#I’m not gonna tag everything cuz I’ll be here all day

[leonsliga]

At the request of the wonderful @realmadrider, here’s some of my comfort footy vids 😁 happy watching!

All things DFB and Bundesliga:

Bayern Summer Games 2022 (especially the Guess the Song challenge)

Agility Challenge • Kimmich vs. Goretzka (AKA Kimetzka being an old married couple for nearly 7 minutes)

Wer kennt mehr? Leon Goretzka & Joshua Kimmich

Stadt, Land, Fußball - Thomas Müller and Leon Goretzka

Thomats Challenge: Bundesliga Edition

The big FC Bayern quiz with Manuel Neuer and Sven Ulreich

Google Autocomplete Challenge with Serge Gnabry and Leon Goretzka

Servus, Leon Goretzka!

Leon Goretzka vs. Julian Brandt: Buzzwire Challenge

Bundesliga Stars Try to Draw Their Team Logos - Witsel, Goretzka, and Co.

Mats Hummels vs. Thomas Müller: Me or Him Challenge

Pro vs. Pro:Direct with Thomas Müller

Read My Lips: 🇩🇪 vs. 🇫🇷

Close-Up with Leon Goretzka

60 Seconds Challenge: 🇩🇪🆚🇫🇷

Neuer, Müller, and Lahm making fun of Kramer’s memory loss during the 2014 World Cup final

One gotta go with Marco Reus and Julian Brandt

Manuel Neuer and Bastian Schweinsteiger dancing on the beach

Don’t get distracted! With Julian Brandt and Marco Reus

Müller & Co. Decorating the Christmas Tree

Hummels & Brandt: Which of You…

FC Bayern Teammate Insights

Neuer, Martínez, and Hernández Carpool Q&A

EURO Taxi with Thomas Müller and Mats Hummels

Manuel Neuer vs. Thomas Müller

New Season, New Berni ft. Müller, Neuer, Sané, and Davies

So feiern die Bayern das Triple

Neuer, Piszczek & Co. Try to Draw - Who is the Best Artist

Take it easy | BVB-Challenge with Marco Reus and Julian Brandt

Kimmich vs. Gnabry | Copy the Penalty Challenge

Chunkz vs. Neuer | YouTuber vs. Pro Keeper Penalty Shoot Out Challenge

Manuel Neuer im Interview

Who am I? BVB-Challenge with Mats Hummels and Marcel Schmelzer

Manu lifting up a jar of Nutella like it’s Simba

DFB Nutella Commercial

Will Grigg’s on fire! Is Mats Hummels terrified?

Bayern Summer Games 2021

Thomats Christmas Challenge

Serge Gnabry: Unlocked feat. Yung Filly

Who knows more? Marco Reus vs. Mario Götze - 2018 edition

Who knows more? Marco Reus vs. Mario Götze - 2019 revenge

Netradio Newcomer with Marco Reus and Julian Brandt

Best of Radio Müller

Thomats dieses Mal olympisch - eng subs

Don’t get distracted! With Mats Hummels and Marcel Schmelzer

Cow-Milking and Welly-Throwing | Team-Building Fun at FC Bayern

Shell Game w/ Manuel Neuer

Pantomime w/ Manuel Neuer

Drawing w/ Manuel Neuer

Marco Reus vs. Mats Hummels - Buzz Wire Challenge

Manuel Neuer reveals the results of his doping test (spoiler alert: it was urine)

Thomats Basketball Challenge

Thomas Müller “JAAA” compilation

A Spanish Lesson for Neuer with Thiago - Repeat after Me Challenge

Fußball-Dart: Goretzka gegen Burgstaller

You Have to Answer - Marco Reus

Bayern Team Photo Vlog

Who knows more 2.0: Brandt vs. Hummels

Thomats Tangram Challenge

FC Bayern wish you a Merry Christmas

Mario Götze’s Most Famous Picture

Mats Hummels pranks Gio Reyna

DFB Water Polo Teambuilding

Erling Haaland being a funny guy for 3 minutes straight

Bromance: Manuel Neuer & Leon Goretzka

Manuel Neuer, Per Mertesacke, & Arne Friedrich - Sky ad

Neustädter vs. Reus

Literally anything else:

50 most shocking moments of the 2010 World Cup

Jose Mourinho explains football to a baffled Ted Lasso

Timo Werner being the funniest German for 2 minutes (because he’s an adorable bean)

Lingard and Rashford | Roommates

Ney…freezin innit

Wingmen: Bruno Fernandes and Jesse Lingard

Manchester United x Stone Roses

I am Jose Mourinho 😎

Sergio Ramos drops the Supercopa under the bus

Marcelo, Bale, Ramos, & Co. joking around on a plane because why not

Lies | Toni Kroos & David Alaba

Kroos & Modrić | Teammates

Toni Kroos’s fantastic interview after RMA beat Liverpool in the UCL final

Luka Modrić taunting Gerard Piqué like the girlboss he is

Real Madrid x NFL with a heavy dose of Modramos

Roy Keane’s angriest moments discussing Manchester United - very validating as a United fan in the modern era tbh 😭

THE Kunessi stream - eng subs (55 minutes in all its glory)

When Kun met Leo

Kun calling Leo on stream

Sergio Agüero interviews Lionel Messi

Honestly every episode of the Champions

[n-anon]

DisMay 2019 Timeline

this is highly inspired by Fins ( @fear-is-nameless)  timeline series, I noticed that no ones really gone and done a timeline (that I’ve seen) for the discord and youtube incidents of May 2019, so I’m gonna do it, about 4 years late, hooray :P

Hit the keep reading cuz this is gonna be long!

along with tagging fin I should probably tag @isas-theory-wall​ and @jselorekeeper​ for this

May 7th

So ironically we’re getting to the bottom of this, by starting with the video of ‘I’ll Get to the Bottom of This...’ Where, we have Jack, playing a 3 scary game video, but right in the first game, something goes wrong and we here a very distorted voice thanking us for our ‘contribution to the video/his death’

May 21st

The start of Observation! And just like that game, we get quite a lot of references sprinkled throughout, and a very concerning ending clip of Jack disappearing at the end after a bunch of symbols flash on screen, along with him mentioning he loves wormholes and space

Meanwhile in the discord a few hours after this, a channel called ‘cgzintom’ in zalgo opens up, and we see familiar faces talking, along with ‘Jack’ who doesn’t seem to know who they are (called BoopyDoopy at this time) after which Chase tells ‘Jack’ he needs to wake up, the chat is deleted:

The  ‘ cgzinotm‘ code was infamously solved by yours truly, as its a Shift Cipher that means ‘Watching’

May 22nd 

FNAF VR’s first part comes out, and while nothing is glitchy about the video, Jacks whiteboard in the background has a familiar number lineup of 101610 

which while formatted wrong, is very close to 10/10/16 aka Anti’s first appearance and birthday, also in fun RGB colors!

On the same date, Jack uploads part 2 of Observation, where he not only glitches into the intro but continuing the creepy endings, we get to see a slow r moving camera focusing on the ship, which is flooded with ominous red lighting, until a very familiar silhouette appears in one of the many glitches.

May 23rd

Jack uploads Observation Part 3! And we get a very familiar neck movement, and our favorite phrase. Time is Broken.

May 24th

FNAF VR again! But this time. Theres a very familiar face. Along with a very familiar wheeze

Oh but thats not all, if you guessed ‘whats next another weird discord thing?’ Then you’d be CORRECTTTT. (you see why this was called Dismay?) A few hours before Observation Part 4 is uploaded, the mods begin acting....A little strange. And Jack himself begins...glitching. And it keeps happening, right as part 4 is uploaded, so we’re split between lines-

the mods begin trying to corrupt the others....and ask odd questions

Lauralie appears to be okay...But not for long

Now lets get to the meat of the matter, aka Observation Part 4 after ALL of that, theres no going back now- and Jack himself? Stuck in a loop, along with the words ‘Bring Him’

May 27th

3 days later, everythings back to normal, the mods are fine, jacks fine- But whats this? FNAF VR part 3 with a steel chair??? Theres a code here too! as stated in my code guide earlier its ‘Big plans’ in Enigma

June 5th 2019

While technically not in May, the final part of FNAF VR (and this large saga) Was uploaded in which there was a code on the whiteboard yet again, this time in ASCII85, which translated to ‘you can’t look away’

[coconurt]

Rottmnt Cassandra Writing Ref

So this is basically just a compendium of all of Cass's lines slapped into one place for me and @owlfacenightkit to use for reference cuz she's hard af to write lol

Quotes under the cut:

Hot Soup: The Game

Lieutenant: You have shown great skill as a new recruit of the Foot Clan. Your final test is a mission you must complete entirely on your own.

Cassandra: Excellent. What enemy of our clan am I to CRUSH BETWEEN MY FISTS?

Brute: No crushing. You are here to retrieve a mysterious artifact that was said to be in the possession of action film star Lou Jitsu.

Lieutenant: He was the best!

Brute: Oh yeah! Jitsu For Justice, that’s my favorite. It’s the movie that got me interested in crime.

Lieutenant: Ooh and Punch Chowder, he defeats an entire organized crime mob using clam shells as his only weapons.

Both: Hop soup!

Cassandra: Hai, Senseis. I will study these important motion pictures.

Brute: Anyhoo, you are to enter the auction house and retrieve any Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Cassandra: I will tear this place asunder until I find every Lou Jitsu item within its walls!

Lieutenant: Okay okay okay. Love the intensity, but let’s just go stealth. No muss, no fuss.

Cassandra: Foot CLAN!

Lieutenant: Somebody had her coffee.

…

Cassandra: Who are you? What are you doing here?

Mikey: I’m a customer, here to pick up my Lou Jitsu video game.

Cassandra: Lou... Jitsu?

Mikey: Are you narrowing your eyes because you like Lou Jitsu?

Cassandra: LOU JITSUU...! Yes Punch Chowder is my favorite motion picture film movie.

Mikey: Okay. Well then... What the?

Cassandra: I shall return. Stay here and do nothing.

Lieutenant: Recruit, what’s wrong?

Cassandra: There’s someone here. A talking turtle. And he is asking about Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Lieutenant: Those turtles again? They must be after the artifact, too.

Brute: Oh yeah, you’re gonna need help. We’ll be right over-

Lieutenant: No. You know the rules. To pass, she must complete her mission by herself.

Cassandra: Senseis, permission to vanquish his soul to the depths of oblivion?

Brute: Yeah sure.

…

Mikey: Hey, what’s the big idea?

Cassandra: An enemy of the Foot must perish. You will not claim the artifact!

Mikey: But I have a receipt! Is this how you normally treat customers? Ow! Cause if it is I’d like to speak to your supervisor! I’m not paying for that! Hey, it’s my game. You’re getting that soup, Lou baby. Solo mission complete.

Cassandra: Lou Jitsu. The artifact... GIVE IT TO ME!

Mikey: I said I own it fair and square.

…

Mikey: Yes Raph, I’m fine. I got everything under control!

Cassandra: I have the artifact! And you won't leave until I smash your shell into powder!

…

Cassandra: You can't hit me!

…

Cassandra: Knife throw!

…

Brute: Hello you. How’s everything going?

Cassandra: It’s under control. I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE! You’re finished, turtle scum!

…

Cassandra: Ha! Solo mission complete.

Brute: We’re here to rescue you.

Cassandra: NO! I had it in my hands. I was literally ready to leave. What part of "by myself" don’t you understand?

…

Lieutenant: Wait a minute? That is not the artifact we seek.

Cassandra: It’s the only Lou Jitsu thing here.

Lieutenant: Well then your mission is a bust... on a technicality of course. But don’t be discouraged. The road to success is paved with miles of failure.

Cassandra: I shall prove I am worthy next time!

Operation: Normal

April: Again? Come on, Leo. Ruining my normal day and laser tag? Laser tag is sacred.

Cassandra: Beyond sacred. How could you?

...

[Brute lands on top of Cassandra]

Cassandra: I shall require medical attention...

...

Brute: The dark armor is almost complete.

Cassandra: We are one step closer to its dark power. SO DARK! So powerful...

Sparring Partner

Cassandra: A pressing development sensei!

Lieutenant: Let me guess. You want to smash and/or demolish something?

Cassandra: No! I mean okay if you insist! I have spotted one of our origami soldiers loose in the city.

Lieutenant: What was he doing out there alone?

Cassandra: Attacking! May I join him in wiping out peasants one speck at a time?

…

Cassandra: Don't make us pulverize your guts into gut bits. Give us back our origami man!

Raph: Of course he was yours, but now he seems more like a free agent, so you can just go home. Thanks though!

Cassandra: We will do nothing of the sort, you are so not reading our tone.

…

Raph: He's my new best friend, and if anyone wants to take away my buddy, they gotta come through me.

Cassandra: Touching! And in case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm!

Lieutenant: We could never let you keep him! Shred him, recruit!

Cassandra: My extreme pleasure.

How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will

Draxum: Pure insanity.

Cassandra: Yes. I can’t believe they promoted Jocelyn over me. I know her parents are big donors, but come on!

…

Draxum: What is this place? Are we here to reign waste to these pathetic humans?

Cassandra: No. We’re here to get coffee for the entire Foot Clan. And a vegan coconut scone for the boss.

Draxum: Draxum is no errand boy.

Cassandra: To become a full member of the foot, one must show commitment, and patience. I have been training since I was seven!

Draxum: Madness! Baron Draxum takes what he needs now!

Cassandra: I have been doing this all wrong.

Draxum: Indeed. Waiting is for fools.

…

Brute: We’re putting you on Strike Squad Special Force Delta.

Cassandra: I was born for Strike Squad Special Force Delta. I shall CLEAVE OUR FOES IN TWAIN!

Lieutenant: Okay okay, love the enthusiasm, but actually your assignment is....

[scene wipe]

Cassandra: Lookout support duty. We’re the lookouts for the lookouts?

Draxum: This is beneath us both.

Cassandra: You know, I was accepted to every clan I applied to.

Draxum: With my powers, I could be in charge of this clan. Surely there must be some way to take control from them.

Cassandra: Hah, unlikely. According to our laws, one can only take control of the Foot Clan by succeeding where the leaders have failed. And my senseis do not fail.

Draxum: We shall see.

…

Draxum: What’s going on there?

Cassandra: Hai. I will alert the lookouts. CAW! CAW!

Draxum: Stop that! If we want to improve our ranks, we must handle this ourselves.

The turtles: Smell it smell it smell it!

Draxum: What are they doing?

Cassandra: No doubt a cunning plan to disrupt our mission to get the dark armor?

…

Cassandra: This must be a trap. But if there’s one thing I learned from you, it’s that we get nothing from waiting! FOOT CLAN! Vermin, prepare to taste my wrath.

Cassandra: [coughs] This… was… a... trap...

Leo: No. That was all you.

Mikey: Wow. She went all in on the stink. Nice work, frenemy.

Cassandra: YAAHH!!

…

Lieutenant: Get them!

Cassandra: I will grind you into fertilizer!

Harold: The corpse flower! Protect the begonias. I’ll go save Jewel! This is what you've been training for, Harold.

Cassandra: You will never stop us from collecting the dark armor!

…

Draxum: Would you like to do the honors?

Cassandra: Kali Ma!

...

Lieutenant: So, Draxum! We have some good news about your future in this organization.

Brute: Oh yeah. Really good news.

Draxum: Silence.

Cassandra: Assistant? But I thought we were partners.

Insane in the Mama Train

Cassandra: Hey! You’re holding up the line!

April: Oh, okay!

[April catches up with the Foot and onto the train.]

Cassandra: I swear the greatest threat to this ancient mystic clan is line inefficiency. Now move... PLEASE?!

…

Cassandra: I’m going to enjoy breaking every single bone- Is there something different about you guys?

Lieutenant: Yeah. They’re even lamer than before.

Cassandra: The sickest of burns!

Lieutenant: Whatever happened to hero-villain banter?

…

Cassandra: Hey! You guys are gonna pay for this!

...

Cassandra: [fends off an attack] Not me, you idiot!

...

Cassandra: [playfully intercepts Raph and giggles] Nuh uh...

…

Lieutenant: Uh oh.

Cassandra: Where is everybody?!

Many Unhappy Returns

Cassandra: [appears out of a portal] Senseis! My fury is unbridled and ready for-

Cassandra: [gasps] You resurrected the Shredder without me?!

Always Be Brownies

Julia: Boss, I know sales are down. But you got to believe me. It’s not my fault. There’s this new super cool hairy teen in skinny jeans slinging cookies like rocks.

Cassandra: Cookies?! The peasants of desserts are beating my brownies?! THIS WILL NOT STAND!

Julia: Excellent. I shall crush our chocolate chip enemies between my fists.

Cassandra: No! Bring them to me. These fashion-forward punks are either going to work for me or they’ll NEVER GO TO WORK AT ALL!

…

Cassandra: Do not lie to me, Lou Jitsu! I know you’re here to stop my world takeover!

Splinter: World takeover?

Cassandra: YES!

Splinter: As grandma CJ?

Cassandra: Brownies are the key. You sell enough you, get to meet everyone. Fortune 500 CEO's, mayors, world leaders. Once everyone knows our brand, we’ll be able to get into any office in the world. Even the oval one.

Splinter: Sounds complicated. How long is this going to take?

Cassandra: Based on my projections and facing inflation and natural disasters of the cocoa region, it should only take… ten years?!

[She begins to cry]

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] You know, those foot clan guys, they never really treated me right, but we were doing cool stuff. You know, like trying to raise the Shredder. You do that, and you're top dog. The world is your oyster to crush. Now I’m looking at brownie projections and watching the next ten years just bake by. I’m a failure.

Splinter: Just because you failed doesn’t mean you’re a failure. You’re focusing only on the negative, not the positive.

Cassandra: What do you mean?

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] Thank you so much. You’re such a great listener.

Splinter: I feel like I did most of the talking.

Cassandra: I feel like things are gonna be different now on. From this day forward...

Splinter: You’re going to start being a good person...?

Cassandra: ...nobody will stand in my way to world domination!

Splinter: Wrong lesson! Wrong lesson!

...

Cassandra: You’ve taken out my entire Brownie clan. Impressive.

April: Let him go.

Cassandra: Make me.

Splinter: Everyone calm down. I’m sure we can all find a way to get along.

Cassandra: Enough! Talk's cheap.

April: I couldn't agree more.

Splinter: See how much you have in common?

April and Cassandra: No, we don't. She's my enemy!

Splinter: Need I say more?

April: Give me back my money and the rat.

Cassandra: How about I let him go but I keep the money.

…

Lou Jitsu: There is no one path to success, other than the one you make. If a popular punch isn’t working, approach your problem with a flaming gorilla armbar!

Cassandra: Yes! Teach me how to armbar my way to world domination!

Battle Nexus: New York

Splinter: I don't know. Todd's lemonade especially tastes pretty real to me.

Cassandra: And magical as promised.

…

April: My friends!

Splinter: My sons!

Todd: My BFFS!

Cassandra: My enemies!

Draxum: Told ya.

…

Cassandra: Leap of faith! [jumps and falls off the boat]

Draxum: Oh look, a ladder.

…

Big Mama: I don't think so!

Cassandra: Intercepting!

…

Cassandra: Master?

Big Mama: Ignore the turtles. Follow the warrior alchemist!

Cassandra: So that's how…

Draxum: No!

…

Cassandra: There is no Shadow Fiend… only…

Raph: What? Uh oh.

[Shadow Fiend's cloak is torn off to reveal Shredder.]

Cassandra: The Shredder!!

Cassandra: Master Shredder, destroy your enemies.

…

Cassandra: The turtles are of no concern to us, but you enslaved my master. Now you will lose everything! I'd run if I were you.

[The Nexus Hotel explodes as Cassandra flies off with the Shredder.]

Cassandra: FOOT CLAN!

E-Turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Cassandra: Master Shredder. You have returned to us after 500 years. The Foot Clan can finally fulfill our mission and do your dark bidding.

…

Cassandra: [angrily snatches the apple slices from Brute's hand] How dare you?! The Shredder is our master.

Cassandra: [furiously shoves the slices in her mouth] You will respect his DARKNESS!!

…

Cassandra: Enough!

Cassandra: I found Shredder, I will decide our next move. And I say we remove this collar and bring him back to his full Shredder-ness!

…

Cassandra: Stupid mystic collar! Oof!

[Cassandra falls over right off the Shredder. Brute and Lieutenant eat ice cream.]

Lieutenant: Still want to be in charge?

Cassandra: Zero regrets!

Shreddy or Not

Foot Lieutenant: So it's just kind of the three of us at the moment.

Cassandra: But we have the will of thousands!

Cassandra: [enthusiastically hugs Shredder] Tell us your bidding.

…

Splinter: I can't believe you're back with these Foot clowns! You could be so much more than that!

Cassandra: I am loyal to the Foot and Master Shredder. FOOT CLAN!

Rise

Cassandra: [trying to get Brute and Lieutenant out of the rubble] Master Shredder, our comrades are injured.

Shredder: Forget them, you are my new general now. Come.

…

Splinter: Having doubts, young one?

Cassandra: I am having zero doubts. I am a general now. It's everything I have ever wanted and it's... perfect.

…

Shredder: You dare defy me, general?

Cassandra: The name's Cassandra. Cassandra Jones!

…

Splinter: My family. Thank you, Cassandra.

Cassandra: My friends call me Casey.

Some notes:

This girl is a freaking badass

I wish we'd gotten a canon age for her

I digress

Uses very formal language (i.e. very rarely uses contractions in speech, etc)

Used "shall" six times throughout the series

Extremely enthusiastic statements. Caps and italics definitely called for when writing her

Uses mostly short, choppy sentences. When writing, must refrain from flowy, long-winded dialogue, sweeping declarations, etc.

I feel like, when written out, the bulk of her normal speech (i.e. that's NOT shouted exclamations) is kinda less extreme than you'd expect it to be. Aside from being pretty formal most of the time, it's just. Pretty normal speech.

And that's it! If you're NOT Owl and you're somehow still reading this, thanks! Hope this helps! And if I've made any errors or omissions, let me know!

[racerchix21]

Christmases With You

Word Count: 1518

A/N: A couple days late I know but it’s sweet and fluffy.

Summary: Christmases with the Shield boys are always an adventure but for once they get a nice little break from work and the chaotic mess that WWE is. Seth's got something special planned this year and well maybe his boys have some surprises of their own.

Tagging: @niknakbucks92 @queenslayer1985 @queencherryberry @sunnyfleur23 @tatsueigo @wickedsunfire @youngloveleroy @wildwolfxstrangledwolf

Work Text:

If anyone had told Seth Rollins last Christmas that he’d be waking up with a sleepy armful of Dean Ambrose, he’d have punched them in the face. Especially after everything he’d done to Dean and to Roman breaking their hearts over and over. Speaking of Big Dog, Seth reaches behind himself to find the other man and comes up with cold sheets.

Leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Dean’s forehead, Seth murmurs “I’m gonna go find Rome and get us coffee, baby boy. I’ll see if I can’t convince Big Dog to let us open our presents a little early cuz I got a little surprise for you.”

Seth laughs when he sees how his boyfriends eyes light up at the word surprise and suddenly he’s laying in bed by himself. As he gets out of bed himself he can hear Dean stumbling down the stairs and a grunt as Roman eats an Ambrose elbow if Seth guesses correctly.

“Dammit, Dean slow down before you break something. If you break yourself, Seth and I aren’t gonna be able to love on you the way you wanna be,” Roman growls and from where he is on the stairs Seth can see the way Dean shivers at Roman’s words.

“But Ro, Sethie said he got us a surprise and I wanna see what it is. Don’t you wanna see what he got us? I bet it’s cheesy but classically Seth. Maybe it’s a puppy or mayb-,” Dean rambles, getting cut off by Roman and Seth sandwiching him between them.

“Yeah baby boy I did say a surprise but Romie’s right you do need to calm down for a minute. Let’s go eat breakfast then we’ll see about opening up presents, okay? I promise it’ll be worth the wait,” Seth murmurs against his neck glancing up at Roman and recognizes the look of interest in his eyes and the split lip he got courtesy of Dean’s elbow. “You okay there Big Dog? Let’s go get that cleaned up before we eat breakfast.”

“It’s fine Seth. Let’s go eat real quick so someone can get his surprise or we’re gonna have a grumpy, pouting Ambrose to contend with and we both know what that’s like.”

“Come on! Sethie, Rome please please please can we go open up presents? It’s not fair how long you guys are making me wait to open up presents,” Dean practically begs knowing exactly how to get his boys to do whatever he wants. He knows that a combination of begging real pretty and puppy eyes 99.9% get to Seth and if Seth falls for it Ro isn’t far behind.

“Fine, but I get to pick what movie we watch tonight. No buts Ambrose,” Seth consents before looking once again at, “so Ro are you ready to go see what I got the 2 of you?”

“Yeah sweetheart but not Die Hard. I’m not watching that movie again for the billionth time. I hope you guys like what I got you, I didn’t have a ton of time to get you anything too special since they’re working me harder this year than normal.”

“We’ll love it regardless, Ro. You don’t have to get us anything at all if you don’t want to. All I need is you guys and my life is perfect,” Dean says leading Seth into the living room immediately diving for the presents under the tree as Roman walks in with coffee.

“So what kinda thing am I looking for Rollins? I want my I wanna know what you got me!”

“I’ll go get your surprises here in a few minutes. First I wanna give y’all a little something because otherwise I’m gonna chicken out of it. Look up in the branches right above your head and grab those 2 little bags hanging there then come over here.”

Grabbing the bags, Dean makes himself comfortable curled up against Roman’s side handing him his own little gift. “So can we open them or do we need to wait?”

“Open them,” Seth says nervously slipping off the couch to perch on the coffee table right in front of his men. He’s been waiting for the perfect moment to give these gifts to Roman and Dean both and Christmas seemed a good a time as any.

“You got us dog tags?,” Dean says sounding disappointed. “That’s all that’s in here. I thought you said it was a surprise and I figured it’d be something good,” he pouts then corrects himself when he sees the look on Seth’s face. “Seth, I’m sorry baby.”

“No, no you’re not entirely wrong, Dean, but do me a favor and flip it over?

Ambrose + Reigns + Rollins = FOREVER

I know it’s kinda goofy but I wanna have you guys here with me for the rest of forever and since we aren’t allowed to be open about our relationship at work. I thought this way we’d always have each other without anyone else having to know about it. I guess what I’m trying to ask is will you guys be my forever and a day? Be my lovers for a lifetime? Buy a cute house, adopt a bunch of puppies with me?”

Launching themselves at their boyfriend, Dean and Roman attack Seth with kisses. “So is that a yes, then?”

“Hell yes! Yes!!,” Roman and Dean yell over each other laughing.

“Well, Deano, Ro I got you guys one more thing and I got a feeling you’ll love them as much now as you did when we saw them a few weeks ago. I had Cesaro and Sheamus bring the 2 of them over this morning,” Seth says getting up and walking out into the garage to grab his boys last surprises.

Carrying in a little bulldog puppy and a tiny golden retriever pup, Seth watches with a soft smile when their eyes light up as the puppies run off to attack them with kisses and then when they turn their attention to Kevin. “I saw the way your eyes lit up D, when we were at the shelter donating some of Kev’s old toys so I worked it out with Shannon the volunteer that showed us around for me to pick him up closer to Christmas. She called a few days ago and said that they had gotten in a sweet little golden retriever puppy that had been found on the side of the road that needed a good home and I remembered you saying something about always wanting one, Ro so I adopted him too!”

“But I thought you said we couldn’t get a dog. You guys said we didn’t have time for another animal that Kev and Darrell were already not getting enough attention,” Dean softly says.

“Well baby boy, I know that you’ve been wanting a dog of your own and the shelter said that when we left that little guy was heartbroken because he didn’t get to come home with us. Once I heard that I couldn’t think of a reason why he shouldn’t have a home with lots of toys and treats and an owner that’ll love him to death. Besides you said something about feeling a connection with him and apparently you aren’t the only one who’s had a bad start at life.”

“They’re perfect, Uce. Thank you, sweetheart for remembering me too,” Roman says pulling Seth in for another sweet coffee flavored kiss. Hearing Dean grumbling beside them, they take turns peppering his face with kisses and at one point licking his cheek just to hear him sputter some more at the indignity of it.

“Well I know these aren’t anything too special and they’re definitely not puppies but I hope y’all like these,” Roman says quietly handing Seth and Dean hastily wrapped gifts. Watching his boys open them he can see the minute it sinks in to Dean that he’s holding a box full of old wrestling tapes and the vintage shirts he’d been looking at the last time they’d been in Vegas. Seth has a similar look seeing the multiple coffee pods from a couple dozen countries and the printed confirmation sheet for tickets to go to a big concert he’d been talking about since the tour was announced.

“I got you guys a surprise too but it’s too big to bring in here so you’ll have to follow me,” Dean informs them walking down the hall to the spare room they’d been using for storage. Opening the door and stepping aside, Seth and Roman peer in to see that Dean turned it into a giant home theater with a full stocked snack bar. “So whatcha think? I figured we could all use a nice little place to kick back and relax when we’re home. I also had some help turning the basement into a home gym that we all use and yes Sethie you can do CrossFit down there. Don’t worry Rome there’s a big couch down there we can sit on to admire our man working out,” Dean says in a stage whisper just to watch Seth’s cheeks turn red.

[whosbex]

*drops my pile of questions like a stack of heavy books* I decided to ask a little of everything:

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

13. What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

29. What’s your revision or editing process like?

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

33. Do you want to be published some day?

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

38. Would you ever write commissions?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

48. What do you look for in a beta?

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

62. Thoughts on cliffhangers?

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

72. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Okay so I’m not even gonna number these cuz this is a lot 😭.

My creative process is like an on and off switch. Due to ADHD I’ll have an idea for a long time decide to map the story out then procrastinate…for a very long time

TBH I get inspired by other people’s fanart and fanfics.

Now pls don't copy your Auntie Caspian over here but I really just do what ever POV I want to do and feel in the moment if I want to change it I just go back and write it all over again if it's not too late.

If I do receive feed back I feel great! I really enjoy seeing comments and stuff and when I don't I feel fine but kinda overlooked if I'm being honest.

Prep the storyline and lore before anything. If you have all that sorted out you'll be given the liberty to choose what you want in the story or not.

When I have block I just make fanart or make the chapters in my head until I make myself so excited that I want to write again.

Really depends right now I'm doing a DK Fam AU/what if series but IDK what to call it except that (if ya'll have any suggestions pls DM me)

I only have one fic on AO3 so it would be tangled and tts characters lol

One thing that I have noticed( other than always finding a way to add Hispanic/Filipino culture in my fics) is that I tend to be very descriptive about surroundings and how the character feels.

Um I'm fairly new so idk about a lot of genres but all I know right now is that I will never make a story where the main character or any characters that have made it to the end to have a bad ending,if that makes sense. Like I want them to be happy after all the trauma I put them through.

Best advice: to plan things out and to have a draft

Worst advice: that I can't wing it. I do think planning is important but sometimes the best ideas come last minute.

Favorite part of writing: that I can put myself in the characters and what they go through and that I can use it as therapy for myself.

Least favorite: actually writing XD jk but kind of not lol. I also don't like how long editing can be but it's more fun when you can do it with a friend/beta reader yk?

It's long I can tell you that. If I don't have block editing is probably whats taking the longest.

I start with the characters and as I find out who the characters are then I make the plot as I see fit for them and how it can make them stronger and better.

YES ABSOLUTELY!!! I hav this OG story I'm working on and I really want it to be published some day and hopefully that day will be reality!

That I have improved and that I have put a few chapters out.

Depends on what they ask for.

Okay so a small thing I'm doing for my 'What if series' for tts is that I'm making Andrew a good guy and prince of Saporia. and I am also doing a lot of lore for that and giving him an angsty back story.

I'd like to see some Cass and Andrew fanart or some art of the DK cousins which would be Eugene,Cass,Varian and my two OCs Elana and Caspian.

Yah I would re-read fics I haven't because I have a lot to read but I would.

Angsty and wholesome. I wanna try to add a smidge of dark romance but I'm not that good at it so I might practice on that before I publish anything lol.

It's not too long but it can be painful. (if yk yk)

I like them to be honest but not mean when it comes to constructive criticism. and if you have any ideas for the plot or story I honestly would like to hear them out!

YES!!!! I like to respond and see what y'all think. I haven't gotten many but I do like to respond.

How I put a piece of myself in my characters.

It goes back and forth between my OCs and Cass from tts.

How detailed I can be.

I wait until I finish the chapter then I edit.

The lore planning.

She haven't commented ( at least i don't think she has) on a fic but they've helped me brain storm. And it felt nice and cool that I can call her a friend.

If I'm making a second book then yah I like cliffhangers,BUT THEY ARE SO PAINFUL AT THE SAME ASS TIME!!!!

Cass and Andrew scenes,Saporian lore,and Andrew's background. And ofc Erin and Hector moments.

I don't mind prompts.

Look at other people's work.

I'm very enthusiastic,and most of the time others say they can tell lol.

Honestly I don't think I've come across this problem the only thing I have trouble is finding the right words to put the scenes is play.

I write the scenes I'm excited for on paper and then write start to finish on my lap top.

What I think makes me stand out are the characters I create. All of them have either a part of me or have gone through the things I have or are modeled after people in my life.

[indigoh4ze]

use your words || t.n & d.m

warning- SMUT // face riding, blowjobs, mommy kink, d/s dynamic, a lot of praise, lmk what else

sub!draco x dom!theo x switch!fem!reader

a/n- i've never wrote for theo but this idea came to mind cuz i've been seeing alot of him sooo here it is! enjoy and send in some theo requests if you have any. also i tagged my draco taglist for now since i only just added theo

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looking to your right, draco’s feet were draped over the arm of the couch, his head on your lap like your thighs were his own personal cushions.

theo, who sat on the left, was playing with the strings of his joggers mindlessly, and your head laid limp against his shoulder, fingers raking through the blond hair on your lap.

draco was beginning to get whiny, squirming as he turned to nose at your thighs, almost hitting your crotch- causing you to tense mildly and inhale sharply.

“dray, y’alright?” you questioned with a knowing gaze, coaxing him to look at you, which he did, though a pout was drawn onto his lips.

“wanna go t’bed, mommy,” theo now put his attention on draco, cocking his head and scanning his eyes over the boys state, a mess with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

you looked over at theo for permission, wasting no time in bringing draco to his feet with the gentle touch of your hand on his bicep. once you all made your way over to draco’s private dorm, theo guided the both of you to the unmade bed.

draco immediately found shelter by your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving wet kisses along your jawline, pulling quiet and breathy moans from your throat.

“how about you tell mommy what you want, dray, use your words like a good boy,” theo gently purred, now squatted in front of draco, two hands placed soundly on the boys knees, the pad of his thumb soothing circles.

draco seemed to hesitate, awfully flushed in this headspace, distracted by the intense whirling in his core. “w-wanna feel good,” he mumbled, though he was nudging so close to you that his words came out muffled.

it took theos strong grip on his jaw to steer him away from you, and you placed a hand on his thigh to relax his nerves. “c’mon now, be a good boy and then we can help you, alright?”

nodding, draco slowly parted his lips, “want you to touch me, please?”

“with what, baby?” now it was your turn to question, and draco looked up at you, gulping.

“dunno, mommy.”

but it was evident he did know, because he looked down and bit his lip, feeling even more nervous as all the eye were on him.

so you ran tender fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his cheek, bringing him to lay back. the boy followed without question, then scrambled to meet your requests of discarding his shirt.

theo stood, doing the same and then moving onto his buckle, the metal clacking together and filling both you and draco with suspense of what’s to come.

“doll, wanna be a good girl and get on your knees?” theo insisted, and you practically fell to the floor, urgently doing as he asked, in return gaining a proud smile from the boy.

the brunet walked over, stroking a piece of hair behind your ears and then looking back at draco, who was sat up on his elbows and awaiting attention. “dray, how about you ask nicely, and y/n/n will make you feel really good?”

“p-please, wanna feel your mouth around my cock, waited all day f’you, please?” draco hastily blurted, a glimmer of lust molded into his gray eyes.

“good boy,” with the praise, draco’s heart swelled, and theo leaned down, tilting the boys chin up and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. draco melted into the kiss, desperately using his tongue and making theo grin slightly into the kiss before moving away.

you were simply watching from your knees, a pout constructing its way onto your lips at the lack of attention. as if reading your mind, theo spoke, “go on, bunny, suck him off like a good girl and then i’ll make that little ache in your tummy go away, how does that sound?” his soft spoken words and vibrant visage had you nodding eagerly. as a reward for your obedience, theo mirrored his previous actions, leaving a kiss on your lips and pecking them once more for extra effect.

theo aides draco in taking off his undergarments, and now it was your turn to comply to theos requests, signaling draco to move closer to the edge of the bed so you could get the perfect angle of his cock from your kneeled position. he was gripping the silk sheets with a strong hand, watching the way you took his cock in your hand and began to set a rhythm around it. your simple actions drew soft whimpers from the boy, and theo watched from where he was leaning against the wall, cock straining against the material of his boxers.

“does that feel good, dray?” you inquired, and draco nodded quickly.

“words, dray,” theo reminded the boy from the side.

“y-yeah, feels really g-good mommy,” his sentence ended with a yelp as you brought the tip of his cock between your lips, the warm muscle stroking it before fully submerging it inside the warmth of your mouth.

draco released a lewd moan, and in the corner of your eye you saw the licentious smirk drawn on theos lips, which had your cunt throbbing through your panties even more. the boy in front of you had his eyes closed, though he couldn’t keep them shut for long as he wanted to watch how well you took him.

pre-cum dribbled from his tip, and you gagged lightly around him as theo padded over to assist you - holding back your hair in a makeshift pony tail and guiding your head so his cock slid gingerly through your swollen lips. a few bucks of his hips was all it took for him to become a moaning mess, whines spilling freely off his tongue with less shame, eyes unable to keep off the sight of theos lips attaching themselves to the flesh behind your ear every now and then.

soon, draco was emptying inside your mouth, cock driving into you one last time before he dissolved into pleasure. you dragged the climax out as long as you could before gasping for air, licking your lips and lulling your tongue out for theo to show him you swallowed everything.

theo gave you a pleased smile and an affectionate kiss on your temple before standing to sit by draco. “feelin’ better?” theo queried with a lopsided grin.

“much,” draco nodded, kissing theos cheek and then looking down at you. “thank you, mommy.”

“of course, love,” you were standing now, giving the silver haired boy a kiss and then looking at theo expectantly.

“i want you to ride my face now, angel, sound good?”

“yes please.” you said with eager eyes.

“good,” theo breathily chuckled, “and draco, you’re gonna be a good boy and suck me off, yeah?”

once draco had responded with just as much eagerness- enthusiastic at any chance to pleasure his boyfriend- it had begun.

theo’s on his back, your flimsy panties discarded along with your shirt, and draco between theos legs and in front of his now exposed cock. slight hesitation came over you before you managed to maneuver yourself above theo’s face. the heat of his breath fanned against your cunt and you shivered from that alone, non stop blood rushing through your body.

finally, theo’s lips connected with your folds, already soaked from your arousal. his tongue worked deliciously against them, opening your lips and gaining access to your bundle of nerves, suctioning the nub with fervor. draco began his ministrations on theo’s cock, which had the brunet groaning into your pussy.

moans were pouring out of your mouth, fingers intertwining with the strings of hair at theo’s scalp, your free hand gripping the top of the bed frame as you slightly rolled your hips against his mouth. draco was speeding up, which meant theo was gaining more and more pleasure, resulting in you shivering from the stimulation.

“fuck— theo, right there!” you gasped as his tongue flicked the perfect spot repeatedly, swirling and sucking as wet noises echoed throughout the room, along with other sounds of groans and moans.

lifting your hips from theo’s grasp for a second, the boy peered up at you through half lidded eyes, rosy cheeks and disheveled hair making your thighs quiver. “c’mon, love, ‘m not finished tasting your sweet pussy,” he rasped, digging his fingertips into the fat of your ass before pulling you back towards him, this time not letting you escape his clutch.

theo’s tongue worked rapidly against your cunt, eventually sheathing it into your fluttering walls, and drawing a lewd whimper from the pit of your chest, “i’m coming— theo fuck, fuck please,” you were begging and blabbering as arousal dripped from your cunt and smeared itself around theo’s mouth. your orgasm took over, your body going limp as you held onto the headboard firmly and threw your head back in ecstasy.

just as you did so, draco swirled his skillful tongue around theo’s length, taking all of him and getting theo to his peak. his moans into your overworked cunt were heaven and hell, sensitivity and pleasure swirling within you as you panted above him.

eventually removing your cunt from his mouth, you sat on his bare stomach, soaking the outline of his abs with your slick, your lips puffy and achy against him.

draco lift his head up, kissing your hip from behind and then sitting up fully. theo released a sigh before sitting up, grabbing your by your underarms and pulling you down into a sloppy kiss- the taste of your juices still on his tongue- then settled you onto his chest. he outstretched an arm for draco to join- the boy crawling towards you and snuggling close to theo’s chest as well, your faces turned towards eachother.

you looked up at theo, dotting a kiss near his chin and doing the same to draco’s forehead, then settling back onto the boys comforting warmth and allowing your eyes to flutter shut from exhaustion. the last thought that went through your head before sleep fully overtook you was,

i’ll worry about the mess later.

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[visionofhope04]

Neglected - Part 5

Sorry for the long wait! I just kinda didn’t really know how to make the reader’s and Jason’s conversation go but I got it! This is the last part of the series!!! I’m going to start working on a story based on this headcannon now. By the way, requests are open! Just no smut. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Current)

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You had just got home after that long interview. It had taken about 45 minutes and you were exhausted. You didn’t know how you managed to make it through 10 minutes of it. The first few minutes were definitely tense and you knew the press would eat it up. You planned to come clean about your so called family in an interview, but you didn’t plan for it to be the first one ever. You couldn’t control your mouth and the truth just poured out of you. You were glad the interviewer dropped the subject when you asked.

After setting your things down, you dropped onto the couch and lifted your hand above your head. You were staring at the ceiling and contemplating life when your phone rang. You reluctantly hopped off the couch and sprinted to get it. You found it, accepted the call, and then held it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello Y/N, I just saw your interview. Care to explain why you didn’t tell me about it and Y/G/N?”

“Jason! I’m sorry-”

“Y/N I’m so proud of you." You were so shocked, you almost dropped your phone.

“What? You’re not mad I outed the family?” You said in disbelief.

“No, of course not! Why would I be mad? If anything, I’m glad you did that to them. They deserve it. I'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me about Y/G/N.”

"Well to be fair it was all over the news."

"Well, I haven't had time to check lately."

“Touche. By the way, how is everyone?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. I only tolerate them for the sake of the city.”

“Oh, okay well- wait, what happens if they find out about what I said?! They’re gonna ruin my image, the career that I literally just started, and practically the rest of my life! I-”

“Woah, calm down, relax. They won’t ruin anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“They won’t. Trust me. If they do try anything it will be suspicious. No one would believe them.”

You noticed it had become late and you really wanted to take a nap, so you decided it was time to hang up.

“I love you Jason, thank you for everything. I’m exhausted from that interview and I’d like to get a few hours of sleep in.”

“I love ya too sis, just don’t forget me alright?”

“How could I? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, don’t forget. Bye."

“Bye.”

Jason hung up and you placed your phone back down. You made your way to your room and gathered (the clothes u sleep with cuz we don’t judge here) and prepared to shower and then finally take a nap.

---

Timothy Drake sat at the desk in his room, working on cases and occasionally sipping the coffee he had made ten minutes prior. It was 4 PM and he had been working nonstop since he got back from patrol. He opened a new tab on his laptop and saw something rather concerning pop up. It was an article titled “THE WAYNES AREN’T WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE…” Tim clicked on the article and began to read.

---

Bruce had been working in his office when suddenly Tim barged through the door. Bruce’s head snapped up in alarm.

“Look at this!” Tim screeched.

“What is it?” Bruce asked as Tim stomped over to his desk and handed him the laptop.

“Y/N…” Bruce grumbled in annoyance. “Can you remove the article or at least hide it?”

“No, it would look too suspicious. It’s already viral and if it suddenly disappeared people would suspect we had something to do with it.”

“Ugh. Inform Dick and Damian about it. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” Tim agreed as he quickly snatched his laptop from Bruce and ran back to his room.

---

“What!?” Dick Grayson was shocked. Timothy had just filled him in on the whole news incident Y/N had caused. He was furious. How could Y/N do such a thing and not know how badly her words would hurt their reputation! She was just overreacting and now people would believe her lies. “What’s B going to do?”

“I don’t know, he said he’s taking care of it.”

“Alright, I’ll let Damian know.”

---

"What?" Damian said in shock. Dick had called him while he was walking Titus and explained the situation. How and why would you do this to them? Did you not know how badly this would affect them???

"B says he's taking care of it. Don't worry about it much Dami."

That eased his worries a bit. "Okay, goodbye Grayson."

---

You were startled awake by the sound of your phone ringing. Groaning, you got up and went to retrieve your phone. On the way there, you glanced at the clock and noticed the time. You had slept for way longer than you meant to. Assuming it was someone from Y/G/N checking on you, you answered.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, you can't talk about us like that-"

You cut Bruce off. "I can and I will." You then hung up on him.

You felt a sense of pride wash over you. You were proud of how far you've come over the years. Before you wouldn't dare disobey Bruce. But now you had the courage to cut him off and hang up on him! You then blocked his number as well as Dick's, Tim's, and Damian's.

---

For the next few months, they tried to contact you in every way they knew how. Unfortunately for them, you knew exactly how to avoid and ignore them. They tried to cancel you and make the public believe you were lying. That backfired on them due to Jason exposing their lies and confirming that they did in fact neglect you.

Wayne Enterprises' business started to drop by landslides. Not to the point of bankruptcy but to the point where they were no longer in the top 100. The public started to support you more and Y/G/N gained even more popularity. You were so happy about everything and all the support you were receiving.

Alfred had called you one day congratulating you. He apologized for not trying to get to know you and for letting them treat you that way. He asked if you would like to meet up with him sometime and start to get to know each other. You forgave him and agreed to meet up with him.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian never bothered you anymore after that and you finally got your happy ending.

---

I DID IT! ITS HERE! IT'S FINISHED! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE!!! If you're on the current tag list please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in all of my future DC works since this series is finished or if you'd like to just be tagged in certain works that only involve certain characters. If you want to be tagged in future works of mine please send it through asks.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Aaahhh can I pls request a family imagine where Cheka draws on his arm with markers so that he and Leon have matching lion tattoos?? (=^w^=)

Tagging @jessamine-rose, as this was originally their request, made off-anon.

Tumblr mobile was being dumb and didn't save the completed version of this before posting. This just happens sometimes when I have stuff in my queue 😭 I had to take the initial post down, rewrite the other half of the imagine that didn't save, and then repost it (which is what you're looking at now).

Imagine this...

“... tan! Ojitan!”

Leona groaned, tumbling onto his back and pressing a pillow over his ears. No dice--his nephew’s persistent voice still cut through. A familiar, high-pitched and cheery whine that made Leona’s head throb unbearably.

“What is it?” he snapped, glaring at Cheka from beneath his pillow arch. “Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep here?”

“You’re still sleeping? It’s so early in the day, there’s so much time left to do stuff.”

"That's precious napping time for me."

"You're so weird, Ojitan."

Leona let out a sardonic rumble of laughter. "You have no idea."

The cub grinned, putting a hand on his uncle’s shoulder and gently shaking him. “C’mon rise and shine! I have something cool to show you!”

Ugh.

Leona rolled his eyes, but relented with a sigh. (From past experience, he knew that if he didn’t, he would soon find Cheka sitting on his on his stomach.) “Make it quick, then.”

“Hehe, okay! Guess what I have?”

Leona’s gaze was immediately drawn to Cheka’s right hand, which had remained behind his back the entire time. Clutching onto a drawing pad, no doubt, judging from the markers and torn papers scattered all over the floor of the room. The efforts of childhood whimsy and wonder.

Instead of smiling, Leona frowned. “I thought I told you to make it quick. And I despise guessing games.”

“That’s no fun, though!” Cheka leaned forward on his tip-toes. “Guess, guess! Only one time is good.”

“... A monkey’s uncle.”

The cub’s free hand flew to his mouth, attempting to shove his giggles back in, but to no avail. “That’s silly!! You’re not a monkey’s uncle, you’re my uncle--and I’m not a monkey, I’m a lion!”

“I wouldn’t have known that if you hadn’t told me just now,” he replied sarcastically. “Thanks so much for enlightening me.”

“You’re welcome! Hehe, I’m surprised I know more than you do.” Cheka flashed a grin, ever the oblivious child. “Okay, thanks for waiting! It’s time for my big reveal!”

“Oh, goodie.”

Cheka revealed his right hand, which was balled into a tiny fist. His fingers unfurled, revealing... nothing in his palm. Leona stared down at the emptiness, his expression blank, touched with a little dubiousness.

“... Are you surprised?” Cheka looked hopeful.

Leona threw his head back and laughed. “Is this some sort of a joke, furball? If it is, it’s not a very good one.”

“That’s only half of the surprise! The other half is... this!”

Cheka reached for his left sleeve and yanked the fabric up, revealing a flash of ink upon his caramel-colored skin. Black as burnt sugar, pointed teeth and a mess of a mane sprawling out... not unlike the dark swirls that danced upon Leona’s own left bicep.

“Ta-daaah!!”

His eyes bulged. “That’s...”

... A really crappy imitation of my tattoo.

“Cheka. When the hell did you find the time to do this?” Leona demanded, thrusting a finger at the marker-made mess on the boy’s arm.

“You were napping up until a little while ago, so I sat around and looked at your arm to copy it on mine!”

“You were watching me sleep?!”

“I needed a model! I can’t remember what the tattoo looks like from memory....” Cheka’s ears flattened, worry marring his innocent face. “Um, Ojitan... Could it be that you’re angry with me?”

“... I don't care. Better you than Rook,” Leona grumbled, sinking back into his bed. “You’d better wash that off before you head home. The servants will be beside themselves seeing their impressionable little prince like this.”

Leona grimaced at the thought over their beady eyes bearing into him again. As though he was not already regarded with enough scorn. To them, he was less like a man and more like a wild beast. Simultaneously feared and hated.

“Nuh-uh! I’m never gonna wash it off, cuz I wanna keep matching with you!” Cheka declared stubbornly. He flexed his left arm, causing his shoddily done lion’s mane to flicker. “I’m gonna be just like you one day! I’ll be smart, and strong, and cool... Oh! And I’ll even be a Magical Shift star, too!!”

“Don’t make me laugh. There are tons of role models for you out there. Better people to look up to and idolize, like your old man. After all, you are his flesh and blood... and the prized prince of the savanna.”

“What if I want to be like Papa and Ojitan?”

“You’re chasing an impossible dream.” The words came out more strongly than he had intended them to, each syllable dropping like a cement brick. “If you were smart, you’d know when to quit.”

You’d accept second place and be done with it already.

“... You don’t want to follow in my footsteps.” Leona waved a hand, his tone bitter. The once vibrant viridian of his irises had dullened, twisting into something darker.

“Your future’s brighter than mine. It’s so bright, it hurts my eyes to look at it,” he spat, his spirit shining with spite. “That’s what’s waiting for you, so you’d better take it before someone else comes along to try and steal it from you... someone like me.”

Cheka went quiet, staring at his uncle with a startled expression. The look of an antelope ensnared in a predator’s trap. Hurt and fear, all culminated into one. “Ojitan...”

He’s the same as them. I should have known.

“Do you get it now? I’m not someone worth some wide-eyed kid’s admiration,” he snarled, turning away from Cheka--afraid to meet that sparkling gaze, full of endless possibilities. “If you understand that much, then leave, and--OOF!!”

A small body tackled into his from behind, cutting Leona off. His assailant planted their face against his broad back, and their scrawny arms wrapped around his waist to give a squeeze.

“Leona Ojitan... I didn’t understand everything you said just then, but... I think I kind of understand. You’re... hurting right now, aren’t you? It hurts so much that you don’t know what to do.”

“Me... hurting?” Leona scoffed, even has he balled his hands into fists. His fingernails dug into his palms, leaving marks. “Ridiculous. You’re imagining things.”

“I don’t think it’s imaginary.”

“... What do you know? You’re just a kid.”

“I know lots of things!” Cheka tightened his grip on his uncle, his muscles straining under his skin, the lion of his makeshift tattoo stretching thin. “Like when you hurt like this, a hug’ll make it all feel better! Papa and Mama told me! So... Until it stops hurting, I’ll keep hugging you like this!”

“You’ll what?!” Leona paled, starting to buck and flail against his nephew. He attempted to pry him off, only to have the cub immediately cinch back onto him moments later. “O-Oi, Cheka...!! Let go, I don’t want--no, I don’t need any hugs, damn it!!”

“Hehe! Nope, I can’t do that! Our arm marks match, Ojitan! So I want our smiles to match, too!” The cub squealed, rubbing his cheek against his exasperated uncle’s. “You can’t run away from me!”

“This is why I told you to wash off that stupid marker...!!”

[satoruvt]

maybe i want your love forever

pairing → joshua hong x reader

word count → 587

genre → fluff, slice of life ↳ tags: established relationship, joshua the best boyfriend, reader is Tired and joshua is sweet, domesticity and a lot of it, back hugging, little kisses, bath time !, eating together, wearing shua’s clothes (a dream...), mentions of the other svt members (”the guys” LMAOO), episode 792 of i’m in love with joshua

song inspo → soren by beabadoobee, title comes from the stars by chelsea cutler!!

warnings → none <3

a/n → wrote this last night cuz ive had a busy week but then posting it was too much work LMAOO so!!!!! i hope this will reach everyone who needs to heal and rest for a second <3 as per usual i love joshua and i hope he helps <33 fighting everyone <3333

“Welcome home,” Joshua calls from the kitchen when you shut the front door behind you. You toe off your shoes, mumble a greeting as you walk into the apartment. In fifteen seconds flat, your bag is on the couch and you’re wrapping your arms around Joshua’s waist, squeezing like it’ll make his warmth transfer to you sooner.

He chuckles and you press your cheek in between his shoulder blades to feel the sound. He’s standing in front of the stove, cooking something fragrant. It clears your mind but your body still aches from the day’s work. “How was your day?” Joshua asks, right on cue.

You hum, clinging onto him even when he reaches for something across the counter. The gentle sizzling of whatever Joshua’s cooking almost lulls you to sleep. “Tiring,” you say. “Can’t believe I have to work to survive.”

He giggles and you manage a soft smile against his back. “Dinner won’t be ready for a while,” he tells you, one of his hands coming to rest over yours on his stomach. “I’ll run you a bath and we can eat after.”

Your heart swells and you want him to know it, so you squeeze him tighter and manage to fit your chin over his shoulder so you can kiss the junction of his neck and jaw. “Thank you,” you say. He turns around in your grasp and pushes stray hairs away from your face, big hands landing on either cheek. His smile is full of something you know too well.

Joshua tells you to drink something while he heads into your bedroom towards the ensuite bathroom, and you start to hear the gentle rumbling of the bathtub filling up. After a few minutes he comes back out, warm as he presses his lips to your temple and says the bath will be ready soon and you can head in.

It’s sweet, the way he leaves a clean towel out along with a change of clothes (and you can tell by first glance that the shirt he left you is his own, but you’re not going to complain) on the counter. Sweeter when you finally soak in the warm water and you can hear his soft singing through the wall. Sweetest when he rushes in with a spoon full of a sauce, hand underneath the silverware so as not to spill, asking you to taste it because he’s not sure if he made it right. A drop lands in your bath water, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

The ends of your hair are wet from the water when you get out, but you feel a less tense than you did before. Joshua’s got dinner all set out on the dining table when you come out of your bedroom and it makes you giggle when you see him arranging everything in an attempt to take a picture.

“Gonna send it to the guys?” You ask as the two of you sit down, a little teasing. Joshua straightens up in his seat.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” he says, both of you laughing quietly under the warm light. After a second, he asks, “are you feeling better?”

Something tender resides in the way he says it, hidden between the lines. His eyes sparkle and you wonder if it’s the light or if it’s him. It doesn’t matter. He is gentle and gorgeous and with you, here, spooning food onto your plate for you.

“Yeah,” you nod, undeniably in love. Joshua smiles. “Much better.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever

Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, “nice to meet you Deku, I’m ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?” and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good ol’ OFA. Deku was all “wait a minute, then how come All Might, who’s fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?” First and Shino were all, “we really have no fucking clue but we think it’s cuz he’s quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!” So basically, since quirkless people don’t exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, “psst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?” which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.

Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all “so, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, we’re pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you can’t save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].” Deku is all “idk you guys, I kinda feel like he’s really just a traumatized child at heart and he’s in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.” The Vestiges are all “BUT WHAT IF YOU CAN’T” and Deku is all “BUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMIT” and the Vestiges are all “well when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!” The chapter ends with First being all, “ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLO” before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.

seriously, Nana

just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that it’s a training exercise

oh my god lmao

we’re too far away to see Nana’s face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. “I just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about it”

oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??

someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. he’s just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why I’m willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please don’t think I’m making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit he’s gonna be a killer?? he’s basically never had the choice not to be. it’s never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill

anyway so now Nana is all “that’s a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.” so yeah, that’s interesting

now Banjou is getting started on the “let’s try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because it’s insane” part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda

look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys don’t think it’s realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if it’s a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer I’d totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isn’t real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point

so First is all “look, there’s absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by now”, which, again, fair

though, that’s kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything he’s done, he’s done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that it’s all but impossible to penetrate that. he’s AFO’s puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like he’s already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that

WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??

way to still not reveal Sixth’s name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally can’t be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG

(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixth’s name was revealed as “En”, which is obviously not his full name but at least it’s something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, 煙.)

so Banjou is saying that Deku’s “lack of an iron will” could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya “I’ll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someone” Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell

he says this is going to be a test of Deku’s determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think

OH HELLO AGAIN

darker hair again here! but I don’t trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see he’s standing in the shadows now

(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than what’s shown in these scans here. although there’s no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and it’s not just the lighting.)

anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO can’t steal OFA, and they’ve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing

NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT

girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for what’s happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls

NANA GODDAMMIT DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOU’VE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT

so now Nana is all “I’m just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this week”

I don’t even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyone’s all caught up in the “that thing”, and meanwhile I’m over here completely hung up on this “nay” that’s appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said “NAY”

Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but he’s not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, he’s a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Deku’s shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. “let’s try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he can’t save someone” is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys

“DEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CAN’T SAVE HIM” lmao it’s like an intervention

“DAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!”

RED ALERT IT’S ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAY’S HEAD OMG

(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)

THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Three’s neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’M DYING OVER HERE

so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a “saving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONS” heroic counter-speech!

I mean, they can already feel the “lol nah I’m gonna try and save him” feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love a good shounen protag speech

oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole “hearts and minds are connected” thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??

YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, they’re free??

AW YISS THAT’S IT DEKU. THAT’S SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE

I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesn’t know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one

OH NO -- OH MY GOD

someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. it’s not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help

other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKU’S “PEOPLE I HOLD DEAR” PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) “ONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILL” I’M ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- I’m sorry, please don’t call security, I’ll be good

I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled “FMMPHHMMPHMM” voice and I’m somehow cracking up lol. so actually it’s a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise they’d no doubt be all, “...what?”

(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, ma’am??

thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since you’ve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)

SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???

HE’S SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like he’s about to cry, and First is all “don’t crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, don’t smile” omg

anyways! YOU GO DEKU. “MY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHES” damn, son

KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

“I JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLE” FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME

Deku is literally all “sure, maybe I’ll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??” it’s no use Nana he’s too powerful

LMAO FIRST

“like I’ve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.” “but, uh... First, didn’t you just -- ” “shut up”

(ETA: clearly it’s not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)

so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things

dskljdlsklgk

yes... sure... “testing” you...

HEY

FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if I’m pretty sure they’re actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, “TELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HI” DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE

[SCREAMS]

WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!

(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. I’M CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)

fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace

[the-iceni-bitch]

Can you do 27 & 72 & 75 with Ransom?

27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

Oho, this is going to be a really good one!!!! It’s our OTP again so tagging my ladies @egcdeath @stargazingfangirl18 @chrissquares @subtlebucky! (And @slothspaghettiwrites cuz I like to target her with mommy kink shit 😉)

(Also, this ended up being a little longer than intended by whatever)

So much smutty smut, no minors!!!!

Send me smutty prompts!!!

You were going over some financial reports for the charity when you got a text from Ransom, begging you to come rescue him from some event for his grandfather’s publishing company downtown.

I told you, I have to get these done tonight. You texted back, shaking your head at him.

But I’m so bored. He texted back. I got dressed up and everything.

You sighed at that, knowing he was trying to bait you but those reports were boring a hole in your brain so what the hell.

What’re you wearing?

He texted you back a photo of him in a tux, and fuck if he didn’t look great.

Oh honey, you know you really shouldn’t tease me. Doesn’t seem that special, it’s just a tux. You teased him, leaning back in your chair.

His next photo had you almost falling out of your seat as you lost your balance on the back legs. He’d gone to the bathroom and removed his jacket and shirt until he was only in his bow tie and slacks. And tied around his torso in a pattern of intricate knots were the beautiful silk ropes he had gotten you for Valentine’s Day.

The reports could wait.

Gimme 45 mins. You texted back, flying out of your chair to find something relatively fancy to throw on.

You may or may not have run a couple of red lights, but you made it to the hotel in your estimated window, grinning when you saw Ransom waiting for you at the entrance. You handed your keys to the valet as you scurried to join him.

“Hey baby.” You muttered when you reached him, pressing yourself into his chest as you pulled his face to yours and kissed him hungrily.

“Shit, hi.” He murmured around a grin as you broke away and started to drag him through the lobby.

“Where’s the fucking bathroom?” You asked him over your shoulder.

“Jesus, I was thinking we could maybe get a drink first.” He said, rolling his eyes at you.

You turned and stepped into him suddenly, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his face level with yours as you glared at him.

“I asked you a fucking question, pretty boy.” You purred, bringing your other hand to squeeze his cock through his slacks.

“Shit.” He gasped as you ran your nose over his cheek before sucking his earlobe between your teeth. “It’s this way.”

“That’s my good boy.” You muttered as you followed behind him at a leisurely pace, appreciating the view of his ass in that tux.

The two of you reached the bathroom and Ransom went in first to ensure it was empty before coming out and grabbing you. You flipped the lock before turning back to him with a massive grin splitting your face.

“Strip.” You ordered him as you leaned against the counter, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes ma’am.” He said hoarsely as he started to undo his tie.

You watched him appreciatively as he removed his tux, folding each article of clothing and placing it on the counter beside him. You moaned once he was naked in front of you, the pattern of the ropes making his already fantastic body look even more delicious.

“Shit, did you do all this yourself baby?” You purred as you walked toward him.

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you mommy.” He rasped as you reached out and ran your fingers over the ropes that ran over his chest. “Did I do a good job?”

“You did so good, baby boy.” You cooed, grabbing one of the loops over his chest and yanking until his mouth was right against yours, making him whine against your lips. “Now kneel for mommy.”

He did as he was told, his breath coming in shallow pants as you moved to stand behind him. He whined as you knelt behind him, making adjustments to the ropes until his hands were bound against the small of his back and looped around his right ankle.

“You look so pretty, sweetie.” You purred in his ear as you moved back around to his front. “Look at how hard you are, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Fuck, please mommy.” He whined as you wrapped your hand around his length and gave him a squeeze.

“You wanna feel mommy’s pussy around that pretty cock baby?” You moaned against his lips, grinning as he nodded vigorously, his chest heaving against yours. “Ok, sweet boy.”

You pushed him back until he was laying against the cold floor, his hands and feet tucked under his back. He groaned as you climbed on top of him, drawing your skirt up around your waist as you sank onto his length.

“Fuck, oh god, that feels so good honey.” You moaned as you started to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock as your pussy fluttered and clenched around his girth. “You look so pretty all tied up like this. Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

The only answer he gave you was a whimper as you ground against him, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to buck up into you. His eyes flew open when you slapped him across the cheek, his breath hitching as his cock twitched inside you.

“Mommy asked you a question.” You growled as you rested your hand on his chest, your other hand reaching towards the counter to grab his bow tie. “Answer me and I’ll choke you the way I know you like.”

“Yes mommy, I’d let anyone you want to use me.” He gasped, whimpering as you wrapped the tie around his neck and squeezed.

“That’s my good boy.” You cooed, squeezing even harder as tears started to leak down his cheeks. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

He just wheezed as you started riding him harder, your hips slapping against his as your pussy clenched around him. His vision was starting to black out as you moaned over him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum all over that pretty cock.” You hissed. “Don’t you dare cum first Hugh, or I really will leave you here like this.”

He groaned as you fluttered wildly around him, a sob ripping out of your chest as your release leaked out of you and soaked his thighs. His release was right behind yours, his hips trying to buck into you as his cock swelled and throbbed inside you before his spend was coating your canal in warmth.

“My boy is so good to me.” You purred at him, climbing off him with a wince as he just laid there panting. You undid the bindings on his hands and foot and helped him sit up, pressing your lips to his.

“God, Y/N.” He huffed, his breath still ragged in his chest. “I should surprise you with kinky shit more often.”

“Yeah, you definitely should.” You said with a grin, standing up and running your fingers through your hair. “Splash some water on your face, Hugh. We can’t have your family knowing my pussy makes you cry.”

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A/N: I told you bitches, I’m gonna give you whiplash with these two!!!!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

a romanced hancock reacting to sole wanting him to be a father figure in synth shaun's life?

Thank you so much for the ask anon!

So, I couldn't decide if I wanted to do more of a drabble or headcanons, so I just did both! I thought this prompt was really sweet, I hope you enjoy!

You stood in your shared room at the top of the Old State House, before the man in the red coat, the man you loved, awaiting his answer to your proposal. Having just asked him the question that had been patiently waiting at the back of your mind since the day that Shaun had come back into your life.

"Oh sunshine..." Hancock's gravelly voice broke the silence that had followed your question, "I'm beyond flattered that'd you'd ask that. I mean, I love that kid to pieces, but... you really think a ghoulified, blood-soaked, mega-junkie like me is the best fit for the kid to look up to?" The ghoul gave a soft chuckle, but Sole could see his brow furrowed slightly with uncertainty. A rare sight, given his usual gusto.

"Hancock," you said, in an attempt to reassure him, "you're a hell of a lot more than that. And Shaun is crazy about you, the reason I brought this up now was because he asked me when he could start calling you 'dad'." Hancock's dark eyes widened at your words and it took him a moment to answer.

"He- he did? Man... It's not too often I find myself at a loss for words but, I mean, me, a dad? I never thought that would've been possible, given my eh... present condition," He brought his hands up to gesture at his whole body. Your eyes never left his, the only change in your expression being a small smile, encouraging him to respond to your earlier question. Hancock sighed, taking a few steps towards you.

"So I suppose the thing I'm trying to say here is, I'm not sure I'm qualified for the position you're offering me." Your shoulders slumped at his words, you couldn't help but think he'd have been more receptive to the idea of being Shaun's new father. He may not be perfect, but he's one hell of an upgrade from the synth child's last "father."

"Look sunshine," Hancock decided to break the silence again, noticing your disappointed expression, "you sure you want this? I don't really tend to think of myself as 'daddy material'." You cocked an eyebrow at him, despite the weight of the conversation, you found yourself unable to keep a suggestive smile from spreading across your lips at his choice of words.

"Hey now, aren't you supposed to be the responsible one in this outfit?" Hancock quipped, his crooked smile imitating your own as he took another step closer. Before he could reach for you, you brought your hands up and grabbed ahold of his shoulders, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"Look, John, I know you don't always see it this way," you looked him in the eye, willing your next words to sink in, "but you really are an outstanding role model. I mean, look at all you've done for the people of Goodneighbor, and the Commonwealth. You're out there actively trying to make this wasteland a better place, lending a hand to the little guy and doing all you can to take down the tyrants. You're a skilled leader who genuinely cares about the people you're responsible for, you're fiercely protective of the ones you love, and of the ideals that you support. You're a good man, John. And I couldn't think of anyone better for Shaun to call 'dad'."

"Shit sweetheart, you really know how to make a ghoul blush. Tell me, how did I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?" He whispered softly, shaking his head slightly as he looked deep into your eyes. You couldn't help but blush at his comment and at his unrelenting smoky gaze, you looked down to break the tension for a moment.

"We're talking about you here, John, remember? So..." you trailed off, hoping to finally get a straight answer from him.

"So?" He asked.

"So, what do you say? You gonna make me ask you again, or what?"

"Look," he reached a ruined hand out to lightly take your own, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your knuckles, "you and that kid are the most important thing I've got going on in my life, and if you really want me around, then I'm not goin' anywhere. And for the first time in my life, I fucking mean it." He grasped your hand tightly, before you gently removed it from his own, instead bringing your arms up to pull him into a tight embrace, which Hancock happily leaned into, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

"Just one thing..." you said, finally pulling away, "we might have to work on that foul mouth of yours."

"Don't worry sweetheart, if we're doing this thing, we're gonna do it right. I'll teach the kid all he needs to know. The real creative foul language, how to cure a hangover, where to get the best chems. All that important shit." You rolled your eyes playfully, mirth shining behind your dilated pupils as you stared into the eyes of your son's new father.

"Now, about that foul mouth of mine..." his hand slunk around your waist and pulled you into him as a mischievous grin spread across his lips a moment before they met yours.

And now, a few headcanons, for your consideration:

- After agreeing to act as Shaun's father, Hancock would seriously clean up his act. He may occasionally still take chems and drink (cuz, let's face it, he's still Hancock, and quitting cold turkey is hardly an option) but much less than he used to, and never around Shaun. This is only partly because he doesn't want to bring Shaun into that part of his life, but also it has a lot to do with his decreasing dependency on self-medicating. Being genuinely happy with his family, he doesn't feel as though he needs to escape.

- He would continue to be mayor of Goodneighbor, but would leave many of the day-to-day decisions to a committee (composed of Daisy, Fahrenheit, Dr. Amari, and an elected security guard). While Hancock, Sole and Shaun would live at another (more kid-friendly) settlement of Sole's choice.

- Hancock would actually excel at teaching Shaun. Whether it would be a shooting lesson, showing Shaun how to cook, teaching him to fish, or telling him about pre-war history (usually with a good amount of focus on the American revolution given his own fascination with it), even if Hancock wasn't extraordinarily knowledgeable, he would do his absolute best at helping Shaun get some form of an education.

- Once Sole was able to convince Hancock that Shaun liked his voice, rough as it may be, he would love to do bedtime stories. Even though Shaun is probably just getting old enough to outgrow them, he has a particularly hard time getting to sleep, and he soon finds that the ghoul's low, calm voice is a surefire way to drift off when the sun goes down.

- Hancock would be one of those parents that always looks like they know what they're doing, he would be patient during Shaun's tantrums, would be very focused on communication, and would have a nice blend of being protective of Shaun, but not to the point that it would be stifling. That being said, he would remain awfully uncertain and need constant reassurance from Sole, seeking their advice on almost everything to do with Shaun. Inside, he would have trouble realizing he's as good of a father figure to Shaun as everyone says he is. However, outwardly, he would be as confident as ever. Even fooling Nick into believing that he was completely at ease in the role of being Shaun's dad.

- He'd be killer at all of the popular kid games, playing hide and seek with Shaun when they visited the Old State House, or playing tag back in sanctuary, or even imagination games where he had to be the deathclaw and Shaun got to be Grognak the barbarian (do deathclaws exist in the Grognak universe? It doesn't matter, they do to Shaun). Hancock normally wouldn't let anyone win, he believes in playing fair, but occasionally for Shaun, he'd hide in the obvious places, or trip when running away in tag, or let it slide that Shaun says Grognak is strong enough to punch a deathclaw's head clean off in one hit. (Man, if only he could do that.)

- If other kids were bullying Shaun, Hancock would be the type of parent to bring the bully aside and have a frighteningly quiet conversation. And by conversation, I mean an in-depth description of what Hancock will do to the kid if he's mean to Shaun again. (Think of that scene at the beginning of the first Jurassic Park movie where the main character is describing to a kid how a velociraptor guts its prey and eats it alive. That's Hancock. Both the man, and probably the velociraptor too if the bully doesn't heed his warning.) Hancock wouldn't necessarily kill the kid for being mean to Shaun, but it's because he wouldn't have to, after his 'discussion' with the kid, he'll never even look at Shaun the wrong way again. Thankfully, the 'discussion' is all Hancock's ever had to do when kiddos are involved.

[strititty]

it’s FREE DAY and while i seem to have misplaced my ability to write (pensive emoji) i do have some wips i can post snippets of, so here! have half a fic that is based on my demonstuck series. it’s a non canon splinter where david is more of an asshole than expected and dave bears the brunt of it. noncon ahead, beware all ye who enter here. there’s not like. Full Sex because it’s not finished, but i feel it probably warrants that nsfw tag

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His hands are hot and insistent, unrelenting even as you push at him and try to squirm your way out of this goddamn mess of a situation. You don’t even know how you got here--you only know that he, the you-not-you, must fucking hate you. When he talks he sounds like you, for the most part, except when the cruelty shines through and you wonder if you’ve ever sounded like that. 

“Get the fuck off,” you snap, but he doesn’t. 

Despite your kicking, David - and yeah, you really have to call him that, don’t you - doesn’t get the fuck off. His shitty smile suggests that you’re hilarious for even trying to bring that option to the table. It’s insufferable, because he doesn’t even hurt you when you’re trying your damnedest to throw him.

“Nah,” he tells you, all amused. “This is free real estate, dude. I like my odds here. Thinking of takin’ up residence, makin’ myself of a good ole fashioned home. Not like you’ve got a whole lot else goin’ on.”

He kisses just on the side of your jaw and laughs softly when you swear at him, which. Kinda gay of you, but a breathy laugh near your ear makes you feel things you probably shouldn’t, which means you redouble your efforts and get absolutely nowhere. 

“Can’t believe I’m modeled after something like you. You’re gonna grow up hot, jsyk,” how the fuck does he enunciate that, “but I guess I could call you cute and get away with it. Like Barbie doll cute, not Ken doll cute. Not that anyone actually thinks Ken is cute, cuz c’mon. Those plastic abs just don’t hold up.”

Part of you wants to engage in this conversation because it’s the sort of bullshit you love to riff off of, but most of you is panicking because he’s holding you down, he’s not letting you go, he’s nuzzling at your neck like baby’s sweetest prom date like ‘yes brad i’ll love you forever, i got my promise ring on and everything’. You try to whack him with your chin and he doesn’t even flinch. The sound you make when he starts kissing your throat could be most adequately described as a snarl.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he says, so maybe Brad isn’t the best boyfriend so much as that skeezy eighteen year old worming his way into Jessica’s panties through peer pressure or whatever. It’s infuriating, and then it’s terrifying, because there’s too much weight on you and your arms are pinned on the bed and it reminds you of a dream you had once--

You bite his lip when he dips in for another one of those deceptively soft kisses and he isn’t angry. He laughs as a drip of hot blood lands on your face. 

“Y’know, I’m gettin’ the feeling that you’re not really into this,” David says, as though you haven’t been making that explicitly clear with all your struggling and spitting.

“No shit he finally picks up on some social cues, give him a round of applause.” Your voice comes out caustic in a way that reminds you more of a certain angry friend you have than yourself, but you absolutely can’t think of him right now or you’re gonna be sick. 

“I can change it up a little,” he continues, amused and faux-thoughtful. “Give it to you like your big bro likes it. I’m a flexible guy.”

You catch ‘big bro’ and you brain short-circuits because oh. Oh god in heaven (or satan in hell), this is your bro’s goddamn personal demon and they fucked. Of course they fucked. You knew that on some level as soon as you saw them in proximity, in the way they shoot the shit and the way they touch, but the bald confirmation of it punches you in the gut.

Not just the confirmation, but the idea that any version of you - anyone that looks even a little bit like you - anyone at fucking all - could do this to him? Hold him down? Fuck him up? Pull him apart?

What would that even look like?

You don’t realize you’ve gone slack until David laughs again, and it could almost be friendly. You know it isn’t, but if you shut your eyes you can imagine--you don’t know. You and Rose just hanging out. Stupid banter. Your own laugh when she catches you off guard.

But this is not that, and David looks you in the face with the cruel twist to his smile, even as his hand comes up to cradle your cheek.

“Maybe I’ll show you some time.”

When he kisses you again you’re mortified at how much of the fight has gone out of you. This isn’t how you were raised. Thinking about how you were raised only drags you deeper down the thought spiral, though, Bro’s imposing figure and the thought of it laid low. Laid bare. Your shoulders are shaking.

[liesoverthec]

Hi y’all!

I recently reached ????????? followers (😂) which normally I probs wouldn’t do anything for, but I’ve wanted to spread a little love lately and this seemed like a good time!

While I feel like I don’t really have anything I could give y’all on command like the amazing gif makers and authors of the fandom can for their follower celebrations (I DO feel like I contribute to fandom but screen time is not really something I can just do whenever lol!) so instead:

If you’d like, send me an ask with your: AO3 username or your Tumblr edit tag, and I’ll queue, at least 3 gifsets, if not more, and at least one piece of writing if you’re an author (and I’m happy to do both for you if you yourself do both!). And then I’ll answer the ask you sent with a compliment, just for you! (Open to anyone - not just mutuals!)

In addition, I’m gonna do what I’m calling professional promotions, cuz this is my professional fandom opinion™️ lol- I’m just gonna make a post once a day, shouting out a blog/blogger I absolutely ADORE and why I love them, as a way to spread love myself! (Can’t guarantee anyone will want me to reblog their stuff so gotta have something to celebrate anyways 😂) It’s not gonna be everyone I follow, just a select few who have well and truly made my day, every day!

I’ll be putting everything under “#b celebrates ??????? followers” so you can look for it there!

Lots of love and thank you for letting me take up space on your dashes! Starting screen time has been probably one of the best things I’ve done this year just for me personally, so thank you all for being here! 🥰

-💛🐝

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Rant about something from Hatchet field I wanna learn

Alrighty so initially this was gonna be about the time travel presented in time bastard, but I’m gonna put that in the time travel essay I promised val that I’ll tag you in (if you’re interested) but then I decided I wanna talk about holloduke and how I’m gonna relate it to dorace

So holloduke is the ship name for Ms. Holloway and Duke Keane. Wanna know what Ms. Holloway’s first name is? Me too. Anyways, if you wanna frame their relationship based on tropes to get an idea, it’s basically an incredibly powerful and bad ass woman and just a guy who loves her very much. We first meet them in Witch in the Web where Duke is the Foster’s assigned social worker and he brings in Ms. Holloway to help Hannah with a witch/black and white problem. Ms. Holloway is a witch with a hinted at shady past that we all want to know about, but that’s now what I wanna talk about. What I want to talk about is their second appearance in Killer Track from nmt s2. So, uh, if you care about that, major major spoiler warning.

So Killer Track is about this song that’s being spread through town, and anyone who hears it dies exactly one week later. One of the kids Duke looks after, Rose, heard the Track and has been having violently negative reactions to any kind of speaker all week, the screaming song following her around. Duke hears her side of the story and decides to bring in Ms. Holloway. She casts this spell that projects her consciousness into Rose’s a week ago when she first heard the song, so Ms. Holloway has the curse now instead. Her plan is to cover all objects that produce sound and hope for the best, and she left a note for Duke in case anything happens to her. Long story short, she dies, is carried away in an ambulance and is very Distraught. When he gets home, he remembers her note which basically read “kay so I'm not dead, don’t call an ambulance and just wait a couple hours.” Thoroughly confused, Duke sneaks into the morgue and after wondering what he’s doing here, she sits up with a gasp and hey would you look at that, she’s immortal! (I’m sure you can see where I’m going with these comparisons, both couples have an immortal partner) Duke is very much Freaking Out bc while he knew she could Do Stuff, this whole coming back from death thing is just a little too out there for him, poor dude. Ms. Holloway sits him down at her diner that I so desperately want to eat at and starts to explain-

And concludes her tale. Duke is confused, she hasn’t said anything, but she points out the discrepancies; the eaten pie, the rising sun. She’s been talking and explaining everything for the past couple hours, but part of this shifty deal she made ages ago, no one can know her past, so every time she tries to tell someone, their memories of it get released, and ohhh here comes the angst. Just imagine having centuries of experience, having done some shady stuff, made some shady deals, seen things no one ever should, and she can’t even tell anyone, can’t tell the person she loves and trusts more than anything. Forever alone (and she gets more alone dw 😈)

Anywho, Duke and Ms holloway work together and stop the killer track the day is saved, yada yada but the real important part is after. So the two are out on a lake enjoying the fireworks (cuz they stopped the killer track at a festival) and Duke wonders how she's going to explain she's still alive, and Holly (I'm gonna call her Holly for easy sake) says she's gonna let Ms. Holloway stay dead. Duke nods and suggests she change her name, change her hair, before she interrupts and says shes not changing her hair, it's been like that since the 80s and it's incredibly rad (she didn't say that last part lol) and now dukes confused and points out how everyone will recognize her and this is when she gets sad and so do I. People won't remeber her, and neither will Duke. He'll remember Ms. Holloway and how she was a good friend who died in the diner. He won't remember her powers. He tries to protest, but she asks him if she can say good bye, leans in, kisses him and vanishes. He opens his eyes, and she’s gone. He can’t remember what he was doing out here. He hears a boom in the sky. Oh yeah. He was watching the fireworks.

I want you to know I am UNWELL AND CRYING AT THAT LINE. "oh yeah. He was watching the fireworks" has given me permanent emotional damage and I will never recover. I just-

Idk if the line has the same impact only being read, but when that line was spoken I broke.

Anyways, months later, Duke runs into Ms. Holloway, now under the pseudonym Ms. Holliday, and as he walks away, she quietly says "Bya Duke" and she's got such a sad smile on her face and I just-

I actually wrote a one shot detailing her pov and like what I imagine her internal thought process was as she fell for Duke despite knowing she'd have to reset her identity here

Anyways, onto the dorace comparisons-

Imagine Horace trying to distance himself, but failing, not wanting to be selfish, but can't help it as he once again falls, and falls hard, despite it being unfair to the both of them. Imagine Horace wanting so bad to tell him something, anything but unable to, wanting to tell Douglas story after story without him forgetting everything he just said after.

Anyways I love holloduke so so much and I desperately want to get an actual backstory for Ms. Holloway and I love talking about them. Sorry if this got long but I am Many Thoughts head full about them.

[deceivingly-delightful]

Beloved

Ship: Analogical

Character mentions: Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Janus Sanders, Roman Sanders, Remus Sanders, Patton Sanders

Ratings & Warnings: Teen and up

Additional tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (sorta?) Christmas goodness, background roceit, background intruality (platonic or romantic of your choosing) this was too cute for me, idk how else to tag this

Summary: Christmas day in with the boys enjoying their holiday along with some Analogical good feels.

Word Count: 1316

Author Notes: I speed wrote this as the power of Analogical stroked me down and took control of my mind and hands and I thank these boys for making it happen 💕💞

A Christmas gift, for the wonderful, amazing, talented, little gremlin who I am thankful to have as my good friend and kiddo, Ady. Love you bunches and beyond 💛💛💛. Merry Crisis to you and to everyone else!

You can also read this fic on Ao3

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Light white rain dances outside the window. The curtains were pulled and tied back for everyone to watch the snow fall from the cold, cloudy December sky as they huddled around the open fireplace; wood crackling from the blazing flames. Soft instrumental Christmas music played in the background that had a few of the boys humming along in between their activities.

Janus and Roman were covered from head to toe in their respective Christmas gear with a throw wrapped around them, chatting and sipping on their hot cocoas that Patton made. Patton and Remus donned their own winter wear, playing a board game and enjoying some cut out sugar cookies that they both made (Remus’s own cookies being cut and made into bloody knives, beheaded reindeer, and a tree with eye ornaments that had Patton feeling a little squirmy but still praised him for being creative). Virgil and Logan quietly and cozily sat in matching pajamas, with Virgil’s back pressed against Logan’s chest, tucked neatly into his boyfriend’s arms as they basked from the warmth of the fireplace and from each other’s bodies.

Christmas is here, and all the presents from the overly-decorated-colorful Christmas tree have been unwrapped. Except, for one present in particular that has yet to be revealed. A personal sentimental gift, hidden and kept in secret, awaiting to be opened.

Logan plants a kiss on top of Virgil’s purple head, squeezing him lightly and whispering into Virgil’s ear. “Come with me. I have one more thing for you.”

“Wha-” Virgil started.

“Shh, just follow me.”

Logan detaches himself away from the anxious side before standing back up and walking over to the stairs. Virgil huffs, getting up to go after him. Remus noticed them leaving, waving after them, shouting to have lots of fun and to use protection. Virgil flipped him off before following Logan up the stairs. He could hear Remus’s snickers and Roman chiding him for making inappropriate comments in the background until they became faint the further Logan and Virgil went inside the household.

“L, you know you didn’t have to get me anything else. I appreciate it but now I’m gonna feel kinda bad that I didn’t get you more than one present. Also, mainly cuz I’m not good at picking gifts for others.”

“There is no need to feel such way. I am highly content with the present you have gifted me and I would like to call falsehood about your last statement. You do an exceptional job at it. As Patton has said before, ‘The size or content of the gift does not matter, what matters is that it comes from the heart.’ It’s true I didn’t have to get you more than one thing, but I wanted to indulge. So, please. Allow me to spoil my beloved other half.”

Virgil flushed, peering down at the ground. “Fine…I guess I’ll let this slide.”

Shortly, they arrived in front of Logan’s door.

The spectacled man twisted the knob, pushing the door open and making his way inside. Virgil pursued in, closing the door behind him and surveyed through his boyfriend’s room. Everything seem to be the same, a whiteboard calendar marked with important plans and dates hung above the desk. Two bookcases, side by side, filled with no empty spaces. A made navy bed with an espresso nightstand with a matching wide dresser across and a flat screen TV mounted right above it.

It was almost minimalistic (if you don’t count the overflowing books on the bookshelves) except more on the nerdy side with a few black framed posters of Doctor Who and Tetris. To some, the room may seem lacking and boring but to Virgil, it’s comforting. Especially, lying in that bed with his boyfriend, cuddling while watching documentary videos or viewing the stars from Logan’s projection light whenever Virgil is feeling anxious. It’s one of his favorite things to do with Logan, and wishes everyday that he could do it all day. Even if Logan might protest. One day though, Virgil hopes to get Logan to stay in bed with him for a full day. No deadlines, no cleaning, just a day to stay in without interruption and laze around with some pepperoni pizza and snacks.

Virgil made his way to Logan’s bed, dropping himself on it as his eyes trailed over to Logan’s direction. He had stopped in front of his closet doors, instructing Virgil to close his eyes. Virgil obeyed, nerves suddenly starting to grow in the pit of his stomach. He had to remind himself that there was nothing wrong, nothing to get himself worked over. Don’t overthink what this gift could be and why Logan couldn’t have just given it to him earlier.

Is it something big? Too personal? Too embarrassing to show in front of the others?

Dammit, Virgil. You’re doing the exact opposite of not overthinking!

Ugh.

“Beloved?” Logan sounded closer to him.

Virgil exhaled a breath of hair, “I’m alright.”

“I apologize, I didn’t intent to make you feel anxious. Are you sure you don’t need a minute?”

Virgil shook his head, “It’s not your fault L. I promise, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, but I’ll keep watch. May I hold your hands?”

Virgil nodded, holding his hands out for Logan.

The spectacled man clasped his hands over Virgil’s, “For a while, I thought of what that one special gift would be to give to you. Something personal, a token piece of my heart. I know your birthday just recently passed and I already got you something for both it and for Christmas as well. However, I wanted to add one more thing as a bonus gift. I was aiming to wait for our anniversary but I feel like this is a good time with the upcoming fireworks you dread so much. I’m hoping it’ll help ease your nerves.”

Logan unclasped his hands from Virgil’s as he takes a step back. “You may open your eyes, Virgil.”

Virgil fluttered his dark brown eyes open. In front of him, was a wide, tall, black wrapped box with a purple bow on top. Virgil, curious to find out what was inside, cautiously approached the enormous gift and began to unwrap it.

Inside, was something Virgil never would’ve thought nor expected to receive.

He gasped, eyes widening in awe as he picked up the item. There, in his warm hands was a Eeoyre plush animal, wearing a customized hoodie similar to Virgil’s own patched one and a purple bow on his little tail instead of the usual pink. He almost missed it but there was something embroidered onto one of the sleeve cuffs on the hoodie. Upon closer inspection, read: ‘To my beloved, the moon to my universe.’ Right after the sentence was Logan’s initials.

“Virgil?”

The purple haired man hadn’t realized he was shaking, throat becoming dry, hands trembling with tears welling in his eyes. He hugged the soft plush tightly, burying his face into it.

He loved it. He loved it so much, it was beyond perfect. No other gift can compete against this. Nothing can beat it.

Virgil lifted his head up to look at Logan, “I love it.” His voice wavered, “Logan, Logan, oh Logan, I-” He pressed the plush closer to him, holding it in place with one arm, opening up the other as an invitation for Logan, and that’s all he needed before taking action. Logan rushed into Virgil’s embrace as Virgil clung to him desperately. He tilted his head up to peer into the spectacled man’s milk chocolate eyes and kissed him; the taste of his own salty tears mixing with Logan’s hint of hot cocoa lingering still on his tongue. Logan cupped Virgil’s face with his big warm calloused hands and brought their faces closer to deepen their kiss.

And in honesty, Virgil really couldn’t have asked for a better gift on Christmas day.