#dice don't have memory

[spacedocmom]

05/05/2025 Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Incoming Transmission…

Viruses can't be reasoned with or negotiated with. They don't understand how well you avoided them yesterday, nor reward you by avoiding you in return today, nor understand your social/economic/mental health needs. They just want to get in you to make more of themselves. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked, spoon

[liesonthefloordramatically]

Obligatory roundup of tabletop characters I played this year:

Vyv (they/them), a cleric of The Twins in yumgeon (a homebrew Dungeon Meshi-inspired campaign)

Amber (she/her), The Old Soul in a game of Wickedness

Endurance Perez (she/her), a Teamster pilot in Mothership

Not pictured:

Poggs "The Slammer" Mulroney (they/them) in Doing the Job

(Links to icon makers: one, two, and three.)

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento was not getting old. He wasn't. He was not. Forty-five wasn't old.

"Oi! Nanamin! I'll take the left!"

A grown man's voice that still somehow didn't suit Yuuji. A ghost of an image flickered across Kento's mind; a memory; a boy, superimposed over a man.

"Alright. Don't take any unnecessary risks. Meet me in the middle of the lower corridor. We've cut off its exit routes, now."

Kento watched Yuuji leap down a set of stairs that were no longer stairs; their crumbled wreckage structureless, as though the Curse that had befallen the building was akin to a landslide.

The raggedy old block had needed demolishing for years, anyway, such an eyesore, what was city planning doing with his taxes...but perhaps a nice restaurant? No, something else, but not a club, so noisy and there's enough racket from the kids around this city anyw--

Kento stood. He definitely didn't suppress a groan. He definitely didn't grumble at the blood-clot dust on his knees, and trousers that he only ironed that morning and the crease that was perfect and I haven't even had a chance to read my newspaper, ridiculous, senior management these days, should write a letter of complai--

Kento reached the lower corridor. His blood was acid in his lungs. He coughed, dry. He looked left, and right, and left again. He looked down. His shoelace was untied. He tutted. He knelt down. That was his first mistake.

ROAR! THUNDER THUNDER THUNDER

"Nanamin! Move!"

Kento stood on a dice roll; and broke. The pain was excruciating. He must have been stabbed by a thousand knives, Christ, can't move I can't move like an old man like--

"Oh my-- my god, my back--"

"NANAMIN!"

"My back, Yuuji-- my back--"

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All of the curtains in the house were drawn. Nanami Kento couldn't be seen like this. You crept closer to him, where he stewed on his back on the sofa like a wounded lion. His head turned away, sour and sulking; though, not for you, you knew.

"Hey. Brought you some tea. A little snack. I went to the store. They didn't have the pastries you liked, they said some guy got there just before I did, but I got--"

A scoff. "Why have they always run out? I go in there every day, half the time they haven't got them, and half the time they're stale, and the other half--"

"--that's three halves, my love--"

"--and another thing--"

"--oh my god, Kento, you're like an old man--"

"Don't say it." Silence, stewing again. You opened your mouth to bicker back, and Kento turned to you, so petulant that you had to bite back a laugh. "Don't."

Kento cleared his throat. He straightened his tie. You could not possibly laugh at his indignity, still dressed as if he would still be going back to work in his sorry state.

There was a knock at the door. As you shot Kento one more look of exasperated affection, and headed to the door, he called out in thinly-veiled panic.

"No visitors today, thank you!"

"What, you gonna get up and stop me? Or throw them out? Please."

Critical hit. Silence. Then: "That was uncalled for."

You laughed. You opened the door. Yuuji stood there, grinning.

"How's the old man holding up?"

A grumble from the sofa ("I'm not old!"). You bit your lip in mirth.

"He's as expected. They ran out of his pastries."

Yuuji held up a paper bag, and gave it a shake. "Yeah, they did. Wonder who bought them?"

A yell from the living room.

"Is it Yuuji? Tell him to come back another time."

"When?"

"Never."

"But he's brought you a hot water bottle. And a new newspaper. And some of your pastries."

"Oh. Oh, well then...send him in."

[atinystarcafe]

San fic recs

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✴ : smut ᯓᡣ𐭩 : absolute favourites [Last updated: 22.04.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^

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Synthetic heartbeats | part 2 - @armpirate ✴ | robot!san x inventor!reader (COMPLETED)

After loneliness has hit you, you decided to create a companion through an AI project you had left pending after failing with it. SAN is a new technology robot, able cover up your needs before they were obvious, giving you the fake human support you were looking for. Although, maybe that human support isn't as fake as you thought and SAN is able to cover up more needs than you could ever think of...

In The Quiet Spaces | Of Wanting - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | boyfriend to husband!san (COMPLETED)

a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san ❄

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Roommate - @s4nniebe4r | enemies to lovers au, forced proximity (ONGOING)

a mutual friend suggests you and choi san, of all people live together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ceilings | Part 2 | Part 3 - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✴ | parent au, pe teacher!san x (not so) single mom!reader (COMPLETED)

your kid is finally ready to go to school, and you're spiraling. thankfully, you find friendship with your kid's teacher and she becomes determined to become your best friend. simultaneously, she tries to set you up with the cute pe teacher, but you know him from somewhere deep within your past. can the truth come out without jeopardizing your future? 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's You - @minisugakoobies ✴ | best friends brother!san (ONGOING)

He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend's little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That's it. How did this happen?

Virtues And Dices | Silent Night, Unholy Night - @outlawinthisworld ✴ | christmas au, childhood friends to lovers au (COMPLETED)

Wooyoung gifted you a set of Naughty Dice at your group’s annual Christmas party, which your childhood best friend and long-time crush, San, found intriguing…

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Too Sweet - @yoongiseesawmp3 | model!san x designer!reader

it's love at first sight when you see san. he's perfect...for your runway show! he's the top model right now, and everyone wants him. you want him a little more, but we'll unpack that later. can you get the it boy into your collection?

U Got It Bad - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✴ | baseball player!san x reporter!reader

you've been covering your local team for years. the players, the coaches, everybody knows you. except for newbie choi san. he just joined the team, but he knows you from somewhere...maybe the bar last night?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Last Of The Real Ones - @k-hotchoisan ✴ | villain!san x hero!reader kinda

you awaken from a three centuries slumber, sealing yourself after being almost sacrificed to be the next heavenly offering, your memories barely intact, and now you realise the world is almost completely destroyed. You have no choice but to find out what happened.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sweet, Sweet Revenge - @hwallazia ✴ | sub boyfriend!san

you give san a taste of his own medicine, taking the lead and setting the tone yourself.

Overwhelmed By Instinct - @domm1etae ✴ | a/b/o au, alpha!san x omega!reader

Have you ever imagined a needy, desperate alpha in rut, so overwhelmed by pleasure that they pass out while their omega rides them? Their omega, still eagerly bouncing on their cock, only realizes their adorable, pathetic alpha has blacked out from the sheer intensity of it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Help - @tsukisrants ✴ | strangers to lovers au

you’re tired of your ex trying to control your life, and as you’re once again faced with him, you know you’ll have to rely on yourself to make it. but… things don’t go as planned, and for once, someone steps in, and helps you. instead of going home, you decide to give the stranger a chance at making your night memorable. and fuck, he does.

The Last Straw - @vent-stink | boyfriend!san

After getting into an argument with your friend, you can't help but feel the weight of everything else falling on you and San doesn't know what to do to help.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Leave The Window Open - @sungbeam | neighbours to lovers au, cat dad!san

turns out your upstairs neighbor has a cat who adores climbing through your window — oh, and said neighbor is also fine as hell.

Dolce And Gabbana - @kitten4sannie ✴ | idol!san x guest!reader

san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.

Kitten Fever - @kitten4sannie ✴ | hybrid!au, parent!au, cat hybrid husband!san

after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

Middle Of The Night - @kitten4sannie ✴ | boyfriend!san

these days, san can never seem to get a good night’s rest, that is, until he’s able to completely unload himself inside his pretty little girlfriend. good thing you‘re laying right next to him.

Gold Rush - @kitten4sannie ✴ | western au, cowboy husband!san

san strikes gold, in more ways than one.

Last Christmas - @kitten4sannie ✴ | exes to lovers au

during a winter getaway with your friends, you end up having to come face to face with choi san, the man who broke your heart in two just last christmas.

Wooyoung's sister - @hotteokyu ✴ | enemies to lovers, idol!san x wooyoungs twin!reader

Your brother's career would be over if not for his pretty substitute. You can sing, dance, and make a perfect impression of Wooyoung, so you accept his plea. You have your own reasons, of course. It's about time you meet the man thirsting for your innocent brother and put him in his place. You hate people like him. Choi San.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Depths Of The Ocean - @joong-of-gold | single parent au, office au, single parent!san x office worker!reader

the ceo of your company doesn't seem to have a warm bone in his body, constantly strutting around the office with an unnecessary aura of authority. however, the facade falls away when you discover he has a daughter, and you delve into the depths of his true personality.

With A Touch Of Sweetness - @atxxzist | regular!san x barista!reader

working at a cafe, you have to deal with a certain customer with dimples who always like his iced coffee extra sweet

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sugarplum - @itstheghostofmypast | husband!san x bakery owner!reader

So he loved HIS ROLLS HUH?!

A Goodfella's Moondance - @itstheghostofmypast | mafia!au

He waited for her to waltz into his arms, and she did. He felt her jitter and shiver under his touch, much like how he did the same on her love. He had found someone to love and cherish, someone who kept his fragile morality in check, someone who he could call a lover, a wife, a weakness.

14:00 - @itstheghostofmypast | corporate worker/husband!san

He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Cuteness Clad In Silk - @xaer1s ✴ | boyfriend!san

san was always a calm and collected guy, not riling himself up easily but this simple change you made tonight, unexpectedly -especially for him- had him feeling a bit too excited.

Rock & A Hard Place - @bombuni ✴ | slight dubcon, roommate!san

your roommate lends a helping hand.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honey, Baby - @i-like-loserz ✴ | sub husband!san

san needs your attention

Mommy & Daddy - @i-like-loserz ✴ | boyfriend!san x tipsy!reader

you come home from a girl's night out feeling extra needy for your boyfriend

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sensitive - @ateezscupid ✴ | sub boyfriend!san

All you were doing was giving your boyfriend head scratches. You didn't expect him to completely fold under your touch.

Obsessed - @hwallazia ✴ | boyfriend!san

just virgin!san eating u out for the first time <3

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleepy Adoration - @solaris-amethyst | boyfriend!san

You're getting ready for bed and your boyfriend refuses to go to bed without you despite the fact that he can barely keep his eyes open.

It's You - @xomakara ✴ | actor!san x publicist!reader

You're a publicist secretly in love with your famous client, San, but his manager thinks you should cook up a story about him and his co-star to generate buzz for their upcoming movie. This involves arranging dates and photo ops for the two of them, but you can't help but notice he seems more interested in you.

Roadtrips - @enhanextdoor | proposal au

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

A Burning Passion - @k-zuzulibrary | strangers to lovers au, boxer!san x med student!reader

an amateur medic assigned to treat a famous, professional boxer. what possibly could go wrong?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Devotion - @cheolism-archive ✴ | rebel!san x gang leader!reader

after a year of fighting in a rebellion, san was tired of battle. like an angel, a goddess, you offered him peace. 

Just You - @wwooyology ✴ | roommate au, enemies to lovers au

he was just your annoying roommate that you just couldn't wait to get away from. all of his late night rendezvous started to get under your skin so you just avoided him like the plague. that was until you needed his help getting to class and of course he wanted something in return.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Little Too Late, A Little Too Drunk - @dae-chwiita | friends to lovers au, drunk!san

You keep ignoring San and his drunk self can't handle it.

Primal Instinct - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | werewolf au, werewolf!san x human!reader

when you decide to confront San after days of him avoiding you, unknowingly step into the lair of a werewolf in rut, you ignite a night of uncontrollable desire and primal intensity.

Kalla - @armpirate ✴ | hotel owner!san

The calla lily has a fair amount of symbols related to it. And the owner of the hotel you were sent to work to chose to use the hidden lustful, sexy and sensual meaning of it.

With Love For You - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | husband!san

you’ve been married to choi san since you were young, and you love him wholly and completely, but you also need to discover and understand your own sexuality. san is nothing if not supportive, and as a couple you hire an escort to help you explore those desires.

Apt For Two - @i-like-loserz ✴ | friends to lovers au, drunk!san

San's Sweet Touch - @brownsugarbaybee ✴

Lovers Lane - @shinestarhwaa | parent au, husband/dad!san

Sweat And Sweet Kisses - @wonbinini | boyfriend!san

Climbing A Mountain - @shinestarhwaa ✴ | sexworker!san

Riding San For The First Time - @starmatzz ✴

Morning Warmth - @st4rlvr

At The Alter - @st4rlvr

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[rogersideup]

I'd like to drop a prompt:

The avengers have a night off in Las Vegas after a mission. Thor makes sure Cap has his fair share of Asgardian liquor so Steve ends up drunk and wanders off alone. He meets our dear reader who just got dumped by her friend group and is equally drunk. They hit it off and decide to get married. The next morning both of them are confused but decide to make it work as memories of the night before come back to them. (Surprise surprise dear reader is from New York too)

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Steve Rogers X Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Steve gets himself into some trouble while having a night off in the city of sin.

Word Count: 4,717

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

"Miss?"

Flashing lights separated and splayed through the drying tears in your watery eyes, music and ringing from hundreds of slot machines overstimulated your senses as you simultaneously pulled your dress up and down in different places.

"Excuse me miss? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coming back to your senses, you turned around to face the bartender. "Yeah, uh..." really, you tried your hardest to think of something, literally anything to help move along the buzz you were already riding but no proper words made it to your brain. "Sorry. I'm not sure what I want. Can you just make it strong and fruity?"

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed, already grabbing bottles off the shelf.

Watching him masterfully work helped you zone out and relieved all of your overwhelmed senses. Pouring, shaking, more pouring, a garnish, then a fruity elixir of a bunch of liquids you most definitely could not pronounce was placed right in front of you atop a cocktail napkin. Not a single drop was spilled, even the ice was perfect.

Reaching into your purse, you handed the bartender your card and shouted to try and compete with the volume of drunken gamblers and rolling dice. "You can close the tab."

"Don't worry about it. This one's on the house, you look like you need it." He kindly denied your form of payment.

You chuckled to yourself. "That bad, huh?"

"No, but I know a sad chick when I see one." He noted. "Happens pretty often in Vegas."

"Well, thank you, I appreciate it." You raised the glass. "Cheers to you and all the bartenders making the world go round."

"Amen to that" He smiled before walking off to serve yet another drunken customer.

You sat at the bar on a little leather stool fully contemplating how you ended up in this situation as you looked out into the hotel casino and nursed your drink. It didn't take long for you to realize that the Vegas bartenders didn't take the word strong as a joke. Because every sip stung your throat and swirled your thoughts around in slow motion.

The speed at which your thoughts came at you didn't help the fact that every single one of them revolved around nothing but yourself.

What were you going to do now? Where should you go from here?

Drinking wasn't the answer, but not drinking wasn't the solution. Finding shelter in the Caesars Palace hotel was a good enough temporary fix to your problems, so you ignored that you were on the complete opposite side of the Las Vegas strip that you actually needed to be on.

However, getting to your hotel on the complete opposite side was the problem. Your shitty friends completely ditched you, or maybe you ditched them. The details were all so unclear, but the fact was they were all making stupid choices and you couldn't stand to stick around long enough to see the end results of them.

But now you were all done up in high heels and a small little dress in a city you had never been in before, notorious for sex, drugs and alcohol. Luckily, pepper spray in your purse and a back pocket full of self defense techniques that have been drilled into your head ever since you were a little girl were amongst some of the better choices you made tonight.

Then came along all of the dumber choices you would make tonight in the form of yet another fruity drink, and a tall, blonde man looking painfully confused at the roulette table right in front of you.

He was tall and broad, even more handsome than the massive statues of Roman men all around the hotel. But much like the statues around you, he looked like he was carved from marble. The muscles you could see sculpted through his suit jacket could've only been a result of a piece of fine art.

It was easy to pick up his wholesome sweetness behind his big blue eyes, that also did a lot to tell you how drunk the man was. He towered over the table and watched a few rounds, trying his hardest to understand what was happening. Much like him, you watched the ball spin round and round before landing in a slot.

Some of the players would moan and groan at their fate, while others would cheer happily and exchange loud laughter and high-fives.

Mesmerized by the game, you missed the glances the blonde man snuck of you. He really couldn't help it though. His friends had left him all alone while his capacity to make good decisions was at an all time low, and you were just so pretty and maybe a bit sad.

Another round was about to start, so the dealer started taking bets. Everyone around the table started placing their chips on a color and number, and the blonde was still confused.

He looked around again before his eyes met yours, and a stupid invasive smile smeared across your lips. When he noticed your friendly demeanor, he took a few stumbles over to you.

"Do you have any idea how to play this?" The man asked you.

Now you could smell the expensive yet deliciously pleasant cologne he was wearing, and you could take in all the details of his black suit.

Giggling at his cluelessness, you swallowed down the sip of cocktail in your mouth. "I do. Would you like some help?"

"I'm assuming you have to guess if the ball lands on red or black?" He asked as his lopsided smile and squinted eyes told you everything you needed to know about his sobriety... or lack there of.

"That's exactly it, good job." You nodded. "But you can also guess the number, or a group of numbers it'll land on. The payout at the end is based on how accurate your bet is."

"So what should I bet?" He asked you, having already built a strong sense of trust for you in the few minutes he had been observing.

"Oh no, that's not up to me." You shook your head before taking another sip of your drink. "You gotta trust your own gut."

The man's eyes darted around the table once more before his arms motioned to it. "But look around! All of these men have pretty girls telling them what to do, and that's why they're all winning money. You guys are so much smarter than us, and I'm alone so I need you to tell me. Red or black."

Usually, a statement like that from a man like him would have you rolling your eyes and cutting the conversation short. However, either your gut or the alcohol was telling you that he wasn't an asshole.

For some reason, you felt calm and comfortable in his presence all while being unable to wipe the dumb smile off your face. Something about his hair that was once perfectly styled now being a little jostled, and the twinge of pink in his cheeks made him seem so distantly familiar.

"Well thank you for that backhanded compliment." You laughed. "I think you should bet red."

He nodded, trusting your opinion far more than he trusted himself. "Should I place a more specific bet too?"

You thought for a moment, but you were in Vegas so... fuck it. "Yeah. Give me your chip"

The man happily placed the roulette chip into your hand, you stood up in one big sweep and started walking away from the bar. "Woah, don't leave your drink!"

Pleasantly surprised that he had your best interest in mind, you mumbled out a statement of gratitude as he handed the glass to you too. Approaching the table, looked at it for a few moments and tried your hardest to contemplate the best number to place a bet on, but once again no rational thoughts occupied the empty spaces of your brain.

So, you threw the chip on your favorite number, lucky 25.

"There ya go!" You used your free hand to pat the man's shoulder. "Good luck, Blondie."

"What happens if I win?" He asked you, smiling as you let your hand linger. Even with your highest heels on, you were nowhere near as tall as him.

"Then it's your lucky day, and you'll get a shit ton of money." You giggled at his question.

"And if I lose?"

"Then you're unlucky and you're about to lose some money." You snorted.

"That's not going to happen, you're my good luck charm." He declared.

"I don't think anything about my night tonight is radiating lucky energy, so I doubt that."

"What? No way! I feel like I've been the luckiest guy in the whole world today, so maybe I'm your good luck charm."

"I guess we will let the roulette wheel speak the truth of the universe tonight." You shrugged.

"Should we place our own bets on the bet?" The man asked.

"Like what?" You questioned, hoping this wasn't the moment the sweet stranger turned weird and pervy.

"I think if I lose I should probably call it a night and go back to my room because this is the drunkest I've been in probably 80 years." He stated. However, his words flew over your head figuring his drunken words were exaggerated, and you found yourself to be a little sad that your time with the stranger would be cut short so soon.

"I think if you win, you should stay out for a little while and have another drink with me." You smiled, going way out of your own comfort zone.

If you were sober, or maybe even drunk in a bar anywhere other than Las Vegas, you would've been caught dead before being caught to be so bold. But he was pulling you in faster than you've ever felt, and something about him felt so natural and warm.

"Deal." He agreed.

"Look, they're about to spin the wheel." You pointed at the table.

The dealer spun the wheel, and the ball was moving so fast that you could barely even follow it. Even as it slowed down and started to tease each individual slot, the motion of following the sphere going round and round was quite honestly making you a bit dizzy, so you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation.

"No way." The blonde stated. "No fucking way!"

His arm wrapped around you from behind and his big warm hands very gently shook the tops of your arms. "Look! It's on red! I can't see the number, but it's on red!"

You giggled and tried your best to keep your balance as he shook you around. When you opened your eyes you could see that the drink in your hand was sloshing around and spilling over onto the impeccably maintained carpet beneath your feet. But the loss of some of your drink was a small price to pay when the dealer picked the ball up out of the wheel and announced "25 Red!"

Simultaneously, you and Blondie let out little screeches in surprise and joy when you realized you had actually placed a winning bet. In all your years on this planet, nothing like this had ever happened to you. You never even won $5 on a penny slot, let alone a fat wad of cash that was being placed into the man's hands.

After the cheering celebration and laughter died down, he turned to you. "See! I knew you were lucky!"

"You trusted your intuition, and you won!" You noted with a smile so big and long lasting it was starting to make your cheeks sore. "Good job."

"Here! This is yours." He placed the wad of cash in your hands.

"What? No. You bet your own money, it's yours." Not being able to accept it, especially when you saw it was all $100 bills.

"No it's yours! You placed the winning bet, you knew the magic number so I want you to have it." He explained kindly. "You said nothing about your night was lucky, so consider this your sign from the universe."

"I can't just accept all of this money from a complete stranger." You denied once more. "You're very sweet, I would feel so guilty taking this from you."

"Fine, if you can't accept the money for yourself, how about we go spend it together?" He offered. "I owe you another drink anyways, then after that the Las Vegas strip is our oyster!"

"That's a little better" You agreed with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name."

"O-oh!" The man seemed to be taken back by that statement for a second. A look of momentary confusion furrowed his eyebrows before a happy smile returned to his kind face. "Sorry, I'm Steve!"

You made a small mental note of his initial shock that you asked for his name, but your drunken brain didn't hold onto that for very long.

"Alright Steve, here's the plan." You rocked up on your tippy toes and kept yourself braced with a steady hand on his solid shoulder so he could hear you better in the loud and chaotic environment. "Half my drink just ended up on the floor when you won, so I'm going to order another one. Then after that, I somehow need to end the night at my hotel on the complete opposite end of the strip without getting taken or murdered. So if we can somehow make it from here to there while blowing through that money you just won, then I'd be more than happy to help you spend it."

Steve's eyes went wide in concern at your statement. "Where are you staying?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "My gut is telling me not to tell a strange man where I'm staying."

"Smart girl, but I'm not letting you walk down the strip alone at night. The people here are crazy." He challenged. "No funny business. Pinky promise."

Steve raised his pinky for you with a genuine look of promise and concern on his face. "Do people often trust you to get them to safety?"

His cheeks turned pinker, and he let out an adorable giggle. "Yeah, I think most people find me to be very trustworthy."

"No funny business." You lifted your hand and wrapped your pinky around his with a quick handshake. "I'm staying at New York, New York."

"Oh wow, we have a long way to go with lots of chances to blow through that stack." He smiled. "What are you drinking? I'll order you another one."

"Honestly, I have no idea." You admitted, smile coming back to your face.

"Okay great! That helps me a lot" The blonde laughed.

"Excuse me" You politely flagged down the bartender. The same one from earlier coming back, you showed him your glass. "Can I get another one of these please? And whatever he wants?"

You looked to Steve who looked between you and the bartender. "Just two waters please."

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed.

"What? You're not going to have a drink?" You questioned.

He pulled a copper flask out of the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. "I'll drink more, but this is stronger."

"Oh, nothing here is strong enough for you?" You raised a brow, your smile growing just as lopsided as his.

"Nope. This stuff is special, it comes straight from another realm."

Laughing at his joke, as you handed the bartender cash straight from the wad Steve gave you. "That's funny, because I hope this is strong enough to make me feel like I'm no longer in this realm, so cheers to that!"

You and Steve sat at that bar for a solid two hours as conversation topics flew at the two of you unexpectedly fast. Each one new topic was short lived as an enthusiastic response would happily slip off one of your tongues, so excited that the two of you had so much in common.

Then, Steve decided to start the shopping spree. He offered you a hand to help you off the stool, which quickly turned into a protective arm around you, or ushering you the entirety of your time together. He knew that the men on the Vegas strip were pigs, but he underestimated how bad it really was.

But the cat calls, whistles, and lingering eyes were drowned out by the city sounds and the big flashing marquee lights that littered the sides of every building you passed. It was just as mesmerizing as the night before, skipping down the streets in a drunken haze with your best friends.

Now you were mesmerized by not only sin city, but the mysterious man you were following around as if you'd known him your whole life.

With a sense of childlike wonder the two of you ended up in silly places like the M&M's store, and the Coca-Cola store, but you also ventured into more classy designer establishments where you convinced him to buy a lovely new belt at Louis Vuitton.

It looked good, he looked good. You had to work really hard to contain the drool in your mouth as you watched him take off his old belt to replace it with the new one.

He tried to buy you a new bag, but once again you were being stubborn and were having a hard time accepting such a generous offer.

So, you suggested another drink. Just one more.

More sitting and chatting with Steve, you swallowed down the liquid in your cup while he shot the rest of the liquid in his flask.

That last drink was the worst of your poor decision making that night, or so you thought.

Because the last memory you had was sitting at that bar and really admiring him.

The alcohol had turned his cheeks and the tip of his nose a rosy pink color that somehow made his blue eyes shine even brighter, and add to the wholesome energy you felt radiating from him.

Sweet, silly, carefree, handsome, safe.

Then, you woke up.

Slowly at first. Your eyes opened and the dull pounding at the back of your skull wasn't nearly at bad as you deserved. The air conditioning did wonders keeping you comfortable, the light peaked through the black out curtains, and your belongings scattered across the room confirmed that you were definitely in the right place.

You looked around more. M&m's bag, Louis Vuitton bag... Converse bag? You didn't remember buying shoes. Wait... how did you get here?

Only then did you wake up FAST. You sat up, and your heart pounded as you realized that Blondie was in your bed. The sudden movement made your head pound even harder, but the good news was that he was fully clothed and was sleeping above the covers.

You were also asleep and fully clothed, but both of you were in different clothes than you had on last night. That's probably what those shopping bags in the corner were...

Carefully rolling out of bed to try and make yourself somewhat presentable and aid along trying to process what happened last night, you walked into the bathroom.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, fix your hair.

By the time you came out, Blondie was sitting up in bed with his legs on the floor, shooting you an apologetic look. He was apprehensive, scared to gauge how sick and unenthusiastic you would be by his presence this morning.

"Good morning." He said quietly, voice deep and raspy from inhaling the dry air and residual cigarette smoke.

"Morning." You tried to be polite, clutching the side of your head. "What happened? How did we- how did any of this-"

"Nothing happened." Steve reassured you. "I would never take advantage-"

"Okay, okay." You nodded slowly, feeling slightly relieved. "Advil. I have Advil."

Waking over to the table in the hotel room, you grabbed the bottle of painkillers and a water. You opened both and popped two little pills in your mouth, washing them down with water.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember much either. It's been a really long time since I've gotten drunk. This is really out of the ordinary for me." He explained.

"I guess we're on the same boat then." You agreed with him before a couple pieces of paper catch your eye.

"I guess I should probably go?" Steve stated, but it was more of a question. This was the first time he ever found himself waking up next to a stranger.

"No, you stay right there." You insisted frantically, picking up the piece of paper.

Certificate of marriage.

Your name signed at the bottom next to another signature that read Steven G Rogers.

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

You studied the signature, looked at his face, looked at the signature, then his face again.

In the table, there was a picture of the two of you kissing. Him in his suit, you in the dress you wore last night but also a veil.

"Oh my god" You exclaimed, so much information to process.

"What?" Steve questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh my god!" You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.

"What happened?"

"You didn't tell me..." You puffed out a breath, then an unexpected giggle left your throat. Of course, this would happen to you the one time in your life you didn't behave like a perfect angel. "Captain America?"

"Oh... Guilty?" Steve's shoulders sunk. "I introduced myself, no?"

"As Steve." You exaggerated.

"Yeah, I'm Steve." He agreed.

"Well, at least I was safe." Finding the benefit of the doubt. "Do you remember getting married last night, Steve?"

You passed the paper and the picture to him, and his face contorted into an expression you couldn't quite read. "...wow."

"Wow?" You questioned. "I unknowingly married Captain America last night and all you have for me is wow?"

"Holy shit." Steve looked up at you.

"That's better." You nodded.

"You don't look panicked" Steve noted.

"I'm not panicked because at least you're a superhero." You explained. "That counts for something right? Like people won't think I'm totally inane for marrying a stranger when they find out it's Captain America? And like... a superhero means you have people who come and clean up after you right? Someone can fix this right?"

You watched the gears turn in his head. "... I have to call Tony."

Tony. Who's Tony? Think. Superhero, avengers, Steve, Captain America. Tony... IRON MAN.

"Stark?" Your eyebrows raised. Steve nodded, pulling out his phone. "Now I'm freaking out. I'm really freaking out."

"It's okay, give me a second." Steve said calmly.

You nodded, the remembered you should check your phone too. As he spoke quietly to Tony, you looked around for your phone before finding it on the night stand, flooded with dozens of missed calls and texts from friends wondering where you were. You quickly sent off a text in a group chat saying you'd explain later, and that you were okay.

Eventually Steve ended the call. "He said he'll be here in a minute or two."

"Oh, okay great." You said exaggerating your nonchalance. "No biggie. Iron man coming over to read my marriage certificate to Captain America."

Steve giggled at the ridiculousness of the situation. "My mother would be over the moon to find out I'm married."

"My mom might have me 6 feet in a grave if she ever finds out about this." You sat back down on the bed next to him.

"When do you leave Vegas?" Steve questioned.

"My flight is at nine tonight. What about you?"

"Flying home at six thirty." He informed you. "Where do you live?"

"New York" You said simply. "Queens."

"We both live in New York and we’re staying in a New York themed hotel? What a small world." Steve noted. "Maybe we don't have to fit in a divorce before this evening."

"I mean... you are very handsome so I definitely wouldn't mind staying married to you for a few days until we get this figured out." You grinned.

A small blush stippled his cheeks at your compliment. “You’re so pretty I would’ve never had the courage to talk to you if I wasn’t drunk.”

Just like him, you blushed at his admission, and giggled at his words. “This doesn’t feel like real life.”

“Maybe I should’ve gotten you a ring instead of whatever the hell we bought last night.” Steve thought.

You looked down at your left hand, and sure enough, there was a pretty ring on your finger. You lifted it up to show him. “Looks like you were two steps ahead of yourself”

“Oh, good.” He chuckled. “At least there’s that.”

Then, there was a knock at the door.

You looked at Steve with wide eyes and nervousness building up in your tummy at the thought of being in the same room with one third of the Avengers.

“I’ll get it” He reassured you, standing up to answer the door.

Before you knew it, Tony Stark confidently barreled into the room. Firing some teasing words at Steve, you knew the poor guy would never hear the end of it.

“Oh look, here she is!” Tony announced.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine Mrs. Rogers.” He smiled.

“Tony” Steve warned with a glare.

“Where’s the paper work?” Tony asked.

You quickly handed him the picture and the signed document that was on the table. Steve stood right next to you as you both watched him read over it, and evaluate the legitimacy.

Tony took out his phone snapped a few pictures, and made a weird face. Nervously, you his your face in Steve’s arm and he instinctively rubbed your back to comfort you.

Then, Tony started laughing. “Rogers you’re an idiot.”

“I’m aware, but what’s so funny?” Steve complained.

“It’s fake.” Tony said.

“What?” Your head popped up.

“Little white chapel, married by Elvis just for the gag type of thing. There’s no marriage license, it’s not a legal marriage.” He explained, handing you the papers back.

Both you and Steve let out a huge sigh of relief. “Maybe I’m not that much of an idiot after all.”

“No, you’re still stupid.” Tony denied. “Out of all the people in the world I would’ve never expected this from you, Cap.”

“This is Thor’s fault.” Steve pointed his finger.

You didn’t understand how the god of thunder had anything to do with this, but you had no mental capacity left to even ask.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter. Just be on time for the flight home and stay out of trouble.” Tony told him. “Hope to see you around again soon, Mrs. Rogers.”

And just like that, he was out faster than he came in.

“I know Tony made it seem like everything is okay, but it’s not and I have a giant mess to clean up with the team.” Steve explained to you.

“Yeah, I’d assume so.” You smiled.

“Which means I really should go.” He let you down. “But regardless of this fiasco, and from what I do remember, I had a lot of fun with you last night. Would you want to exchange phone numbers and maybe hang out again when we get home?”

“I would love that, Steve.” You agreed.

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours. Both putting in your phone numbers and names before swapping them back.

At the same time, you both burst out laughing at the contact names.

Unplanned, he put his name as Husband, and you put yours as Wife.

“Ridiculous!” You laughed, walking him to the door.

“Maybe we really were meant to be.” Steve pondered.

“Maybe.” You agreed. “But in all seriousness, thank you for getting me home safe last night. I was really lucky to run into the right person at the right time.”

“Of course.” Steve grinned. “Travel safe, and let me know when you get home so we can set something up.”

“You got it.” Rocking up on your tippy toes, you kissed his cheek. “Have fun cleaning up that mess, Husband.”

“Don’t tell your Mom about this, Wife.”

You locked your lips and threw away the key. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

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[thebibliosphere]

Wait, is Jason in Gotham Knights body horror? Because it doesn't feel like his body even tho he's controlling it? (He died, he came back, it's not the same and never will be)

Or is it more analogous to puberty and feeling like you don't know anything about your body anymore?

Just having thoughts about that boy again

I think Jason in Gotham Knights is very much connected with his physical body. It's his biggest weapon, possibly more so than his guns, given his lasting connection to the Lazarus Pit and the power it gives him.

His backstory talks about building himself up to peak physical condition into the absolute unit he is now, and you can either see that as someone trying to reconnect with their physical self or someone vowing never to be small or weak again.

I tend to think of it as both. It's a reclamation of his physical form but also a transformation into something bigger and stronger that ensures he's the scariest, meanest-looking mother fucker in the room. Basically someone you can't underestimate as a threat.

(Try not to think too hard about the fact that he now largely resembles Bruce in stature, that he is now the group's heavy hitter, the most menacing and the most likely to strike fear into the heart of his opponents, and that Jason molded himself into the person he needed to be rescued by as a child. Don't do it. Do not. I am normal about this.)

But he obviously struggles with feeling present mentally sometimes.

You'll see him zoning out occasionally, touching the J-shaped scar on his face before violently shaking himself back into the present.

He has panic attacks while playing a dance video game with a coffin in it—a coffin his character becomes trapped in because he's not moving fast enough. (hello, trauma)

He's angry all the time and so relieved when Barbra expresses her own rage at something because, yes, finally, someone else is letting their emotions out instead of bottling it up (Dick).

His emails are littered with orders for self-help books, emails from his therapist moving his sessions around, and concerned messages from his friends (Roy comes to mind) saying if he needs to get out of Gotham, they'll make it happen.

Alfred holding him while he sobs over losing Bruce still breaks me every time. I have to pause the game and walk around my house until I feel normal again.

And then there's the cut scene where Dick asks, "Hey, remember that time we all [insert funny thing here]," and Jason admits, somewhat angrily, that no, he doesn't because Lazarus took entire swaths of memories from him and he hates how he can't connect with people the way he used to and he hates the way they all look at him (the way Dick is looking at him now) when he admits he doesn't remember something they clearly loved about the old him: the version of him who didn't have volatile mood swings or made people flinch when he did something as mundane as handle a kitchen knife -- the undead monster he came back as*.

The fact that Dick then contrives to recreate this memory so Jason can be included in a newer version of it -- while also giving him what is arguably a weapon -- fucks me up every time. Dick just yeets a kitchen knife at him, trusting that Jason will catch it, and then just steamrolls over Jason's rightful 'what the fuck' expression with "Hey, we're making food. Get dicing."

And Jason knows what they're all doing. He's aware of it, and he gets the teeniest, tiniest smile before smothering it out. Except he can't quite. He's still smiling as he chops the vegetables. And yes, they're all hopeless at cooking compared to him, and he knows he's going to end up taking over, but that's okay. Because this is for him. He gets to control it.

And that's how Jason gets to make a new memory, one where he is handed a weapon and gets to turn it into a genuine expression of nurturing and care.

Because he does care about them. He wouldn't conspire with Dick to bake Barbara's favorite childhood cookies if he didn't. He wouldn't try so hard to be gentle with Tim triggering the shit out of him while he's struggling with his grief. He just doesn't always know how to express it because he doesn't always know what he's feeling.

Is his anger valid? Or is this Lazarus Pit Rage? Is he being overly sensitive because of his trauma, or is everyone else underreacting because of their trauma? (Should he sign them all up for therapy, quite probably, yes.)

So, you could perhaps argue that Jason experiences body horror in the sense that he doesn't remember all the pieces of who he used to be. (Speaking as someone with severe memory loss from medical trauma, it's certainly a type of horror.) But I don't think it's because he's detached from it physically or doesn't feel in control of his body. I think it's his mind that worries him.

His body he can control. It's his mind that still sparks green sometimes.

---

*Re the scene with Tim when Tim calls the Talons monsters. "What about me? Do you think I'm a monster?"

No, they don't.

But Jason does. And it scares him shitless.

[jjkamochoso]

Imagine… Soshiro Hoshina Finding You on the Brink of Death

Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Soshiro Hoshina x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries, ivs, death

Part two with fluff can be found here!

It looked to be the end of the line for you. Your Defense Force suit had long overheated, leaving you exhausted and vulnerable in your solo fight against the kaiju. The oversized monster saw how weak you were, becoming even more excited at the prospect of devouring yet another human. You kept shooting its snarling face in your desperation, round after round bouncing off its armored body since you wielded no extra power. The kaiju’s tail whipped around in a flash, hitting your slow moving body in the abdomen and making your gun fly from your grip. You were now splayed on the ground, unable to run and barely able to breathe. You didn’t want to give up but things were utterly hopeless. Your communications had been down the entire time of your 1 on 1 skirmish and your team had no idea where you were, you having been separated from them for far too long at that point. The kaiju strolled over to you, an aura of bloodlust surrounding it as it snatched you up in its jaw. You had no fight left in you—you just hoped your head would go first before all your bones were snapped.

“No more dinner for you tonight, you ugly shit.”

Was that… Soshiro? He came for you? You heard the faint unsheathing of swords as your eyes closed, ready to pass out. In its anger at being disrupted, the kaiju dropped you from its mouth and you tumbled onto the asphalt. The last thing you saw was a blur of violet hair and a whole lot of kaiju blood.

It was almost totally quiet when you came to again, save for the wheezing of your labored breaths. The sun was hanging high in the hazy sky and the weather was perfect--not too hot, not chilly at all. You wondered what Soshiro was up to. Was he still fighting the kaiju? You smiled at the thought. He was always so brave, the first one to jump into action. The relief you felt when he showed up to save you was insurmountable, though you probably weren't going to survive with your extensive injuries if you didn't see a doctor soon. What you wouldn't give to see his face again for the last time. No matter, the memories that you had together were more than enough for you. Maybe it was better this way. You couldn't imagine him setting eyes on your condition right now, you didn't want to burden him with your death. You prayed to whatever spiritual guide to let you pass before someone found your body; there was no way you'd let him lecture you about being more careful as you died.

"Vice Captain! They're still alive!"

You sighed as much as your broken body would allow. With Kafka around, your peaceful death plans would have to wait.

"Y/n, stay with us. Don't fall asleep, okay?"

His kind voice, though loud, was a welcome sound. Even still, your eyes were struggling to stay open as your head lolled around, but now your body was being maneuvered by someone whose touch had become a familiar comfort--

"Soshiro," you muttered, opening your eyes to find bright purple irises boring into your own. "Did you kill it?"

"Kill it? He obliterated that thing!" exclaimed Kafka, excitedly gesticulating. "He was all, swoosh with the swords and the honju was like, ahhh! Don't dice me up! But Vice Captain was like too bad, you should've thought of that before putting your hands on my y/n-"

"That's enough, Hibino."

"Yes, sir. I'll just, uh... stand over there."

Kafka ran off without another word, leaving you in the arms of the man you loved most.

"You’re my knight in shining kaiju armor," you choked out, trying to get a laugh from Soshiro, but he wasn't having any of it as he patched up your external injuries the best he could with his field first aid kit.

"I almost lost you, y/n. You almost died because I was too slow."

"Soshiro, that's not..." The blood you coughed up mixed with the blood on Soshiro's uniform.

"I know this might be selfish of me, but I can't let you die because I can't live without you. I don't want to live a life that doesn't have you in it. I would do anything for you." He placed a large bandage on a cut on your face, letting his fingertips rest there for longer than necessary before getting back to the task at hand. "I remember you said all those years ago you would do anything for me, too. Would you please hang in there and survive this? For me? For… us?”

He was right, you did say that. It was about a year after you both joined the Defense Force. You were both underdogs and no one seemed to believe in you and your abilities, except for each other. You had bonded over being underestimated and swore to each other that you’d never leave one another behind, in anything. He very obviously made good on that promise today.

You coughed up more blood and you could see the worry and pain in Soshiro’s gaze as he looked upon you, lying in his arms like a broken doll. He so gently wiped away the tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“It-everything hurts,” you whimpered.

“I know, I know it does. But we’re gonna get you the help you need, okay?”

You didn’t respond, causing Soshiro’s heart to plummet.

“Y/n. No, no, no, you gotta wake up. C’mon, this isn’t funny,” he pleaded, tapping your face, but getting no response.

“Shit! Hibino!” he yelled, trying his best to stay composed. “We need medic right now! Y/n won’t wake up!”

“Coming right now, Vice Captain!”

Sure enough, a doctor came rushing over, immediately placing down a stretcher. Soshiro loaded your unmoving body onto the hard plastic and he couldn’t help but think of how fragile you looked. Normally you were such a bright light in his life and a formidable ally not easily defeated, but right now, you looked one step from death’s door. He and Kafka dropped you off in an ambulance, ivs immediately being pumped into your veins. As those doors closed, Soshiro getting one last look of the love of his life, he prayed to whoever would listen that the door hadn’t closed on the opportunity to tell you how he truly felt.

PART TWO

[linusbenjamin]

Because my dad used to say, "Dice don't know what the dice did last time." Games don't have a memory. Every game starts from scratch.

[141shousewife]

husband Price x Plus size reader drabble >:)

this is my first post so don't eat me please

FULLY INSPIRED BY @391780

Have yall seen that tiktok where a wife is going around her house showing all the different things her husband has done to the house to make her life easier? this but husband!price

I am so not normal about price being your husband and making it his JOB to make your home comfortable, welcoming, and for you.

He definitely when looking for houses immediately looked for large kitchen islands with enough space for him to dice up veggies and for you to sit your round bottom and put all of your weight on next to his cutting board.

Price immediately put metal holders into the wall in every room so you could put up charger/headphones after you complained about how you always misplace them. :))

After realizing that you fall asleep with your glasses on far too often he put a holder on his side of the bed for when he inevitably pulls your glasses off of your dozed off face and doesn't want to crush your plush body as he reaches over you to toss it on the nightstand.

In the living room price has a chair that he lovingly chose, bought, added memory foam, re-upholstered in your favorite color, and placed in your favorite spot to watch TV in the living room.

Price takes pride in the fact that he personally installed a plush and wide bench in the shower for you to rest on to help with your back pain from carrying around such a large chest all day.

When you ask him why he went through all the trouble of customizing a house he already spent so much on he just scoffs and replies-

"Can't believe you thought i'd let my best girl have anything but the best! How lowly do you think of me sweetheart?" and presses a warm kiss to your cheek.

:>>>

[the-devils-angel]

Through His Eyes

pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader (pre-established relationship)

warnings: none. just some fluff and like two seconds of angst.

a/n: some of my writing from over a year ago which I edited a bit. I totally forgot I used to write Matt Murdock fanfics for my friends in 2023.

Your eyes tightly squint closed, lashes pressed against your cheeks. Your nose scrunches up, pointing up toward your furrowed brows. A smile overcomes your features, teeth showing your happiness.

You're sitting on the hard floor, the soft carpet the only barrier between your legs and the chilly wood. Across the coffee table from you, leaning against the couch, is none other than Matt Murdock, your boyfriend.

Lately, you've been trying to see the world more through his eyes, well, in a way. When out in parks, you sit on a bench and close your eyes, listening to every sound around you and trying to guess where it came from or what made it. Sometimes, you visit your favorite garden, a beautiful place filled with the most gorgeous plants, and smell everything. You try to distinguish the different types of flowers, finding it easier the more often you go.

But your favorite thing is to lay with your head on his chest. You curl your arms around him, holding him tightly against you and keeping his warmth trapped in your embrace, and listen. His heartbeat is the most calming sound you've ever heard. Any time you find yourself in peril, freaking out about something, all you have to do is take a moment, close your eyes, and echo the memories of the steady thumps in your mind.

Every time you do something like this, you feel more near to him, and that's all you want. You want to get closer to the mystery of Matt.

The tip of your finger glides over the dice, causing a laugh to bubble at the feel. You mentally count the divots and trace around the carved circles. Feeling where the patterns lay on the cube, you finally decide their number before opening your eyes.

You grin at the victory of guessing the correct number. You've missed a few, so you're pretty happy you've gotten it right. But to be fair, Matt is distracting. That's your excuse, and it's an extremely valid one, too.

"Yes." You quietly cheer under your breath, huffing the word through your teeth as if he won't hear it.

Matt chuckles lightly, an adorable grin softening his features, "What're you so happy about?" He questions a bit teasingly before taking a small swig of his beer.

See, you haven't told him what you've been doing. You don't know if it's weird or creepy, so you're not exactly sure how you're supposed to tell him. But he can spot a lie from a mile away, maybe more, who knows?

"Happy I guessed the die roll right." You shrug, still trying to worm your way out. You reach your hand forward to give you something else to do, gripping the game piece and starting to move it the rolled amount of spaces. The rhythmic clack of the plastic against the board distracts you, bringing your focus off your weird new habits and back to the game.

"That's not all," Matt states, knowing you completely. You could tell him all about an event but leave one part out, and he instantly knows you're not telling him everything.

You look up at him, your eyes staring at his unfocused brown ones. They've landed on your chin, staring at the skin and making you shift slightly. You nibble a bit at your lower lip while he calmly sits there, waiting for you to talk.

"Well, I–" You sigh, stumbling a bit over your words. It's hard to adequately express how you feel and what you're trying to do. You take a deep breath through your nose, briefly flickering your eyes closed, "I try to see the world through your... eyes."

He lets out a huff of a laugh, a slight hint of hurt under the almost scoff, "Ha ha, very funny." He says flatly, raising his bottle to take another large gulp of his beer.

You furrow your brows, the crease between them growing as your lips turn down into a frown, "Huh? I– What's so funny? I try to understand you, to understand what you deal with, and you think that's a joke?"

"You don't understand, though." He snaps, placing his bottle down on the table with somewhat more force than necessary. His unfixed eyes are pinned to your collarbone, staring a hole through the bone.

You sigh exasperatedly, fingers tapping the table edge in frustration, "I mean, can't you see how hard I try?"

"No, not really." He jerkily moves his hand, pointing harshly to his face, "I am blind after all."

You cross your arms, face twisting in irritation. This isn't the time for Matt's smartass remarks. "Really, Matt?" You tip your head to the side, shaking it with annoyance, "I try to understand what you deal with because I fucking love you, and you find all of it funny?" Tears near the surface, burning your nose a bit.

Instantly, you see Matt's expression change, tasting the salt in the air. "Angel..." He breathes into the cool night air, his soft voice nearly drowned out by the city's roaring ambiance pouring in through the barely opened windows. He shifts around the coffee table, scooping you up into his hold. His muscular arms wrap around your waist, cradling you close to his body.

"I go to parks, close my eyes, and listen to people like you do." You huff out through slight sniffles, "And I have this favorite garden nearby that I hang out at, where I close my eyes, smell the flowers, and try to pull the scents apart." You explain through a few tears as he quickly wipes them away lovingly.

"Really?" He asks in a murmur, realizing how much you genuinely are trying. The beautiful brown of his eyes swirl around with tears and love, showing you the vulnerability you're happy he's willing to share with you.

You nod into his shirt before pulling back and darting your gaze over his face. His slightly parted lips huff out small puffs of hot air over your face, dampening more when he darts his lips out to lick them nervously. His scruff brushes coarsely under your palms as you gently cup his face, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his cheekbones and jawline. Running your hands and eyes up to his brown eyes, lowered down to your chin. The dark, chocolatey color reflects the hue of blinking red and blue lights from the billboard across the street. His lashes flutter together, completely relaxing into your embrace as you smooth your fingertips over his lids.

You glide your hands over his scarred, rough skin and into his silky soft strands of hair. They mirror the comfort and velvetiness of your shared sheets, tangling around your fingers precisely the same way.

You tilt your head up, leaning toward his face to gently kiss him. You could stay here forever, sitting in his lap and showing him how loved he is. The world melts away; the only thing that matters is his touch against yours and his pure love and devotion. Eventually, you pull back, placing pecks on his lips before gingerly pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

You lower yourself back into his grasp, sighing in contentment as you lay your head on his chest. "Really." You confirm, nuzzling against his heartbeat, "And my favorite thing to listen to is your heart." You continue, stroking your fingers along his torso lovingly as you kiss where you lay, "It's the only thing in this world that brings me this much peace."

Matt's arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you into his hold entirely. He shoves his face into your hair, hot tears trailing down the strands and onto your neck. "I'm sorry, Angel." A soft peck is placed on the crown of your head, "I love you." He whispers against your skin.

"I love you too, Matty."

[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: kissing, a little tinsy bit angsty, flirtatious banter.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8 - Part 9 - part 10

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“Why’re you putting these up anyway?” You say standing at the bottom of the ladder that John is currently stood on, installing cameras he purchased for outside your home.

“Cause i’ll have to return to work this weekend and i’d like to make sure you’re safe.” you smile to yourself at his protective nature.

“I’ve lived here for ages and nothing has ever happened.” you reassure him as he descends the ladder.

“It’s for my peace of mind.” he says quietly between the two of you in the spring air.

“Okay.” you reply as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Onto the next corner.” he says gathering the ladder, walking to the other side of the house as his tool belt clings and clangs.

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“Anything you can tell me about this next mission you’re going on?” you ask as the both of you lay on the couch.

“I leave on Sunday and don't know when I'll return, that's all.” He tries to make his deep gruff voice soft it’s a cute attempt. He knew this was going to be the hard part for both of you. You want him to stay and he doesn’t want to go but duty calls.

“Mmm.” you breathe into his chest, trying to inhale him, commit his scent to memory sure it’ll linger but this is straight from the source.

“I'll call you when I can.”

“I thought you weren't allowed to bring a personal phone, that’s what Gaz told me.” you rest your chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Gaz isn’t the captain.” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ah abuse of power is it.” You quip. 

“If that’s what it takes to reach you.” You look away not being able to contain your blush after that as if he couldn’t feel your heartbeat quicken.

He lifts your chin back up, leaning down almost straining his neck for a kiss. Of course this kiss turns into more, you move further up the couch straddling his waist you’re hungry for him, for his kisses, groans, deep inhales of air, all of it. He’s flipped the two of you over pinning you beneath him with almost half his weight.

“John, why’re you teasing me?” You whimper.

“Not teasing, takin ma time.” 

He kisses down your throat, over your pulse to your collarbone ridding you of your shirt tossing it somewhere to be picked up later. This has been a common occurrence recently thing is he won’t fuck you. No, he will do everything else and give you absolutely anything you want except well what you want. 

“John.” You say as he starts to take your pants off.

“Yeah doll?” He slows the movement of his fingers and simply rests them on your hips.

“Why- why won’t you- you know fuck me?” So you did notice.

“Well because I- I actually-“ he’s a stuttering mess for the first time since you’ve met. 

“Do you not want to?” You begin as you sit up.

“Of course I do, believe me, but I want to savor you in every single way I can, you're irresistible as you are if I have you the way I want it’s all I’ll think about whilst also trying to not get killed.” He admits while comfortingly rubbing your thigh.

“Oh, that’s actually quite hot.” You feel a little bad, I mean who are you to demand something that’s literally a part of him.

“When I’m back I promise I'll give you my cock like you so desperately want.” Well damn.

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“Do you guys share a room wherever these missions are?” You ask as he dices up tomatoes for your antipasto Salad. 

“Em there’s rarely time for sleep but sometimes depending where we are we do and other times we don’t. Most times there aren’t even rooms there’s tents or simply no sleep.” He answers before tossing them into the large bowl beside his cutting board as you hum in understanding.

You didn’t know he knew had to cook, well sort of. He can grill, but that’s something that you cannot. So recently he’s been showing you how to smoke and grill different meats, today is what he said was the best of them all and longest cooking time, brisket. 

“Do they snore?” You ask as he laughs at your random questions.

“Yeah actually soap snores like a fucking pig, it’s horrible.” Now it’s your turn to laugh as he nods towards the door for you to follow him outside so he can check on the meat.

“Do I snore?” you ask sheepishly. He smiles looking over his shoulder at you, your arms crossed across your chest to make up for your lack of a sweater. When he sees you this way, so comfortable and raw, hair in your face and pajamas at 6PM, it’s everything and more. 

“You do.” your eyes go wide.

“No, do I really?” you seem so genuinely concerned.

“Doll everynight i've got to spend beside you has been the deepest and best sleep of my life, if you snore I've got no idea.” 

“Thank goodness.” You sigh out as he approaches you.

“Ready to eat?” He asks brushing hair from your face. 

“Yes.” 

Dinner is more talking than eating on your behalf, you want to soak up every second with him that you can. He listens intently wishing his brain was a recording machine so he could play it back when he needed to feel sane. 

“God John that was so good.” You say half an hour after he’s already finished his meal which was also his third serving. 

“I’m glad, you always cook. I'm happy to be able to provide you with this one thing.” 

“You’ve provided me with much more than this one thing.” You say with a soft smile, it’s so sweet it nearly knocks him breathless.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit.

“I know, doll.” He reaches across the table for your hand holding it firmly but not tightly as he looks away.

“But I know you have too.” His eyes return to yours.

“How will I spend my days without thee John Price? What will I do?” You say it over dramatically.

“Nothing too risky I hope.” He replies, eyes crinkling at the corner.

“Maybe I’ll skydive.” You tease.

“Please don’t.” 

“Can’t promise.” You joke.

“You’re going to give me more gray hairs.” He said showing you the few already on his head.

“That’s exactly what I want, I love the grays.” And he loves you, but he can’t bring himself to admit it although it isn’t even something he can try to rid himself of at this point it has consumed him whole, sprouting colorful and beautiful things inside him.

“Movie time my darling up we go.” He says as he stands motioning for you to do also. 

This is something that has become ritual, dinner then movie. It’s the perfect unwinding time although sometimes most times it turns into more.

“You pick?” You say as you hand him the remote, getting comfortable at his side tucking your head beneath his big arm. 

“You’ll fall asleep half way through this.” He looks down at your already drooping eyes.

“No I won’t.” 

“You will.” He plays a show you two had begun the other week as he settles in more comfortably moving one of your legs to rest across him. 

He’s laughing unaware of just about everything as his whole body shakes, that’s until he notices you’re not and to his not so own surprise you’re passed out cold. 

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When you wake it’s sometime deep into the night. The tv shows its rest screen and John is sleeping. Unfortunately after a weak attempt at falling asleep you’ve decided you're no longer tired so you just lay there, hand beneath John’s shirt rising and falling with every breath he takes. The only noise to be heard is his heartbeat and the clock ticking. 

You begin to overthink the more time passes, you’ll be alone in just two days. The comfort and protection John brings you will be miles away. This warmth that fulfills your soul won’t be in your home any longer. It scares you, how much you want him around how much you love him. You wonder if this is as hard for him as it is for you or if it’s something he’s gotten used to. 

It’s overbearing, too much. You untangle yourself from him, sliding your leg over his body and onto the floor, stepping as lightly as you can onto solid ground.

You tiptoe to the kitchen and open the fridge for water. You lean against the counter before taking a sip out of the bottle breathing deeply to calm your racing heart. You’re zoned out completely so much that you don’t notice John come into the kitchen till he’s placing his hands on your hips. 

“You scared me.” You jump slightly as he offers you a sleepy smile. 

“What’re you doing awake?” 

“Can’t sleep.” You say not meeting his eyes.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asks. 

“thought you’d need as much good sleep as possible.” You say quietly, leaning your head on his chest.

“That’s not as important as you.” He rubs a firm hand onto your back pulling you close. He holds you like this for what seems like eternity and you relish in it.

“I’m going to paint for a little, please go lay back down.” He looks exhausted as you finally bring your eyes to him. 

“Come paint in my room.” He is tired but he’d rather be sleep deprived than have you anywhere but next to him. 

“What? You’re crazy, all my stuff is in the sun room.” You say with a small laugh.

“Then I’ll move it, I can’t sleep when you’re more than 5 feet away from me.” 

“Okay.” You know he won’t give up so you’ve learned to give in.

You simply watch as he picks up the heavy canvas and its easel hauling it across the house as you grab your brushes and paints and follow. 

He sets it dangerously close to his side of the bed, he even moves the nightstand over to the corner to ensure you have enough room. 

“Perfect.” He says after pulling his desk chair out of his office and over to it.

“Yeah actually it kinda is.” You smile. 

“Well, have at it.” He says giving you a firm kiss then walking over to the bed and getting comfortable. You sit in his very big but very comfortable desk chair and begin to mix colors in the small pallet that rests on your thigh.

“Goodnight.” He says pulling the chair towards him with an outstretched arm for one more kiss which you happily give. 

“Night.” 

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It’s my best lol it’ll get better just getting back into my groove:)

As always love ya!!!

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[pizzaapeteer]

Mother's eyes

I don't know where this sad but kind of wholesome thought came from but here it is, where Theo meets your mother for the first time and finds peace in the concept. Warnings: angst, mention of death, grief, this is set after the hogwarts war. its also fluffy between theo + your mother.

Theo’s hand clamps, the moisture of his skin sweltering once again in his anxiety, and he wipes them on the back of his trousers. He gives you an appreciative smile when you take one in your own grasp, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s fucking nervous.

He’d been dreading this day for a long time coming a heavy weight pushes down on his shoulders. Not only was he meeting your parents, but he’d practically stolen you away for the last year and was apprehensive about their reaction given the final introduction. 

He hadn’t unwillingly kidnapped you, per se, but it wasn’t hard to convince you he needed time out of England in the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts. The trauma he had endured during his time associating under the Dark Lord had left him broken but free, and he needed the time with just you to heal.

He never intended to keep the two of you away from your family, but the two of you had gotten lost in the bliss of being in one's company. The time away from his old life, away from his father, the strain and guilt of being a death eater had eaten at him. Tearing away at his soul piece by piece, and without you and their time spent by the ocean sides in Italy, the darkness would have consumed him.

With just you, and the peace his hometown brought him, he could dive deep within his mind and heart. The memories of his once home, the family ties that connected him strongly to his madre, allowing him to reflect and, for once, grieve her in a way he always needed. He cried, a tidal wave of emotions that continued to pour, drenching you with every gasp. His heart clenched. It hurt as if his heart was being pulled in every direction and then diced each piece of his muscle, straining, ripping, and shredding. 

But you showed nothing but tenderness and caring for him, sweetly nurturing him and with each moment of vulnerability you encouraged him to rebuild his heart back up and gave him the strength to talk. He talked so much, spilling dreaded secrets and issues that had never tasted air, never seen the sun, and it felt good. He reflected on himself and his mother, and he felt a sense of pride at how his life had suddenly turned around. 

Despite these special months of rebuilding his strength and recapturing his love, moments of insecurity crept through the cracks. Returning to England reincarnated by the ghosts of his past, the reminders of who he had once been. Now standing at your parents' doorstep, he wished to shrink and hide in the safety and warmth of your pocket. 

Theo said little upon being introduced to your parents. He spoke his greeting, pleases and thank you, but ultimately let you handle the deeper discussions. His throat was dry, closing, searching for air, feeling constricted under the hardened gaze of your father. He strained his neck, trying to gain some comfort when you stole your father's attention, and he dropped his gaze.

Theo tilts his head analyzing the nicely decorated room, he sighed a shallow breath and met your mother’s eyes. Warm amber eyes that sparkled with sunlight dancing around the iris drew him in, her essence offering comfort in just one look.

The moment is quickly broken between them and his heart aches in the presence of a motherly figure. He thought he was ready for this, but as the air returns to his throat it evaporates from his mind, leaving him lightheaded. He excuses himself politely, striding with desperation towards the garden. 

The air encapsulates him like a tender hug, allowing his mind to ease and his lungs to catch up. He shuffles around, resting against the brick, the coolness grounding him while he inhales again, rubbing his temple. The air does him wonders, though he craves a cigarette intensely, something just to take the edge off, help him reel in the anxiety, but he remembers you told him once your mother hated people who smoked. 

He closes his eyes, focusing on how the night talks to him, zoning in on the sounds of wildlife thriving. The small chirps of insects and other sorts of creatures rustling amongst your parents' garden, content with their evening. Another deep breath he tries to push away the lonesome thoughts of his madre seeping in, the way his heart continues to ache being around your own. His eyes flutter open alertly, hearing the canopy doors shut gently behind the frame of your mother and he stiffens, straightening his posture in respect.

She had sensed he was feeling awkward and possibly shameful for his past and needed a break from the chatter of socializing. But the moment her eyes had peered into the young boys, she had sensed there was something more. She offers a comforting warm smile, approaching him with gentleness and observing his tense stature. 

“Nice night, isn’t it?” Her tone was soft, approachable, and it made him nod in agreement easily. His attention remains on the night sky overlooking the garden, continuing to channel his attention to the calmness that now overtook the creatures. 

As your mother walked closer, his eyes flickered over to her anxiously, watching how she made herself comfortable on the bench, sharing the same solemn look, mirroring his gaze. Taking a deep breath, she inhales the sweet aromas of the farm, the taste of spring lingering in the air. He joins her sitting down, the silence was pleasant between the two of them till she spoke again. 

“I love watching the night, thinking of all the wonders happening across the world. How the stars shine brightly, I like to think each one is a soul.” 

He turned his head attentively listening to her words, they held depth and carried truth within them. She met his gaze, and he studied her eyes, realizing he recognized the look she wore. He’d seen it in himself many times, and he understood she had similar experiences to him, a loneliness child suffering in anguish at the absence of a parent.

His own reflection for years had displayed the scared little boy who had witnessed her death. A child who was authorized one hour only in his room to grieve for the loss of his mother. For he was the prestigious son of the honourable Nott house, and the men in his family did not shed tears. His father was ruthless in the following years of her death, showering Theo with the type of coldness used between guards and prisoners.

That was how he felt, a prisoner in his own home, his own family and eventually in his own life. His father was a disease who had installed a disturbing line of morals for Theo, forcing him to follow that had essentially led to his dark path. Theo never thought he’d find happiness or love again under the authority of his father but meeting you had changed everything. 

The freedom he endured being away from his father helped establish his own acceptance. With your guidance, Theo welcomed the belief and pushed away the guilt of understanding he had only been a kid with no real choice but to follow alongside his father, or he would have faced a suffering worse than death. 

Your mother speaks again, pulling him from his thoughts. “She reminds you of her, doesn't she?” It wasn’t a question, but another truth.

He nodded, clasping his hands together, his nails lightly pinching his skin. This topic wasn’t one he had expected to experience on the night of meeting her. He finds his voice gruff and hoarse. “She does.” He felt no reason to lie or hide from her, no fear to not answer but he chooses not to expand.

You were one of a kind, a guiding light from his own despair and the love you’d given him was the missing piece he’d been searching for. You were soft-spoken and gentle, you always saw the best in him. It was in the ways your words struck him, the pride you bestowed upon him that ultimately reminded him of her. 

His eyes shift, noticing your mother's sudden opened stance, communicating the offering of a welcoming hug. His usual brow remains unmoved at the offer, biting his cheek, his decision beckoning back and forth of what to do. He wasn’t used to hugs despite the fair share he received from you, but this seemed different. 

His lack of unwelcoming makes your mother move closer and makes a concise decision. He remains still, not pushing her away when she embraces the lanky boy in her warm arms. He stiffens slightly but then that heavyweight lifts off of him and he releases a contentment sigh, finding his own arms reciprocating the hug around the frame of your mother. 

She hums in a soft tone, naturally rubbing with a tender touch on his back, hoping to soothe him as if he was her own child. They stayed like that for a moment, she could tell he needed one. He felt an ease of peace and acceptance swarming between the two of them through the comforting contact.

His head falls resting against her shoulder, his breathing laboured and broken in his containment of his tears. All he ever wanted in life was another hug from her, was to feel her sweet words talk to him. He finds himself squeezing her a little tighter, getting lost in the fantasy.

“Teddy baby.. there are two types of people in this world. There are ones who push away others and live a cold lonely life, and there're others who open their hearts to more. filling it with joy, love and happiness. Promise me you’ll always be the one to open your heart.” 

The reminder of his mother's words rattle in his mind, and when your mother pulls back gracing him with another kind smile, his heart swells with pride that he’s made his own mother proud. 

He felt a sense of peace in your mother's arms and knew his mother would be proud of her son and the world he escaped. He hasn’t even realized how much his mother continues to shine through him. He wishes his mother could have met you, and your warming spirit, but he knows he’s learnt how to love because of her.  

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[lialacleaf]

Simon Riley X Reader: Domestic Headcanons: Baking

Warnings: Simon misses his Mum :c, fluffy

Pt.2

Simon has very few fond memories of his family but he remembers how his Mum used to cook during the holidays, and would always involve him in the food prep to distract him from his Dad's foul mood.

After losing his family, cooking just isn't the same without his Mum, and even if he isn't on a mission he tries to avoid being in the kitchen because it just aches for him.

But then you come along, working on base under Laswell and Simon constantly hears you fiddling around in the kitchen. He avoids investigating like the plague for the first few weeks but eventually, his curiosity gets the better of him.

He finds you covered in flour in mid-October, making a pumpkin pie crust from scratch, and has to just stand there for a moment and watch in befuddlement as you swear at the bowl you just tipped over.

There's something bubbling on the stove, and you're too distracted to notice that your simmer pot is going to boil over. You've got a mix of orange and lemon slices with diced apple and cinnamon sticks. It's just like how his Mum used to make them.

The click of the stove dial has you jumping, having not noticed the shadowy figure of Ghost slipping into the kitchen.

"Heat's too high," he says, and you blink at him in confusion before understanding settles on your pretty face.

"Shoot! I...forgot to turn that down when I..." you gestured awkwardly to the bowl of flour and he tilts his masked chin downwards at you.

You give him an awkward smile before returning to the task of making your dough.

He doesn't leave immediately, just watches you struggle a bit with kneading the dough before he huffs and yanks his gloves off, pushing you to the side as he surprises you by properly kneading the dough, and laying it in the pie pan perfectly.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as you finish making the filling, and add it to the pie crust.

You can hardly believe that you're baking a pie with Lieutenant Ghost. You shrug it off however and pull two mugs from the cupboard, filling them both with the contents of your pot, however, when you turn around to offer him one, he's already gone.

The second time you're in the kitchen making apple turnovers for your co-worker's birthday, the window is open for you to enjoy an early November rainy day, and you're in your coziest pair of socks.

You almost don't recognize him, jumping at the sight of the tall blonde man who has materialized out of thin air to peel your apples. His eyes peek at you over the top of a black surgical mask, and you feel your heart stop, then start up again with a disjointed stutter as you take in the familiar chocolatey color.

He doesn't say anything, just peels the apples until the bag is empty. You reach for the last one and realize there's no Leuitenant to be seen.

The third time he joins you you're trying to perfect your gravy recipe. Most of the base's inhabitants have gone home for the holidays, but the few that have remained are planning a Thanksgiving potluck.

"You're still here." He actually makes you jump.

"Couldn't afford plane tickets for Christmas and Thanksgiving, and I'm not missing my Dad's pumpkin log and hot cocoa," you explain

He hums softly, leaning against the counter as he examines your cheese biscuits.

Your eyes widen slightly when you see him pull the surgical mask down just enough to take a large bite of the biscuit he nabbed off the tray.

You're greeted with the sight of a sharp jaw and full lips, and you quickly pull your eyes away, focusing on the gravy in your pot.

Something doesn't taste quite right, and you frown softly. Ghost leans over to take a deep whiff, bumping your shoulder in the process.

"You added salt?"

You offer him a deadpan expression.

"Scoot," he orders, pushing you aside and fishing a spoon out of the drawer. He nods to himself after a taste and proceeds to add a hefty helping of rosemary.

You try not to think about the fact that you've never seen his face before now as you try his concoction. It's not bad. "Where'd you learn how to cook, Ghost?"

He stares deeply at you for a few seconds, before he sets the spoon in the sink. "My Mum."

He leaves you after that, and you doubt you're going to see him at the potluck.

You don't see him in the kitchen again until December, and you're baking snickerdoodles to leave the boys with when you return to your family.

He's avoided the kitchen for a few weeks, and you're strangely relieved to see him lurking there.

"Wanted to give you this before you left."

He holds out a carefully wrapped package, and you accept it with a dumbfounded expression. He's out the door again before you've even thanked him.

A few days later you're sitting in the armchair of your parents' house, a pile of unwrapped presents at your feet as you carefully tear away the paper concealing the Leuitenant's gift. You're greeted with the sight of an old leather-bound book, one filled with handwritten recipes you realize upon closer inspection and an elegant Mrs. Riley engraved on the front page.

You have a feeling Ghost will be joining you in the kitchen more often. Maybe even Simon.

AN: Requests are always open!

[probablybadrpgideas]

hey do you have suggestions for what the ancient blue dragon has in his hoard? or the ancient red dragon?

i may be in a Situation

and i need to build 2 dragon hoards

in 2 weeks

and not break my campaign

That thing where the dragon's horde is precious memories like photos of its kids, but each dragon has the other dragon's precious memories.

Both dragons share one conventional hoard they have joint custody over, they move it between caves every weekend

The Red Dragon hordes only blue things, the Blue Dragon hordes only red things.

The Red Dragon hordes gold, the Blue Dragon hordes people's bank details.

One dragon hordes guards who cannot lie, the other hordes guards who cannot tell the truth.

The Blue Dragon hordes dice and RPG Supplements, the Red Dragon hordes, I dunno, porn and beer? I don't know what non-roleplayers are like.

The Red Dragon's horde is academic books, the Blue Dragon's horde is stolen treasure. This is because each of their hordes is formed of gifts from the other, because they're in love.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hello! Can i request Nnt Ban x reader relationship headcanons please? But can you pretend like he didn't like Elaine at all, because i don't lol, they didn't have relationship, feelings and everything like that. I hope it's fine, thank you in advance. World needs more content with Ban, im so glad you write for nnt🫶🏻

English isn't my native language, sorry for mistakes

Hello my dear! I am so sorry for the delay, work has been kicing my ass T^T

Your english is just fine dear! ( it's not my first language either :D)

I hope this is of your liking! Please let me know what you think!

Oh not proof read. I just went with it ... sorry.

TW: I wanted to add some angst so, mentions of fight and blood.

Tsuki's note : I got carried away. I hope it makes sense. If you would like, please skip the beginning to the HC part. I never really liked his relationship with Elaine. Is wrong in so many levels. SO many..

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You met Ban by chance.

You were stumbling through a forest when you met Elizabeth.

She was struggling with a bucket of water that got stuck on a root.

Hawk wasn't being much of help, so you decided to help her.

Roots off, bucket free, she went to thank you.

That is when she realized you were terribly pale, bleeding.

She asked Hawk to fetch someone to aid, but before you could argue you passed out.

When you woke up, you were on a bed, with a towel on your head and a work up Hawk next to you.

Despite his protests, you got up and went towards the voices.

There you found Elizabeth, King, Meliodas, Ban and through a window Diane.

Elizabeth was super worried about you and rushed you to sit.

The sins asked you what happened for you to get so terribly hurt - meanwhile, Ban made you a meal!

After explaining that you were betrayed by fellow knights and left to die as a bait as they ran from demons, the sins offered to help you fight off the remaining demons.

Of course, your meal got ready and it was the best thing you ever ate in your entire life!!

Well, you were a strong knight so, despite being injured you also took front in the fighting.

But not without Elizabeth and Hawk freaking out, Diane and Meliodas asking you to stay put, Ban and King teasing you.

Eventually Ban carried you away from the battle front like you were a potato bag.

Needless to say, you were pissed.

Sure, he had good intentions and did good food, but you ain't a bag!!!

Anyway, after this ordeal you hung out with the sins for a while.

Of course it was not for free you had to work at the boar hat waiting tables.

You were actually pretty good at it.

So Meliodas loved having you there. You had great balance, memory and strength so you could easily carry all the orders!

It also meant you grew closer to Ban.

He fond it very easy to work with you as you remember every order.

Eventually, you were also taste testing his new recipes.

Ban got very interested in you, as you were a good fighter yet had a rough time. You were good at waiting tables. Yet you shared so little a out yourself.

So he took upon himself to make you talk.

He teased you, took things to place them out of reach ( Ban is tall af) and also made sure to company you whenever you went.

Over time you opened up about yourself.

I got carried away, so moving on about the HC itself!

Ban is a super lovely and sweet partner.

Despite his teasing, he is very very caring.

He loves cooking for you!

But what he adores the most is when you cook for him.

Doesn't matter if you are good or not, Ban appreciates your efforts!

He is honest when it sucks though, but in a nice way. He will give you tips and teach you!

Expect him hugging you from Behind often.

When you are cooking you may find him stand behind you, arms trapping so he can cut whatever you were dicing.

When you are just the two of you, some deep and honest talks takes place.

Ban is a very touchy person, so cuddles and hand holding are expected!!

About cuddles, I strongly believe he likes to be the small spoon but won't admit it.

As the sin of greed, Ban will be greedy about your attention. He doesn't get jealous easily, but he does want your eyes on him.

He does show off to you.

He also shields you with his body, because he cannot die and all.

He doesn't think you are weak, is just... he doesn't want to see you get hurt.

When he looses his immortality you need to remind him to not shield you anymore.

Ban doesn't spoil you just with food. He also gets you gifts and things you wanted.

He adores laying on your chest or stomach while you play with his hair.

Ban being tall, means he will misplace your things or just carry you around on his shoulder or like a potato bag.

He thinks it's cute when you get annoying about being carried.

Ban can be a hopeless romantic too. Not always, but he can be.

If someone hurts you, he will wreck havoc.

Everyone better be ready to face him.

He will also rush you to Elizabeth to heal you.

It's must that you can along with the other sins.

They are his most precious people, after you.

Ban loves watching you bond with everyone specially Meliodas.

All in all, Ban is a sweet partner.

He loves you so much he is willing to move mountains.

Please spoil him just as much as he does for you, he will be the happiest man on the universe.

Ban is very overprotective too, don't take it as an insult for your strength, he just wants you safe and sound.

If you can fight by his side, he will be thrilled!!

So, be kind to Ban, he lived a lot, lost a lot. Allow him his cuddle time :3

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Thank you for reading! I am sorry for getting carried away lol. I hope it didn't get too weird? I thought of something at first but then... changed? But also didn't felt like deleting the beginning ... sorry!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Yeah I got a request. Cuddles with mommy characters of your choice would heal me of my ailments, like a victorian child who would be soothed by seeing the sea one final time before the affliction takes hold

(Genshin Impact/H:SR/GFL) Cuddling with Lisa, Yae, Yelan, Himeko, Natasha, Springfield, and RO635

That's...oddly specific.

Lisa cuddling with her S/O is comfortable and very lazy.

Whether it be reading a book, drinking tea, or simply enjoying each other's warmth, there will be nothing productive done that day.

But in order to achieve such heavenly bliss, they will have to work doubly hard right before, so that way they can lounge about with no risk of worrying about work.

That, or she'll find excuses. If it's raining, then oh well! Nothing to do but relax at home.

With her eyes slowly fluttering open, her head rests into the crook of S/O's neck, latching onto them with both her arms.

(Lisa) yawn "It's so early in the morning..."

S/O's eyes glance over to the wall before sighing.

(S/O) "It's ten."

(Lisa) "Hm...still too early, cutie..."

Though cuddling with Yae can lull S/O a somewhat sleepy state, somehow they feel like that's exactly what she wants.

Yae's smile seems to indicate she has something up her sleeve.

(Yae) "Oh? Why are you getting so antsy of all a sudden, S/O?"

(S/O) "I know that look, Miko..."

(Yae) "Do you now? Is it truly so mind-boggling that I too, can enjoy just some regular affection?"

...A moment of silence gives her the answer.

With a flick of their forehead, her hand playfully mimics a fox with her fingers.

(Yae) "Sorry to disappoint dear, but I just wish to spend some quality time today.~"

She of course, jumpscares them later to which she laughs endlessly about.

Yelan rolled the dice, and have dictated to her that she take a break.

And she wasn't really feeling like finishing the rest of work anyway, so this works out.

(Yelan) "Not planning on moving anywhere for a while, S/O?"

(S/O) "Guess not with you laying on me like this."

(Yelan) "Perfect, don't mind if I do.~"

Yelan rests her head on S/O's stomach and dozes off for a while.

S/O smiles as one hand brushes against her hair. Having her relax with them was a rare treat.

And though they didn't know entirely what she did, getting her to sleep with someone in the room meant she trusted them completely.

Plus, they knew Yelan would want to get dinner at some point tonight, no need to rush things, as she would say.

As the Astral Express is travelling through the stars, Himeko spends a good chunk of her time with S/O, close together on the couch.

Sometimes its drinking coffee together, sometimes its talking with the other crew members, and sometimes its even just sitting together in silence.

As much as their expeditions were ways for everyone to bond, it was the quiet moments like these that Himeko cherishes with her S/O the most.

After all, no one quite knew where their final stop could be, and-

(S/O) "Himeko?"

Himeko snaps out of her mini reverie and feels S/O grab her hand, turning to look at them.

(S/O) "You alright? You were spacing out a little there."

(Himeko) "Ah, don't worry, I'm okay."

Himeko lets S/O's head rest on her shoulder and she closes her eyes, committing this feeling to memory.

(Himeko) "I just want to stay this way for a little longer..."

Natasha lets S/O hold her after a long day, a feeling she very much welcomes.

(S/O) "Hey Nat, feeling tired?"

She hums in response, her body relaxing as their hand brushes some strands of hair out of her face.

(Natasha) "As always, my dear..."

S/O chuckled at that, and let her ramble on about her day, ranging from the state of patients or whatever shenanigans the Moles got up to.

Though she'd be right back to doing more tomorrow, for now she could at least enjoy the company of someone she loved.

It was nice to be pampered every now and then.

No objections from her when it comes to being looked after, instead of always the other way around.

Springfield's smile grows wider the moment she sees S/O come into her cafe.

(Springfield) "Welcome back, love."

(S/O) "Thanks. Mind if I get the usual?"

(Springfield) "Already in a cup."

Making S/O sit in a nearby booth, she finishes cleaning her cups before joining them, both of them snuggling into each other.

Though she was a T-Doll, the warmth she gave off was just as real as any human.

(Springfield) "Work around the base busy as always?"

(S/O) "Psh, especially when Kalina and the Commander have me running around!"

A soft giggle escapes her lips as one hand barely moves to cover it, letting S/O continue and listen intently, all while her arm wraps around theirs.

RO sighs when S/O asked to hold her.

She was still in the middle of processing some reports, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt.

At least no one was watching this time.

(RO635) "You have been working hard lately...Okay okay, come here..."

With a blush creeping onto her face, RO holds S/O tightly, and not giving them space to wiggle their way out.

Assuming they even would.

Hopefully, she wouldn't have to say out loud how much she loves them and that the blush on her would do all the talking.

(S/O) "RO, you're head is burning hot, you alright?-"

(RO635) "A-Ah! I'm fine just...j-just a little embarrassed."

(S/O) "I thought you'd be used to this by now-"

She turns to them pouting, but her hold on them has gotten tighter.