#I'm tired and only half coherent

[perilegs]

i miss the era of internet where all we got were anime fansubs made by people who had the time to do what they enjoyed

[i-am-become-a-name]

What's your interpretation of the weird/annoyed look Five gets on his face when Tegan announces that she wants to rejoin the TARDIS at the end of Arc of Infinity? I know it was probably meant to be played for laughs, but it annoys me every time i watch that episode and i'm curious what headcanons people have about it.

My favourite thing I've read about it pointed out that the cybermen specifically used Tegan as a weakness against five, that she's what it took to manipulate him (and through no fault of either of them, Adric's death was part of those consequences.) The novelisation really goes in to the descriptions of the doctor transfixed with the blood running down Tegan's chin from her bitten lip, the building tension as the cybermen get closer and closer to killing her and he's shaking trying to hold himself back from admitting his hearts are so easy to twist, just by threatening his friends. (Does Nyssa ever leave the TARDIS when it's on the spaceship? The cybermen don't even know she exists til they come onboard do they?)

As for why he looks so annoyed? hmmm. Does anyone want someone around that constantly needles them? Really, I think pre Arc of Infinity that even though Tegan had chosen to stay, they still had that power imbalance or even just tension between them that she had not come on board willingly. So five is expecting that to be the continuing, I don't know, continuing manner between them and it hadn't been good. It had its moments (mainly in the audios) but as an arrangement it was not ideal as friends to explore the universe together, all that terrible beauty and awesome monsters.

But it doesn't continue on in that manner - oh they bicker and make faces at each other, sure, but Tegan's conscious decision to step back onto the TARDIS irons out those imbalances, removes that bitterness and the past of her aunt's death. So when he makes that wee face, it's in expectation of the previous status quo. And never let it be said that Tegan's one to do exactly what's expected of her.

Anyway I really hope this makes sense and I may add some more thoughts later but it's 1:50 am Christmas Eve and I couldn't sleep for thinking about this.

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It's 2am I'm back. I feel like there's also this uneasiness in five about tegan, that mirror that no one likes being held up to themselves. Their similarities but the starkly different ways they express them must be exhausting to five. and here she is back again. To push and prod and challenge and be brashly beautifully glorious. wait. that last bit was the two am shipper coming out. Anyway they draw strength and resolve and anger from each other and Tegan was vital to five, from his first moments till his very last.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Shit Fae!Danny Has Said While Living With Waynes

Danny, making a 'got your nose' gesture: Hey Jason, look, I've got your name!

Red Hood, who suddenly can't remember his own name: What the fuck

Bruce, in a tired dad voice: Danny, please, we talked about this, return your brother's name back

Danny: Oh, come on, it's not like he even uses it

Jason, thankfully remembering his name: And I repeat, what the f u c k

Steph, at dinner: I was wondering, what do faeries even eat normally? Like, flowers and stuff?

Danny, his eyes two black voids inside his eyesockets: The souls of the innocent

Steph: So that's a 'no' on the flowers?

Danny, back to normal and shoving a bagel in his mouth: I mean, I can, but would you want to stay on the crumbs-only diet when you are in a 5-star Michelin restaurant?

Tim: It's actually 3-star. Michelin rating system only has three stars, not five.

Dick: Are you saying that people are basically food joints for Fae?

Damian, at Constantine: It would do you well to choose your wording better when speaking to fair folk-

Danny, very much a fair folk, appearing out of thin air in the Cave: Yolo, s'up bitches, guess who's back in town!

Damian: -even when they do not necessarily do so themselves.

Constantine, looking between them: Are you sure you're the human and he is the changeling?

Tim, 46 hours of no sleep: Hey, if you can take a name from someone, does it mean you can take, like, other things that have no real shape or form?

Danny: Names do have shape and form, they even have taste. Yours is like a ping-pong ball made out of really dense cotton candy with banana-caramel flavor.

Tim, losing his touch with reality: Dense banana cotton candy...

Danny: By the way, I know you wanted to ask me if I could take your need to sleep from you, and theoretically, the answer is yes.

Tim, his whisper full of hope: ...will you?..

Danny: No. Either go to sleep or keep suffering. I'm not here to make your life easier.

Danny, after a half-an-hour rant on the Fae customs and traditions: -and Fae never tell the truth, but also never lie. It's a work of art, you know, say what you want but never in a way that makes sense.

Jason: So Fae just like to fuck with people.

Danny, looking him in the eyes, smiling and winking: Sure, humans are very fuckable.

Bruce, trying very hard not to pay attention to this: Can you make an example?

Danny: Sure. I lied.

Bruce: Where?

Danny: :)

Bruce, feeling like he is about to lose his mind: W h e r e ?

Alfred, right after he heard Dick's muffled screaming in the hallway: Young Master Danny, would you mind returning Master Dick his ability to talk in coherent sentences?

Danny, obediently standing up and walking out of the library: ...okay.

Bruce: How come he always listens to you?

Alfred: He knows what I will do if he doesn't.

Danny, returning to the library: He will change all the silverware to iron-ware. As well as the doorknobs and hairbrushes and lightswitches and everything else.

Alfred: Did you fix Master Dick's shoes?

Danny: I did. But I still think that making all of his shoes left ones was funny.

Alfred: Indeed, it was.

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There's also a fic now.

[solkara]

❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃 , lucerys velaryon ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , that fateful day at storms end the velaryon boy indeed had someone watching over him but not in the skys above but the waters below

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , lucerys velaryon x fem! siren! reader

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , okie so, this is my first hotd fic and omg I'm so excited!! hope you guys like it cuz ngl kinda obsessed with this concept cuz justice for bbg luke ya'll </3

house of the dragon masterlist

⌗ it's was another stormy day in storm's end. but there was something lingering in the air. a certain air of uncertainty that left you on edge for whatever reason. as if you were waiting for something to happen. though this didn't bother you much as being a siren was full of uncertainty from hunters to being spotted by humans.

⌗ though this didn't mean you weren't careful. as you were always ready to make you escape if you were under threat. though storm's end had become a haven for you. a place shrouded in stormy weather and dark mist with no shortage of food whether it be fish or human. with massive cliff faces that spanned as far as the eye could see and a vast labyrinth of underground sea tunnels. it was truly paradise to you.

⌗ and besides borros baratheon being an oaf and the odd few sailors who would drunkenly sing love songs which sounded eerily similar to a dying duck in an attempt to woo 'the siren of storm's end' life was peaceful. that was until the dragons came.

⌗ you had never seen a dragon before. you had heard of them of course and the house that wielded them. it was hard not to as sailors talked about them almost as much as they talked about sirens. but the fear of dragons was far more real to them. as no sane siren would let a human see them and live to tell the tale.

⌗ now normally in an instance like this you would have dived into deep water or slipped into one of the underwater caves until the incident blew. but something compiled you to watch. and you did with piqued interest. as you watched the smaller dragon flea from the behemoth that stalked him from above. it was clear the two dragons were far from friends.

⌗ and you held your breath as you watched the larger dragon rip the smaller in half with ease. sending both the dragon and his rider plummeting into the water below with nothing to break their fall. as the remains of the chewed-up dragon began to sink so too did his barely conscious rider.

⌗ he looked like an angel. with a halo of dark hair pale skin big dark eyes and a painfully innocent face. as he sank deeper and deeper into the depths of the sea. you couldn't help but admire him for a brief moment. and debated if he should be your dinner or not. though you ultimately decided against it.

⌗ quickly springing into action. you swam towards him. tail slicing through the water creating ripples in the process. grabbing his hand you dragged him to the surface of the water. holding him securely in your arms you couldn't help but silently hope that he wasn't coherent enough to know what was going on. as if he did you would definitely have to kill him.

⌗ as you pulled him to the rocky shore. you lay him on his back as you place your ear to his chest to hear his heartbeat. thank god he wasn't dead. but now you were unsure of what to do. should you just leave him here? or?

⌗ and just as you were debating with yourself about what to do. the boy began to violently cough up sea water. as he lurched forward with arms clasped around his stomach. before looking directly at you before speaking in what felt like a mixture of a tired mumble and a plea for help he said.

⌗ "I want my muña" and with that he passed out again out of his exhaustion. now from those few words he spoke you could deduce a few things. one he was either a targaryen or velaryon as they were the only house that spoke high valyrian. and two he wanted his mother and you would do your damnedest to help him get back to her.

⌗ as you sat next to the sleeping boy you though of your next plan of action. as you weren't too familiar with all of the house of the realm and where they resided. but you decided it would be easier to leave him at dragonstone. as it was the closest to you and was also the castle of house targaryen.

⌗ and with that you set off with the boy in your grasp. as you raced though the water under the cover of night. reaching dragonstone as the first peeps of the sun made it's way over the horizon. as you lay the boy on the shore in a place where he could be easily found.

⌗ as you turned to leave you felt a hand gently grab yours and a soft voice ask. "will I see you again?". and all you could do was softly smile at the boy who struggled to keep his eyes open as sleep threatened to envelop him as you waited for his eyes to close again before slipping out of his grip and disappearing into the water of the dark sea.

⌗ when lucerys velaryon woke from his slumber he was on the shores of dragonstone. he was confused about how he got here. his mind was a blurry mess. and then he remembered. aemond. vahgar. drowning. the girl who saved him. so many questions and yet no answers. as he sat next to the water all he could seem to remember were her piercing eyes and....a tail.

⌗ fast forward till this day long after the coronation of his mother the queen rhaenyra. and still till this day the lord of driftmark still tells everyone a siren saved him that fateful day at storm's end. and every sunrise he waits by the water. waiting for a chance to say thank you to the girl he owed his life to.

[graveyardparade]

sorry I'm aroace riz gukgak posting again... but I've been mulling over how well-founded and grounded Riz's fears are as an aroace person in a society (and I would argue, in this incredibly shipping-heavy universe itself) that is actively hostile against people like him. He sees over and over again how others prioritize and centre romantic relationships above all others in both his peers and in parental figures in that there really is no adequate model for what it means to be single and happy.

More specifically, I'm thinking back to the Nightmare Forest and what a harsh blow it is to be told that he'll never be like the parents he clearly worships -- but I think a part of him also fears winding up like Sklonda herself! For over half of Riz's life, he's only known his mother as a single parent and what it looks like to be forced into self-sufficiency esp as a racial minority, burning the candle at both ends, working her ass off, and barely able to make ends meet as it is. Sklonda is a great mother, but we know Riz was by necessity a latchkey kid and Sklonda wasn't able to hide the more difficult parts of single parenthood from him: how tired she was, how thankless the work was, and how little time she had to spend on taking care of herself when societally and financially, being a single person is hard. She had at least the memory of a great love and Riz herself to work so tirelessly for, but what does it mean to have work as your love language if there's nobody there to receive it? Yes, Sklonda probably has friends, but at the end of the day and in her dark, quiet moments, Riz has seen her left alone, failed by both fate and the structure she spent her life working for. In contrast, we see the comfort that Sandra Lynn and Jawbone live in, the cozy suburbs of the Applebees, the cheerful (and very horny) Thistlesprings, all living in the comfort of having a companion to rely on at the end of the day, or to be there to catch them when they inevitably fall.

The only structures he's seen are that which prioritizes romantic love as your true partner and your first priority, and he grew up seeing what life is like when that safety net falls away. The big difference is that the life Riz sees himself facing down in his weak moments is not life when the safety net falls away, but life when you never had that safety net to begin with. And for a kid who already spent most of his life societally ostracized, financially unstable, and alone -- that's a very, very scary thing. (editing to add, and this makes this even less coherent than it already is: there's something to Gilear's rock bottom being the exact same apartment building Riz has lived in his entire life, and Gilear's ability to pull himself out of that physical situation is solely through entering a romantic relationship with (the admittedly shitty) Hallariel. Whoof.)

[seelestia]

— 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄, 𝐂'𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄!

SUMMARY. some headcanons about sumeru men as your boyfriend in the modern ages. (teyvat who? we only know earth.)

CHARACTERS. tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche/wanderer.

GENRE. fluff, crack, modern au.

CW. lowercase intended, use of pet names, written before kaveh and wanderer's release, scara is referred to as kunikuzushi.

THOUGHTS. this format is a bit different than my regular ones, but i hope this is still able to tickle a little laugh out of someone <3

✰ masterlist.

☆ TIGHNARI!

boyfie!tighnari whose unofficial job is to cook meals for the both of you; he actually doesn't mind, but what worries him the most is if you step into the kitchen — unless you manage to prove the existence of your culinary skills to him, that is. (#y/nramsay??)

"nari, i'm home!" you chirp, closing the front door behind you. the smell of something tasty wafts through the air and you peek into the kitchen like a curious kitten.

immediately, you are greeted by the sight of tighnari at the stove with your favorite apron on (yes, it has "kiss the cook" on it but tighnari would throw a ladle at you). it doesn't take long for him to notice your gaze lingering on him. tighnari doesn't even have to look back as he hums, "welcome home."

you lean against the wall with an impish grin on your face, "so... what's cookin', good lookin'?"

your boyfriend shoots you an unimpressed look, "...go take a shower, (y/n)."

boyfie!tighnari who combs your hair for you when you're half asleep in the morning. he takes care of his hair very well, so he might as well help you while he is at it. tighnari reasons that he does this because you look too sleepy to function normally… but maybe, he just likes admiring your sleepy face. (that trail of dry drool, though, not so much.)

"hey, hey, stay still," tighnari huffs an exasperated sigh when you start to lean forward in your sleepy state. he puts a hand on your forehead, stopping you from moving any further. "i can't brush your hair properly if you keep nodding off," he shakes his head.

you mumble, "so... tired..." his eyes soften slightly at the sound of your light-headed tone, "yes, i can see that. now, stay still."

boyfie!tighnari who tells you lots of unnecessary botany facts that you don't really ask for, but he looks cute nerding out, so you just listen without a clue.

"unnecessary? you might need these facts in the future," tighnari frowns, clearly taking offense when you throw his botany facts into the "unnecessary" category.

you snort, "yeah, for what?"

"for the possibility of me disowning you and leaving you to fend for yourself in the jungle one day," he says that so flatly that you almost do a double take.

he sounds like he's been planning that for years but he is just joking, obviously.

boyfie!tighnari who chides you when you get sick. no, he isn't mad, he is just very concerned... and disappointed. so, you get a nagging boyfriend with a mix of both.

"...are you mad at me?" you ask through sniffles and a runny nose. "no," tighnari replied as he places a neatly folded and soaked cloth on your forehead.

"you look mad," you point out with a pouty look. "no, i'm not," he responds with that dry tone again, trying to hush you by gently shoving a thermometer into your mouth.

"...i'm sorry," you mutter.

"if you are, then don't do that again. i thought i told you that—" and off into a ramble he goes. (in his defense, he cares for you so it only makes for him to worry... and nag like a mom.)

☆ CYNO!

boyfie!cyno who clings to you like a koala when you wake up. you're like a source of comforting warmth that he can't help but snuggle. who would've thought that a scary fellow like him can be seen literally melting into you?

"cyno, i can't move," you utter quietly. as much as you'd like for him to cling onto you longer, one has to rise and shine eventually.

"...sorry," your boyfriend mumbles into your back, slightly muffled but audible and coherent enough. great, now you feel bad for telling him that.

boyfie!cyno who leans against you when he plays a game on his console. or, have you sit close to him when he is playing a card game because you're his "lucky charm".

"are you sure you'd win if i stay here?" you lay your head on his shoulder, peering into the console he is playing in his hands.

cyno nods without tearing his eyes off the screen, "even if i lose, i still want you here, anyway."

(is he... flirting? does he even realize he is flirting? yeah, he probably doesn't and he's cute for that.)

boyfie!cyno who puts little candies in your pocket for you to munch on when you feel bored.

you can't help the sneaky grin that makes its way onto your lips as you ask, "are you giving me these so i'll think of you when i eat them?"

this catches cyno by surprise. he almost splutters into a fit of flustered coughs, but he manages to hold his composure. "well, i-if you want to," he says meekly.

well, sort of managed to, anyway.

boyfie!cyno who scowls back at anyone looking at you the wrong way. scary bodyguard privilege, maybe?

"cyno, what's wrong?"

you raise a confused eyebrow at the stern expression on your boyfriend's face. he is looking at something behind you, but that deadly glint shines in his eyes already speaks volumes.

his arm sneaks around your waist to pull you closer, "nothing. somebody was just staring at you."

is he possessive or just protective, who knows? perhaps, both.

☆ ALHAITHAM!

boyfie!alhaitham who sneaks glances at you from over his book when he is reading. he denies it, though.

"you really think you're sneaky, huh? i can see you looking at me from all the way over here," you laugh.

with how much time alhaitham has spent rolling his eyes, you would've thought he lost them by now. but your lover doesn't look ready to give up.

"are you sure you weren't just seeing things? i was too immersed in the book, if you haven't noticed," he responds to your daring statement (which contains the truth, actually).

you hum sarcastically, "sure, sure."

"think whatever you want," there he goes rolling his eyes, again — but he is fooling no one with that little smile on his lips.

boyfie!alhaitham who predicts the plotlines of every single movie when you two have a movie night.

"it's getting too quiet. i reckon it's probably time... and..."

you are quite literally spooked out of your mind, holding onto the pillow in your chest like it's a lifeline. but alhaitham can't seem to relate; with the way he leans back to take in the scene on the screen, he looks more bored than anything.

"—there goes the jumpscare. i saw this coming from twenty minutes ago."

you scrunch your nose in annoyance and throw him a light scowl, "can you, at least, pretend to be the least bit shocked?"

alhaitham scoffs before letting out the fakest noise of fear, if you've ever heard one. "...ahh. there, are you happy now?"

"this is why i hate you."

"what a roundabout way to say i love you, i appreciate it."

boyfie!alhaitham who acts irritated when you want to use his shoulder to sleep, but he lets you anyway, albeit he does so very grumpily. (indirect reference to a previous work i wrote!)

the weight of your head on his shoulder doesn't bother him that much, but he can't have you getting used to this. certainly not.

alhaitham sighs tiredly, "my shoulder isn't a pillow, you know?" you nod, yet you don't move an inch as you reply, "i know."

"i assume you also know that neck pillows exist? and for a very cheap price?"

"uh-huh."

he almost wants to push you off and throw a blanket over your head. not that it'll shut you up nor would he actually do that, but a man can dream about peace.

"well, if you know, then act like it."

"no, ignorance is bliss."

alhaitham hates that philosophy but he likes you; so, he doesn't really have much of a choice, does he?

"you little... ugh, fine."

boyfie!alhaitham who quizzes you on random facts. he doesn't expect you to get them all right, of course; let's just call it "sharing is caring" but with the concept of knowledge.

why are you even subjected to this? you've asked alhaitham this before, but he tells you every time that this is just his definition of 'fun'. (and that if you love him, you'll indulge. talk about affectionate blackmail.)

"...do i look like albert einstein to you?" you gape at him, crossing your arms against your chest in disbelief. how are you supposed to answer that isaac newton level question?

"if you do, then i wouldn't have asked," he smiles. a smile that you don't think you feel relief upon seeing, you can just sense that there is a hint of sadism somewhere in his expression.

"what do i get from this?" you are ready to whine your way out of his little game, but his answer to your question has your interest marginally piqued.

alhaitham affirms, "anything you want."

"...a kiss?"

"no."

that is alhaitham's way of saying yes; well, granted that you can somewhat answer the question, anyway.

"—and don't you even think about using google," he adds. darn it, looks like you're not gonna get that kiss.

☆ KAVEH!

boyfie!kaveh who just feels his chest fluttering, his stomach exploding butterflies, his legs weakening every time you call him "your boyfriend". (he is the biggest simp for you, naturally.)

"kav, you're so old-fashioned for liking that type of sappy stuff," you stifle a laugh behind your hand. kaveh feigns a dramatic gasp, "ah! old-fashioned? i am not." he speaks again, but with a sulky hint to his tone this time, "being called yours and calling you mine are not sappy, is it not the truth?"

okay, he looks proud for saying that.

"flatterer," you roll your eyes. but then, you grin wide as you add, "my flatterer."

and only by doing that, kaveh swears you just shot an arrow through his heart. oh my gosh, you're so unfair, but you're also so cute that he wants to kiss you and smother you and— ahem, moving on.

boyfie!kaveh who always tells you that you're his only last thread of sanity whenever he deals with alhaitham.

"can you believe it?! that was what he said to me, word for word, verbatim! that jerk, i'll hide his work phone where he can't ever find it."

"good luck on that. he is about the same height as you, babe."

"[y/n], my love, you were supposed to be on my side!"

(okay, maybe you just wanted to tease him a little but god, that pout on his lips is beautiful.)

boyfie!kaveh who immediately keels over the spot every time you wear his clothes. how you look so adorable, how you smell like him... his one weakness.

"oh. my. days."

standing in the kitchen and that is the first thing you heard. not even a "hello" or a "good morning, love". you turn around, the shirt you stole from your boyfriend's corner in the closet on your figure, with a hand on your hip.

you frown confusedly, "what? what happened?" why, did the toothpaste run out again? you are about to ask until you see kaveh pointing a finger at you like a madman.

"my clothes. you're wearing my clothes," he stammers dramatically. you tilt your head questioningly, "...yes, and?"

"what do you mean, and? c'mere—"

boyfie!kaveh who kisses your hand as a greeting, as a habit, and as a hobby. he denies it but he really is into that old-fashioned thingy, huh?

"that tickles," you giggle when kaveh's lips brush against your knuckles. "a fitting greeting for my beloved, of course," he plants another exaggerated kiss on the back of your hand.

"if you like my hand so much, you might as well put a ring on it, then."

"wha— wait, did you just— did you just beat me to it? are you proposing to me?!"

☆ KUNIKUZUSHI!

boyfie!kunikuzushi who always gets blushy-angry whenever you compliment him for literally anything.

you already know that your boyfriend is a man of many talents, if only he were willing to show them more often. this time, though; you somehow manage to persuade him into being the cook for tonight. don't ask how, you have your ways.

you bring a spoonful of food to your mouth, "mm, kuni, this actually tastes pretty good!"

you hear a gasp, an offended one.

"what do you mean, actually? of course, it'd taste good," he shoots you a glare, holding back an insulted snarl in the back of his throat.

"pfft, okay, okay. you should cook more, embrace your malewife side."

"my what— i will throw this plate at you."

yep, totally worth it.

boyfie!kunikuzushi who suffers because kids love flocking around him. he can't believe he is doing this, but he has no choice but to send you a desperate look that says "help".

this sight in front of you right now is far beyond priceless. seeing your grumpy lover being surrounded by enthusiastic children tugging on his sleeve is too good, too good.

you wonder what exactly attracted them to him? he isn't really someone who looks welcoming — but eitherway, you are enjoying this.

way more than you should, actually.

"d'aww, kuni, the kids love you!"

"...i wanna go home," he deadpans at you lifelessly while the children continue to jump around him.

boyfie!kunikuzushi who snorts when you accidentally hurt yourself but he still cares, at least. (he finds amusement in your clumsiness, one hundred percent.)

"so, i wasn't paying attention and walked into a glass door today—"

"pfft."

"...did you just laugh at my pain?"

"no. anyway, let me see the bruise. put some ice on it."

(at least, he cares.)

boyfie!kunikuzushi who grumbles every time you give him affection like an automated puppet (pun intended).

"ugh, stop doing that," kunikuzushi mumbles through gritted teeth; but not in a hostile way, he looks more... grouchy than anything. as per usual, of course.

you're merely holding his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, he looks annoyed. but the funny thing is that he is barely resisting your affection at all.

you poke at him jokingly, "what? i'm just squeezing your hand. not like i was trying to squeeze the life out of you."

"it's annoying..." he scoffs before trailing off into a quieter voice, "do it again."

(is this what they call hypocrisy at its best?)

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[magniloquent-raven]

I am once again plagued with thoughts that aren't 100% coherent so imma just ramble for a bit, pls gather 'round for some stuff about Billy and body image issues cuz I'm in my feels rn.

Billy spends a lot of time staring at Nancy.

Enough that Tommy's noticed and he starts ribbing him about it. "That's one thing of Steve's you might want to stay away from," bitter and pointed. Enough that Jonathan Byers gives him the stink eye whenever he's within glaring distance. Enough that a handful of the more desperate chicks still high off the fumes of his New Kid smell have started dressing like fucking librarians in hopes of catching his eye.

He doesn't give a shit about any of it, if anything the rumour mill is helping him out for once. Less work involved in keeping up appearances if everyone just assumes he isn't sleeping around because he's too busy sniffing Wheeler's granny panties.

As long as no one guesses the real reason, it's fine. It's fucking peachy. It's one silver lining in this shitstorm of a situation.

He's so tired of his eyes inevitably being drawn to her barely-there tits and tiny waist. Every time he's bored at lunch, his gaze wanders. When he's in the library pretending to study, there she fucking is, even smaller when she's hunched over a pile of cue cards.

The longer he looks at her the more sure he is that Steve will never really want him.

Steve's slept with plenty of girls. A variety of girls. He probably couldn't afford to be too picky in this shitty little town. But he's only fallen in love once. One time. The only time it mattered what he was sticking his dick in was when it was in Nancy Wheeler.

And Billy...will never be her. Not even close.

He'll only ever be a warm mouth and a convenient hand, he'll never matter.

She's flat, and thin. Willowy, narrow-shouldered. Petite. Inches shorter than him and nearly half as broad. Thin fingers and delicate wrists. She fit comfortably under Steve's arm, she could nestle safely into his side.

And it was all so fucking easy for her. She never had to try.

She never had to piss off her dad so she'd be forced to skip meals. She never did laps around her neighbourhood until she was lightheaded and doubled over, dry-heaving in someone's hedge. She was never forced to sign up for baseball as a child, poked and prodded and guilted into it because a couple shirts were starting to get tight across the stomach, and being a momma's boy was bad enough, being a fat, lazy piece of shit too was unacceptable.

He used to think he'd done well, maintaining the physique he has. He's worked hard for it. Scraping together his savings for a weight set and keeping careful track of his calorie intake and never skipping a single fucking day of exercise, hangovers and broken bones be damned. And it's fucking useful, truth be told. More than keeping away the echo of old insults bouncing around in his head, it's made flirting that much easier.

But the more he looks at Nancy Wheeler, the more he hates the things he can't change. It gets into his head. Digs in deep, leaving scars on its way down.

He thinks Steve might've noticed.

He knows Steve has heard the stupid rumours about Wheeler, and probably chalked it up to Billy being an asshole, as usual. But it's harder to explain away his sudden tendency to go extremely still whenever Steve puts his hands anywhere on his torso. A palm pressed to his chest, slipped under his shirt, or fingertips digging into his back, or a casual fucking pat on the shoulder—whatever it is, he can't help freezing up, if only for a second, a sick feeling twisting his stomach, cold and shameful and clawing at his lungs.

And then, eventually, they argue.

It's over nothing. And everything. Billy can't explain what his fucking damage is, and Steve can't stop needling in the wrong places. They scream at each other until their throats are raw and Billy leaves when his knuckles start to itch.

He cries all the way home and doesn't eat for four days. Not on purpose. Not consciously. He's just. Fucking. Busy. He's busy. He's always gotta drive Max somewhere or dodge Neil's thinly veiled threats or lock himself in his room when bile starts to bubble up in the back of his throat and his head pounds and he doesn't think about why he's snapping at everyone constantly, he just pounds back a couple beers and goes to sleep. And then it's four days later, and he's flying off the handle at Neil, too sluggish and lightheaded to see the hit coming, and...

Steve comes to see him at the hospital. He hasn't told anyone anything but they've got him hooked up to a banana bag and the nurses keep making sad eyes at him when they come to check his stitches.

He hates it, sitting around doing nothing, being closely monitored every fucking second, it make his skin crawl, and he hates it even more when Steve's standing in the doorway looking at him.

Not for the first time, he's overwhelmed wondering what exactly Steve sees.

He's a fucking mess right now. Greasy hair tangled at the back, bruises peeking out from under the collar of his gross papery hospital gown, one eye swollen shut and a dark tangle of thread holding his eyebrow together. It feels stupid to get stressed about all the shit that usually bothers him when there's so many other things to worry about, but he still finds himself shifting in place, hunching his shoulders, hiding his hands in the crooks of his elbows.

It's sort of a disaster. Worse than last time they saw each other. Billy's not in the mood for Steve's apologies and Steve's at a loss for what else to say.

They don't see each other again for months. Steve graduates. Billy avoids anywhere he thinks Steve might be, and lies awake at night haunted by stolen touches.

He catches a glimpse of Steve through the red haze of storm clouds and cold lightning, tears blurring his vision, the Mind Flayer wearing him like a suit. Their cars collide, and everything whites out for a second.

He's in the hospital again when they finally talk. Billy rolls his eyes at "We've gotta stop meeting like this," and tries not to think about last time he was here. Steve seems more than willing to ignore it. Move forward. Guess demonic possession puts some things into a different perspective.

When Billy's released from the hospital he's seventeen pounds heavier than he was a few months ago. Every time the nurses did their check-ups and put him on the scale they'd pat his elbow, smiling encouragingly, telling him how good he was doing while he watched his stomach get softer, his biceps get less defined, watched himself disappear beneath a layer of fat.

The first thing he does when he gets home is throw up.

He doesn't make it happen. It just happens. And he blames it on the meds they have him on. It's a plausible enough reason, and it means he doesn't have to interrogate the tiny spark of satisfaction he got from losing his lunch.

His second day back home Neil asks him when he's going to start exercising again. His expression is pinched. Cold. His eyes are ice chips freezing Billy's skin wherever they touch, lingering on the softness under his chin, and where the hem of his sleeve pinches his skin.

He pushes his dinner away and grits out an answer from between clenched teeth.

He doesn't need the reminder that he's gotten weak while he was trapped in a hospital bed, but Neil gives it to him anyways. Tells him all about everything he should do to get things back to normal. Push past the pain. Work harder. He tunes it out after a while, and watches grease congeal on his meatloaf.

Eddie Munson is the first person to bring up the things Billy's never known how to talk about.

They started hanging out after Billy's most recent brush with death. Billy's not sure exactly how the got here, from buying the occasional painkiller and letting the guy wax poetic about his dumb band, to spending weekends getting high together at the trailer park. But as weird things in his life go, it's barely worth questioning.

This particular conversation starts with Chrissy Cunningham.

Specifically, Eddie's massive boner for her.

Billy's been noticing it for a while. He hasn't been letting it bother him.

He hasn't.

Maybe he likes the way Eddie smiles at him when they pass a joint back and forth, lazily stretched out and wearing three less layers than usual, and maybe he thinks about closing the distance between them when Eddie offers to shotgun, but it doesn't fucking matter. Just like it doesn't matter that Steve hasn't touched him since before the Mind Flayer and things are fucking weird now that they're on speaking terms again. None of it matters, he's just a fucking idiot.

Because Steve and his new best friend Robin are attached at the hip lately and everyone can see where that's going, and Eddie won't stop talking about tiny, pretty, perfect fucking Chrissy and her stupid ponytail.

And Billy...Billy gets winded walking up the porch steps at his house now. And he pulled a muscle in his back trying to lift half the weight he used to press. And last week he burned three pairs of jeans in the backyard because he kept grabbing them out of his laundry pile, not realizing they don't fit anymore until he was struggling to pull them up past his knees.

He's lost the one thing people used to actually like about him. Never the people he wanted, he was never enough for that, but it was something. Now he's just...

Now he's just listening to a guy he likes talk about some goddamn cheerleader like she personally hung the moon just for him.

And he's drunk. They're both drunk. Eddie in a soppy, embarrassing way, with a sparkle in his eye and a flush on his cheeks, an arm across the back of the couch, outstretched far enough that the tips of his fingers almost brush Billy's shoulder.

He wants to move closer. Thinks about shuffling into Eddie's space, curling into the warmth at his side. But it twists in his guts, sours, sickens—he couldn't, he can't. And he hates himself for wanting to.

"What do you see in her?" spills out of his mouth, bitter on his tongue and sharpened by anger he has no right to feel.

She's pretty. He expects it. She's pretty, she's perfect. She's a fucking angel even though her and Eddie only know each other because she buys drugs off of him. But she can do no wrong because she looks like a little china doll with sad eyes and everyone would be devastated if a single hair on her tiny delicate head was harmed.

Eddie only looks thrown off for a second. A moment. But he shrugs it off, leans his head back against the couch cushions and grins at the ceiling. "She likes my music."

Since fucking when.

"So, what, it's just an ego stroking thing then."

"Nah, man. I mean. Like. She's got this whole good-girl thing going on, but you should see her when I pull out my guitar, it's fuckin'...magic. When she lets herself just. Live." He wiggles his fingers in the air, arms spread, then drops them back down.

Billy's heart clenches, squeezes. It hurts and he doesn't know why. "Bullshit."

"Nah, nah. Seriously. The guy she's dating is a fucking asshole. And her mom..." he trails off, and rubs his eye. "She's just got all this pressure to be perfect, act a certain way, look a certain way, be a certain way, and I hate seeing what it does to her, man. I hate it. No one should have to deal with all that. So. I dunno. I like helping her cut loose. Sorta, find herself, I guess." He cracks a crooked smile, casting a glance in Billy's direction.

And his smile drops.

"Billy?" He sits up, cautious, eyebrows up and his eyes wide.

Billy turns away, shocked into motion, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "I'm fine. Fuck off."

He didn't notice he was crying until Eddie looked at him like he'd seen a ghost.

"Yeah, obviously."

"Fuck you."

Eddie doesn't get much more out of him that night. But he starts watching Billy like a hawk after that. Checking in on him at random. Calling if they haven't seen each other in a few days. It should be irritating as fuck, and he acts like it is, but he still basks in the attention.

Doesn't hurt that it seems to annoy Steve to no end.

Especially doesn't hurt when, in a fit of apparent jealousy, Steve shoves Billy into a wall and kisses him like his life depends on it.

The hurt comes when Steve starts to unbutton Billy's shirt and Billy reflexively shoves him away, when he wants to keep going but wants it to stop and can't tell Steve either of those things because he doesn't have the words.

So he gets angry. At Steve, for pushing it, crossing lines he can't even see. But mostly at himself, because it might be easier than standing there heartbroken but he knows it's the worst thing he could do.

And at Steve, again, when the he doesn't respond the way he should. Doesn't punish Billy for doing the wrong thing, reacting wrong, being wrong. He doesn't withdraw and save himself, he tries to understand, tries to talk it out, like this is something Billy can just say out loud and it'll all be fixed.

He doesn't explain. Not that day. But he lets Steve hold him while he cries, ugly gasping sobs into the front of Steve's shirt, curled up in his lap, collapsed on the floor and tangled together. Because despite everything he's told himself, he does fit comfortably in Steve's arms.

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I saw you were taking requests for Hades :3

Soo...him x transmasc reader maybe? Like the reader is dysphoric n stuff sigh

And just him x a male reader in general I'm not normal abt the man ragh

SHUT UP, BOY | HADES

summary: You had resentment towards Hades because you feel that he does not validate you, which is quite the opposite and he shows it to you. pairing: Hades x male!transmasc!reader warning: gender dysphoria, body dysphoria and transphobia a/n: I'm a member of the trans umbrella! It was very nice to write it

You had gotten into the bad habit of being a very defensive boy, everything they said to you you took rudely to defend yourself, and it was a terrible way to socialize, so you didn't have many friends. No matter how villainous, macabre and twisted the VKs were, they all respected your identity and when they made fun of you they had the minimum education to respect your identity, at least.

You were angry with them because they had tripped you and you had thrown your things at the entrance to your room, a gesture that irritated your already strong character, you were just sitting on the floor picking up and releasing indirect insults to those who did not see you and collided with you .

When you are missing half of your books, someone bumps their knee into your shoulder, making you raise your head angrily to complain without receiving a response. The person is forgotten when you see Hades, yes, the god of the underworld himself and a VK walk in your direction staring at you.

The only thing you think about is quickly picking up your books before it's too late and he throws them at you again.

 A whirlpool attacks your brain, sweeping away your coherent thoughts when he finally reaches you, bending down and picking up the missing half. You didn't know whether to thank him or insult him.

“I need help with homework. I’m going to pay you back.”

SON OF A BITCH. INTERESTED. UNGRATEFUL TORCH-

You just roll your eyes and receive your books, carrying some in your arms and putting others in your bag. “First, what do you intend to pay me with?” You pause when he opens his mouth. “I'm not interested in money.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you want then?”

“Your friends stop bothering me.”

“I can’t promise they will deliver.”

“Then let them reduce it.”

He shrugged and you walked into your room, being followed by him. They were not going to comply.

After doing what many thought impossible, that is, Hades getting a good grade, he didn't stop looking for you with stupid excuses, the most common being that he was bored and couldn't find his friends or he was tired of listening to Uliana complain.

Little by little they formed what could be called 'hate friendship', which was the two of you being friends who insult each other and make unpleasant comments about each other but who at the same time help and defend each other.

Defender.

Not everyone at school was open-minded like you expected, and after a while you got used to it and just let them be as long as they didn't blurt out some personally derogatory comment for the purpose of being annoying. How had it happened to you now?

You were locked in your room, you had locked the door while you looked at yourself with contempt in the full-length mirror; You never hated yourself, you just let yourself develop and when you came of age you would do what you had to do.

You watched as your hair trailed to your elbows, embracing you in an unpleasant mess like greasy cobwebs. Your sculpted waist as if you were a porcelain doll and the curve of your legs towards your crotch made you nauseous.  Your bust wasn't exaggerated, but not all the layers of clothing in the world could hide it.

Miss. Lady. Princess.

“Y/N!” He knocked on your door hard.

“I'm not here.”

“If you don't open the door I'll burn it”

“No, you won't.” You sighed, tearing your heavy gaze away from the distorted figure in the mirror and turning the knob to let Hades in. “What happend?”

He took your arms in a paranoid manner hidden from external annoyance. “What happend? That you locked yourself in your room after an idiot has opened his mouth, that has happened.”

“Where is he now?” You furrowed your eyebrows in doubt.

"Oh, he'll probably be in the infirmary because of the beating that Hook and Maleficent will give him."

"There's no necessary."

“It is completely necessary. Are you OK? Why did you lock the door?”

You looked down. Your face did not express anything; neither tiredness, nor annoyance, nor discomfort nor sadness, it was like a blank canvas that seemed to be painted with the desperation of your mind to be someone.

“I'm fine, seriously, it was nothing.”

Hades, still unconvinced drowning in paranoia and holding your arms so tightly that his nails were beginning to print on your arms, finally hugged you, rubbing his hands down your back to give you comfort.

“You're not like the others, right?”

"What are you talking about?"

“I thought you hated me.”

"I don't understand you."

“Hades, do you see me as a boy?”

The words scratch your throat with the pain of letting them out in a broken whisper, which makes your face take on the expression of being desperate, but also of just wanting him to take care of it. He brings his leather-gloved hand up and cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. 

The look in his eyes is nothing but pure longing and cheesy crap you swore you hated until he started punching idiots who refused to respect you. Maybe it wasn't the most romantic thing, but the intention to dare was something new.

"You're my boy, if you wasn't like that I wouldn't have let you get as close as you are now.”

“You came to me.”

He shrugged. “It's something you hit me.”

His face gets dangerously close to yours until his lips meet yours, making your stomach jump and you leave him alone, speaking for all the times you dreamed of a happy ending full of pink hearts for Let them shut up and let you live in the very close moment.

[20-th-centurygirl]

worse ways to wake up

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: language, smut

summary: accidentally waking Mason up when thinking of the previous night drives you crazy 🤭

a/n: I saw this concept ages ago and I'm absolutely obsessed with it so I had to write it 🤭

part 2

masterlist

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You had no idea where the wave of you feeling absolutely insatiable this morning had come from, but you were growing increasingly frustrated at the fact Mason looked so adorable sleeping otherwise you would've woke him up and asked him to do something.

But you didn't. He was tired and you were fully aware of that so you left him to sleep peacefully next to you, his chest rising and falling slowly and little snores fell out of his lightly parted lips. You were both lay on your backs, so you placed one of your legs on top of his and you were thankful that you hadn't put any underwhere on after the previous nights activities, instead you threw on only one of Mason's t shirts while he was still stark naked underneath the sheets that were bunched up around his waist. Seeing his naked torso driving you even more insane.

You slid your hand slowly up your shirt, cupping one boob at a time, pinching and twisting your nipple in the way Mason would. You dragged your hand down your stomach agonisingly slowly before moving it up and down your inner thighs, teasing yourself the way Mason would.

You slid one finger down to your slit, surprising yourself at how wet you actually were. You moved your hand up slightly and began to slowly circle your clit with your ring and middle finger, letting out small whimpers as you did so. You tried to be as quiet as possible, but as you gradually picked up the pace that task became harder and harder. Your gaze and left Mason and instead your head was straight, you were faced with the ceiling for a split second before you closed your eyes.

You hadn't noticed Mason had woken up, too lost in chasing your high, until you felt his hand grab at your wrist, gently moving your hand away and replacing it with his. You eyes shot open as you turned too look at him, his eyes were still shut and you were unsure if he was even awake or not. "Mase?" You half asked half moaned and he began to rub circles quicker. He opened one eye, smirking at you before he pushed his middle finger into you. "Fuck Mase." The smirk grew impossibly wider, "so desperate hm? Moment you wake up and the moment you go to sleep you just constantly need me don't you baby?" Both his eyes were open at this point as he turned his head to fully look at you, loving how your eyes were squeezed shut as he inserted a second finger and began to rub your clit with his thumb. "Not my fault I can't get over -m fuck- last night." You panted out, grabbing at his moving wrist as some sort of way of signalling you were close, stringing a coherent sentence together seeming impossible. But Mason knew. His knowledge of your body was impeccable, years together and sex constantly had meant you had both knew eachothers bodies like the back of your hands and you knew exactly how to make the other feel amazing. "You close?" You nodded feverishly, letting out an extremely loud moan as he curled his fingers impossibly deeper. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you saw starts, gripping onto the sheets so hard your nuckles became significantly paler as you clenched around his hand. Mason carried on his movements until you pulled his wrist away, the overstimulation becoming too much for you.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving to lie on his side, the sheets dipping and revealing his erection. You lay panting with your eyes still closed for at least another 20 seconds, Mason's eyes not wavering once. You eventually turned to face him, a tint decorating your cheeks. "Good morning." He smirked with an incrediblely teasing undertone to his voice. "Shut up." You rolled your eyes as he chuckled. "I'm not complaining, there are worse ways to wake up." "I wasn't even being that loud before you started." "I beg to differ darling. Either way, I think you ought to thank me with that perfect mouth of yours." His cocky grin and tone made you weak in the knees as he pulled down the sheets completely, showing you just how desperate you managed to make him.

Sorry for the cliffhanger 🤭. Do we want a part 2?

[ghcstao3]

I am back at it with sleeptalking!Soap because why not!

Anyways, Soap's sleep talking stops being so much of an issue for Ghost after a while. Part of it is he just becomes used to his lover spouting nonsense in his sleep, and the other part is because hearing Johnny talking, even while asleep, is so comforting because it means they're both alive.

Ghost just loves hearing Soap's voice at night; somewhat gruffer than normal due to his sleeping state, but still proof that they both made it another day, that Simon made it another day.

But then Soap realizes he's only ever talked in his sleep with Ghost. He's only ever gotten sleep so deep it allows him to start talking in his sleep when he's with Simon. He only ever sleeps like this when his Simon is wrapped around him because "Johnny~, you're so warm and I'm so cold~"

And it's a nice revelation for them both, despite neither sharing their sentiments about Soap's nightly one-sided conversations. So it becomes their little secret, something for them to hold and share together to remind them of how far they've come.

At least, it is that way for a while. And then the one mission happens and Soap falls asleep during exfil.

The actual exfil isn't even a one-way ticket out. They first have to spend several hours cramped in a truck with the rest of the team and their friends from Las Almas. But still, it isn't the worst and allows some recovery time before making it back to base. Soap and Ghost had spent a couple of days straight trapped in a rather awful situation, and the truck was roomy enough to allow the two to curl up together in a small corner of their own and drift off to the dull rumble of the truck.

Except Soap is the only one able to fall asleep, and judging by the way he forces himself into Ghost's side in his sleep, it's clear he was very tired indeed. So what if Ghost and Soap never actually openly addressed their relationship to Alejandro and Rudy? Ghost knew that they knew and he was too tired to do anything but wrap his arms around his sergeant.

And what no one expects, especially not Ghost, is that Soap will in fact be so tired and will fall in such a deep sleep, he begins to mumble. Incoherent mumblings at first, with a few Gaelic phrases thrown in here and there, nothing too much but still warrants confused and mildly concerned glances from Alejandro, mostly. Gaz offers at least one side-eye at the snoozing Scot, but is too tired to be concerned.

But then the one-sided conversation starts as Soap sweetly nestles further into Simon's neck. And suddenly the atmosphere inside the truck is incredibly awkward. Ghost can't even muster a dark enough glare to dissuade the others from staring; he's too busy trying not to laugh.

"No, yer wrong. Clearly's got himself a whole fuckin' bakery." Soap's first coherent sentence of the night. Not quite enough to rattle everyone, but enough to earn him a few confused glances that don't last long.

"It's nae even close. He'd out cake yer cake any day." Now that? That earned a couple of lingering, very confused stares. Even Ghost couldn't help but look down at the peacefully sleeping Soap and think 'what the fuck' to himself.

"Just admit yer jealous of me and move on, Garrick!" Soap's angry little outburst actually elicited a couple of nervous laughs from some of the others, and Ghost was extremely tempted to wake him. He only decided against it because fucking hell, even though they weren't alone and this was supposed to be their secret, Soap hadn't slept in a couple of days and he deserved such deep slumber. Besides, it's actually incredibly rare for Ghost to hear Soap address any specific person during his sleep rants. Not to mention the awkward half laugh that escaped Gaz at the mention of his name was too good to ignore.

"Yes yeh are jealous! Yer jealous cause I get all the cake!" Chaos. Gaz leaning into Price, absolutely wheezing from trying not to laugh so as to let Soap stay asleep. Alejandro dropping his head down and practically falling into Rudy's lap with a silent laugh. Price and Rudy both letting out small chuckles and snorts. And Ghost? Man's is shaking from how hard he's trying not to laugh. Why his love was arguing with his friend about cake in his dream is beyond Ghost, but by god is it hilarious.

"Yeh could just ask him, Gaz. It's nae even mah cake, it's Simon's." Soap mumbles, a frown drawing on his sleeping face. Ghost matches Gaz's wheeze as they exchange confused, yet amused glances.

"Aye, ah ken we're datin' but there's no shame in asking. I dinnae blame yeh, why'd ya think I liked him in the first place?" Everyone has mostly calmed since apparently in Soap's dream world, Simon must make some really good baked goods.

"Ah know, Gaz! It was the fuckin' thigh straps tha' got me. Just the icin' on top of the cake, yeh ken?" If Ghost wasn't so busy trying not to laugh loud and hard enough to startle Soap awake, he would've been much more concerned for Gaz. The second the statement left Soap's mouth, Gaz let out a rather inhuman wheeze as he collapsed to the floor of the truck. Alejandro is back on Rudy's lap, loud laughs only slightly muffled.

Unfortunately for them, Soap begins to stir at the sudden uptick in commotion, as Gaz remains curled on the floor laughing his ass off. Even Rudy had hidden his face in Alejandro's shoulder to hide the tears of laughter. Price attempts to check on Gaz but is laughing too hard to be effective.

And Ghost, well let's just say Soap was okay being woken up by laughter. It was genuine belly-aching laughter coming from his Ghost, his Simon, whom probably hasn't laughed so hard in his entire life. Soap, of course, is incredibly confused as to what the fuck was so funny it was making Ghost choke from laughing too hard.

"Wha's so funny?" Soap slurs, sleep still clinging to him. Ghost can only wheeze in response, hugging Soap closely in an attempt to show he does love him despite what they are laughing at. Ghost even has to remove his mask and wipe the tears that have now begun to make his eye-black run.

"Do you remember your dream, Love?" Simon asks in between giggles. Soap slowly shakes his head, as he normally did when asked this question. Ghost can only laugh again as red floods Soap's ears as he realizes he must've been talking in his sleep.

"I didn't know I wanted your cake so bad, Lt." Gaz finally manages to say, causing Alejandro to let out the most startling high pitched laugh anyone has ever heard. Ghost snorts and laughs so hard he ends up coughing again, yet Soap isn't really paying attention. He's too focused on the beautiful way Simon's face lights up with laughter, the way his cheeks redden and emphasize the scars that litter his face.

And then he processes Gaz's words, and suddenly his entire neck is red with embarrassment. He hides in Ghost's neck again, to which the elder can only keep laughing.

Safe to say, Soap is only okay with the others knowing he sleep-talks simply because it let him witness the most beautiful thing on earth: Simon Riley's full belly laugh.

(This somehow turned into laugh headcanons for the 141 and Los Vaqueros, idk how that happened??? I can make an official post about it because, as someone with a very weird laugh, it's nice to see people depict them with silly goofy laughs like normal people)

Also this was soo much longer than I originally anticipated??? Sorry??

don’t apologize!! i loved this!! soap defending his bf’s ass in his sleep is so silly

also i would love to see a laugh hcs post that would be so fun

[lichenes]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write a Vincent Renzi/reader meeting each other during their law school days? I'm deeply obsessed with this man and you write amazing, thanks!!!! 🌟🥹

Thank you anon!! I'm gonna expand upon your ask and give you meeting Vincent during your law school days and once again years later... Vincent Renzi x gn!reader CW: angst, comfort, SFW wc: 900 _____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿_____

Vincent was sitting in the library cramming for his next exam. His finals were approaching inexorably, filling him with nothing but anxiety and disdain for his professors. He averted his gaze from the books for a moment and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly he felt a cautious touch on his shoulder.

"Sorry to interrupt, is this seat taken?" A person looking to be about his age was leaning down towards him. Not registering the person fully and half concious from the 3 coffees he drunk the night before wearing off Vincent shook his head absent-mindedly. They smiled at him and sat next to him with a quiet 'thank you'.

You've been intrigued with him for quite a long time and as the end of your studies was approaching you gathered up your courage to talk to him. He, admittedly, wasn't looking his best at the moment. His eyes sunken and clearly tired, you wondered if it wasn't the best moment to be talking to him.

You decided that since you've already sat down you would at least attempt to have a conversation with him, fortunately he beat you to it. He must've realised the inhumanity of his previous behaviour and opened. "Sorry, I'm just really tired. My name's Vincent." You smiled at him sympathetically. Introducing yourself you extended you hand towards him. He shook it with a slight chuckle.

"Very nice to meet you."

These weekly meetings were becoming a habit for both of you. You'd always jokingly ask whether the seat was taken or not and he'd taken to responding 'yes, by you' luring you by his charm. Oh, you were entranced by Vincent. His calm yet sympathetic demeanour made him out to be the perfect lawyer and perfect partner.

One day while sitting in your respective seats he put his hand on yours and looking deep into your eyes asked if you'd be his partner. If he were a cartoon character he would have had hearts in his eyes. He knew you've wanted this since you first saw him, so why were you hesitating now? The perfect college love story, one you'd be telling your grandchildren, right?

He looked at you puzzled. "Not sure?" He laughed nervously grabbing your other hand and trying to establish eyecontact. "I-" You couldn't form a coherent thought. Your heart was racing a million miles per hour. He picked up his things and stormed out of the library leaving with tears welling up in his eyes.

"The reality is you've made a fool of me... I- never want to see you again chérie." He said through the phone, his voice laced with venom.

At the graduation, when they called out for 'Maître Vincent Renzi' he didn't even look your way, despite your attempts to reconnect with him by text, calls or any means necessary. For now you had to be content with looking at him as he was avoiding your presence as much as he could.

You went on to become the lawyer you've always wanted to be and your life was going pretty well. You might as well have forgotten about Vincent up untill you've moved to the Alps on a whim. You decided you wanted a quiter life as you were content with the amount of adventures, ups and downs and whatever else life has thrown at you.

You've become quite friendly with Sandra who happened to be one of your only neighbours, so aside from her, her son and Snoop you didn't get much human contact. As she was indicted you took in Graner for him to not feel so lonely in their big house, after settling everything with Sandra of course.

One day the bell rung and in the doorway stood no other than Vincent. You almost had a heart attack when you saw him standing so nonchalantly outside your house. "Vincent?" You asked, not believing your own luck.

"No. I'm only here for the kid. Sandra's name's been cleared and he can return back home." You pleaded. "Vincent please. Let's talk." He shook his head. "I gave you the opportunity once. I won't let you break my heart again." You declined your head and called for Graner to pack his bags once more.

Sandra threw a party after getting her bearings to celebrate her victory over the justice system. Both Vincent and you were invited so you prepared yourself for a night of awkwardness. As with any party after the kid went to sleep Sandra pulled out a bottle of wine you were to share. After more than just a few glasses you were feeling postivively buzzed.

Vincent seemed to tense up when Sandra excused herself to go to bed, assuring you both to stay as long as you wanted. You both were too drunk to realise your situation but you were, essentially, left alone in a huge quiet house as lovers manqué.

"You ever think about me Vincent?" He froze. "Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and imagine me standing beside you?" He got instantly transported to that time in the library when you destroyed any belief he had in love. "...of- of course." He chuckled sadly. "I look at myself, a bitter and unlovable man and wonder what could've been."

You closed the space between you and smashed your lips into his. He missed you, your scent, your attitude, your jokes, your eyes, you. _____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿_____ masterlist

[turiluvr]

kisses on your back

in which tighnari finds himself absolutely helpless when it comes to you

— tighnari x gn!reader

It wasn't uncommon for Tighnari to ask for a massage of some sort after a long and tiring day. On some days, he'd ask you to massage his stiff shoulders with a pleading glance. On others, he'd do the same for you to return the favor—he's a firm believer that relationships should be a give-and-take situation rather than be on the receiving end constantly.

But ever since a certain incident, he's never asked for a back massage. Not because it still hurt but because of something else completely; he didn't know how you would react to seeing it for the first time. To any normal person, it wasn't a pretty sight to see traces of lightning etched into his skin like an engraving. And if Tighnari was being a little honest, showing his back—bare—to anyone made him feel vulnerable. A type of vulnerability that made him uncomfortable if he's with the wrong person.

Finally, you thought as you traced your fingertips along his back. The sudden contact of your fingertips trailing along his bare back sent shivers down his spine and he had to stop himself from moving too much when your palms were pressed against his lower back. You slid your hands to his shoulder blades with controlled force; moving carefully to avoid his scars. You couldn't help but ask him in a hushed tone while he buried half of his face into a pillow, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's fine." He felt vulnerable under your touch. He won't say it out loud but he wanted more of it; he wanted to melt into your touch. "You can keep going."

You continued to move your hands as the smell of burning incense wafted in the air. It was a little difficult retaining your current position sitting beside him after a while and thought that perhaps a change of position would do the trick. You let out a heavy breath as you asked Tighnari, "Hey, can I switch up my position a little? I'm having a bit of a hard time staying like this."

He didn't think much of it and he absentmindedly let out a small hum of affirmation. What happened next was certainly something he didn't expect—before he knew it, he felt a heavy weight push down his lower back and your hands coming back to his skin. It didn't take him long to figure out that you were sitting on his back. His head immediately turned to look at you with disbelief evident in his expression as he asked. "W-What the hell are you doing!?"

You only smiled at him in response. "It's easier to massage you like this." It was clear that you were teasing him a little in contrast to the silent atmosphere just moments ago. "Do you not like it?"

"I don't hate it but—Ah!" The last sound he made sounded a little breathless after the words he meant to say got stuck in his throat. It was hard to not get surprised—not when he suddenly felt your lips pressed against his back. His ears twitched slightly as he felt his face grow hotter with each passing second. His voice got a little weaker. "Hey…"

You didn't respond. You continued to pepper his back with small kisses as you slowly made your way to the back of his neck. His hair was tied up but you brushed away the small strays with your thumb as you placed another kiss there. At that point, it was already difficult for Tighnari to stay still and to keep quiet.

"You… Just what got into you so suddenly?"

"Nothing. I just felt like kissing you—can't I?"

"If you want to kiss me, get off me and I'll give you one properly." He sighed. "Don't you find this embarrassing?"

"No? I find myself quite fond of your back now." Another kiss; he grumbled as he forgot the words he wanted to say.

Quickly, he scrambled to form a coherent response. "That's… not fair, isn't it? I was caught off guard…"

He felt vulnerable but he thought that if it was you, he wouldn't mind it if he became helpless with every touch you leave on his skin as it leaves him breathless. Perhaps he wanted you to continue, to go further and touch him more. Or perhaps he wanted you to stop before he became completely swept away by your rhythm. Either way, your kisses kept him breathless and gave him no time to think. He let out a low groan.

Maybe a little bit more of this wouldn't hurt, he thought as the night stretched on for a bit longer.

[reidslovely]

tasm!peter x reader but it’s frat! peter and he’s drunk and he confesses to being in love with you 🫶🫶 (friends to lovers preferably)

how did you know bashful/peter start dating timeline?? are y'all in my brain??

you know as soon as the words fall out of his mouth that he is not completely coherent. the flashing lights of the bar light not only the confusion on your face but the lovesick, wide eyed look on his.

"did ya hear me bashful! i'm in love with you. i, me," he points to himself the dark liquid in his hand, sloshing out of the glass and onto the ground. "am in love with you!"

he's yelling now trying to make you hear him. but you can hear him, and so can his other frat brothers. harry snickering into his arm at his long time friend.

"and..i-i haven't been in love in years! so if you like don't love me back that's like cool ii guess. but like..I'm fucking crazy 'bout-"

your hand clamped down over his mouth, laughing as he pressed a kiss to your palm.

"i love you too parker!" you yelled over the music. "okay? let's just hope you remember it in the morning."

a muffled 'okay' was pressed against your palm, feeling him smile the words seeping into his heart.

you woke up before him the next morning, his arms tight around you his hair tickling the bare skin on your shoulder. he stirred as you rolled over pushing the hair from his face, dragging your palm down to hold him cheek. he always looked so peaceful like this, you couldn't help but sneakily snap a phot of his sleeping frame.

as the picture popped up on your phone, his hand came up pushing it down and away from him. "no photos bashful, the flash hurts."

"you are so pathetic."

you both shared a laugh as his hand stroked your skin, looking at you through half opened eyes. you wonder if he remembered what you told him last night, you wondered if he even remembered his own confession. maybe even in his tired state he could see right through you.

"guess what bashful?"

"mhm?" you questioned twirling a strand of his hair.

"it is very early in the morn-"

"its 10 am."

"shut up." he whispers pressing a finger on your lips. "point is. it is the morning, and i am still in love with you." his big bambi eyes stared into yours and it almost could make you cry.

"yeah well.." you sigh raising your eyebrows. "i still love you too."

[gatitties]

Strange friendship

─ Kisaki & Hanma, Peh-yan & Pah-chin, Taiju & South, Shion & Mochizuki x fem!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you have a curious duo as friends

─ Warnings: none

Kisaki & Hanma

─ Being friends with this pair means trouble, whether you get involved directly or indirectly, don't expect to have a quiet life like you've been having up to now.

─ At first Kisaki didn't like you, but Hanma found your attitude amusing, so the first few weeks after you started going out together there were only uncomfortable glances between you and him.

─ Why of all people decided to approach you? It was a mystery beyond that Hamna liked to tease you, you really had nothing to offer them, just your friendship and maybe your house to pass the time.

─ In any case, they liked having a person who wasn't involved with all their macabre plans, or at least not so involved in that world, they appreciated your disinterest sometimes.

─ You made fun of them a lot when you had more confidence because they acted like a married couple, sometimes you just stayed silent looking at them and letting your imagination do things.

"For the fifth time Hanma, we are not going to see Megamind"

"But it's your movie, why don't we see it?"

"Stop comparing me to that damn big head…"

"But you really are a mastermind!"

Kisaki pinched the bridge of his nose, tired of this stupid discussion about which movie to watch or not, the teenager got tired of Hanma's insistence and teasing, now noticing how quiet you had been all this time, his eyes met your lost look but at the same time fixed on both.

“My God… she's doing it again.

"Doing what?"

"She has that stupid look when she looks at us and sets us up as if we were boyfriends."

Hanma chuckled at his friend's words, snapping his fingers in front of you to snap you out of your inner trance, you blinked a few times realizing that now they were both looking at you.

"Why are you standing there? Haven't you picked the movie yet?"

"Choose, I'm not going to see Megamind."

Kisaki sat on the sofa, making the other boy laugh more openly for having upset his friend, you shrugged taking a look at the options you had to see, since they let you choose…

"Treasure planet? We've seen that one before, plus you only see it because you like the protagonist."

"That's the point Hanma, while I fangirl for a non-existent character you two can kiss and all that stuff, I won't pay attention to you."

Peh-yan & Pah-chin

─ Being friends with these two is… curious to say the least, they are the dumbest guys but the best duo you can find.

─ You started going out with them more because their grades were crap and your teacher had asked you to help them since you had decent grades.

─ Honestly they were a 0/10 when it came to studying because they didn't add half a neuron between the two of them and they made you lose patience, but in terms of friendship they were a round 10/10.

─ Lots of random outings at any time, even in the middle of the night, just grab a jacket, they'll put you on their motorcycles for a ride or whatever you want.

─ Scary dog ​​privilege.

─ They have you put on an altar for the simple fact of giving some coherence to their stupid actions.

─ Without a doubt the best huggers, they also really like your hugs.

You rubbed your tired eyes, the letters from your textbook taxing your vision even when you closed your eyes, you shouldn't be studying so late at night but it was an important exam and you didn't study as much as you'd like. You decided to take a little break, drink some water, maybe get some snacks but a tapping on your window threw your plans overboard.

"It's too late for both of you to be here" you murmured, opening the window "You should be resting for the exam tomorrow."

"There's an exam tomorrow!?"

You silenced Peh-yan for his scream, he apologized in a whisper and Pah-chin simply shrugged raising his hand for you to take.

“We weren't going to pass anyway."

You rolled your eyes at your friend's carefree laughter, you bit your lip thinking for a moment, a break wouldn't hurt you right now, looking at your notes for the last time, you accepted the hand that Pah offered you.

"A quick getaway and you leave me at home, okay?"

"Deal, come on, there's a 24 store near here, let's have a race Pah-chin!"

"Prepare to bite the dust Peh-yan."

You said as you got on Pah's bike that he accelerated taking advantage, you enjoyed the company of your two favorite idiots one of many nights.

Taiju & South

─ How these two are friends is already a mystery in itself, just think that they have some kind of alliance for an unknown purpose.

─ Since you got involved with them it was by accident, they helped you with some guys who broke into the store where you worked part-time while you were studying.

─ They were quite loyal to that convenience store so they saw you a lot working there, you were kind to them beyond the cordial treatment towards the customer of course.

─ Definitely scary dog ​​privilege.

─ They scare away almost all the customers that make you feel uncomfortable, you always scold them for that because they are still customers and you can't just kick them out.

─ No matter your height, you will look like a dwarf next to them and they will take advantage of that to make fun of you from time to time.

"Really, I'm going to get fired because of you, you can't just scare people like that."

"It was clear that he had bad intentions, you are so naive that you don't notice it."

South leaned against the counter, watching as you rolled your eyes and continued to do some of your homework. Taiju tossed some money to your side, nibbling on the snack he had chosen, joining the conversation.

"At least you should be grateful, we are acting as bouncers for free."

You pursed your lips, raising an eyebrow looking at the two with a blank expression, you closed your books, letting out a sigh.

"Sure, isn't it because you just like to intimidate people?"

They both looked at you with an innocent smile, even seeming offended by your comment, as if you hadn't seen them break the nose of a guy who accidentally scared you because you were distracted putting up some shelves.

"Honestly I still don't understand how you don't get away from us."

South looked at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how you adopted a pensive pose, you gave them one last look when you saw that your coworker arrived to change the shift, before going to the back of the premises to change, you answered.

"You have only helped me up to this point, why should I stay away from my friends?"

My bois don't have gifs yet :'(

Shion & Mochizuki

─ You broke your leg and put you in the same hospital room where they were after receiving a beating.

─ Even if they didn't want to, there was nothing else to do there to pass the time so the three of you found yourselves talking a lot.

─ They found your presence pleasant and you liked listening to them talk about their little battles.

─ So you all shared phone numbers and you usually go out from time to time, as long as they're not busy with some gang shit.

─ They try not to get you into those problems because they wouldn't like to mix you with that kind of people, despite the fact that both are aggressive there are people worse than them with whom they don't want you to get involved.

─ Many memes and spam in the group chat.

─ In general, they are a good duo of friends who can cheer you up on a bad day.

You were wallowing in your own misery seeing how many things you had to do today, from school work to chores that your mother had asked you to do, you ended up mentally and physically exhausted. You looked at your phone when you heard the 'ping' coming from it, smiling a little when you saw the message.

BROken bones trio

[Mochi☺] Yo

[Mochi☺] Shion and i had thought about going out this afternoon, getting some snacks or going to the arcade

[You]danm… i'm too tired, maybe another day?

[Shiuun] don't be a lazy bitch

[Shiuun] it's been a long time since we went out together

[You]you little shit-

[You]i can't move a single muscle, why don't we spend the afternoon at my house?

[You]i rented a new fighting game btw

[Shiuun] now we're understanding each other!

[Mochi☺] 10 min, is there anything you need? we're going through a store before

[You] nah but tnks, my father made some sandwiches before <33

You left your cell phone, tidying up your room a bit and placing the console controls to be able to play, the boys didn't take long to arrive and offer you their company and their anger for losing against you, now Shion had to buy you a new controller for throwing it against the wall.

"I don't understand how you can beat us so easily."

Mochi frowned putting the remote on the floor after you kicked his ass again, you shrugged turning off the TV, throwing yourself on your bed to make yourself more comfortable.

"I play most of the time, it's normal that I beat you, it's like if I started fighting with you in real life, I would lose immediately."

"Yeah, definitely you couldn't with any of us even with years of practice in some martial art."

You rolled your eyes at Madarame's words, throwing a cushion at him, a big mistake on your part because it was the antecedent of a pillow fight from which you didn't come out well, two against one was not fair but for them you deserved it for ridiculing them in the video game.

[the-starry-seas]

hmmm a little royal ot3 angst from breha's perspective, i think

She's frustrated enough that she lets the door slam behind her. She expects the echo of it, but what she doesn't expect is the second noise of a datapad falling to the floor.

Fox is sitting in the bay window, staring at her, a thick blanket half over his legs to ward off the night chill. Even from across the room, she can see his tense shoulders and wide eyes.

"I'm sorry," she grits out, pressing a hand to her forehead, wishing her voice was calmer, wondering if she should leave. "I didn't know you were in here, I wouldn't have slammed the door."

"It's okay." He leans to pick up the datapad, and she wonders if he's intentionally avoiding her gaze. He does that a lot, when he's nervous.

Or he just needs to see where the datapad is and you're overthinking things.

She sighs and turns back to the door. She hates when she and Bail argue like this, and she hates the look in Fox's eyes when he overhears. He was obviously comfortable, with the pillows behind him and the mug steaming at his side, and she doesn't want to disturb him.

"Breha," he says, and she stops with her hand on the doorknob. "We can sit in front of the fire."

They can. That was why she came here in the first place, because sometimes what she really needs is to lay down on that massive fur and listen to the fire crackle. She doesn't know why it's calming, but it works all the same. And she wants to calm down. She wants to be calm, and she wants Bail to be calm, and she wants to kiss him goodnight instead of going to bed angry.

"I don't want to bother you."

"It's okay," he repeats, and he looks at her this time, so maybe it is.

She's a little stompy as she crosses the floor, she knows, and she sits in a rather undignified heap, frowning at the fireplace even though it hasn't exactly done anything wrong. Fighting with Bail is awful. The only thing more awful is not being able to be with him because he's angry with her.

She's tired, and she'd like to not be.

It surprises her immensely when Fox kneels next to her, his palms flat against his thighs, his feet tucked under him.

"Breha," he says quietly.

"I can't talk, Fox." She drags her hands down her face and sighs.

"I know. You don't have to."

That's a refreshing change. She can think of few other people who wouldn't try poking her for at least one detail. She'll tell him something later, once she and Bail have made up, so he won't have to worry about their moods.

"But you can hit me," Fox continues, ripping her world out from under her, "if it would help."

For a moment, she can only stare at him. He says it so casually. There's no sadness in his eyes. No fear. Just something that looks a little like resignation. Like he won't blame her at all, if she does.

"You?" she whispers. "I could never." She's never wanted to hit anyone, but she can't imagine hitting Fox.

"It's okay," he says a third time, and she's beginning to hate those words. "I won't hurt you. Do whatever you want."

She knows better than to just touch him, she does, but what she wants is for someone to hold her, and she thinks he might need it, too.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck, one knee hiked over his thigh so she can fit against him. His hand rests hesitantly on her leg.

"Darling, don't you dare ever let anyone hurt you," she tells him. "If anyone, ever says they want to hit you, you- you come straight to me and don't let anything stop you."

"I was trained to take it. They said it doesn't hurt me as much as it would a natborn."

Well, she doesn't believe that for a second, but she's not in possession of very many coherent thoughts right now, so she doesn't say anything about that, just holds him as gently as she can.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Fox. I just want to hold you."

Her fingers draw slowly up and down his spine, over the tattoo she memorised long ago, hoping it might help to calm him like it sometimes does after his nightmares. It's so beautiful. He's so beautiful. She wonders if he'll ever stop breaking her heart.

[thistlecatfics]

Could I hear about Remus/Fenrir please?

I started writing this after a week where multiple clients were processing the feeling of going back to someone who had hurt you and the shame of that experience (even though it's so incredibly normal and common!) I'm not really sure what I want to do with what I've written (if I want to make it into a coherent one-shot or incorporate it into a larger wolfstar fic), but here's some of it!

Remus/Fenrir

Trying to take power from your abuser

Feeling monstrous 

Letting Fenrir fuck him was easier when he was drunk, but even when he was sober it was all Remus could think about now. 

Dumbledore talking about increased security for Muggle gatherings suspected to be targets of attacks had Remus thinking of Fenrir’s teeth – yellowed and sharp and repulsive and enticing all at once. 

James asking him if he was doing alright had Remus considering the sharp inhale Fenrir made when he was turned on and nothing was going to stop him. 

And Sirius -

Sirius only touched Remus when he was drunk, and Remus wondered if Sirius was to himself as he was to Fenrir. The desire to fuck the monster so humiliating that it took a thick layer of firewhiskey to tolerate. 

Sirius was drinking more than Remus was, and Remus might have been drinking more than he ought to, but Sirius held his liquor well and always showed up to his assignments full of energy no matter how little sleep he may have gotten the night before. 

The war was wearing on Remus. The werewolves were wearing on Remus. Lying to his friends about the werewolves – the werewolf – was wearing on Remus. 

Staying with the wolves extra nights of the month, well past when Dumbledore needed him to, gave him a few more days of not lying. Well, not lying to anyone he cared about. 

(He didn’t care about Fenrir.)

(When he told him wizarding society had rejected him totally and the truest part of himself was drawn to the pack, to the wolves, to him he was lying.) 

(He was lying.) 

Remus was a good liar. He didn’t lie to Dumbledore because that would have been impossible. He lied to James and told him, yes, he was alright, just tired, just worried. He lied to Peter, telling him, yes, he cared about Peter’s mother and wasn’t it so sad. He lied to Sirius without his words telling him, yes, this is fine, all I want is a drunk fuck twice a month, yes I believe you when you say you’re alright when I know you were shooting out curses to your family. He had enough selves tied up in trunks in his mind that it wasn’t even lying to himself. Each part was telling the truth, even if they contradicted. 

Remus Lupin was a wizard. Remus Lupin was getting fucked by Sirius Black, drunk and beautiful, and was making excuses for him and why his curses never seemed to strike the Death Eaters with raven-black hair. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Remus Lupin was getting fucked by Fenrir Greyback and making excuses to stay with the pack longer so he could get fucked again by the monster who turned him. 

If he chose to lay for Fenrir. If he chose to pull off his robes and stand naked for Fenrir with his scars exposed, the the unhealed bruises and scratches from the moon exposed, with bony limbs exposed, with his cock, humiliatingly half-hard already, exposed, then he was not Fenrir’s victim. 

Maybe this time it’ll be different. Maybe this time it won’t hurt. Maybe this time the physical pain will be cleansing and he’ll wake up tomorrow anew.