to understand him even if it was a confusing and painful, both physically from his anger assaults and breakdowns and mentally due to the way he took it out on others, not knowing a healthier coping mechanism, ride.

I feel if Liam had met Jackson and Erica he'd probably have a much better time with hid anger. Erica would reassure him that he's not a monster and his anger is truly a gift. Even if he doesn't think so. Jackson because he found healthy ways to control and let his anger out when we put the unhealthy ones aside. He really just needed people who understood what he was going through and how to help him.

I also feel Deaton could have helped him with his anger cause of how he's helped every other werewolf through something. He's like everyone's dad and Liam really needed that from someone aside from Scott, a teenager who was still new to the whole alpha thing.

I think the whole thing with anchors helped a lot after he learned what his was and how to use it to hold his anger in a much better place. I personally have one kinda?? mine is mainly a way to ground myself. Mine is my family, partners, friends, and my cat! Mainly my step brother, Kent.

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I hope this helped everyone who needed a moee in depth opinion on IED representation in Liam.

(I didn't spell check so please be forgiving)

#teen wolf #liam dunbar

[hsmtmts-arrows]

that one time the apollo cabin and the hephaestus cabin teamed up and so ashlyn and maddox casually do each other's armour and everyone around them are just being their homophobic dogs.

ash does not care at all. this is her GIRLFRIEND and so she'll just lean forwards, wrap her hands around her waist to grab one of the straps on there and then just tuck her head into maddox's neck. she can feel maddie's faint hum of amusement along her nose and it sends an electric tingle down her spine.

"you know i can do this part myself, right?" maddox asks, and even from behind, she can hear the smile in her voice.

"i know." her voice comes out muffled. "but it's funner this way."

"more fun, you mean?"

"that's the spirit."

maddox laughs this time. they sway slightly. they're dancing. the stares are nonexistent to ash. they're the only ones here now.

that is, until—

"hey, lovebirds!" EJ cuts through the silence irritably, and ashlyn and maddox turn to look at him at once, unimpressed at getting interrupted. "don't give me that look! we're here to win it, okay?? athena cabin ganged up with hermes' and they've got a lot of numbers on their side. we need you on your best behaviour. ashlyn, you're on offence—"

"but i'm terrible at fighting," ashlyn whines, reluctantly seperating herself from maddie. the space feels cold where maddox fit in her arms.

"—and gadget, you're on border patrol."

"right-o, sir." maddox says with a salute, subtly rolling her eyes. it hasn't escaped both of their notice that they've been posted in different areas, so they won't be able to see each other until the game finishes. ashlyn narrows her eyes at her cousin, and EJ sends her a shiny smile inherited from their dad.

"let's go, team!"

just like that, they have to leave each other. maddox makes a low whine and ashlyn sighs. maddie turns around to face her, masking her faint sadness with a smile. "i'll set up stuff around the base of the flag—tripwires and stuff." she leans forwards and barely grazes her lips against ashlyn's, a teasing touch, and when she leans away, she's grinning coyly. "we can continue that when you get us the flag."

"aye, aye, captain gadget." ashlyn says, dazed, then shakes her head, rolls her eyes at maddox's wide grin, and then moves to her cousin's side. he'll protect her, she knows it, and she can nab the flag.

EJ gives her a little smile. "so—"

"not a word." she grumbles, and they traipse off into the flag, and ashlyn is determined of one thing:

she will get that damn flag.

THIS MADE ME GIGGLE LIKE A FUCKING JUSTIN BEIBER FANGIRL UGH 😭

ashlyn almost makes it a competition within herself to get this flag. ej will be too busy taking out ricky for him to catch up with her, and doubts that everyone will be just as quick to get pass the other hermes kids. they were always full of unexpected pranks and fuck knows what else. but ashlyn was patient. she takes her time, and when she senses no one around, she gets the flag in the end.

people congratulate her from apollo cabin but she is FAR too busy looking around for a certain Hephaestus counsellor for all of that ego boosting.

when it seems everyone is tired and walking back to the big house, she’s tackled into a hug from behind. she doesn’t even panic or stress. she knows it’s maddie. “my hero got the flag, huh?”

ash laughs a little when turning around to see her girlfriend, waving the flag around for her to see, “sure did." maddie just looks at ashlyn for a second, taking in all of the little details across her face.

she simply steps forward, placing her lips against ashlyn's. her hands cupping her cheeks as she does so. ash melts, right there and then in maddox's kiss. her face grows warmer as she blushes. and everything right there and then is perfect.

a whistle from the distance causes maddox to pull her face only inches away, hand still on ash's face. ashlyn doesn't stop looking at maddie as she glances over in the direction of the whistle. "GADGET!" dewey calls over to her, "JET NEEDS HELP IN THE FORGE PUTTING AWAY SOME OF THE EQUIPMENT."

when maddox nods, she simply waits for the man to walk away before turning her face back to a giggling ashlyn. yeah. everything was perfect.

#uhm. #i think this just poured out of my brain like ooze #but anyways !!! #pjo au

[panther-os]

Okay okay so here are questions for your bastard children au.

1. How does Ghost find out that Cam is a half brother? How did that conversation go? What did Cam react to realizing Simon Riley isn't dead and actually a scary mf in the 141? And how did Simon react to learning that his basterd father was more of a basterd than he thought?

2. Will the other siblings learn about Giles = Simon? Or is it a secret between Cam and Simon? I cant imagine it would be safe to tell all these people he barely knows. But also, they are family...

Probably more questions to come, but these are the main ones for now 💕💕

So there are several ways I'm playing with the reveal going! But basically it boils down to Cam is not ashamed of Simon, he is proudly open about who his older brother is and what he means to him. He doesn't go around announcing it, but when talking about why they wanted to join the military, he just very clearly goes "My older brother, Simon Riley, was in the service, and I want to be like him and make him proud of me. Yes, that Simon Riley, no, I don't think he's guilty. I never met him, but everyone said he was sweet, if grim, and he was very protective of his family, even and especially after he came back on leave. I don't believe he could've done it - killed the American? yes. killed his brother and mother and baby nephew? absolutely not."

Cam also talks to "Simon" out loud sometimes. Like a mission will go well, and he'll sigh and look up at the sky or into thin air and go "We did it, Simon. We made it through." (And Ghost will nearly break his own neck doing a double take if they were paired together for it.)

Cam is just glad Simon's alive and glad that he and all the other siblings were right and he was innocent. Though, he is a little sad he can't tell the others, especially Jambo. I forgot to say in the last ask, but Jambo is a computer nerd obsessed with proving Simon's innocence. He has maybe gotten in trouble for hacking government records (mostly because he's bad at it). Not even he thinks Simon's still alive, though.

Ghost is scared as fuck for Cam and the others. He's lost all his family before, he's almost certain it'll happen again. Cam gets in his face about it when the avoidance gets extreme though and is like "I chose this life, too. You only get to dictate the risks I take in my professional life, as my mentor and superior officer, not in my personal life as my brother. We are both adults." After that, things get smoother, and he agrees to be added to the groupchat with the best cyber security Laswell can set up on his end.

As far as learning about his half-siblings' existence... he's disappointed in his dad but not surprised. Or surprised that his dad is a disappointment. 🤷‍♀️

Keegan for sure finds out eventually, when the Ghosts and 141 finally team up. I think the others will start to suspect after a while, but they're not saying nothing. If Giles is Simon, they don't want to get him in trouble with the authorities, and if he's not, they don't want to upset him by treating him like someone he's not. So they all know but they're not talking and they don't Know. Not even Jambo. And this is 100% to keep them safe, Cam and Keegan and Simon all chose to enlist, the others did not. And Kitty is roughly the same age Joseph was when he died, which makes the feelings More Complicated for Simon. He got PTSD up the wazoo.

One thing that is related to it being family, though, is that Ghost's maternal grandmother - his Mamó Caoimhe (pronounced sort of like Mamaw Keeva), who he was super close to - is still alive. The Bastard Children in Manchester all take turns checking in on her and bringing her food and giving her company. They've never said they're her son-in-law's offspring, but she definitely suspects. But Ghost cut off all contact with her for the same safety reasons and supposed to be dead reasons after the massacre, and it gives him peace to know she has people looking after her. Specifically, being able to get regular updates on how she's doing without putting her in danger by showing up himself or straight up hiring a stalker - or begging Laswell - does his mental health a world of good.

I think that answered all your questions? 😅 Let me know if I missed any!

#/incoherent noises/ #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod ghost #call of duty ghosts #keegan russ #the bastard children of bones riley #ocs #cod ocs #my ocs #asked and answered