#because i just physically couldnt carry the rest

[quaranmine]

i need to pick up backpacking as a hobby <- is watching adventurearchives on youtube again

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Stay-At-Home Spencer

- ever since your daughter was born, you and Spencer have taken it in turns to become a single parent while the other parent travels for work

- you offered to stay at home and care for her every time the team needed to travel somewhere because you felt that Spencer was far more useful to the team than you were, but he insisted on splitting it equally

“Considering I couldnt physically assist you in carrying our daughter for nine months and then birthing her, I will spend the rest of our lives doing everything I can for her, and for you.”

- to begin with, both of you stayed home because you were recovering and Spencer made it his job to take care of both of you

- if the team really needed Spencer, you pretty much forced him to go because without him people could literally die, but he never left for more than a night or two

- but as soon as you were well, you were desperate to get back to work after being on maternity leave, so you took the first trip away

- which meant for the first time, Spencer was alone with and solely responsible for his daughter

- needless to say, he was terrified

- although he had paid attention to everything you did as a mother, it seemed that when he tried the same things, they didnt work because he wasnt you

- he also found it fascinating that although your daughter was only a few months old and was perfectly fine whenever you left the room, your daughter had somehow figured out that you were completely out of the house, and she was distraught

- for a solid hour, she cried

- Spencer tried everything, he tried feeding her, burping her, changing her even though she didnt need it

- eventually, he found the greatest solution: pulling funny faces at her

- he realised this completely by accident, he happened to pull a particularly contorted stressed face when she burst into tears despite another attempt at cheering her up, and suddenly she was in fits of giggles

- so he pulled the face again, and she was giggling more

- he lifted her to sit on his raised knees on the floor, bringing her closer to his face to try out some more strange expressions, all of them had her laughing in the most wonderful way

- in that position, she realised that she could reach out and grab some of her father’s hair, which she did

- Spencer was surprised at how gentle she was with him, considering babies often grab things with a lot of determination

- for the rest of the day, he tirelessly pulled different facial expressions until it was almost her bedtime, and by then Spencer’s face was aching

- he had a cloth on his shoulder to catch her drool as he held her in her new favourite place: where she could reach his hair

- you had been texting Spencer at every chance you got to make sure things were going well, but you knew better than to call, just in case your daughter was napping

- unfortunately, one person who didnt think of this was Derek Morgan

- you had been in the bathroom when Derek suggested the team needed Spencer’s help, and by the time you were done peeing the phone was already ringing

- your husband picked up the phone on the second ring so that it disturbed her as little as possible

“Hello?”

“Hey pretty boy, we need your help.”

- Spencer could tell he was on speaker to the entire team, and he hoped with every fibre of his being that there wouldnt be anymore tears from his daughter

- he then heard your voice in the background whisper-yelling

“DEREK MORGAN YOU DID NOT CALL SPENCER! IT’S ALMOST BEDTIME!”

“Spencer has a bedtime?” Derek chuckled.

“Not him-“

- and as if on cue, the little baby in Spencer’s arms squealed with delight, as if she somehow knew people were talking about her

“Oh SHIT! Im so sorry kid!”

“Dont worry, she’s calmed down and ready for sleep after her bottle. What do you need?”

- and so, as Spencer bustled around the kitchen, using his shoulder to hold the phone to his ear while he held his little girl with one arm and prepared a warm bottle of milk with the other, Spencer discussed and essentially solved the case for his team

- “Oh, by the way, pretty girl says she loves you.”

- ah yes, Spencer was pretty boy and you were pretty girl to Derek, always

“Tell her I love her too!”

“Pretty boy says he loves you too.” Derek repeats to you, and Spencer knew you were smiling without even having to see you

“Good luck with the kid, kid.” Derek said sweetly.

“Thank you, good luck with the rest of the case. Look after my wife!”

“We will!” JJ called out.

- with that, Spencer ended the call and began to give your daughter her nightly bottle

- he sat on the couch, holding her gently and admiring her features

- her tiny hands with the gentlest grabby fingers, her perfectly round cheeks, the feathery hair sprouting at the top of her head, and her eyes, your eyes

- once she’d finished her bottle, Spencer walked to her crib and rocked her a little in his arms, humming softly to her until she was fast asleep, and then placing her in her crib

- he tucked her blanket around her and moved a stuffed animal beside her, which she immediately grabbed ahold of in her sleep

- bending down to place a kiss on his daughter’s head, Spencer whispered goodnight to her before leaving the room

- he collapsed on the couch, exhausted beyond what he ever thought possible

- his phone vibrated on the table and he smiled tiredly

You: hey love, everything alright? x

Him: today has been wonderful, but we both missed you a lot! little fairy is sleeping now, and I think I’ve been inspired to do the same x

You: ahhh! you’ve done such a good job, congratulations!! you’re a stay-at-home dad now hahaha. and you finished our case today! you definitely deserve the rest. I’ll be home tomorrow! sweet dreams my angel x

Him: hank you sweetheart. I cant wait to hold you again. I’ll dream of you x

- Spencer didnt even have the energy to move himself from the couch to the bed, he simply shifted slightly so that he was comfortable, and passed out

- a smile lingered on his face as he thought about what you’d said

- a stay-at-home dad, you’d called him. he liked that title

[serenescribe]

hi hi Ell 👋 I wanted to send a prompt, so i hope youll find this one nice to think about :)

So we know in canon that Lilia trained Silver and Sebek while they were kids, and that his training was a bit unorthodox to say the least. We also know that Silver thinks the world of his father, that he feels indebted to him for life and that he'd give anything to repay that debt. With those facts I offer you a beloved scenario of mine where Lilia trains Silver and takes it too far but doesn't realise it until its too late.

Maybe he's making him spar, maybe he's asking him to do some insane physical effort, whatever it is he's determined to have Silver execute it perfectly. And Silver is tired, because he's like 12, he's been doing this since dawn and he barely ate any of the lunch his father made him (lets face it it wouldve been worse if he ate it). At this point his body is screaming at him to just stop and rest but he refuses to back down before he gives his father what he wants. The issue is that since he's not feeling his best, he's actually doing worse than he was at the beginning and Lilia of course notices. And maybe its the fact that this setting is similar to the one he was in back when he trained recruits as a general, or maybe he got frustrated that he couldnt manage to get him to do better but Lilia decides to try a different approach to motivate his son. He gets mean; taunting and berating Silver for not making any progress, telling him that maybe they should just stop his training altogether if this is the best he can do. But instead of getting fired up and angry like Lilia expected, like his recruits used to do, Silver completely breaks down. He slumps on the ground in front of him weeping, begging for just one more chance and promising he can do better. The mental and physical exhaustion weighs heavily on him and he swears he won't be a burden in future sessions, swears that he'll train day and night if need be to improve but he pleads his father not to give up on him. And Lilia, completely caught off guard by the situation, has to figure out how the hell to comfort his son and convince him that he didnt mean any of the words he spoke

hope you have a fun time writing bye bye!! 🌟

the way this prompt broke my heart when it first hit my inbox :') but at least it's hurt/comfort for once rather than flat out angst...? i hope i did it justice!

(also thank you to lacky my beloved for helping me with some dialogue bc oh my god writing mean dialogue killed me ;;; sobs)

Clang!

The sound of sword against sword reverberates through the air, accompanied by the haggard, weary sound of someone panting. Lilia narrows his eyes, his sword still outstretched, pressed against that of his opponent — his son, Silver, who is also his student.

Silver’s chest expands and contracts, lips parted as he sucks in another deep breath. The practice blade in his hand trembles before finally, he gives in. The sword drops to the ground below with a clatter.

“I yield,” Silver says, voice strained, dropping to his knees. He raises his arms, conceding in defeat.

But all Lilia can think, staring at his son before him, is that this is not good enough.

He knows what Silver is capable of, has been training his son by his own hands for the past few years. Silver shows plenty of promise, and it is up to Lilia to hone that potential to a perfect sheen, be it physical training or weaponry, such as the sword fights they practise so often. Lessons on survival, giving him tasks to complete in the elements. Things that Silver takes to like a duck to water, obediently heeding Lilia’s every word, carrying out his instructions with ease.

So to witness him concede so easily, dropping to the ground, averting his gaze as his body trembles?

Lilia is disappointed.

In a way, it reminds him of his days as the general during the wars he’d fought. There had been many a soldier who had not taken his instructions seriously, always putting in the bare minimum until he whipped them into shape. All he had to do was set his cold, calculating eyes on them, lips spouting cruel, judgemental words, before they’d be roaring to go. Pride is one of the things that the fair folk value deeply, after all, and back then, the many recruits under his command had not taken kindly to Lilia’s implications that they were as useful as the dirt under his heels.

And so Lilia opens his mouth, and says:

“If this is the best you can muster, then why bother?”

Silver stiffens.

“I’m disappointed, Silver. I’ve seen peasants with no training do better than this.” Lilia’s lips thin, a hand resting on his hip, practice sword still hanging from his other hand. “If you cannot even master the basics, how do you expect to get any better? No, better yet, how do you possibly expect to guard Malleus as his knight if this is the best you can do?”

Lilia’s eyes narrow as he drops into a crouch, arms folded across his knees as he meets his son’s wide eyes.

“I didn’t teach you to be this awful,” Lilia utters, voice entirely flat. “If this is the way you’re treating your training, then perhaps we ought to stop it altogether.” He curls his lip. “Is that not what you’d prefer, given your demeanour?”

Rising from the ground, Lilia holds out his sword, pointing the tip of the blunted blade towards his son’s crouching form.

“I shall allow you one last chance,” he breathes. “Pick up your sword, Silver. Get up now.”

Silver doesn’t respond.

Lilia clenches his teeth. “Pick it up!”

It is only then, when Silver uncurls himself to reach for the discarded blade at the side with trembling hands, that Lilia falters. He watches through widening eyes as Silver raises his head and, instead of the fiery enthusiasm and determination he saw so often in so many of his old soldiers, there is a watery desperation wavering in those big, auroral eyes. Silver’s lips tremble, his movements sluggish, and as he shoves himself onto his feet, Lilia realises—

Silver isn’t being lazy. He’s swaying from side to side, almost stumbling over his own feet, shaking uncontrollably as he raises his blade to meet Lilia’s own.

Oh, he realises, spotting something glistening along those rounded cheeks. Silver is crying.

In that instant, any trace of General Vanrouge, feared and renowned amidst those of the Valley, vanishes, dissipating in the blink of an eye. Left in its place is only Lilia Vanrouge, father of one.

His sword drops to the ground with a clatter. Lilia surges forward, any thoughts of training pushed squarely out of his mind as he wraps his hands around Silver’s shoulders, staring at him with his heart rattling against his chest. Shit, Lilia thinks. He’s well and truly fucked up now, hasn’t he?

“Silver,” Lilia starts, struggling for the words. What can he possibly say here? He reaches up, wipes away a stray tear that rolls down his son’s cheek. “Silver, you— you can drop your sword now.”

“No!” The outburst startles him, Silver’s usually quiet disposition interrupted by the force of his refusal. Silver all but collapses, pulling Lilia down with him; his knees buckle, and he hits the ground with a painful thud. Silver’s free hand reaches up to wipe at his tears to no avail. “I-I can do it! I can fight—”

“You can’t, Silver—”

“P-Please, just—” Hanging his head, Silver sobs brokenly, and it shatters something within Lilia. How had he not noticed all along, how absolutely exhausted Silver was? “J-Just give me one more chance,” his son begs, shaking his head. The grip on his sword loosens, causing the weapon to clatter to the ground. “I swear, I’ll train day and night to improve, I w-won’t be a burden anymore, please—”

“Silver,” Lilia repeats, voice firm, fingers curling tight around his son’s shoulders. He— he’s taken completely aback, caught off guard; he’d expected something akin to the fiery resolution of the soldiers of the past, not… not this.

Silver is twelve, a tiny part of Lilia remembers. His heart seizes again, a reminder that perhaps this time, he had gone way too far. Silver is young, and for Lilia to have treated him the way he would have treated a grown fae…

He’s not the general anymore. There’s no need for him to train Silver to such rigid standards.

Slowly, Lilia leans forward, wrapping his arms around Silver’s back. He pulls the sobbing boy against his chest, murmuring soft words under his breath in a bid to reassure him. And for a while, that’s all they do — Lilia, holding his son in his arms, ignoring the ache in his knees as he rubs Silver’s back gently, and Silver, who blubbers apologies and pleads for leniency until his begging collapses into crying, and he buries his head in the fabric of Lilia’s sweat-stained shirt.

Eventually, when Silver’s cries peter out into a sniffling silence, Lilia pulls away from him. He reaches out to cup his cheek, thumbing at the tearstained skin with a sad smile across his lips. “How do you feel now, dear?”

Silver bites his lip, eyes flicking away. He sniffles, before he mumbles, “I… I’m okay now, Father. I can fight.”

“I think we’ve had enough sparring for today, actually,” Lilia sighs wearily. When he sees the way Silver stiffens at his words, he adds, “That is a decision made on my account, not yours. I am not disappointed in you, Silver. Far from it; I am only disappointed in myself for not noticing how exhausted you are… far more than usual, anyway.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Lilia chides, though his tone is light. He exhales. “I think we should perhaps clean up for the day. And then I’ll see to dinner, hm?”

“I’ll help you!” Silver blurts out, a little shakily, and Lilia smiles. Even after everything, Silver is still so willing to help… Truly, Lilia would not have faulted him at all if he would have liked to take some time to himself, especially after he so carelessly spouted such cruel words towards his son.

As Lilia rises to his feet, holding out a hand to help his son up, Silver meets his eyes. He hiccups. “So… you’re not mad at me…?”

“I am not,” Lilia assures, leaning in to pull the boy into another hug. “And…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I am truly sorry, Silver, for pushing you that far. I should not have said what I did.”

And from the way Silver relaxes in his hold, pulling away to give him a small smile, Lilia knows that this will be enough, for now.

[yuukei-yikes]

hibiya and takane at the end of the novels let me talk for a second😐😐😐😐😐😭😭😭😭ok erm novel spoilers duh

takane and hibiya werent at the lab with clearing and the rest bc they couldn't rly help (takane is doing shit as ene but if they took her body itd just be something the dan has to carry and as for hibiya in my sick twisted mind hibiyas thing is not ONLY cuz he cant help bc his powers take too much energy but its also bc the dan is trying to act like responsible older siblings and deciding hibiyas too young to be put in danger...sobsob. like it means a lot that hes the only one to survive aside from seto and mary. it's also funny how seto and mary are having an ugly crying party and hibiyas there like 😐) its a good team cuz ene can report back to the dan everything hibiya is seeing with his powers and hibiya can report to takane too *goes insane* its such a funny duo takane tasked as the worlds awfulest babysitter. you know in cartoons when the babysitter just ignores the kids and talks on the phone. hibiya and takane being teamed up together is literally that. except she goes inside the phone and all their friends are dying but thats a detail.

(also it hurts so much too bc of the whole haruka&konoha thing. the 2 characters most closely related to haruka and konoha being stuck together *my descend into madness is complete*)

i think their chapter together was interesting it made me poke my eyes out bc hibiya has to tell takane shintaro is dead and he's like OUGH...I DONT WANNA BE THE ONE TO TELL HER HER BEST FRIEND IS DEAD.. and then takane has a "weird" reaction, like basically doesnt break into tears or anything. and i know its because she had apparently discussed the possibility with shintaro previously (id kill to have read that convo. normal shintaka convo post reveal *shakes fist*) but the way she kind of tries to comfort hibiya in her own weird way and the whole thing being hibiyas pov its so clear she's trying to keep it together in front of him bc he's just a kid. and not only that but she says he reminds her of SHINTARO so she's like. ough ofc she acts like that. just by how she was as ene to shintaro she is being to hibiya rn to make him feel better. she knows she will die when she says goodbye to him after that as ene. IM GONNA PUKE

(she's... like so mature in her own stupid way. it rly hurts when in the following chapter when she's like on her way to die/just died she thinks abt how helpless she was and how she couldnt do anything even though she had just comforted hibiya and sacrificed herself for seto and marys sake. *bangs head against wall* TAKANEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!)

anyways i had all those thoughts bc i was like so since in novel route takane dies as ene... is her physical body also swallowed by the daze?? or is it just her soul, and when she's in the daze later its a haruka situation and both of them only have their consciousness kinda walking around as opposed to everyone else who is there with physical bodies? if that happened then hibiya would just be left on the roof of a random building with a corpse.

either way F for hibiya bc its either he's alone with a corpse or he gets jumpscared by another dimension opening and eating up the body. i do think her body gets swallowed tho and she just looks like ene in the daze cuz thats what she looks like in her mind (she's only been back in her physical body for like a day before this so lol)

either way. hc time but like. i just imagine hibiya realising takane isnt Really sleeping anymore and she Really wont wake up and Wow she doesnt have a pulse and even if he doesn't know her well, he is a kid and she is the adult that was keeping him company. so he kind of loses his mind. i feel so bad for him, what happened to him after takane leaves him??? bc we dont see him again til the end.

like even if he was technically already alone on the roof cuz takane was away as ene anyway, he knew she'd come back. but now shes NOT WAKING UP. he's looking at all this happen, all the people he's met in the last 2 days are dying one by one, the hope to find hiyori seems more and more ridiculous as the hours go on, konoha has been taken over by something Bad and is doing Bad things to people, he doesnt know if momo will be safe, its the middle of the night and he's in a city he doesnt know and the person, the adult, THE FRIEND supposed to be with him is NOT WAKING UP!!! i just imagine this little guy sobbing on takanes body begging her to wake up because he doesnt know how to get back to the hideout from here!! he doesnt know where he is!!! hey!! wakeup!! dont leave me by myself what am i supposed to do!!! and screaming when the daze swallows the body and hes just left alone for real. lol. anyways hows everyone doing

[thvnderdraws]

Thunder!

I got more facts abt chan (and her backstory changed!)

Have fun reading-

-soo chan actually used to be a celestial body, she was all white and looked just like her black form but much bigger, the height of white diamond from steven universe! Humans and monsters found a cut on reality that acted as a bridge to her realm, which was outside the multiverse- she needed a vessel to enter the multiverse which is how she got her humanoid form! Though how chan got her human form and void she created a black hole of a void in the multiverse, the black hole didnt suck in things near it. It sucked light from whats inside, which is how chan lost her celestial light and that blanket she has is ACTUALLY her celestial light she lost from her void sucking the light out of it while she rested inside of it to create her humanoid form. THAAATS why she carries the blanket around, it also reminds her of the memories where humans and monsters would visit her and envelop her with praises and etc. Also the reason why there are souls in her void are from failed attempts to wake her, they'd get sucked into the voids floor and dissapear, their physical form gone, only their soul remained. (She didnt use their bodies for her physical form she made it with her own magic)

-chans favorite dessert is cheescake

-she was actually formed by very old magic! Which is why she was never in a child stage (her shadow form was in a child stage because that was her humanoid body forming)

-the green and blue looking eyeliner is actually apart of her schlera! She may look like she has amber eyes but their actually hazel-

-chan could transport herself into the multiverse in her shadow form because her vessel was still forming which is where she met passive nightmare!

-chan was actually devastated to see the apple incident. She just couldnt save him because she was just a shadow, she couldnt touch people she'd fade through them like a ghost.

-chan was created when the multiverse was

-her voice is rose quartz! (Steven universe)

-chan feels sort of connected to cross, and she doesnt know why.

-chan can sense passive nightmares body from the goop hes covered with. She dislikes corrupted and thinks he should've found another vessel then a child. She'll only date corrupted if he chooses another vessel because hes using a childs whom she can sense and also knew.

-chan only flirts with people she sees as friends, not randomly. Its only sometimes she flirts with randoms.

-chan feels bad for killer, and the toxic relationship with nightmare.

-she remembers dream, even if he doesnt. She knows.

-chan is actually friends with ink.

-their a good artist

-her and errors relationship is in the middle, she does go to him if she wants an au destroyed. But will still fight him.

-chans blood can either be black, red, or white. Celestial form has black blood, human form in the middle if you hit a certain part, and white for her shadow form.

-chans phase 1 forms designs are very fluid, they move around and change, they dont stay still.

-chans phase 2 design (black and pink) has split tails, their sharp like spears.

-chans soul imprint on her chest can actually drip black on the black side when shes sad. The fluid that comes out is unknown. The white side does nothing from any emotion.

-she calls people "sweet thing"

-chans shadow form is actually her celestial form, its just black and has added changes from her void sucking all the light from it, so noone knows its ACTUALLY her celestial form. Chans phase 1 designs do not count as the light from her celestial form.

-there has been times where chan quite literally, ripped people apart for doing bad acts, like REALLY bad acts to others.

-if people enter chans void without her in it they'll sink to the floor, chan is the only reason why people dont sink inside her void is because she brings its stability.

-if chan ever died, the multiverse would collapse, her void included. Her void would lose its stability because the BALANCE of the multiverse was gone, and tear the multiverse apart because its balance was gone. But that wont happen because chan can NEVER DIE. Not even from death touch.

-Chan likes wearing things that show her chest and imprint because its comfortable. Though she does wear sweaters and turtlenecks.

-chan likes her long hair, she sees it as a sign of memory. And if people ask why she doesnt cut it she'll just say "hair has memory"

-she doesnt wear shoes. their just thigh highs with padding inside so she doesnt hurt herself.

-like all women, she has lady days.

-she has no named species, and never will have. But shes just called a human because she got a human body-

-chan chose a kitsune to repersent her because since passive nightmare got corrupted and had tendrils coming out of his back, she had tails instead. So she could match him and show she still remembers him. And it wont change.

-if chan had the chance, she'd pull passive nightmares body out of the corruption and give him a new soul since his was corrupted by well, corrupted nightmare- or she'll try to save him. She is the 1% that fills the 99 to save him.

-she can and will adopt children if they dont have parents, she also treats core frisk as her own child like bloom and micro-

-speaking of bloom and micro, they were made out of her soul magic. Micro being her black side and bloom the white side. They even have necklaces of the halves they were created from.

-also bloom and micro are immortal because their mother is.

Omg this was so long-

-en

WAAAAAAAAAA chan is so cool !!! thank you for sending me thisss i love her !!!!!!!

[someone-always-cares]

chapter 5, page 23

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. the page starts with side by side headshots of moon’s teamates. “yeah i’ve heard of that-” stardust says to herself, thinking and looking concerned, cut off by a worried looking terra flora, saying “do you think that’s what happened to whats-his-name, uh-”, he is then cut of by split second, raising his eyebrow and asking “maybe old man mori would know something?”. “Hey, not all at once, it's hard for flood to read. Also no, supers dying seems more like something omen would deal with and you know Mori and Omen can't be in the same room.” moon striker tells them. the rest of the page is one large panel looking down on the group talking. “well i’m not asking omen, they freak me out.” terra replies, slouched forward. “i heard from pepillion, that red shade said that captain x said that omen asked the allseeing eye to help them on a case yesterday-” stardust says, turning to split, before fae inturrupt her. “that can’t be right, eye got stabbed yesterday-” he says.  “wait really? isn’t he like, 14″ she responds. “Let's keep on track. We've heard of supers going missing, but not sure what's the deal with that. Haven't heard of those villains, either.” moon states, looking towards the vigilantes. “Seems like something the higher ups would know about, and omen would be your best bet for answers... but....” terra says, trailing off. end id]

hey! page was a day late because i was at thought bubble last weekend! just visiting, not selling, but fingers crossed one day! my back still hurts from buying so many comics the first day and carrying them around the whole weekend.

speaking of which, i so badly want to get sac made into an actual physical comic. wanted to for a while and honestly seeing other indie creators manage to get their comics made just makes that want stronger. the cost is in the realm of possiblity if i save up very carefully for a while but ill probably try crowdfunding?

first i do need to do some spellchecking for uh. the entire comic. and also do a lot of editing (particularly the darker scenes. darker colour-wise because i was reading a new comic i got and it was mostly night scenes there and i couldnt see shit and i was like Ah. I Have To Fix That in my own shit lol. anyway no promises anytime soon but its constantly on the back of my mind.

[system-of-a-feather]

You seem like you’re going through a lot of good things lately and I’m so happy for you. I wish you only the best and I hope you see even more good things, even if you have to fight for it. You’re doing amazing

Hell yeah honestly. We're currently in a life transition place and so I was really occupied sorting out and processing A through L of life and the transitions, while XIV's been dealing with T-Z and the both of us have been passing notes and counsel back and forth when we have the bandwidth and only now that I got in my hometown and am DONE with school that I had bandwidth to look over at XIV's recovery projects / problems and just double take like "okay dumb hoe wait you have such a wrong perspective on this" *smacks with folded fan*

Cause honestly at this point I genuinely don't think there is anything that between him and I - with the support of the rest of the system - that we COULDNT figure out and dude was like "I honestly do not have any inspiration or clue of a plan on how to tactically address this that I haven't tried or genuinely believe on an intuitive level as working"

And I was just like "........ YEAH DUMB BITCH CAUSE TRAUMAS KEPT ME OFF THE CHESS BOARD UNTIL LIKE A WEEK AGO WHAT THE FUCK SIR OF COURSE WE HAVENT GOT MUCH OF ANYWHERE WE NEVER GET MUCH OF ANYWHERE INDEPENDENTLY OTHER THAN BUILDING PERSPECTIVE YOU DUMB HOE IM ON THE CHESS BOARD NOW AND THATS THE HUGE FUCKING DIFFERENCE YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT GOD SMH SMH SMH MOVE OVER AND TRUST ME YOU LOOSER ASSHOLE I GOTCHU IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS IN THE SIDE FOR MONTHS STFU STFU STFU AND LET ME DO MY SHIT GOD FUCK YOU MAN"

Ahem.

Honestly though our lifes actually pretty good at this point. It's really weird cause I always hated hearing it earlier in my recovery and I always went "God fuck that" but in a weird way, I've kind of come to realize that a lot of my life / trauma was very "front loaded". Cause the way we grew up had us chronically fighting both mentally, physically and intellectually just to get by and living one bare bones while "studying the system" and how to survive in the capitalistic world and all that just to solely maintain a sense of hope and direction out of the hell we were in and that carried into college where we sacrificed So Fucking Much to maintain everything to the near perfect check point hittings and all and like, ALL of that was hell ALL of that was miserable and NO one should have to do that because it was REALLY bad

But now that I'm like almost actually genuinely out of most realms of trauma environments including the passive ones, I'm realizing that compared to a lot of people my age, I'm very very very well equipt to deal with the capitalistic nightmare of adulthood on both a survival / budgetting manner, a work endurance level, and on a psychological level of like... defense against getting dragged into it - at least certain parts are XD I'm still really bad with the 3rd in exchange for being extremely good at the 2nd

-Riku

[lepoppeta]

How about your Atlas and Jack for *whispers* alllll the questionnnns!! >:3c

*wheeze*

i hope you dont mind but i ended up taking some of the questions/answers out simply because they were my answers were boring/irrelevent (and i was really starting to lose steam at the end there). i answered the rest of them with as much detail as i could, though.

what is each members love language?

atlas love language is definitely "physical touch", which is interesting because he comes across as extremely charismatic when he wants to be. i think, while he understands how useful words can be, he doesnt put much stock into them himself; ive said this before but hes very much a 'punch first, ask questions later' kind of guy. atlas is usually the one to initiate any sort of physical contact between him and anyone else.

jacks a little trickier, but id probably peg him as either "acts of service" or "quality time". if he likes a person, he makes a point to make himself useful to them. that, or he just… hangs around them and attempts to make conversation. how well that works depends on where his attention lies.

what would they describe as a perfect date?

neither of them are difficult to please. jacks standards for romance are rock-bottom; hes able to be swept away by just about anything. however, he doesnt care much for fancy dinners or anything expensive (in fact he considers that kind of thing to be rather thoughtless, and who can blame him?).

atlas is a little more specific but just as low-key. a glass of whiskey; a roll in the hay. he isnt particularly fussy.

i will say that neither of them (and this is more-so me projecting) are that into the idea of dating. they go about their daily lives, stealing kisses and loving fiercely, and thats more than enough for them both.

who made the first move?

atlas, and with dishonest intention. jack wasnt meant to be anything more than a pawn in raptures inevitable civil war; atlas was planning on buttering him up enough so that the common man would have at least one high-class idiot on their side. the fact that said high-class idiot just so happened to be "the prince of rapture" was just icing on the cake.

atlas took advantage of jacks listlessness and apathy and ended up falling for him like an absolute lovestruck moron. jack knows this, of course, but he doesnt blame atlas. after all, he might have done the same if it meant the possibility of a better future.

who is more sentimental?

initially i would say both, but ultimately i think atlas may be the bigger sap, if only for the immense guilt he carries.

jack, after regaining his memories and thinking atlas dead, resolved to finally find his sense of self as a savior and caretaker for his newly-adopted daughters, and had purpose to help him through his (unwarranted) grief. he has learnt how to persevere despite adversity and to not dwell too much on things he cannot change.

atlas, on the other hand, was stuck in persephone for a long while with nothing but his own thoughts for company, and thus had plenty of time to accumulate the biggest guilty conscious known to man. he knows that, had things not gone the way they did, both of them would probably be long dead, but he cant help but sometimes imagine what might have been if rapture wasnt as cruel as it was.

which one calls the other to kill the spiders?

these two have faced down super-powered zombies on crack. spiders are nothing.

who falls asleep first?

whoever couldnt sleep the night before.

who wakes up first?

whoever gets sick of their own thoughts the fastest, so atlas (usually).

who is more relaxed/carefree?

jack is generally a lot more chill (not necessarily forgiving); atlas has a much shorter fuse.

what is one way their personalities compliment each other (is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar)?

atlas is loud and aggressive and viscous while jack is cool and collected and frosty. jack is probably the only person on the planet that could insult atlas and have the latter take it seriously, because he knows how honest to a fault his boy is and much he means every word he says.

jack is so used to fending for his own emotional and physical satisfaction that it was initially overwhelming that someone wanted to provide, for once.

who is always cold?

they both run pretty warm! (summer with no ac is an actual sodding nightmare for these two).

which member is always trying to bring home stray animals and which member always has to say no?

this really isnt answering the question directly, but i can provide something similar -- jack is actually the "bad cop" parent. atlas is way easier for the girls to manipulate.

who worries more?

they both worry immensely about each other and their daughters and the future but since they dont want the other to worry even more than they already are (and because neither of them are great at communication) a lot of things get left unsaid out of consideration.

what are some non-sexual activities they do together?

sleep. they love sleeping together. after being so violently separated and after experiencing so much intense pain and grief, the only thing they can do to force themselves to remember the other and their surroundings are real is via physical touch. at this point its almost impossible for one to comfortably fall asleep without the other.

who would be able to talk their way out of a speeding ticket?

jack, probably. atlas would probably just get really pissed off and possibly get a second ticket for verbally berating an officer of the law.

who is the better cook?

theyre probably about the same, which is "passable, if youre close to starvation".

what are some things they dont agree on?

whos fault it was (newsflash: it was no-ones fault). they talk in circles about taking blame, and then as soon as they think theyve reached a conclusion the argument will start anew.

which member is more physically affectionate?

atlas!

which member is more verbally affectionate?

theyre probably about the same.

how does each member feel about pda?

i mean this is the 1960s, so… theyve simply gotten used to saving that stuff for when theyre away from prying eyes.

whos the safer driver?

jack!

whats each members flirting style?

their styles violently switch between "shut up" / "make me" and approaching each other in an extremely gentle and genuine way. they know how to read a room well enough to figure out if its going to be one or the other.

which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

uhhh atlas has probably stolen a couple of jacks sweaters once or twice, but i dont think its something they make a habit out of.

are they an introverted or an extroverted couple?

introverted by a huge margin.

who is the big/little spoon?

they take turns, although usually it ends up looking more like a crazy straw or a pretzel situation.

who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

despite his short temper, atlas isnt stupid by any means. theyre both pretty well thought-out and reasonable in the grand scheme of things.

who is more likely to get jealous?

oh, atlas. 100%. and you can see it too, clear as day (hes very bad at hiding strong emotions). hell cross his arms and glare and and sulk while he struggles not to interrupt whatever conversation jack has going on and whisk him away to inevitably drive him up against a wall and make himself feel better.

what was the most surprising thing they found out about each other when they started seeing each more seriously?

atlas often forgets that jack was born into a much higher socio-economic class than he was. jack has a "rich boy" switch he very seldom uses (atlas saw it for the first time when they joined forces with sinclair and delta); he becomes cold and calulating and downright dangerous. atlas is both frightened and turned on a little by this.

jack was intrigued by just how soft atlas could get in comparison. atlas is a man made up of emotions, and compassion is absolutely one of them.

who stays up way too late and who drags them to bed?

atlas is the worse sleeper of the two.

whos messier?

honestly theyre both pretty untidy but jacks a bit better if he actually maks an effort to be. atlas just does not care.

who wanted / would want kids first?

given the events of the au that i use, neither of them had much of a choice concerning that. it wasnt like jack was going to leave the sisters behind, and atlas understood almost immediately that jack and the girls were now a packge deal.

who fell in love first?

jack did. jack fell hard, because he was so lonely. if he was going to spend the rest of his days living in someones shadow, then hed rather do so with someone who loved him back (or at least pretended to) than with someone who didnt care at all.

atlas was quick to follow though. he was unintentionally wooed by jacks earnest honesty and just by the fact that he loved him and loved him so deeply. atlas just couldnt help himself; how could he say no to that face?

[frostbite-the-bat]

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i still cant believe its been basically over a year since the start of my last year at my high school - like i am free from that now.

the first month or SO was pretty breezy - before things get harder and things are still getting started. but still, less breezy than the other years of course, as we already had some dumbass typical-for-my-school bullshit thrown at us.

i was terrified of my finals that were coming later next year, but i was still carrying through. i also began realizing i am basically in pain daily - NOT just my hands. but couldn't pinpoint the cause but i knew that practice where we do laborous physical shit was going to be a nightmare. (it was)

after covid and bad untreated carpal tunnel shit it was a nightmare to go through note-heavy classes too. not being able to pause for even a second or you miss out on important notes, getting weird looks from your teacher. literally gasping for air as your hands cannot handle the sharp pain from having to write this fast. and you're still 'slacking behind'.

that got better and then worse in some days. but. sure. can deal with that. have been dealing with that since.

but at time went on and on i became more and more miserable, more scared of my future. this school was hurting me more and more, being constantly neglected by my teacher. me especially. the others being better at what they did, so they got some special treatment. more time at the more laborous work for me!! it was a painful fucking nightmare both physically and mentally

i dreaded going there everyday. everyday i wanted to drop out - i wanted to get out of that god damn hell school. as things got worse so did my thoughts... and yet i made it! i managed to get through. i did it.

at this time last year i would've been already going through so much shit. and yet i'm here. like. i've actually done it. i lived. did i deserve that?? did anyone deserve that treatment we got there?? absolutely fucking not.

in all fucking seriousness i couldnt be happier right now doing nothing, even if it does get to my brain sometimes. even if i know i wont get good treatment in the future, possibly. but even then there's still a future for me. even if still under my parents - if i do get a job i can just quit i will not be tied to a shitty teacher and possible legal trouble if i dont attend. this teacher who also likes getting too personal and nice and then whips out some of the most cruel most insulting shit you could imagine. i hope shes fucking happy quitting the job after essentially abusing me and my classmates. i hope shes happy doing her own thing after screaming and yelling at me and telling me to cry harder when i did a simple mistake. i hope she's fucking proud of herself for this. i hope she knows how miserable we all were during her classes, or rather, the lack of them, as she never taught us anything and made us do her own personal event shit for her. i hope she knows i dont ever plan on doing anything in my life thats like what i studied at this school and graduated from basically because im so scarred by it.

seriously. how was any of this legal. it cant be. i feel so sorry for any future students, but also happy, since they wont have to deal with HER anymore.

i do not, honest to god, plan on going back to any school anytime soon, and i'm just fine staying unemployed for now even if just.. completely under my parents. i cant do shit anyway. but god im happy to just.

rest finally after all that. nobody deserves that. looking back and not living through it anymore makes me realize how fucked up it was. its so surreal. im not dealing with that anymore.

but god is it going to haunt me for a long time.

[boyfhee]

OKAY IM BACK 🤩🤩 ( after some self reflection on my attachment to take two ) NGL I DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO GIVE ME A SHOUTOUT OR EVEN FOR ME TO HELP PLAY A PART ( even if its a teeny tiny bit ) IN THE ENDING ??? you can literally imagine my surprise when i opened the app after a goodnight sleep to see a new update and mentions of me in the a/n 😭😭 the ending was so fhdjsnjsnsks BITTERSWEET. it was so nice to know that they all found comfort in each other ultimately ( despite it not turning into something romantic wise at that moment ) and being such good friends ?? it really shows their growth as characters which behaved selfishly to ones that were willing to accept each others shortcomings whole heartedly ( at least imo ) . although yn doesnt have an endgame (cries cos my imaginations were running wild at the slightly open but not so open ending if you get what i mean ) , it feels very realistic that wonki hasnt moved on yet — especially since this happens a lot irl ( i never experienced it before but ive seen my friends go through it ! ). i think it was a very well written ending considering how you couldnt make everyones wishes come through ( talking about the readers choice of endgame ) but yet still delivered one of satisfactory level. it was such a wild ride watching ynki make every mistake we as humans could make. miya was truly a test - she was testing my patience half the time 💀💀💀. but miya also serves as a reminder to everyone of how easily it is to unknowingly cheat on your partner without having to lay a single hand or even touch the person. emotional cheating is JUST AS BAD AS PHYSICALLY CHEATING IF NOT WORST ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ i kinda feel bad (?) for wonki though because even though they were given closure and time to heal, it always felt more like a right person wrong time kind of thing so they will never be able to properly move on imo. IT MAKES ME EVEN SADDER THAT IT FEELS LIKE YN GETS THE HAPPY ENDING AND WONKI GOT A HAPPY ENDING TOO BUT IT COMES WITH A CHANCE THAT THEY MIGHT NEVER BE ABLE TO GET ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH YN EVER AGAIN. its really giving “ feels like we have matching wounds but mines still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine “ < the exit - conan gray >

okay i feel like i should stop here before i get carried away and keep repeating the same points but more aggressively with each sentence 🥶🥶 i was actually a pure literature student before i graduated from school and its been a while since i had graduated so it was really fun to be able to make analysis on characters again as well as figure out plots through diction 🤩🤩 i cant thank you enough for writing take two because it gave me a chance to put my literature to good use, it wouldve been a real shame if i studied so hard just for me to never use it ever again. thank you thank you thank you thank you.

please have a good rest and all the best for your studies ! i had national exams last year and it absolutely beat the crap out of my brain 😭😭 had me tearing at every math question and feeling hella defeated. its going to be tough but you can do it !! take as long as you need for your break ! you absolutely deserve it after dropping that bombass smau 😩😩😩😩 i will look forward to your return with full excitement ! take care ~

- 🎐 ( its been a pleasure being one of take twos biggest fans - self proclaimed )

WINDCHIME ANON HEHE HELLO 💗💗 no bc a shoutout was a must bc ur ask helped me pick the direction i wanted to go with the ending. and i was so scared bc ppl were hoping for a ynwon ending but i gave them kind of nothing i was like 'what if they dont like' BUT FUCK IT BC IN MY EYES YN DOESNT DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING JUST YET . tbh the whole point of the friends part was that they were willing to give their relationship another try despite the mistakes, call that character development. and miya was created solely to tell people how important communication is. none of this would've happened if riki told yn about miya, if yn told him ab meeting miya, if riki told yn ab his plan, the communication was gone on so many levels. the thing that ruined ynki, if you ask me, was the lack of communications. not miya, not jungwon, not media, not fans, but yn and riki themselves. SO CHIYUV NATION, COMMUNICATION IS THE KEY. ALWAYS. take it from me i love clearing things out and it always ends well unless u start phrasing things wrong ( dont do it )

AND ANON WE R GETTING A PART TWO WITH SEPARATE ENDINGS let ur imagination run wild again ☝️☝️ that conan gray lyrics r so ksdjfhhs fits so well fr. AND OMG HI FELLOW LIT. STUDENT i had science but also had eng on the side, spent my youth editing drafts and analysing proses and poetry it was fun . everyday i think about ur asks ab take two and it makes miso happy (sunghoon hi) bc they rlly made my day U ARE THE BIGGEST TAKE TWO FAN i will give u that medal 🥇

[symphonicmetal101]

Over-Tired OM Boys HCs

Here's the initial thing that got me started thinkin bout the boys, but here ya go-

Lucifer

- this man, once he hits overtired, is extremely gullible, which is why he locks himself in his office until hes done what needs to be done

- also cannot keep a train of thought for more than 20 seconds and it drives him nuts

- and then he loses his focus even more because he's upset

- you tried knocking on the door once, and told him when you closed your eyes, you couldnt see and needed to go to the doctor

- man went from frustrated to concerned in a heartbeat, only after opening the door realizing how foolish he had just come across

- but now the door was open and you had access to him, and reluctantly he let you drag him to bed

- Will deny it ever happened, and if you bring it up, expect a punishment.

- Though he is grateful you made him rest so he would not become the laughingstock of his brothers

Mammon

- over tired bby will ramble until he forgot what he was talking about and space out for a solid ten seconds before snapping back

- it doesnt matter if you're listening intently or only half listening, he makes no sense what so ever.

- If you can record him without him noticing you (which is easy to do in this state) and play it back once he's rested he's either facepalming and blushy for the nonsense he spewed or he managed to pick out what he may have been trying to say and gets super excited, going off on another more understandable tangent.

- Gaming is a priority

Levi

- Sleeping is not

- Levi usually ends up just tired, not wired but dear lord when he does-

- All that energy and passion he pours into the way he speaks about anime and manga?

- Its physical now...oh and hes slightly more extroverted

- Though its a rare sight, over tired Levi works out and rambles about whatever it was that made him stay up that long, and hes doing it all in your room

Satan

- Over tired Satan is a rare sight, though it happens often, as he holes up in his room

- He gets an impulse to clean, and will tidy and clean and organize his books, though it never lasts

- and theres no escape, he will start crying if he feels you arent paying attention or if you're about to leave

- Depending on who you are, he either becomes 10000000% testier, or hes a giggly mess, there is no in between

Asmo

- Finds everything funny, but will get pouty if it came from someone he doesnt really like

- Over tired Asmo is rare, likely the rarest of all the boys to see, save for Barbatos

- but he is a chaotic little fucker

- dear god

- He will raid the fridge and pantry worse than Beel, specifically when hes on a diet-

- Then MC you're either in for one hell of a story from Asmo, most of them his not-so-proud drunk moments that he never talks about for that reason but he cant stop himself-

-his laugh sounds even more high pitched than normal, and a little maniacal, and he finds everything he says hilarious

- you will go on an adventure probably

Beel

- spaces out randomly, and also cries easily, dont point this put to him and say yes to his adventures, he'll change his mind a thousand times on the way- just go with it

- overtired Beel happens quite a bit, usually after the victory of a game and the adrenaline starts to wear off- and then he still has stuff to do

- but instead of "oh" and maybe a small laugh when he realizes what happened its more ".....oh" and then he looks like he's having an existential crisis

- you will have to physically lead him to bed after that, he's too busy thinking and slowly eating whatever is in his hand

- he snacks to keep himself awake, and poor himbo man is even more gullible than usual

- will want to cuddle, but wont ask when hes like this

Belphie

- out like a bulb immediately

- The Avatar of Sloth? Over tired? yes it happens unfortunately-

- He gets even grumpier than usual because he can’t sleep

- Then at night its just restless tossing and turning

- yes even the seemingly flawless butler gets overtired, but opposite of Asmo, he is far better at concealing it

- Usually happens when he intentionally sleeps through important meetings and days for Lucifer back to back to back

- It’s another excuse to hold you though, so he might make himself over tired more often

Barbatos

- You will see him stifle yawns

- And when given instructions, his eyes widen slightly with concentration as he whispers the instructions over and over under his breath so nobody can hear, but its clear his lips are moving

- he cannot be bribed

- he can be intimidated though, and how you ask?

- “threaten” to go tell Beel or Dia because you know full well if they were asked, they would carry Barb back to his quarters if you can’t do so on your own-

- no he will not sleep

- Usually that’s enough to convince him, but you have to stay near to make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s well-rested, otherwise he’ll leave as soon as possible and try to get back to work

- buuuut if you’re “on guard” or in bed with him- well he might have a few extra minutes or hours to spend with you

Diavolo

- overtired Diavolo is rather rare, as Barbatos is very strict with the prince's schedule

- Still though if Diavolo truly wants to keep going...all Barb can do is prepare for the future

- Which uh...just means being able to drag the prince to his quarters

- If you thought he was lively before, being overtired is kinda like giving caffiene to a squirrel for him

- Until he suddenly crashes....which, depending on how you like his company, can be unfortunate as his kick can last for hours

Simeon

- Simeon goes into zombie mode when he's overtired

- He hates to admit it, but it tales every oumce of strength to not fall asleep in the middle of classes

- Not that Luke would let him

- He's a little dazy, a little slow, but even just a power nap gets the angel going again

Luke

- Babie boy, don't stay up with the big kids-

- an overtired ten year old follows a certain progression

- grumpy, denial in need of sleep, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatt- oh he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence

- will not acknowledge anything in the morning, even as he walks out of his bedroom instead of the random place he slept, instead carrying on the conversation he left half finished the night before

Solomon

- hah

- he has spells

- who needs sleep?

- bastard also pushes himself too far, but disguises it with more ease than anyone else, at least until its just the two of you

- He tends to run his hand through his hair more often, fidgets more

- hes a little jumpy too, so continue with caution if you dont want to be turned into a frog-

Anyways, I know its been a hot minute since I posted anything really uh...substantial? I guess this will have to do?? I'm going to be travelling for a bit, so I apologize for slow updates, also dont have the patience to make a queue

Thank y'all for supporting me anyways, it means a lot!! Keep an eye out for the next OC Hunger Games~

Love ya!!

Masterlist

[honeydew-mel0n]

Hi! Can I have HCs w dmc5 boys Vergil, V Dante? Like reader is resting her head on their laps, then suddenly fall asleep while reading books. Tks ^^

Hell yeah, this is such a cute prompt! Also, you cant tell me Vergil wouldn't write poetry about his lover, and then hide it.

Dante, Vergil, V.

Falling asleep on their laps.

Dante

Might be a little hard seeing as how he man-spreads, so just rest your head on one of his thighs.

Depending on his mood he might try to make a suggestive joke. Try.

If you're visibly tired, meaning he watched you tire yourself out, he'll keep quiet.

You are absolutely allowed to fall asleep on him any time, he will try his best to stay quiet and still. No matter how hard it is for him.

He thinks it's cute that you chose to fall asleep on his leg, seeing as you were a few feet from your shared bedroom.

For the most part, he'll continue reading whatever so you can sleep.

However, he cant help but play with your hair (if that's possible), softly stroking your cheek, or resting his hand somewhere on you, one of his fingers tapping lighting against your skin.

If you have anything in your hair or on your face, he'll try to get rid of that without waking you.

One of his love languages is physical touch, and you're right there.

When you finally wake up, prepare for an extra cuddle session. (So long as no one is around.)

If you sleep for longer then expected, he'll slide out from under you, grab your favorite blanket, and tuck you in on the couch, as not to wake you.

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Dante had watched you clean for the past several hours, both after him, and deciding to sort through the basement. Plopping onto the couch and him when you finally decided it was fine to stop for the day. You'd slurred out something he couldnt decipher before passing out. "G'night babe." He mumbles to let you sleep.

Some time passes, every so often glancing down at you. He watches your lips twitch as you dream, a warm feeling pools in his chest. Licking his thumb he wipes away the smudge of dust and dirt on your cheek. If you were awake, you'd rip him a new asshole for cleaning your face with spit. But you aren't awake.

Vergil

The least likely to let you sleep for hours on his lap.

He will finch the moment you lay your head on his legs, although you won't be able to tell he's bothered.

Vergil is touch starved and the only "touch" he's used to is just torture and attacks from other demons as well as his own family

(That last one is technically his fault though)

He wont be able to tell you to move, he'll hold his tongue.

He'll use some of the time you're asleep to admire you, journaling every poetic thought he has of describing your gorgeous features.

If you continue to do this over time, he will whisper these things to your sleeping form when he knows the two of you are alone.

After about an hour he will lif you up and carry you to bed.

It's not that you inconvenience him, he just thinks you deserve to be comfortable.

Not that he can bring himself to say it, at first.

If he starts up when you're actually awake and you confront him about it later, he will (while flustered and reluctant) admit everything to you.

__

The only sound in the house was the sound of breathing, and his pen scratching on the paper, his eyes switching from the page to your face. Trying to document the peace and beauty he found in your face. Finally he breaks his glancing routine, looking up at the clock as its ticking echos through the quiet house.

It had been an hour since you'd fallen asleep, by now your neck was bound to be tight and cramp when you wake.

A sigh leaves his lungs as he places aside his writing materials. His arms come under your mid back and knees. When you're lifted from the couch and he stands, your head is made sure to rest against his chest as not to roll back and hurt your neck even more. He walks you to your shared bedroom, gently placing your on the bed and pulling to covers over you.

Vergil smiles to himself as you rest onto the bed before leaving and returning to writing. But only about you.

V

He doesnt understand why you'd want to.

Not because he dislikes affection or touch in general, but because of how boney he is.

But you are absolutely welcome to.

He is nothing but the human aspects of Vergil, being touch starved effects V more visibly.

He will flinch and tense up as well, but will calm down quicker then his hybrid whole.

But this time, you can definitely tell.

He'll make sure to ask to do anything before you fall asleep, because he doesnt want to touch you if you dont want to be touched.

If you sleep for a few hours, he'll eventually wake you and take you to bed, he cant lift you, but he will try his best to take care of you just as you take care of him.

When you wake up he'll be so much more disappointed, he was enjoying being close to you, and now you're up and about again.

Seeing as how he's never been hesitant to state what he wants, so expect to be asked for a longer cuddle time.

__

His green eyes scanned your face, taking in little things he loved about you. His knuckles running gently down the side of your face, watching you shift and eyes flutter. It had been a few hours and you were definitely due to wake up. "Dear, I think it's time for you to get up." A whine escapes your lips as your eyes open, taking him in for the first time in hours.

"Hey." You giggled out with a smile, causing a smile to press to his lips. Sitting up, your joints pop. "Thank you for letting me sleep." You get up, stretching your legs, but a grip on your hand stops you from walking away. "Stay." V says in a gentle voice. Nodding, you lay back down, this time with your head on his chest, your arms coming around his waist.

You feel him let out a sigh, an long thin hand resting on the small of your back.

[meloswifeyyy]

Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear  “You trynna have my babies?” or  “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying 

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates 

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you. 

E - Eat 

Who Eats the most ?   

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating. 

F - Freak 

Who is the Freakiest ?  

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost  always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best. 

G - Games 

Who wins the most games ?  

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?  

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?  

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded 

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep. 

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

[bbrandy2002]

Little Shit:

Part 1: Wrapped Around A Finger

This is for week 96 of @wackydrabbles prompt: I can't -- I have a deadline. Prompt will be in bold.

Okay, so I couldnt fit all of this into the 2000 word limit and had to break it up and didn't have the heart to cut.

@kingliam2019​ you made a request for a Little Shit story on New Year’s Eve and it only took 5 months to come up with something, so this one is for you.

If you're unfamiliar with the Little Shit series (because it has been over a year since I wrote anything for it) Nikolas is Liam and Riley's 5 year old mischievous son who just can't help from wreaking havoc, especially toward Drake. He enjoys getting a rise out of him even if he does love his Uncle ... for the most part.

Warning: Crude Language. Mention of Covid and vaccinations.

Word count: 1928

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Returning from the stables one afternoon, Drake was stopped at the palace door by security -- again -- for not wearing the required mask to enter.

“Mr. Walker, I’m afraid you need to have a mask on before I can allow you inside. I have to tell you this every day.”

“That because I fucking live here,” Drake grumbled as he snagged the offered surgical mask from the guard. 

“Not in the common areas, Mr. Walker.”

“You know this whole virus thing is just a conspiracy and Liam is using it to control all of us, right? He’s gone mad. This shit’s never gonna end.”

“I understand, sir.” The guard waited patiently as Drake begrudgingly slipped the mask over his face. “Perhaps, though, there is an alternative, one where you wouldn’t have to wear one anymore. They’re offering free vaccines in room 105 today. If you get the shot, you won’t need to wear a mask when you come inside,” the guard cajoled.

Drake let out a humorless laugh.“I’m sure that’s exactly what Liam wants: make a guinea pig out of me. Pump me full of that radioactive shit and in five years I’ll have a tail growing out of my face. No thanks.” Drake disregarded the information and moved past the man.

“But, sir .. .they’re giving away bottles of whiskey to the first 100 recipients. Last I heard, they were close to reaching that number. Top of the line stuff too.”

Drake turned on the heel of his work boots, glaring back, before asking skeptically. “Whiskey? They’re giving away alcohol to get this damn shot?” The guard nodded in response.

“Glenfiddich -- 1955, I believe. The King paid for it himself.”

Drake’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s a $90,000 bottle! And they’re just giving them away if you get this shot?”

“I … um … yes. His Majesty wants to reward those who are doing their part to create a healthier and safer Cordonia. He won’t rest until every last citizen is vaccinated from this dreaded virus. We can all fight this … together. What do you say, Mr. Walker? Will you help stop the spread?”

“For a $90,000 bottle of whiskey? Hell yeah! I’ll grow two tails out my heads for -- hold on a damn minute …” Drake burrowed his eyes into the guard who was sweating bullets, desperate for him to leave. “Where the hell is Nikolas at? This whole thing reeks of him..” Drake’s eyes began darting around the perimeter in a feverish search for the little prince’s battery operated car. “That little shit is blackmailing you, isn’t he? I should have known.”

The guard straightened and answered in a solemn tone, “I’m a serious professional, Mr. Walker. And I take your accusations of being anything but, demeaning to the loyalty and oath I’ve given to the Crown. How dare you stand there --”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.” Drake ran a hand down his weary face in frustration. “It’s just that kid is the bane of my existence. I’ve had a long, hard day at work and I’m in no mood for his fucking stunts.”

The guard waved him off. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ve heard all about the stuff he’s pulled on you.” He leaned in closer and spoke in a hushed tone, “Between you and me, he’s a little pain in my ass too; always coming down here acting like he runs this place. If you ever need help teaching that kid a lesson, I’d be happy to help.”

Drake arched a brow. “Loyalty to the crown, huh?” The man regarded that retort with an awkward shrug. “Yeah, he needs his ass busted, that’s for sure. Liam thinks he just needs a little more love. I’d like to show him the Bianca F. Walker way of love.” He slammed his hands together.

The guard chuckled. “I’m with you on that. He needs something done; he’s out of control … Anyway, you should probably head on up there and get your shot -- and whiskey -- before they’re all out. I wish I’d have waited to get mine until today.”

Twisting his face in doubt, Drake walked around the corner and leaned up against the wall as he pulled out his phone. Something just didn’t feel right, and he determined the safest thing to do was shoot off a quick text to his best friend.

Drake: Liam, are you really giving away Glenfiddich, 1955, to get the Covid vaccine?

He waited a brief moment until a response came through; he looked down at his phone and read:

Liam: Yes.

Drake: Is that all you have to say about that?

Liam: Yes.

Liam: I am in meeting for Cordonia.

Drake tilted his head to the side and scratched at it as he stared at the odd message. He typed out another response.

Drake: What kind of meeting for Cordonia? And with who?

Liam: Top secret. Can't tell you.

Drake: Uh-huh. Where’s Nikolas?

Liam: With Riley and baby in Vallteria

Liam: Shit. Valtoria

Drake: What’s the capital of the United States?

Liam: Damn it Drake I’m in a meeting!

Drake: Then hurry up and answer

Liam: Washington D.C.

Drake: Who shot me at the costume ball?

Liam: You son of a bitch. IM IN A MEETING!

Drake let out a heavy groan and decided to just call Riley. He knew without a doubt Nikolas took Liam’s phone again. If he called Riley, though, there was no way the boy could pretend he was her.

Picking up almost instantly, Riley answered cheerfully, “Hello. Queen Riley speaking.”

“Riley, it’s Drake. I was just wondering if you and Liam were really giving away whiskey for getting this shot? Sounds a little fishy to me.”

There was a moment of silence, then a clicking noise, followed by a long beep, before Riley replied. “Yes. We. Are. Giving. Away …. Whiskey. Get.The.Shot.Drake.”

“The hell is wrong with your voice?”

“I.Am.In.Valtoria.”

“Riley, why the fuck are you enunciating every word?”

“I. Have. A. Cold. And. Must.Talk.Slow. Nikolas.Is.With.Me. And. I. Must. Get ... Going. Bye. Drake ...You. Ass. Hole.” 

Drake rolled his eyes and slipped the phone in his back pocket. “He’s got her phone, too. Damn that evil-ass kid.” He hesitantly made his way down to room 105; it wouldn’t hurt anything just to open the door and see if there was anything legit about this. As he approached, a lovely lady he knew from the kitchen exited with a big smile on her aging face and a bottle she cradled in her arms; he recognized it almost instantly as the Glenfiddich.

“Miss Milly,” Drake greeting kindly and held the door open for her. “You’re looking as lovely as ever.”

“Oh, you.” She laughed bashfully in her grandmotherly voice as she stepped into the corridor. “You’re always flirting with me, Drake. One of these days, I’m going to make you take me out on a date, buy me dinner, and give me a peck on the cheek at the end of the night.” 

Drake smiled back fondly at her. “You just tell me when, Miss Milly, and I’m there.” He motioned to the bottle in her hand. “Say … couldn’t help but notice that bottle of whiskey you’re carrying around; where’d you get that at? That brand doesn’t come cheap.”

“Ohhh, I know. But I heard they were giving shots in that room right there.” She pointed with a crooked finger. “And they said I was the 99th person to stop by, and gave this to me after getting my shot. I couldn’t believe my luck. And they only have one bottle left. I can finally put my grandson through college.” 

“That’s great! And you said there is still one more bottle left?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. But you better hurry. One of the chefs is on his way here for a shot as well.”

Drake hurriedly kissed her on the cheek and opened the door. Thank you, Miss Milly!” He stepped inside, then stopped and whipped his head back out the door. “Milly, wait. Have you seen Prince Nikolas today?”

“Yes, he left with the Queen after breakfast this morning. I believe they mentioned going to Valtoria.”

Drake rubbed his hands together anxiously and thanked her. He’d known the cook for years, she’s the sweetest person he knew. There was no way she would cover for Nikolas, and Drake couldn’t imagine the boy would have any dirt to hold over her head.

When the door shut, Nikolas grinned mischievously from a dark alcove where he was parked in his black 12V Mercedes Benz S63. “This is the day I’ve been waiting for.”

He set his laptop and both parents' phones in the passenger seat and slowly pulled out. He paid $100 to Milly and asked her to put the bottle back in his father’s liquor cabinet and rolled a few paces to room 105.

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After filling out medical forms, the palace doctor ushered Drake behind a curtain where a long rectangular table and folding chair sat. Taking the seat, Drake watched the doctor slip on a pair of gloves and pull a small tube of lube out of his lab coat pocket. Drake furrowed his brows in confusion. “Heh. What’s the lube for?” he chuckled lightly. “I’m just here for a shot, man. Nothing else is going in me.”

“Just relax, Mr. Walker. It’s all part of the process.” A squirt of clear liquid was squeezed onto the doctor's two gloved fingers as he held them up. “On your medical forms you denied having a physical exam in the past year. I just need to do a quick exam and check for rectal polyps.”

Drake started laughing in amusement, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve got to be shittin' me. So let me get this straight. I can’t get a shot until you stick your fingers in my ass to check for ‘polyps?’ Yeah, that’s happening. What a bunch of horse malarky.”

The doctor let out an annoyed huff. “I see you didn’t read over the information forms. They never do,’ he mumbled. “Look, if you want me to wait here all day while you figure out what to do, I can’t -- I have a deadline to finish here. Now if you’ll move along, I have another patient waiting; you’re free to go.”

And Drake knew he was. But that expensive bottle of Glenfiddich was calling his name. He glanced over to that one last beautiful bottle sitting atop a desk on the far side of the room, calling his name. Selling it for even half of what it was worth would afford him enough to move the hell out of the palace and get the freedom from Nik he desired. Rubbing a hand over the scruff on his chin, Drake's timid gaze turned from the bottle to the doctor. He could handle a finger or two in ass for a few seconds if t made him $90,000 richer. 

“Okay. What do I need to do?”

Nikolas quietly typed on the keyboard of his laptop from the opposite side of the curtain. The images from the hidden cameras plastered on the wall where Drake was seated popped into view on his screen. Feeding a link to, and overriding the broadcast feed at the CBC, Nik crouched down low and waited with little beady eyes for the exam to begin. “Perfect ...Okay, Doc, let’s see if you can get a hole in one.”

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[shoutogepi]

how do u think shouto is when hes REALLY really horny?

nsfw 18+ below the line

— - — - — - — - —

ooo when he horny horny?

okay listen. my guy has trouble expressing himself, meaning he also has trouble letting you (his sweet lil angel) know when he wants something from you. whether that be snuggles or kisses or a heated pound session. baby has a hard time telling you exactly what he wants which is funny bc when he doms that’s what he’s always commanding you to do oop. it all depends on whether the two of you are physically together or not at the moment he decides to act... (these mini hc’s are for top/dom daddy shouto btw 🤪)

if you’re apart,

he’s gonna take a quick ten minutes to himself and lock himself away. he’ll open that top secret app on his phone that’s got like three different passcodes (we stan a careful & considerate man), and he’ll stroke his aching cock to the videos and pictures of you he has saved just for this kind of occasion.

if that’s not enough (is it ever really gonna be enough??) he’ll message you and ask if you have a spare minute to talk. he’s not... super good at sexting, or rather texting in general (his sarcasm comes across wrong A LOT & he knows this), so he’ll call you instead.

the minute you pick up the phone he’s asking what you’re wearing, telling you he wishes he was between your pretty thighs right now, how if he was there with you he’d touch and kiss and lick you wherever you want. ohhh his cock is so hard for you right now, he wants your tight little cunt to wrap around it and drool all over him, squeeze him and milk him til he can’t hold back anymore.

definitely grunts and pants after he’s finished, dropping a quick “when i get home you better be on the bed in just your panties. have a good rest of your day, i love you angel.” DHAKSSKHS I COULDNT RESIST 😫

if you’re together,

lucky you. while shouto doesn’t mind using words to get what he wants, he is a firm believer in the saying “action speaks louder than words”, so if he has the choice between them.... you know what he’s picking.

you could be doing anything. literally anything, and he will still come up behind you and start to kiss your neck. that’s how you know youre about to get it 😳. he’ll start with a few gentle kisses, feigning innocence, but he’ll gradually pick it up— sucking and marking your flesh as his hands slide over your front.

he’ll give you a few seconds to push him away (if you’re doing something incredibly important), but you haven’t once taken that out before and hell nah you ain’t taking it now.

this prince will spin you around and pick you up no problem, swoon. he’ll carry you to the bed, and set you down so your knees are on the floor.

“you know what to do.” uhmmm okAY SIR—

he’ll stand there and moan softly while you work his cock, his fingers curled around the bottom of your chin. if he’s feeling really desperate he might just fuck your face, not really caring if you gag and choke on his thick length because he knows you love it.

he’s either painting the bottom half of your face white, or he’s grabbing you and ripping off your bottoms, bending you over the edge of the mattress, and thrusting into your dripping cunt without so much as a finger to stretch you out.

10/10 will grab your hair or your throat, anything to make your spine arch and your ass perk up so it jiggles as he slams into you from behind. definitely will also start to dirty talk, desire taking over his brain and nasty words slipping from that sinful tongue.

then after he’s stuffed you full of his cum he’ll be smirking at the mess he’s just made (aka you), still twitching and gasping on top of the sheets. icyhot bastard will have the nerve to go back to whatever he was doing before, but only after helping you to clean up & hydrate of course. he’s gotta take care of his bbg— nmw you’re his first priority.

in sum— when he wants you, he’s gonna take you. you’d better be ready ;)

[spookypotato]

Here's to my wonderful Verwandtschaft! @witchybisexualmess , happy, happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this a tiny bit... I wanted you to have some fluffy times.

I'm sorry for pulling you into the madness that oknutzy but there you go anyway.

Characters by @lumosinlove. Thank you!

The next step

Finn loved his life. He loved that the first thing he got to see every morning now, were his beautiful boys. His boys.

Logan must have felt him being awake, because Finn could see his eyes fluttering open, lightly brushing his shoulder.

"Hey Lo'. Slept well?", Finna asked, keeping his voice as quiet as possible not wanting to wake up Leo.

Leo, their giant of a boyfriend. He had his limbs wrapped around Logan, face looking relaxed if not pleased, even though he was still asleep. His legs were so long they reached over to tangle with Finns even unconsciously. He could feel the blondes warm feet touching his, now cold ones.

Logan must have read his mind, because he seemed to snuggle back into the warmth provided by the strong muscles against his back and the gentle arms thrown lazily over his body.

"I love you.", Logan mumbled, "both of you."

Logan felt a lingering kiss on his neck, just under his ear. He had known Leo was awake, and just waiting for the right opportunity to make it known even to the red head.

"Good morning, sleepy head.", Finn leaned over and kissed the top of Leo's head.

"'Morning, sweetheart.", came his raspy reply.

Finn moved closer to the others. He needed contact. He always needed contact. They were more than happy to help him out.

Logan was on him, the instant he felt him even shift the slightest in their direction. He wrapped his legs around Finns hips and pressed his face to the others chest.

"Fine, leave me for him, I see how it is.", they heard Leo's voice from the side of the bed, Logan had just moved away from. He was sitting on the edge, putting on some fuzzy socks.

"No, Nutty, Baby, dont leave us.", Finn pouted and he heard some grumbling from Logan, which was swallowed by Finn's body.

"I mean, if you dont want breakfast that's fine, but I do.", he got up and walked away in the direction of their kitchen.

Finn couldnt believe his luck. How was he worthy of these two people's attraction. He desperately wanted to wake up like that, with his boys, tomorrow. And the day after. And the days after that, until the end of his life.

~

"Hey Nutty, pass me the strawberries?", Logan asked from his chair next to Finn's. In front of them there was a stack of pancakes that would have filled them up after the Stanley cup finals.

Those games were long over. They were in their summer break now, mostly relaxing sometimes the team got together and practiced, but all the pressure was off of them. They were mostly fooling around on the ice, playing games and incorporating new rules into each one. Finn loved every second of it.

He snapped out of his thoughts, when Leo held out one of the strawberries to Logans mouth with a cheeky smile and a "here you go, sweetheart." They knew what they were doing. Finn was sure of it.

Logan took the fruit between his teeth, carefully wrapping his lips around it, never breaking eye contact with Leo. Once the brunette had bitten a piece of, Leo ate the rest of their shared strawberry. They were still staring at each other.

Their love hadnt faded one bit since they got together. Finn was so glad. He couldnt imagine ever taking the two amazing boys for granted. He couldnt imagine ever walking up and not melting at the sight of them cuddling each other and him. He almost loved their love for each other more than his own love for them. He loved them kissing each other almost more than him kissing them himself.

Lost in thoughts, his eyes trailed to Logans lips. He hadnt noticed before. There was a red smudge on his lips. Finn desperately wanted to lick it off. Then he remembered he could now. He often forgot, that he was allowed to have them now. To think about them. To kiss them.

He moved his hand over to Logan's side, cupping his chin with his hand. After breaking the eye contact with their other boyfriend, after a moment, which almost felt like hesitation, Logan turned to Finn and let him connect their mouths. Their kiss was slow and deep and they could feel Leo's eyes on them. Finn tasted the strawberry, licking over the spot on Logan's lip he had stared at before. They broke apart and Logan smiled at him. A genuinely happy smile. One that told him, that his life couldnt be better. Finn smiled too.

~

After they were full, there were still half of the pancakes left. They put them in the fridge to heat up later, as they would get hungry again in a few hours minimum.

Finn and Logan stood next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, at the sink, washing their dishes. Off course they could have bought themselves a dishwasher, but they have grown to like the dynamic of them watchin Leo make food and him watching them clean up. It was their arrangement. It was something that connected them.

"You know, it's bizarre, really.", they heard Leo, sitting on one of their counters. "When I was younger, back in NOLA"-Finn loved how he didnt say home anymore, he called them his home now. His family.- "Mama would always make me do the dishes. She'd said once you live on your own, you'll have to do them, so you need to practice. Little did she know I would have two wonderful boyfriends to do it for me.", he ended, hoping of the counter and pressed a kiss to their cheeks, with a little "Thank you."

That was one of their rituals. Once Leo was done with cooking, he got a kiss on each cheek for both of his boyfriends. Once they were done with cleaning they got one each from Leo.

While Finn put their towels up to dry, and cleaned the sink of any left over soap, he heard Logan mumble something. It was too silent to understand, but he had definitely said something.

"What, Lo'?", Finn asked pulling his boyfriend in by his waist and kissing his nose gently.

Logan kissed along his jaw for a second and then turned to the blond.

"Would you like that, Leo?"

"Like what?"

"A family."

Leo hesitated. Then he took their hands in his, and told them, "I have a family. I have you guys."

Logan looked down, hesitant, if not shy. "I meant, would you ever like children."

Finn had thought about it before. Off course he had. Raising children of his own, even before he had met Leo, or even Logan. I was something he had always wanted, but he hadnt discussed it with his boyfriends. Were they even that far along? Finn could imagine them raising their own kid though.

Debating about what they should wear. Teasing them a bit about their first crush, if they had one. They would probably be embarrassing parents. Wow. That sounded really good though. Them being parents. Their child coming home from school, running into their waiting arms and telling them all about their day.

But off course Finn wouldn't force them to adopt a kid. He wanted it. He had wanted it since he was a kid himself, but if Logan or Leo didnt want to, he would accept that. They probably didn't anyway. Neither had ever mentioned anything until that day.

Logan was still waiting for Leo's answer. It couldnt be easy for him to. If he said no and one of his boyfriends did, he would feel guilty for holding them back, and if he said yes and one of his boyfriends no, then he would feel awful for making them feel, like they were holding him back. But he had to answer.

"Yeah, I would like to have a child with you. Some time in the future, but even now.", when neither Logan nor Finn replied -Finn being lovestruck at that moment, because there was a possibility for them to become an actual family- Leo quickly added, "But no worries, guys. I know that isn't a top priority of yours. Or maybe you dont even want children. I know there are so many people that dont. And off course that's fine. We dont have to, ever. You know what, just forget I-"

He was cut off by a hard kiss from Logan. Once he hadnt been in a 'my-boyfriend-wants-to-have-children-with-me' daze, Logan had jumped up to Leo, hooking his legs around the blonde's waist, knowing he would easily be able to carry him. He felt Leo's hands wrap around him, holding him in place, while he let himself he kissed by his boyfriend, overwhelmed with emotions.

Logan stopped abruptly, though. Tapping Leo's arm so he would let him down. It was like he had just remembered Finn's presence again.

"I'm so sorry, Fishy. I didnt even- I should have asked.", his voice sounded close to tears, if from the blissful blur of wanting children with your boyfriend or from not consulting Finn on that matter, he couldn't tell.

"Me, too.", was all Finn could contribute to this, way too emotional morning. He wasnt made for thinking that much at 10 am.

He felt Logan lifting him, with way too much ease for their height difference. Leo was behind him, wrapping his arms around both of them. Logan let him back down gently, but they weren't moving away, pressing each other closer together than should have been physically possible.

"Imagine us raising a child.", Logan said disbelieving, while not letting go of his boys.

"Yeah, pretty crazy", Leo answered, clearly in his own thoughts at the moment. "I do want it though. With you."

"When you imagine it, ... how old we are.", Finn's voice broke through the thought filled silence.

Logan and Leo looked at each other, seemingly understanding the other without using words. It was Logan that answered, "Probably in a few years time? Leo shouldn't have to be a father, before he's turned into a legal adult. He should get to enjoy his youth."

"Good old days.", Finn said wistfully, instantly shaking at feeling those words cross his tongue. "I feel old."