#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright

[thecapricunt1616]

Hello all I’m still working on my requests daddy Carmy has just been taking over my fucking brain.

I’ve been seeing the trend on tik tok of wives asking their husbands questions about their babies it just got me thinking how Carmy would KILL this challenge and he would be super proud of himself because he’s so competitive I think it would go something like (Drabble below)

You walk out onto the patio of your gorge house where he’s in sexy daddy mode cooking breakfast on the little black stone grill while he drinks his coffee and you’re like -

“Babe I saw this video about this dad he didn’t know anything about his baby but I know you know cause you’re an awesome dad can we show the people what a good dad you are?”

and ofc he gets all blushy and is like “I’m not a good dad because I know stuff about my kid but I love talkin’ bout’ em so you can ask me questions sure.”

So you start off easy “What kind of formula do we use for cub when I’m taking a break?”

He answers straight away “Yellow one Enfamil neuropro I’m like 99% sure it’s in a yellow container”

“Correct and how many naps does he take a day?” You ask and He chuckles

“Uhm well when he’s bein’ good he’ll take 2 er 3 even if he’s doin’ a lot ‘er he’s sick, but we can usually only get one outta him.” He said while shaping the pancake batter into little Mickey Mouse shapes

“He gets being a bad sleeper from his dad, and what time does he usually nap?”

“Ye’ but he gets the attitude from you. We try gettin’ ‘em down at 12:30ish 1 but he usually fights us and he doesn’t go down until 2” he teased

“What brand and size diaper do we use?” You panned the camera down as he sprinkled blueberries on top of the batter

“Huggies - you like the snug and dry ones - he likes the snug and dry ones cause the box has Mickey on it- and he’s size 4 I think - ye’ 4 now cause the 3’s were lookin uncomfortable - are you filming my hands?”

You laughed, blushing a bit having been caught “sorry you have nice hands, how does he like to be held?” You moved the camera back up

“Uhhh depends? Is he tired is he upset is heee-“ he questioned

“Mm puttin him down f’bed” you said

“Ohh lil’ man likes the football hold” he demonstrates “likes to be all curled up here in my arm like a football and I’ll give ‘em his bottle. But w’you he wants t’fall asleep eating” he said and you smiled big at how attentive he was

“You got an A, I knew you would” you said and he grinned proudly

“That was it? Cmon! Those are easy gimme harder questions then that!” He chuckled

“Hmmm… alright-“ you think for a moment “oh! What’s his favorite movie”

“Monsters inc and monsters university” he said without missing a beat “he goes nuts he loves it he makes us do scary feet with ‘em” he laughs a bit at the thought

“Also correct, what abouttt…his favorite-“ he cuts you off

“Animal? A Bear” he smirks and you both laugh

“Okay what makes him laugh every time?” You asked

“Ohhh hmmmm…” he thinks with a big grin “well there’s a lot- oh well I’m gonna get you that always makes him crack up, also coughin’ if anyone coughs kid is done for” you giggle

“Which is why he is always wakin’ up laughin’ when you cough up a lung in the middle of the night after coming in after a cigarette” you teased and he laughed a bit

“Id rather him wake up laughin’ then cryin it’s easier to go in there and read to em till he falls asleep” he said

“Oh! That’s a good one- what’s his favorite book?” You ask

“Brown bear brown bear what do you see” he smiled “or Goldie locks, but he likes it better when you read that one to him” he said and you heard him squealing over in his playpen happily

“See he agrees doncha little bear?” He coo’d adorably over at him as he bounced up and down

“Dada dada dada dada” he babbled happily and lifted his arms, golden curls like Carmys of course falling over his forehead.

Of course carmen couldn’t deny his little guy so he walked over, picking him up and holding him on his hip and came over to resume cooking

“ you win this challenge bear you crushed it” you told him and your son is just so smitten and happy, cuddling up to Carmy and sucking on his pacifier contently

You post the video ofc it goes viral bc he’s Carmen but also becomes dilf of the year all the ladies in the comments simping over his sexy muscley arms and his tattoos and his ability to hold a baby and flip pancakes at the same time, everyone’s heart melting at the end of the video when your son pointed at the pancakes and went “mi-tee” and Carmy smiling telling him “you’re right cub! Such a smart little man. That’s Mickey Mouse. We gonna watch Mickey house while we have breakfast mm? With mommy?”

[camillemontespan]

the best mistake he never had [drake x Camille AU] [part four]

Lily burst into the house, trying her best not to cry. It was rare that Camille shouted at her and it had been a shock to the system for the five year old.

Camille preferred disciplining by talking. No corporal punishment, no shouting. She wanted to take the time to understand her daughter and explain why certain behaviour wasn't acceptable.

But seeing Lily with Drake had filled her with so much anxiety that she couldn't help it. She had shouted at Lily.

Lily went upstairs to find her grandma. She wanted comfort.

‘Grandma?’ she called.

‘I’m in bed, sweetheart!’ Gisele replied. ‘Come through.’

Lily entered the room. As soon as her grandma set eyes on her, her face fell. ‘Ohhh mon petit Fleur..’ she whispered. She reached out for her granddaughter. ‘Come here.’

Lily sniffled and climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb her grandma too much as she looked so delicate. She gently laid her head on her chest and inhaled Gisele's scent of jasmine perfume and instantly felt her mind quieten.

‘What’s happened?’ Gisele asked quietly.

Lily sniffed. ‘Mommy shouted at me because I was brushing Lone Star and talking to Drake.’

She felt Gisele stiffen but she didn't question it.

‘And she said I shouldn't speak to strangers,’ Lily continued. ‘Because strangers are bad but Drake was nice.’

Gisele cleared her throat and cuddled Lily deeper. ‘It’s just you and your mommy,’ she said softly. ‘She wants you to be safe and since you don't know Drake, he is a stranger to you. Yes, he can be a nice man but that doesn't mean you should speak to him unless your mommy or I are there.’

Lily bit her lip. ‘That’s unfair on him and Lone Star.’

Gisele chuckled despite herself. ‘Lily, are you just mad because you want the horse?’

Lily turned and pouted. ‘No!’ she protested.

Gisele smiled and pressed a kiss on Lily's head. ‘You don't speak to someone you don't know unless you have your mommy or me there, okay? That's not just a rule for you, that's a rule for all children.’

Lily sighed. She knew she couldn't protest against that if the rule applied to all children.

She was a child who obeyed rules and liked everything to be just right. She rarely strayed from the safe path.

Lily also felt things deeply and that often meant she didn't want to upset anyone. She especially didn't want to upset Camille because Camille was her entire world.

She didn't want to upset her mommy, ever.

If that meant no more Lone Star or talking to Drake, then she wouldn't go near them again.

*******************

That evening, Drake was back in his local bar, where he tended to spend most evenings.

Yes, he had work at the ranch in the early mornings but Drake had since admitted to himself that he was basically a high functioning alcoholic and he could deal with a sore head and dry mouth if it meant he could drink whisky and forget about all this shit for a while.

This shit being meeting his daughter for the first time today and Camille's anger about it.

Fuck.

Drake downed his whisky and gestured to Leo, the bartender and friend, for another.

‘You alright man?’ Leo asked, frowning as he began to pour Drake another. ‘You’re quieter than usual.’

Drake smirked. ‘I’m fine, Leo.’

Leo raised his eyebrows and passed Drake the glass. He studied him for a moment, his green eyes roaming Drake's face.

‘So I heard Camille is back,’ he said bluntly. ‘And a mini Camille too.’

Drake gripped the glass. ‘Leo. Shut up.’

Leo proceeded to dry the wet glasses, not once taking his eyes off Drake. He didn't understand him. Sure, Leo was not a family man, he was allergic to commitment. If a woman he slept with had gotten pregnant with his baby, he would have run a mile.

But Drake wasn't like Leo. Drake, although a bit of a loner and hardly a womaniser, was the kind of guy who looked like he would want a relationship and a kid. The women he had dated in the past had always been long term.

Plus she was Camille Montespan. She was in Leo’s spank bank.

He loved her name. Fucking sexy and French.

Anyway, who in their right mind would reject Camille Montespan? She was the town sweetheart. Always friendly, always up for a laugh, drop dead gorgeous.

Pretty much every guy in Applewood had had a crush on her at some point, Leo included.

You sleep with girls. You marry women like Camille Montespan.

If Camille had slept with him and had his baby, Leo would gone against all of his instincts and settled down with her. Because you don't give up the chance to be with a woman like her. Even Leo knew that.

So why the fuck did Drake fuck it up?

He didn't know what had happened five years ago with Drake and Camille. Drake never spoke about it. Had it been a drunken fling? A secret romance?

All Leo knew was that Camille and his daughter were Drake's sore spots. You could insult him about anything and he would shrug it off, acting like he didn't care. But if you mentioned Camille and his daughter, Drake would turn defensive.

Before Leo could respond to Drake, the door opened and in walked Maxwell Beaumont.

‘Hey Leo!’ he greeted him as if Leo was the best thing in the world at that moment.

Leo smiled. ‘Hey Max. What can I get you?’

‘Ooohh.. a pina colada please.’

‘Coming right up, good sir!’ Leo said. Maxwell always ordered a fancy cocktail and it was always interesting to see what he would order his time.

Drake sipped his whisky and cast a glance over at Maxwell who was studiously scrolling through his phone and making a point not to speak to Drake.

‘How are ya doing, Max?’ Drake finally said, breaking the horrible silence.

‘Fine,’ Maxwell replied, his voice montone.

Leo eyed the two of them as he shook the cocktail shaker, wishing Drake would just stop trying.

Ever since Camille left town, Maxwell swore never to talk to Drake again. He was Camille’s best friend and incredibly loyal to her. If you hurt Camille, you hurt Maxwell.

He was like sunshine personified with everyone except Drake. Even though Drake understood, it didn't mean that he liked it.

‘So I saw Camille and Lily today -’

‘Don’t even say their names,’ Maxwell interrupted, his voice like ice. ‘Don’t you dare.’

Drake's jaw set. He picked up his glass of whisky and downed it before gesturing to Leo for another.

However, Leo was staring at Maxwell with his mouth open, cocktail shaker gripped tightly in his hands. He knew Maxwell hated Drake but Jesus Christ, he was quick to the punch.

‘Sorry..’ Drake muttered, taking a sip of his drink.

‘No, you don't say sorry to me,’ Maxwell said, his voice starting to rise, ‘you say sorry to Camille. But you won't because you really don't give a shit about her.’

Drake exhaled. ‘Leo, can I have another drink?’

Leo coughed and picked up the whisky bottle, pouring him another. He then served Maxwell his Pina colada, hoping the two of them wouldn't fight right here at his bar.

Drake downed the whisky.

‘Yup, get drunk like you always do…’ Maxwell muttered, his lips brushing the straw in his glass. ‘Classic Walker.’

Drake was up on his feet in an instant. ‘Right man, you got something to say? Fucking say it.’

‘Woah, calm down!’ Leo panicked. ‘You’re going to upset my other patrons…’

‘Who, Bill at the back? Drake hissed. ‘He doesn't give a shit.’

Maxwell sipped his Pina colada, cool as a cucumber. He looked away from Drake , not bothering to give him any eye contact. Drake stared at the side of his face.

‘You know it's none of your business what happened between me and Camille right?’ he asked, keeping his voice neutral. Unfortunately , his voice was slurring now thanks to the whisky he had downed.

‘I know you're her fucking guard dog who needs any excuse to jump but you don't know the ins and outs of this. You weren't there.’

Maxwell turned to look at Drake. His eyes were narrowed. ‘Excuse me?’ he whispered.

‘So guys, you watch the Texans game on Sunday?’ Leo asked, his voice high. ‘Great game -’

‘I get she's your friend and you are sticking by her but you don't know the full story so you can't exactly make your mind up about me,’ Drake continued. ‘You’re judging me without actually talking to me about it.’

Drake had a secret. Despite acting like he didn't give a shit about anything, he hated it when people judged him. All he wanted was to be accepted but people rarely did.

Maxwell rose so he stood over Drake, which wasn't hard as Drake was sitting on the bar stool. The tables would turn if Drake stood up because he had a clear five inches over Maxwell.

So he stood up.

Maxwell stared up at him, his eyes flashing. ‘I was there to pick up the pieces after you took her heart and ripped it into two,’ he said quietly, his tone dangerous. ‘I was there to listen to her as she told me how cruel you were, how you said it had been a drunken mistake, that it should never have happened. She was broken up, Drake. She felt like shit, like nothing-’

‘I didn't mean to make her feel like that!’ Drake burst out. ‘I didn't word it correctly-’

‘She told you that she was pregnant with your baby and you told her you didn't want anything to do with her!’

‘It wasn't meant to come out like that!’

‘Guys, please, can we stop?’ Leo interrupted, desperate for peace.

‘She always stuck up for you!’ Maxwell shouted, pushing Drake in the chest. Drake stumbled back, catching himself on the bar. ‘When everyone in school took the piss out of you, called you names, ignored you, she was there to defend you! She thought you were a good guy!’

‘I am a good guy!’ Drake shouted back. ‘I made a crappy decision but I am a good-’

‘No, you're a selfish asshole,’ Maxwell cut in. ‘You could have stood by her. You didn't have to say you'd step up and be a dad but for fucks sake, you could have at least paid her child support!’

There was a horrible, thick silence.

Leo looked between the two of them and exhaled. ‘Guys. Get out of my bar.’

Drake swallowed. ‘I.. I offered to pay her child support and she said she didn't want anything from me.’

Maxwell stared at him. ‘You should have ignored her and done it anyway. But instead you wiped your hands clean of them. Happy to stay in Texas working on that ranch and drinking yourself stupid at night. That's what you chose, Drake.’

Drake shook his head and raised his hands. ‘I can't take this anymore -’

‘Good,’ Leo interrupted, his voice sharp. ‘Both of you are done. Get out. I won't ask again.’

Drake grabbed his denim jacket and pushed some dollars at Leo. ‘Sorry Leo.’

Leo nodded mutely and took the cash. ‘Sober up, Drake. And you, Maxwell,’ he eyed Maxwell who was downing the last of his pina colada. ‘Don’t talk shit about something you don't know about.’

‘But I do!’ Maxwell protested.

Leo pointed at Drake who was now leaving the bar with his shoulders heavy and head low.

‘You clearly don't.’

[omentranslates]

Owari no Seraph chapter 134 english fan translation

Howdy hi howdy hey vampy fans I am back and this is 80 years late but I'm doing it anyways. You've probably all read the official, but please check it out anyways if you haven't and thanks for reading!

Shinoa's all-out assault extends to the First...

Shinoa: AHAHAHAHHAHA!!

Shikama: O, Darkness! Put some distance between-...

Shinoa: Gekkouin.

Shinoa: Shooting Star.

Shikama: You're a monster.

Shinoa: One that you created.

Shikama: Yuu, Yuu! Hurry, you need to get to where I am.

Shinoa: I'll look over your memories for you now.

Shinoa: I'm going to see every piece of your plan, and I'm going to take all of your power for my own.

Chapter 134: Merry-Go-Round of Life＊

Ferid Narration: I wish I could stop existing. I want to kill myself. I wish I was never born in the first place. I can't keep it contained. This desire to just destroy everything, it's going to overflow. I'm going to go crazy with it.

Ferid Bathory, age 16

Ferid: Ahhh....maybe I'll seriously just explode about it.

Ferid Brother: So, you ran off here again. Do you ever do anything but read?

Ferid: Oh, Nii-sama! Or should I have started calling you 'Your Majesty' by now?

FBro: YOU can call me whatever you want.

Ferid: Alright then, Onii-sama

FBro: Get off

Ferid: Whatttt

FBro: Listen, Ferid, the situation our territory is in has changed so drastically since our Father the King and our mother died suddenly in that accident. The country's fate rests entirely on our still young shoulders.

FBro: So it'd just be really nice if you could pick yourself up and take some of the responsibillity-...

Ferid: No wayyy...you're the great hero I'm good where I am

FBro: Not so fast, you're the smart one out of us. You're also in the good favor of many, if you hadn't come to my rescue a separate faction would've split off. It would've been the end of this country.

Ferid: ...that's not true at all. Nii-sama is the more well-liked one.

FBro: But this is our moment, our golden era. If you'd stand at my side, we could have this entire continent that even Father could never conquer.

Ferid: Wowwww!

Fbro: Would you stop playing the peanut gallery? If you'd, no-we have to do it together.

Ferid: I don't really care to, though.

FBro: Seriously?

Ferid: Wealth and power and the crown, these things have no allure to me. Maybe I'll understand when I'm older, but I don't really get what there is to even be alive for.

Ferid: So, y'know. I mean, if you order me around I'll be right at your service, but.

FBro: Geez, you still haven't changed. But it's exactly your lack of greed that makes you easy to trust.

Fbro: Pledge your support to me as my younger brother. We'll make this world in our image.

Ferid: Whatever you say, let's do it.

Fbro: What the hell are you reading, by the way?

Ferid: Ohhh, this?

Ferid: It's about the concept of reincarnation, I guess.

Fbro: Is about what??

Ferid: Yeah, being reborn. It's about like, what humans are born for and what there is for us after we die. This book's answer is a cycle of death and rebirth.

Fbro: I don't get it

Ferid: Well, according to this text, everything in the world just goes round and round, and that includes our souls. We just endlessly repeat life and death.

Ferid Narration: To come right back to life in the exact same monotonous fucking world.

Fbro: I didn't think there was anything after death. That's why people are always interrogating how you live and how you die.

Ferid: I'll be glad if you're right

Fbro: You will???

Fbro: Oh, I get it now...you're trying to figure out where our parents went after they died, that's what you want to know?

Ferid Narration: Said as if it wasn't me who killed them～

Fbro: You're a good kid, you've got our mother's kindness.

Fbro: Why....

Ferid: Why what?

Fbro: You....betrayed me....

Ferid: I don't even know you

Ferid: So? How is it? You get reincarnated yet?

Ferid: See it'd really be a problem for me if I were reborn. Ending up in the same tedium again even if I manage to die, I really can't have that happening. It's so fearsome, I've gotta think my own death out real well.

Servant: Your Majesty! Your Majesty.....

Servant: WH...Ferid-sama!? HOW COULD YOU???

Ferid: Oh, hey! My brother's personal cabinet, I've got something to ask you actually.

Servant: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THIS COUNTRY NOW!?

Ferid: Just listen.

Ferid: The author of this text on reincarnation, I wanna invade the far off country where they live.

Servant: What are you-

Ferid: I said shut up already, you don't have anything to worry about anyways

Ferid: The political trouble we've been having just ended, you'll all join up with the entourage around. If anyone causes you problems, you can just kill them. Be as unreasonable as you want

Servant: I....wait-...

Ferid: The most important thing is that I nip this reincarnation deal in the bud. I don't ever wanna see this stupid fucking world or anywhere like it ever again, I'll make sure that everything is....

Crowley: So, what are you looking at this time? Ferid-kun?

Ferid: Hmm....

Ferid: I'm figuring out next in line

Crowley: Next in line for what?

Ferid: Next in line for the end.

Ferid: Hey so Crowley-kun, how many years has it been since we met again?

Crowley: That's rather sudden, I'd have to think. If I even remember. It's been a long, LONG while.

Ferid: Oh yeah? We've lived quite a long time. You too stupid to keep track of it all?

Crowley: What the fuck, man? It's your fault I'm even a vampire in case you forgot.

Ferid: Was that me?

Crowley: Yeah, it was.

Ferid: Wow, I see! Well, you said you wanted to live longer no matter what so I...

Crowley: I did not ask for this.

Ferid: Why'd you end up as a vampire then?

Crowley: That's what I've been asking YOU, you literally forced me.

Ferid: I don't remember doing that

Crowley: Sure you don't.

Ferid: Really, I really don't!

Crowley: Are you kidding me? We've probably been together for a thousand years by now and I haven't gotten a single answer out of you.

Ferid: That's really sucky of me, I feel like a lot's happened between us in that millennia.

Crowley: Are you really implying you don't remember any of it?

Ferid: Do you?

Crowley: I mean, some of it at least.

Ferid: Are they good memories?

Crowley: ....you really don't know?

Ferid: Well, to tell you the honest truth...my special ability is that I've got an eidetic memory for every single thing, no matter how taxing to recall.

Crowley: Huh, first I'm hearing of it. Is that a lie too?

Ferid: Well, who can say for sure

Ferid: By the way...those two servants of yours, Chess and Horn. Do you remember when you last saw them?

Crowley: Would you have happened to kill them?

Ferid: ....

Crowley: And it's finally the day you'll kill me as well?

Ferid: ...

Crowley: Hold up, if this is seriously it then you spent the entire time from beginning to end without explaining a single thing.

Ferid: Well

Ferid: The time we spent together was unexpectedly fun, Crowley-kun.

Crowley: ...Ha haha. What the hell, that's all I get?

Ferid: You can fight back, I am stronger though.

Crowley: Ferid-kun

Ferid: Hm?

Crowley: This long journey with you

Ferid: Yeah?

Crowley: It wasn't that bad at all.

Ferid: That so, glad to hear it

Ferid: My 440th kill.

Ferid: Well then, let's make our way to the front, Crowley-kun. Right to the end oft he world.

Ferid, the prince shrouded in mystery, has finally entered the battlefield.

*Refer to the official for the chapter title I have no idea what they decided to make it but rondo isn't really a common word so I took some Artistic LiberitesTM and interpreted it as 輪舞 (dancing in a circle), bc it shares kanji with 輪廻 (samsara/reincarnation) which the chapter is about. Although I believe both these and the more basic definition you get just searching ロンド refer to the same thing, a type of music. I guess you dance 輪舞 to ロンド idk I'm not gonna pretend to have any formal knowledge abt that kind of thing skjsdk to that end, though, you may have noticed that my interpreted title is in reference to a certain song

[jmagnabo92]

911 - 8x2 Live Reaction

Under the cut so people dont get spoiled.

There was a part of me hoping to pick up where Gerard hits the ground.

"He doesn't like men." - "Wonder where he gets that."

"Then, don't look down."

Why would he fire him then kill him? Killing first is easier.

Wonder what Gerard thinks of these two working on him. Like he keeps hating on them, so why should they help him.

Buck's like "did I save him? IDK" - aw Buck.

Hen gets to be acting captain. A dance party. LMAO. Fitting.

Buck is just so confused. Poor Buck.

More flashbacks?? I don't really need to see this funeral. The actress is good though.

This DUDE! OMG - what the fuck?

You want her blessing????

Flying into the bees - HOLY SHIT.

OH shit, she's going to get the bees inside the plane.

The way Josh looked at Maddie.

So they're just going to let the plane fly around and around.

"You, you'll still be here" - Bobby LOOKS TERRIFIED.

At least she's admitting to being scared.

Buck's the only one that cares - aww guilt. Everyone else is just happy he's gone.

OMG their faces when Maddie says Athena's on the plane.

Can you imagine Bobby getting that VM?

"That's Not a great plan."

This guy is not the most assuring - ... you should be fine.

Bobby's face at this dude.

Aw Buck's the one to call Bobby!!!

Athena - WHICH THE HELL ONE IS THAT!

Oh, this kid is going to help :)

LOL "We need ED meds"

"You two - really coming through!"

Wooohoo - go Hen and this girl and the couple.

"What's the blanket for?" "Modesty". RIghttttt.

Slicing a sausage? Yuck.

Aww poor kiddo.

The moment of everything's great (cause the crazy saves worked) and then BOOM things get crazy again.

These agents are such fuckers.

Maynard such faith in Athena...

Ohhh this kid is 10 and going to help land a plane. WOW.

The outside plane shots don't seem to show holes?

ATC is like me "Is this a kid?" - Seriously.

Buck going to find Bobby because he needs to know! He's the only one to think of Bobby??

Bobby looks like he's in SO MUCH Pain.

Bobby's putting the pieces together just as Buck yells for him!

Also, Bobby is just like "Alright, we're taking that!" (for the 119 Truck)

"Seriously??"

Like Father like son (kind of)!

Everyone cheering for the copilot.

A heart Attack!!!

SERIOUSLY??? God, come on! That's the end.

It was pretty good, but damn, this watching week by week is killing me.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

One scene that I LOVE and don't have much explanation for is the one where Yamato is sleeping and wakes up to Kakashi's gaze. Kakashi looks at him and settles down to sleep. I love that scene and even though it's not canon it gives me material to continue shipping them

Also look at him he's so cuteee♡♡

Ohhh that's such a good scene. I love how soft Kakashi is, but also how he turns away once Tenzo looks his way. Can't be caught being EMOTIONAL.

Things are going to get more difficult, it doesn't take a genius to realize that.

War has been declared, the Jinchuriki were being hunted, and everyone was preparing for the absolute worst. For the second time in his life Kakashi was preparing to fight in a war that he wanted nothing to do with and there was only one thing on his mind.

What would happen to his precious people?

The life of a shinobi was demanding and there was always a risk that someone wouldn't make it home, but with was that risk increased ten fold. during the last war he'd been a kid and when he did take missions they were the kind that involved espianage and battles against small groups of people. This time he'd be part of an army.

In fact, he'd be leading the arm.

When it was just him, Obito and Rin he'd barly managed to leave them to victory and Obito had lost his life along the way. He'd only had two lives in his hands back then, and one of them had perished.

that was a fifty percent rate of failure.

Now there were going to be hundreds under his command.

Hundreds of shinobi looking toward him for guidance. Shinobi who were trust him to get them out of this war alive, when he'd failed to save his own teammate.

What if he failed again?

What if this time he lost more than just a teammate.

His eyes drifted to the side, focusing on Tenzo huddled up in his corner of the room with his blanket wrapped tightly around his body and his eyes shut tight willing sleep to overtake him. He wasn't asleep, though. Kakashi could tell that much from the way his shoulders tensed every five seconds, and how his eyes scrunched up with annoyance.

They were going into war, and there was no guarantee they'd all make it out alive.

What if this time it was Tenzo who'd grave he stood in front of when everything was said and done. What if they failed to protect Naruto from the Akatsuki, or Sakura died trying to heal shinobi in the field, or Gai was taken out by an enemy. When he was a kid he'd tried so hard to close his heart and protect himself from any further loses after his father's death. He hadn't succeed very well, but he'd tried.

Now, though, his heart was open. Welcoming to any and all bonds that he could get his greedy, desperate hands on.

He'd made so many friends over the years and their lives were always in danger, but war meant that he could lose them at any moment.

What would he do if the day came when the war ended and he was the only one left standing? Would he survive having to bury Tenzo? Would he be alright saying goodbye to the student's he'd grown to love?

Seeing his friends eyes opening, he continued to stare. It only took a second for Tenzo to glance their way, and as soon as their eyes locked onto each other the answer came to him.

None of them would die.

It didn't matter what he had to do to protect them, he would do it.

This time there would be no funeral. No grave for him to apologize to for his failures.

Even if it cost him his own life, he would protect his precious people.

Grabbing the edge of his blanket he turned away from Tenzo and yanked the blanket over his head, hiding himself away from the rest of the world.

When morning came he'd have to act like a leader again, and he would play that role just as he always had. he'd plan and organize and protect just as he had always tried his best to do.

This time, though, he wouldn't come out a failure. this time, he promised himself, everyone would live.

[leaveharmony]

No it’s definitely there. Whether like, The Normies would pick up on it I don’t know, but again, I’ve always thought “They could not have cast Jarod as female without addressing this” because weighted with ~traditional gender roles~ the dynamic that already exists between them would be flat out weird if it wasn’t romantic, unless they were specifically both ace. And then it would have been a whole other thing because once it’s overt you inevitably have to run through ohhh but is he a ~predator~ though etc., it would push people’s buttons a whole other way if it was a weird old man with sores on his face and a poor misguided lonely little goth girl who is of course being led astray by this awful evil man and has no agency of her own.

Personally I think it’s telling that Martha’s first impulse was to ominously pick up the phone though? I mean is there a man she has never before met in her son’s bedroom? Yes, but her son clearly knows him, he’s not being threatening in any way, so what about this situation is striking her as something that might require immediate police involvement? Jarod’s lying about something and it smells kind of funny, but those are waaaay back secondary to ‘There is a middle aged man hiding in my son’s room and they are on familiar terms.’ Again, flip the gender here and tell me that wasn’t why she picked the phone up or where her mind immediately went.

But I wish we’d lingered just a second before Martha got home, cos when Jarod straightens up with “Is it because I’m just an employee?” and Stan just goes “What?!” there’s something in his face like gears are turning and I think he would have twigged to it, because I don’t think he had yet. I really don’t think he had, maybe neither of them had, but they were getting there in that moment. That they could communicate fairly well while tiptoeing around what was actually being said (the urn scene) doesn’t mean they can do it perfectly or that navigating a much more emotionally weighted conversation would have been possible without somebody saying something outright. Like to me in his face there he’s thinking “Jesus christ are we having a domestic, is this our first fight, how could we be having a domestic if we aren’t — Oh fuck” but he never gets to the Oh fuck part because his train of thought gets derailed.

But after that we see Jarod’s most devoted moment, outright refusing what was essentially an out when Stan gives him one. And I’ve always believed that a considerable factor in Stan killing Fairchild himself was at least partially so Jarod wouldn’t have to, because he was hesitating, because his mother was right there and he clearly has an alright relationship with her that blowing the head off a cop might spoil somewhat. Which may also be part of why she doesn’t ultimately call the cops. She picks up on it, Stan repeatedly trying to protect him from the consequences of whatever the fuck is going on. Like a man with a temper like Stan has who has just had his whole life upended bc of this kid might be a little cross, but Stan just looks understanding when he turns to Jarod, when we’re fading out. Resigned, like ‘Welp, let’s get to business then.’

I’m glad you brought up the AIDS thing though, because it is a bit of a curious detail. Only other reason I can think it would be there is to sort of drive home that the whole family are kinda douchebags, so don’t feel too sorry for them. This is a shade off topic but I remember, in the novelization of Bride of Re-Animator (I think it was Bride anyway, may have been the first one) there’s a sort of similar reference involving Herbert and Dan, which didn’t make it into the film. Again, a relationship often read as queer even though it’s never overtly filmed that way.

@exdeputysonso

I love that the first thing Stanley says when Jarod tells him what happened is "Who," not "Why"

Like the protectiveness arguably begins earlier than that when he keeps Fairchild from going in to question Jarod, which could be Stanley just keeping Jarod from forming any association between himself and Lindsey's disappearance...

But like. The chances, when this kid shows up on his doorstep bruised and bloody, that this extremely alienated man would have the first idea who the guys who attacked him were even if he knew their names is basically zero. And his first impulse is still to ask who hurt Jarod, in a very loaded sort of way (which Jarod entirely misses, as distracted as he is). Even before Stan understands why (and that it's sort of indirectly his fault on account of he's responsible for Lindsey being missing), he's already thinking, I am absolutely about to fuck somebody up, I just need a name.

And again, unprompted at least on-screen, the next thing you see from this extremely alienated man is the kid asleep on his couch, using one of the pillows from his own bed (matching pillowcases) and being provided with his own clothes. This guy, who does not deal convivially with anyone else in the film.

(with the possible exception of Martha, which is probably half because she's Jarod's mother and half because they're, yunno, trying to get a body out of the closet without making her suspicious.)

(*pause* Out of the...no, too easy)

A+ choice to call the dickhead 'Valentine' though, like...idk, maybe it wasn't as intended as a 'we are all looking for our fathers' type picture as I initially thought.

[cherry-stained-blood]

Can I request for Daki with an s/o who spoils her (buys her anything she likes) and just showers her with love and praise?

a little too much

Synopsis: As Daki’s partner, it’s your job to make sure she feels loved and cared for, especially when it comes to gift giving

Pairing: Daki x GN!reader (they/them pronouns)

A/N: Wowowowowo It’s about time ya boy writes something for demon slayer again. Thanks for requesting with Daki! She’s an interesting character to write for, so I hope I did alright with this! Tbh this can be read as platonic or romantic, take it as you will

TW: None that I can think of rn

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I would like to clarify that Daki CRAVES attention

She’s the type of girl that wants to be held and cared for at any moment. Not that it’s bad, but she just really likes being the center of attention

So you being the wonderful partner you are, you’d get Daki whatever she wants when she feels like it

And of course she appreciates everything you get for her. While she can be a bit of a brat, Daki knows when to be grateful for something

She’ll literally vibrate with excitement if you get her something as small as a bouquet of flowers

“Awwww these are so CUTE!! I love them so much!!!”

“They’re just flowers they’re not that big of a deal—“

If you’re a human, she’s be more fascinated with the gifts that she can’t normally get as a demon

Fancy kimonos, flower hair clips, or even ribbons, she’ll love all of them so much. Daki would cherish them even more because they’d bring her a strange sense of comfort too

Also by the way, every now and then she’ll go out shopping with you disguised as a human, and she’ll just get so giddy and excited

Daki is not like this with any other person except for you, she’s practically jumping with excitement at this point it’s insane

Honestly it’s quite endearing, to see such an intimidating person, just be herself around you

It’s a very heartwarming feeling

If you’re a demon you just end up stealing most of the human made items and just end up giving them to her

But even then most of your gifts for Daki would be handmade, and she’d appreciate them regardless

Shopping trips with Daki can wear you out so much

She always gets a lot of stuff, but she knows to appreciate them. You are spending a lot of your salary on her after all, she likes that

Besides, she just also likes to spend time with you too

Even if she’s constantly milking your wallet, but hey, who can blame her?

—

“Wait wait wait Y/N! Come here! This dress is SOO cute!!!”

“Hang on I’m coming! God you can be very hyper—“

The day has been rather hectic and busy for you. Taking out Daki on a lovely shopping spree was supposed to be a nice little activity, but it quickly turned into a hyperactive sugar rush, as the demon girl was jumping from store to store, eager to check things out.

Honestly, it was quite difficult keeping up with her. That girl had so much energy, it was practically wearing you out! But seeing that charming smile on her face every time she saw something as cute as a bracelet only made your heart melt.

Hence, why you had to keep moving forward for her.

“Wow… that dress is pretty. I think you’d look great it red,” you commented thoughtfully, imagining how Daki would look with that shade of scarlet red on her. She could only smile excitedly in return.

“I know right!? Ohhh can you get it, please please please pleaseeee? I promise this’ll be the last thing I ask for!!”

Normally, you would’ve said no, since your wallet was already crying from being used so much, but you couldn’t say no to those adorable eyes. “Ah— Alright fine, only because I love you so much.”

“YAY!! Awwwww thank you thank you thank you!! You’re the best, Y/N!!!”

There was something about her rather energetic state that just made you feel happy. You know that Daki doesn’t always get the chance to act like a kid again, and you wanna make sure you’re there to witness those moments where she’s truly happy.

Because honestly, who wouldn’t? She’s your ray of sunshine, and seeing that smile just makes you want to bask in it even more.

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[devilishdelights]

Oohhh I’d love to hear your character breakdown for Asmo! 💕

Sexuality Headcanon: Pansexual!

Gender Headcanon: genderfluid!

More under the cut because I rambled big time

A ship I have with said character: granted I feel like with every one of these the first choice is going to be MC, since it is a dating game, but I’m gonna opt out on mentioning MC for now. A classic ship is asmo/solomon, and I don’t imagine it’s healthy for obvious reasons but it is ohhh so interesting. Twisted dynamics. Who’s really the master at play here? Asmo is portrayed as lighthearted and ‘airheaded’, but then he has his serious moments and moments where he threatens to rip out your heart. (A true romantic <3) what I vaguely know about their created pact is Solomon used asmo’s powers to essentially build his reputation up? And a castle, or something. I dunno lol. And then Asmo sent Solomon off somewhere and took over his position until Sol managed to find his way back and put Asmo back in his place.

Ik there’s multiple versions on uh. Biblical lore. Yeah. And I went on a wiki deep dive on these guys at 4 am and that’s what stuck out to me the most about the two.

Some back and forth fuckery, essentially! I dig that. I like it. I imagine they were very snappy yet very flirty with each other at first. Intense. Solomon was more demanding. But then, years and years go by, to where we are canonically in the obey me universe, and they’re relatively chill with each other. Still flirty, but lighthearted. They’ve been around each other for so long, there’s a twisted trust in that. Asmo knows of Solomon’s ultimate goals, and Sol knows that Asmo knows this, and it’s, whatever. Whatever happens will happen. Asmo is curious to see if Sol will ever get to where he wants to be, and whatever happens after that will be dealt with then. Asmo says “it’s future Asmo’s problem.” I rambled here lol, so these are just unfiltered thoughts bordering on my own headcanon’s of the characters and their stories as opposed to canon.

A BROTP I have with said character: Satan. If these two are together, and you’re one of their brothers, they are fucking Insufferable. I know this. I know it in my soul. They are THEE most annoying siblings ever when they’re together. It’s like their entire life purpose is to annoy the shit out of you. And they won’t even be doing anything. You’re sitting in the same room as them. Satan’s reading his book, Asmo’s doing his nails. They’re not looking at you. But you know. You know. On some spiritual level they’re looking at you and giggling and talking shit. Eventually you leave because, well you just have to. Once you do and you’re out of earshot, they start cackling like a bunch of hyenas. I know it’s a beel and belphie thing to have that mind connection kinda deal, but I think these two have it too. They just know what the other is thinking, and it’s because they just know each other.

Asmo helps Satan with his hair, another hc I like is that Satan’s natural hair is black, so Asmo helps him bleach it blonde and touches up the roots when needed.

Another thing - when Satan was first brought into existence, I like to think Asmo was the only one who didn’t tiptoe around him. “Who’s this kid think he is, talking to me like that?” Asmo stands up for himself and goes against Satan when he’s being a brat. That made Satan feel less like a stranger, and more like a brother, so I imagine they have the closest relationship.

It’s also canon they’re each other’s most trusted, and that’s so sweet. I imagine they both have the biggest soft spots for the other and would drop everything just to make sure the other is alright.

A NOTP I have with said character: the brothers, but as I said with MC I’m gonna opt out on mentioning this because it’s just a given. I don’t ship any of the brothers with each other because they’re brothers. Even if they’re not related by ‘blood,’ they’re still brothers. Maybe I’ll say Asmo/Solomon is a NOTP despite also shipping them, and that’s if I want to go the healthy route and have them both in healthy relationships, because solodeus is not a healthy ship once you get down to what sol’s ultimate goals are.

A random headcanon: Ok, no one likes the sprites, yeah? They leave much to be desired. One complaint i’ve seen a couple people mention about Asmo’s sprite is his bug-eyed expressions. And… I like it. He looks like a freak. so I hc that he has a slightly unnerving appearance, there’s something in his eyes that’s unhinged, yet you can’t help but be attracted. (He’s a freak!! I love him)

Another hc is that he experiences bloodlust as much as sexual/romantic lust. Ripping hearts out is fun! He’s so cute when he’s covered in blood, don’t you just want to take a picture? Again, he’s soooo unhinged. I love it. Also can imagine Asmo indulging in Satan’s murderous tendencies the most out of everyone, which is another factor in why they’re so close.

General Opinion over said character: he’s so sweet ultimately :( biggest sweetheart ever. He was the first character i was really into, he was just too cute and flirty, and someone that’d be easy to banter and flirt back with. When we were at the retreat in dia’s castle, after we formed a pact with asmo, And when he was just observing us, and every detail of us back in our shared room? hello. 😵‍💫. Some intricate rituals happening rn. I think he’d give the softest hugs too.

[hannie-dul-set]

“i'll take your word for it and no one else's.” [lee jeno]

SUMMARY | maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it. PAIRING | lee jeno x reader GENRE | friends to something, fluff, lots of bickering JHDFJ WARNINGS | swearing, invasion of privacy (LMAO idk) WORD COUNT | 2.1k TAGLIST | @danishmiilk​ @lucyinthesunshinee​ @sehunniepot​ @nct-writers​ @czennienet​ @neowritingsnet​

a/n: i didn’t think i’d turn another one of my dreams into a fic, but here we are HAHHAHA i tweaked a few bits and pieces to make it work (setting + added some dialogue + changed the ending because i WOKE UP before it could finish hmph) but please enjoy this unscheduled fic!! <3

early summer afternoons were warm.

bright rays of the sun were showering on your skin as you lounged on the park bench, hot enough to make you feel the season but not too hot to singe your skin. it was the perfect weather to waste the day outside, and your younger brother and cousin decided to haul you outside so they can play basketball at the park.

but you didn't know why your friend jeno decided to come along.

"your brother messaged me," he grinned at you, plopping down beside you with a long, refreshed sigh. a towel was slung around his neck and he used it to wipe the sweat on his face. "what? why are you staring at me like that?"

"since when were you close with my brother?"

"am i not allowed to be friends with the little guy?" he joked, but apparently he took the unamused look on your face completely the wrong way. "oh my god, are you afraid that he'll take all my attention away from you?" to further tease, he brought his smug face closer to yours that was dumbfounded in shock, his stupidly irritating smile moving in closer.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

but you loved him nonetheless.

"like hell i want your attention," you sneered, lightly shoving him away with a glare. he only laughed at your display of annoyance. "go back to playing with the kids or something, you goof."

the never leaving grin in his face seemed brighter against the sun, and he playfully ruffled your hair before running off to disappear into the court.

"as you wish, m'lady."

you let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes as your cheeks were involuntary tugged upwards, prompting a smile to form on your lips. you brought your hands to your hair, fixing the mess that jeno left with, and your gaze landed on the phone he left beside you. the screen flashed on. someone was calling him.

brows knitted together, you picked up the ringing phone, unable to recognize the caller id. you brought the device to your ear, standing up walking towards the court— you figured that you'd just answer whoever that was now and just pass it on to jeno once he was at reach.

"hello?"

"oh, hello there!" there was a pause from the caller "is lee jeno around, miss? would you mind giving the phone to him?"

the voice was that of a middle aged woman's, but it wasn't someone that you recognized. you assumed it was a relative of his or something because you'd know that this was his mom if it were her. "ah, give me a moment! i'll just look for him."

your feet stopped at the edge of the court, the sound of a ball bouncing into the concrete jarring against your ears. not bothering to look at the scene in front if you, you covered the mic with your hand before deciding to shout.

"jeno! someone's calling you!"

there was no usual prompt answer from your friend.

"he's not here!"

the loud voice of your brother answered instead, causing you to narrow your eyes into the court scene with a tinge of confusion masking your expression. there was indeed no mop of blue hair within the area, and you were only confused even further.

"where did he— aish, nevermind."

scratching your head, you swiveled your heels and decided to just head back to the bench. "hi, sorry. i'm not sure where he is right now. so if it's fine with you, can you call him again later? or maybe i could just tell him to call you back when he returns?"

"oh, then can you just relay this to him? it won't take that long, i promise."

you inwardly sighed, but agreed nevertheless. oh, you were definitely gonna ask him to treat you and the kids dinner later. why the fuck did he just disappear like that? now you were responsible for memorizing whatever this woman was telling you (apparently it was about an architecture summer program he was interested in— the lady was a head from his department and she was just calling to tell him that he was accepted. she says she'll be forwarding more details later through text).

"alright, thank you! i'll be sure to inform him when he gets back."

the call ended, and you groaned. you were about to close the phone, but then all of a sudden a notification appeared with a quiet ding!

[haechan 🌟 liked your retweet.]

ding!

[ohhh shit why do i feel like i know who this is.]

"huh."

you knew that you shouldn't be snooping inside your friend's phone. you knew that you shouldn't be invading his privacy no matter how enticingly juicy the bait was. you knew that it was flat out wrong. but—

"ah, just a peek," you clicked on the notification. "payback for making me deal with his stuff."

a hint of excitement rushed through you. jeno never told you his twitter. actually, you didn't even know he had one. he was always buried with studies, sports, and friends so you didn't expect him to keep up with social media— this fact enough was surprising, but the moment the screen finally loaded the tweet

you were even more surprised than you were a few seconds ago.

[@markly tweeted: "it's kind of funny how sometimes we just meet random people at the most random of moments and you don't expect it but they just end up sticking by your side until now"]

[@leejeno quoted: "yeah. a few years back, i saw this girl while i was walking. it wasn't the usual path that i took to school. i saw her having trouble crossing the street because there was a dog hanging around (she's scared of them) so i decided to help her. she couldn't even look at my face back then out of embarrassment but earlier we were calling until four in the morning. if i took a different path that day or if i didn't help her, i don't know how i'd be like right now because she's become one of the most important people in my life."]

your heart skipped a beat. two beats. three. it was running a mile a minute and you could barely even breathe to catch up.

[@do0 replied: how are you two right now?]

[@leejeno replied: "we're good haha. i'm going with her and her brother to the park later. we're still really good friends.]

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"hey, sorry for running off there. i went to get some— whoa. whats up?"

oh my fucking god.

you shot up, eyes wide, and you automatically turned off the phone. broken stutters left your lips, as the leaping of your heart to your throat prevented you from saying even a semblance of a coherent sentence. all you could think of when you met his worried gaze, the way he rushed to your side to check on you, was the last thing you read. your grip on his phone tightened.

but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there

you were gonna fucking lose it.

"hey, are you okay?"

quick, gentle hands landed on your cheeks, fingers brushing against your skin like a match igniting a flame. you nearly got lost and tongue-tied all over again, but you quickly slapped his hands away in a scolding fit. "jesus christ, i'm fine. you just surprised me. are you a ghost or something?" you glared at jeno, but it only lasted one second because you couldn't bear to look at him without your insides going crazy. because of that, your eyes flicked to the plastic bag he dropped onto the bench. he brought you something to eat.

"a-and before you ask—" you defended yourself indignantly when he didn't even accuse you of anything. "i wasn't snooping. the school called. it was about your summer program. you got in."

"oh? they called already?" you nodded. "ah, let's talk while walking— the kids are mad because i only got you food. they're asking me to buy the entire store for them to compensate," he released an airy laugh. you mentally scolded yourself.

keep it cool. you repeated the mantra inside your head as you strided beside jeno, your brother and cousin racing ahead of you. street lights were lighting up and the sky was fading into the night. cool cool cool cool cool. keep it cool.

the walk to the store felt way too gruelling than it normally would. it wasn't even that far. you told jeno everything the lady had told you, including the more detailed texts that she'd be sending later on. you thought that he'd be a lot more excited after hearing— he was interested, after all. but to you, he just seemed dismissive. "should i go?" he mindlessly asked.

"what are you talking about?" your brows furrowed. "yeah, of course. you wanted to, right?"

"but it's gonna last an entire month this summer," he yawed, stretching out his arms and hooking you by the neck, causing you to halt and stumble into him. you held back a squeak, and he looked at you, eyes gleaming with curious anticipation. a car sped by. "you still want me to go?"

those damned words that you read echoed inside your head again. you wondered if it resonated into the fucking nerves of your heart, as well.

"i—i mean," you stammered. "it's only one month. and it would also help you a lot in the future, right? you'd make a lot of connections during the camp. so yeah, i do want you to go."

he blinked at you. a hum sounded from his closed lips. he let go of you and resumed walking. you gaped when he left you behind.

was this karma?

"hey, what the hell?" quickly, you caught up to him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt so that you could hang on to him. "why are you being sulky? i didn't do anything wrong!" technically you did do something wrong, but he didn't have to know that.

"you said you wanted me to go."

"you're a baby," you scrunched your nose is disapproval. "i only said that because you said you wanted to go."

jeno abruptly stopped. maybe you were causing a scene in front of all the passersby, but you really didn't give a fuck anymore when your head was in a looped up mess. all thanks to your extremely difficult friend who apparently doesn't want to just be your friend. you swore that he was driving you insane on purpose.

he pulled out his phone and faced the screen to you. your sweat dropped.

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"even after reading this," he started. "you still want me to go?"

"w-well."

he just had to be so fucking sharp. well, you weren't exactly slick either. maybe he saw a glimpse of the screen before you got to turn it off earlier. heat started to rise from your neck into your face, a grinding mixture of embarrassment and desire to be hit by a moving truck afflicting your nerves. why were you the one suffering? shouldn't it be him?

"no."

he hummed, turning off his phone and shoving the device into his pocket. arms crossed, he leaned in to your face, bearing a look of feigned innocence. "but you said i'd make a lot of useful connections."

"you can make those anywhere."

"and it's only a month, right?"

"that's thirty days too long."

"and—"

"oh, come on!" you exclaimed, balling your fists in vexation. another car sped by with an accompanied honk. jeno simply wore a look of faint amusement at your little outburst. "i don't want you to join your stupid summer program. happy now?"

"well, if you say so."

you stared at him. he patted your head, eyes disappearing into a pair of crescents with a smile.

"i'll take your word for it and no one else's."

you were left frozen and dumbfounded in the middle of the sidewalk as jeno brazenly spun his heels to chase after the runaway kids that went before you— literally leaving you behind. letting a curse slip past your breath, you also went after them. he was definitely driving you insane on purpose.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

this was one of those times.

"you said you weren't gonna go, you asshole!"

"payback for snooping through my phone!"

but you could still love him nonetheless.

© hannie-dul-set, 2020.

[sugiwa]

small dreams

It took one 27 second long video for Keigo to fall in love

The video looped through every news cycle, and each reaction varied from outright derision to almost mythical awe emerging. On YouTube, it was viral in fifty-three different countries and Starburst—a name derived from a candy company that the pro-hero was fond of—jokingly tweeted that she was more famous than All-Might.

And she might have been thanks to the reporter that not only caught her decking the father of a girl she just saved but also recorded the subsequent twenty-seven seconds it took for three police officers to pull her off him and pull her away. The peace sign Y/N threw up as the police led her into a car probably didn’t help, nor did the live stream of her twenty-four hours in a holding cell while they investigated her claim of the man’s abuse and finally released her.

Though there were news outlets that tried to pin Starburst down as a hero on the edge of villainy, her public reputation hadn’t taken any damage. It was hard, after all, to claim that she did the wrong thing when they heard the girl’s testimony and pulled her medical records. But, Starburst—or L/N Y/N—still faced punishment from the Hero Public Safety Commission despite all this.

Attacking an unarmed civilian was apparently a big no-no—even if he was an abusive asshole. She was spared having her license revoked until she retested the simple principle that she had refrained from using her quirk. Her sentence was lessened to a month-long suspension with a strict patrol schedule in some city near Tokyo.

Y/N could work with it. She could put up with the Commission’s inane chatter for the sake of her job, but she drew the line at issuing an apology. It took three hours to wiggle her way out of a press conference to address the event. By the time her meeting with the Commission and sentencing was done, Y/N retweeted the initial video with the caption: Totally worth it.

Keigo was slightly in love with Starburst. Maybe it was the way she strolled into the Hero Public Safety Commission building fresh out of handcuffs and bluntly told them that she wasn’t apologizing and would rather become a vigilante than listen to ten more minutes of them debating the future of her career.

Or maybe it was the video which he’d seen a hundred times over, where she looked like a hero. The kind he’d always dreamed of as a kid, the kind who swooped in and beat the bad guy and then offered you stickers and candy and told you everything would be alright because it was exactly what she’d done for that little girl.

Either way, L/N Y/N was a hero who deserved a little rest, which was why he was currently tailing her patrol route and taking care of the problems before she could move. Her quirk was right out of a comic book too. The golden energy that left her capable of issuing an instant KO.

“Will you leave me alone?” she snapped, finally turning around to glare at him. She had a warm face, not made for anger which was probably why the glare fell away a moment later, replaced by a smile. “I appreciate the help, but I’m not offering any fanservice in exchange.”

“Who said I was a fan?” His wings flapped, feathers flying back toward him.

“You regularly stalk girls mid-air? That sort of thing does not fly with me.” Y/N laughed, nose scrunching at her own joke. “Get it…cause we both fly….”

He smiled innocently, “Thought of that all on your own?”

Y/N groaned, twisting her earring, “Just because I didn’t go to a fancy-ass hero school like Wet Jeanist and Flameo Hotman doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”

Slight insulted by the nickname she gave his favorite hero, he asked, “Flameo Hotman? You mean Endeavor-san?”

“Ohhh, that’s a man-crush voice.” Her eyes tightened with mischief, “I’m gonna have to dip since I got a hot date with my credit card. See you later, Chicken Little.”

He watched her go in slight awe because Y/N really was as crazy as the stories said. Starburst was a hero that had a bit of a cult following. She wasn’t high enough in the rankings to be wildly popular the way he was—up until she went viral, that was. A graduate of Ketsubutsu who went on to attend college before actually becoming a hero, she was on a watch list with the Hero Public Safety Commission.

Apparently, non-conformity was an issue…who knew.

A rain of confetti fell over Keigo’s head, brightly colored and all covered in specks of glitter. He inhaled deeply, turning to see Starburst’s grinning face as she eagerly clapped. Endeavor, like always whenever he was forced to be in Starburst’s proximity, turned around and stalked down the hall. Her confetti burned in his wake. Y/N’s voice followed him, offering an empty congratulations to the hero.

“How’s my precious senpai doing?” she asked, turning her attention to him.

“You really know how to annoy him, huh?” asked Keigo staring at the empty hall. If you gave Y/N too much attention, she ran with it. “What’s the deal?”

Y/N shrugged, rolling her shoulders confidently, “Some people are not equipped to handle true talent.”

“Yeah, right,” snorted Keigo.

“I may or may not have drunkenly confessed that I had no idea who he was to a bunch of reporters during last week.” Y/N made a rude gesture with her hand. “I mean, if you’re not Number One, then do you really matter?”

“Harsh,” he ruffled his wings, freeing the last of her glitter confetti and letting it rain on the ground. “You all good with the Commission now?”

“All thanks to you! I owe you one, you know that?”

“Nah,” Keigo waved her off, resisting the urge to laugh as she made her bright eyes as wide as possible. “It was pretty brave of you. Plus, I think anyone would have done the same thing.”

Three months out of trouble, Y/N once again made headlines for ‘accidentally’ dropping a child trafficker off a building. She caught him before he hit the ground, but apparently, the authorities deemed the emotional damage a little extreme.

“They probably would have been a bit smarter about it, though.”

“Well, don’t worry, no one expects you to be the brains.”

Y/N pouted. “True.”

Keigo laughed. “What are you doing here anyway? You’re not in the top ten.”

“Is bullying the new rage these days?” Her pout grew, arms crossing over her chest, “Everyone’s got something snippy to say to me. Where’s Rumi when I need her?”

“Gonna hide behind her?”

“Fuck yeah.” Y/N nodded emphatically as she reached into her pocket for a pack of gum. She offered him a piece. “Let’s see how your chicken wings stand against her legs.”

Keigo looked at the gum and then her. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, “Wanna get something to eat?”

Her smile looked like the sun, “Thought you’d never ask.”

“So, what’s the deal with you and Dragonbreath?” asked Y/N, sprawling across his couch. It was the third time this week she was here. He should tell her to leave, but the words die in his throat in his mouth every time he tried.

There’s too much risk. Dabi’s listening in on everything he does these days, and he doesn’t want her anywhere near them. Not when he’s aware of what they’re planning. Not when he knows how Y/N would react.

She was rough and improper in everything she does, but there’s no one brighter or better when it came to genuine goodness.

Keigo dodged the question with his own. “Endeavor again?”

“Ran into him last week and got yelled at for ten minutes for getting in his way. The guy was in my path, and I’m the one getting yelled at? Next time, I’m drop-kicking him off his skyscraper.” She kicked her leg in the air, reminding him that she was scarcely dressed.

Was this what having a girlfriend like? Constantly jumping between fondness and horniness? He wasn’t complaining.

He heard this threat a million times. “Still mad about the fact that he has one?”

“I’m a simple country girl. I’d be happy with a peach orchard and some chickens.”

“Come here,” he crooked his finger at her. Y/N got up instantly, crossing the room toward the balcony where he stood. Her hands wrapped around his waist, slipping under his shirt, across his skin, over his chest. Too much and too little at the same time.

“You’ll get cold out here,” she murmured. He could sink in the warmth she offered.

“It’s nice seeing the world so still.”

A noise left her throat, wet and worried, “Hawks, whatever it is, whatever they’re making you do, I’ll be here. I promise.”

People joked about Y/N being dumb—he did it too often to count, but she saw more than most people did when it mattered.

“Why’d you become a hero?”

“Saved a cute boy once, and he gave me a kiss,” she said. He’d heard that story before. She offered it in every interview, never expanding on what boy or how she saved him. It was also a glaring lie.

He didn’t push her. He lied about too many things to count.

Keigo took her face between his hands—the urge to kiss that tiny speck by her eyes thrummed through him. It would take a thousand-thousand years for him to forget her face. Y/N turned, her lips skimming his palm, cold and warm at once.

He loved her because she was Y/N. Because in her, he could love himself and not grow cold from it. Because the numbness he’d always known leaked out in place of affection. He loved her boundlessly—above, below, and across—unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.

It was with her that he was Takami Keigo and not the current Number Two.

His hand cupped her neck, fingers tangling in the curls of her hair. Her lips opened under his. A trail of fire burst across his lips, and for a moment, he only knew the sweetness of her mouth. He drank her in, each breath, each hushed sound leaving her throat.

He would do what they asked and make the choices no one else could.

It was worth the world he dreamed of.

[kkeidawrites]

Hello, your latest greta x alucard fic was really cute! Would you be able to write a part 2 cute moment where they get to hold their little one for the first time? 🥺

Here’s part 1 if you want to read it!

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The anguished pain screams went through the East wing of the castle, anyone within close proximity could hear every curse, every yell and a good curse on Alucard’s name.

The blonde dhampir took each blow with a nod scared that if he spoke up, another threat would be sent his way. His pale hand was being gripped by the screaming, currently in labor, head woman of Danesti now-Belmont.

It was late at night when the contractions started and the brown skinned woman didn’t even make it in time to the bathroom when her water broke.

Greta was calm when her water broke, it was Alucard that acted out of character first. He was quick to find someone in the castle to call up the midwife, Sypha; who was already awake dealing with her own toddler, and of course to help a concerned pregnant Greta to help settle her down on their shared bed.

“Adrian please,” she pleads to the skittish dhampir and squeaked when he took her pregnancy dress off and helped change her into a silk nightgown.

“Adrian-”

“The towels-Where are the towels?!” Alucard questions himself as he skirts around the room for the towels. Greta sighs and puts her hand on her stomach.

“Your father is so crazy, I am not even pushing you out yet and he’s ready to catch you himself.” Greta speaks to her protruding belly.

A knock at their bedroom door perks up the two and Alucard dashes over to it and opens it to reveal the midwife, Merdi and Sypha behind her.

“Lord Tepes, we are here to help with-”

“Yes, yes please come inside, she’s already contracting and I’m sure she is close to ready to push-”

“I am not!” Greta chimes in as both women come to her side and begin to set up for the delivery. Alucard is to her right and Greta points a finger at him, scolding him.

“Stop making such fibs about my current condition, I’m the one having the baby here mister.” She snaps playfully with a smirk. Alucard gives her a quick smile and holds her right hand as another contraction strikes her.

Sypha promised to help with cleaning the baby while Merdi would catch the babe and make sure they were breathing when they left the womb.

“Are you feeling alright, Miss Greta?” Merdi asked and Greta winched a bit when a contraction hit.

“I’m contracting but, they are not that bad, honest-ooohhh!” Greta is quick to cup her stomach as a strong contraction hit her again.

“We should get started, you could already be crowning.” Merdi suggests and her and Sypha help her to stand legs up by her stomach and lift her gown up to her hips.

“She’s not crowning yet but, we should wait a couple of minutes to count her contractions and then we can begin pushing.” Merdi says.

In the next hour or so, Greta had started to crown and thus began the screaming torture that has begun the tale.

“Adrian fucking Tepes, when this is over-ohhh!” She squeezed his hand as tight as she could muster as she pushed.

“I am going to find the sharpest, longest, axe I can find and cut off your fucking penis! You bastard!” Greta screams fire in her eyes.

“Please don’t resort to such violence, beloved. I don’t want our child to be fatherless.” Alucard tried to reason but, the sudden yank of his hair is pulled to the point where his face is looking into her angry ones.

She was sweaty, hair stuck to her forehead and teeth grit to the point they would break under pressure.

“I’ll make you dick less for the rest of your life! If you want more children then you better knock up another bitch, because I’m done!” She yells and Alucard nods fearfully.

“Yes, love I hear you. No more, I swear.”

More screams and curses continued for the next three hours until another scream enters the air; the sound of a baby wailing almost immediately ceased the crude language Greta spewed.

“It’s a boy!” Merdi announced and Alucard felt his heart soar in happiness.

“A boy…” he shuddered in pure joy.

Sypha cleaned the small baby boy in the nearby basin and Merdi dabbed a warm damp cloth over Greta’s brow.

However, Greta let out another cry in pain and the three look to see her stomach still large and protruding. Merdi is quick to get back in between her legs and her eyes widened when another head appeared.

“You are having another baby, Miss Greta! You’re already crowning, you must push again!” Merdi commands.

“Fuckkkkk!!!” Greta cursed and begins squeezing her husband’s hand again.

The next couple of hours of cursing, yelling, and a reach for her hammer promising, to smash Alucard’s head in for doing this to her, the second baby came screaming into the world.

The new parents lie on their sides, each cradling an infant as they spoke quietly.

“I cannot believe that they have all this hair on their head. It’s no wonder my chest was hurting like hell for months.” Greta says quietly as she strokes her daughter’s cheek with her thumb.

In the total of 18 hours, Daniel and Elisabetha were born on September 9th, 1478 in the early mid morning of Fall.

“And of course, they have your hair. I’m so jealous.” Alucard chuckles at his wife and kisses her forehead. Sypha and Merdi helped her clean up and changed her into another night gown also wrapping her hair up in a messy bun.

“They’re beautiful. Just like their mother.” Alucard says, slyly. Greta grins at him and adjusts her hold on Elisabetha.

“He looks just like you when you were a baby, it’s uncanny.” Alucard kissed Daniel’s head and the babe coos in his sleep.

“Shall we put them down now? You need your rest, Greta.” He tells her and Greta brings their daughter closer to her bosom.

“Must we? I want to stay with them a bit longer-”

“You need to sleep, you’ve had a long night.” Alucard slowly rises from their bed and placed Daniel in the bassinet by their bed.

Alucard reached his hands out to take their daughter and Greta placed a long kiss on her forehead and handed her over to her husband.

Alucard is careful to put Elisabetha next to her brother in the crib and pulls the small blanket over them. He kisses both their heads then goes back to join his wife in bed.

Pulling her close, Alucard kisses her lips, holding there to show how much he loved her. Pulling away, he hugs her to his chest and Greta sighs tiredly into his chest.

“I love you.” He hears her muffle.

“I love you too, my wife.”

They are quiet for a couple of moments allowing the serene silence to envelope their tired bodies until Alucard clears his throat.

“So, is it true that we wouldn’t have anymore kids after the twins?” He asked and Greta sighs heavily then laughs.

“Damn it Adrian, the twins were just born yesterday and you’re already thinking of having more babies?” She jokes with him.

“With you,” He cups her chin up to look up at him.

“I will have as many as you want.” He tells her and Greta smiles.

“Well…then I think we should wait until the twins are at least two. At least!” She tells the dhampir who laughs.

“Then I shouldn’t have to wait too long then, remember,” his eyes grow dark with lust as he kisses her collarbone.

“I grew up very, very fast.” He whispers.

Their play was short lived as one of the babies began to wail and the new parents smiled at one another.

“Go for it, Papa. You are on baby duty for the next couple of weeks.” Greta tells him with a laugh then rolls out of his arms to get some much needed sleep. Alucard pinches her clothed ass in retaliation.

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I hope you like that I put a little twist on your ask, I followed instructions but just blended some more funny and soft moments in it! Thank you for the ask! Be sure to ask more requests, thank you and be sure to comment, like and share!

[abbynx]

How would the La Squadra family react to you having a crush on the former boss' daughter, Trish Una? An 'everyone lives' AU because I am in denial. This is going to be a long one as a one-shot, so I made it to headcanon form.

TW: Mentions of injuries, blood, and death

Genre: Platonic, Found family

~ Found and raised by Risotto and the entirety of La Squadra, you grew up within the vicinity of the underpaid mafiosi as a remarkable kid who has extensive knowledge about offing someone without leaving evidence. Well, not that you would be doing that, it's just that they thought teaching you some basics might help you if ever the moment comes and you'll find this useful. That, and self-defence too. ~ You were always under the watchful eye of anyone in the La Squadra, so you found yourself being sneaky just so you can escape them at times without being noticed. They were uber protective of you and to be honest, it can be overbearing at times. ~ You get along with all of them, as you were quite the chameleon. You can match with Prosciutto's stern and strict attitude, be as brooding and intimidating as Risotto, have fun and make jokes like Formaggio, etc etc. ~ Everything was alright, of course, but there's the fact that the assassin branch of Passione were being underpaid, I mean come on. The group begrudgingly accepted this, until Gelato and Sorbet rebelled and failed. They served as the catalyst for the entirety of the La Squadra to betray Passione and overthrow the boss, but waited for a perfect opportunity to do so. ~ The death of the couple Gelato and Sorbet left a hole in your hearts. You found yourself hanging around the couple whenever you felt like it, and intimidating as they look they welcome you with warm arms. ~ And among those days as a thirteen year old, you found yourself sitting at the edge of Risotto's bed, putting a hand over his shoulder to calm him down. Out of the entirety of the La Squadra, he was person severely affected with grief at the death of his teammates, seated at the edge of his bed and cupping his face and choking at his denied sobs. ~ Two years after, it was then the perfect time to strike and wipe out the boss. At the form of his daughter, they strategize to kidnap her, extract information of his identity from her, and strike on the boss. You were reluctant for them to act out this risky mission after seeing what happened to two remarkable assassins of La Squadra who paid the price of punishment without the boss even speaking. And they didn't even plan to involve you in this operation, not even if your Stand is powerful. ~ One by one, they fall apart and it was you're sole mission was to recover their maimed remains and nurse them back to health, travelling to myriad parts of Italy with a van you stole enough to fit the entirety of the La Squadra and with medical equipments. They were barely breathing, but you got to work with what you have, robbing hospitals of equipments and shoplifting from shops for food. Staying up late at night to tend to them, making sure their heartbeats remain steady at the duration of the night. Some of them, their states were worst than the other, you found yourself focused on Illuso and Pesci, as their bodies were the most mangled among others. ~ They all survived thankfully, all mortally injured but survived. Around those times you stayed up late at night tending to their needs, working with your Stand to make sure they live normally again. Tears were shed, hugs were exchanged, numerous 'ow's!' and 'ouch!' were exclaimed. ~ You caught wind of the boss being defeated and honestly, you couldn't care less about it. All you want was that your family survived and functional again. And with that need, you wait for the new boss to find out about the people who attempted to hinder them at their trip, and find you. And by this time, you were ready to bargain your life for them. But instead of being greeted by death, somehow, the new boss opted torecognise the group's strengths and skills as assassins, and offered you guys a chance to prove yourselves worthy to be recruited back in Passione and not be killed. He comissioned your group with important missions to assassinate other branches of Passione dealing criminal services to children, and paid you handsomely in advance and promised more if you were back in Passione. ~ The squadron were

confused, but chose to take the job and easily wiped out those type of people from Passione. Since all of them were in a better state, a little rusty so they took you on the job and for once in your life as one of the La Squadra family, you were made official and made into an assassin along with them. ~ The squad was successful, and earn their selves back in Passione. Although the interaction with the Bucci gang was awkward, you were all professional and civil and seemingly buried the hatchet. ~ Soon after they were able to get back on track in just a span of a year, they offered you to get back to school and lead a somewhat normal life. You accept and enrolled to a private boarding school and unbeknownst to you, so did a certain pink haired sixteen year old. ~ It was in the middle of a school year, too, you've been getting weird looks from classmates. Honestly, you didn't think high school would be this severe and kinda regretted returning to school when you're already content with being homeschooled with the help of Melone and Ghiaccio. I mean, you're an assassin for god's sake but you can't just kill people because they whispered rumours and insults behind your back for being... You honestly didn't know why they treat you like this. ~ Days later, a certain Trish Una also enrolled back to school in an attempt to restore some point of normalcy in her life. Like you, she found herself as a target for whispers at how she looked so snobby and bratty despite being so quiet. ~ I'mma write a whole ass one-shot of you meeting Trish because I can't pass up to simp over her tbh. ~ You found yourself befriending her, oblivious at the fact she is affiliated with Passione, and was the daughter of the old boss, and the girl your family had been trying to kidnap for the sake of overthrowing the old boss. Like her, she was oblivious at your affiliation with the assassin branch of Passione as well. ~ You stuck together at school, just traumatised kids being pals and trying to live a normal life, bonding over anything really, having one teach the other complicated mathematics, until you two started to hang out outside of school where at weekends after school, you two would go out in the nearest mall to shop and perhaps eat in a cafe. ~ The whole La Squadra were refreshed at how you always smile all the time and stare off into space, they were confused at your sudden concern over your appearance and choice of apparel, you started to go out more, etc. They were confused (but never spoke of it out loud around you) at the change, but supported you nonetheless because it was normal to do as a teenager so they let you be. ~ One day, Trish decided to ask you for a study date at the café you frequented at in a Saturday morning and for some reason, you just had the urge to look your best despite just studying. Indecisiveness room over you, prompting you to seek advice from the most fashionable member of the group, Prosciutto. ~ He gave you the advice you need, and so you thanked him to turn away, leave and try the outfits he chose, when Formaggio suddenly spoke beside him: "Ohhh~ Y/N's going in a date~" Formaggio teased, lips pouting playfully and voice in a painfully high, poor attempt to imitate a school girl voice. "What? Does wittle Y/N has a cwush?" You stopped in your tracks at that, glancing at the cheese man with furrowed brows in confusion, but cheeks scorched with the sudden flow of adrenaline from the situation he's put you in. Without hearing a context of anything as he happened to just be walking by he stops, and Melone chimes in as he looked up from his monitor, "A date? With whom?" "You're going on a date?" Prosciutto raised a brow, perhaps preparing a nice, long lecture for you to endure for like an hour. "Is that why you're dressing up nicely?" "I— no!" A rush of overwhelming feeling of confusion, denial and something more mixed in your systems and became more incoherent and incoherent as you try and process things further. "I'm just going out on a study with a friend of mine. I'm not going out on a

date. What? I'm not allowed to get dolled up and look pretty while reviewing?" You try to jest to get yourself out of the situation. ~ After that's over with, Prosciutto let you go with the suspicion of you seeing someone in secret but you deny that wholeheartedly. Jesus now that they mentioned you were out going out on a date with someone, your chest grew tight with something you can't fathom, but more on confusion. "We're just friends hanging out to review, nothing else. Isn't it normal to want to dress up for a friend and look decent... Right?" You attempt to reassure yourself in your way there. ~ You arrive at the café where Trish sat, and just gawked at how effortlessly beautiful she is. She just looks so divine and elegant and beautiful and cute and adorable no matter what she does. She invites you over the table to study and all you could of was the fact it was only you two in the cafe apart from the employee but you are with her, alone... Like a date. Well it is a study date after all, meaning it's for friends. Right? ~ At the duration of the date— study date that is, you were concentrated on  simplifying a lot of lessons for Trish to understand better, but upon that concentration you found yourself fixed on her. The way she bit her lips glossed with pink strawberry lip gloss whenever some questions were difficult for her to solve, the way her emerald gaze would dart up to you after answering for reassurance that she did a great job, the way she'd smile in triumph upon getting questions correct... ~ After that day, you proceeded to question yourself what Formaggio asked earlier, "Does wittle Y/N have a cwush?" And within that newfound realisation, yes you do. But you refuse to feel more of it... Not when she's around of course. ~ Days later, by accident, the secret was let out of the bag. Illuso caught glimpse of a poem you were writing beside him as you lounged around in a Saturday and scanned through it, looking for something he can tease you for it, and successfully spotted a misspelling. As he was about to correct it for you, he then realised you were writing, and addressing a poem towards the girl they were intending to kidnap a year ago. ~ The jerk Illuso is, snatched your notebook away from you, transferred himself in the mirror realm, and began to read it out loud for the others to hear. At first the others just thought of it as normal, it's a day to day occurrences among all you after when they slowly became intrigued to what you've written and listened to Illuso, as you did all your might to get it back. That's when they all heard your fancy towards Trish. ~ Now that connects the dots to why you always smile and stare off into space, dress nicely, and among other stuff you do whilst in love or ahem— as you claimed, 'having a crush' ~ Formaggio began to tease along with Illuso, whilst you only hid your scorching face behind your hands, holding the urge to murder Illuso for that. He knew what's up the moment you've been in a sickly sweet mood, along with your lovesick smile but needed further proof to tease you for it. ~ Prosciutto is rather nonchalant at the news, I mean, it's not new for teens to experience these things. As long as it doesn't really spiral to obsession he's going to let you be. ~ Pesci would be happy for you but under these circumstances of the revelation, he feels your pain and tries his best to comfort you because omg, he can't get through people teasing him, let alone see his loved ones being teased. ~ Melone is simply amused and quite frankly, not surprised. He predicted this will happen sooner or later, as he silently held out his hand in front of the fuming Ghiaccio, waiting for the bet money he has won over. ~ Ghiaccio was fuming not specifically towards you, but at how the revelation has come too light a few days early for him to win this silly little wager he had with Melone. Now, he's like twenty dollars poorer. Like Prosciutto, he's nonchalant and chill about it. ~ Risotto is particularly happy for you because for once, you were happy and somewhat

having a normalcy he has craved for you to have ever since he had kept you in La Squadra as a family member instead of an assassin. On the surface he's unfazed, but inside he is supportive and thankful you were happy. ~ Overall, they're all just supportive of you.

[thebadboyfanclub]

I Got You (Napoleon x Reader)

This is the third time i’m trying to post this fucking thing, tumblr won’t let the posts I do from my laptop under search results but they will show posts I do from my phone. Anyways, enjoy!

“This better be worth it Waverly”

“Ohhh (y/n) dear trust me it will. Let me introduce you to your new colleagues”

As she walked in the room with one big desk and a few chairs, three of them were occupied by two men and one woman, probably in her 20s. Her eyes however focused on one particular man.... The man that was one of the reasons you thrived in the illegal field.

“This is Miss Gaby Teller, the most important person in this case, next to her is mister Illya  Kuryakin, her supposed fiance and-”

“Napoleon Solo. The thief”

She bitterly interrupted Waverly, he was of course aware of (y/n)’s past with Napoleon, it was one of the reasons he requested her to join this case, keeping from her that piece of information of course. 

“(y/f/n), you’ve grown up”

“you got old”

“Right, now that everyone knows each other, (y/n) please take a seat and i’ll explain the plan”

As she took a seat from the other side of the table, directly in front of Napoleon, she tried to focus on Waverly and ignore Napoleons intense stare that almost drilled a hole on the side of her head.

“Ok, so since Illya is here to be the love interest for Gaby and Napoleon is here to just get some Italian legs in the air, what am I here for?”

“You dear (y/l/n), you will be portraying miss Brigitte Richard, an heir to the Richard well know Cigar, he is a close friend of mine and graciously agreed to take his daughters name”

“Won’t they know what his daughter looks like?”

“His daughter has been kept away from the public eye and she had transferred in Britain during high school, that’s also where she went to College and recently decided to stay there. I will give you a file of hers to study. Your goal is to get close to Victoria vinciguerra during the event, maybe even seem interested in mister Solo, of course for show, nothing more”

“Of course, everything is only just for show when it has to do with Napoleon”

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(Y/n) was dressed in her best attire, her long red dress that hugged her waist so beautifully, of course some silver diamond earrings on her ears and her hair up in a perfect updo, her heels were comfortable at least, but if she had to run the dress would not hold for long until it gives a show to anyone around her, she prays that it didn’t have to happen, or she would be royally screwed,

“Miss Richard , your father was right you do have your mothers eyes”

What a fool, she thought, this is who she was hiding from? a woman that complimented her for the resemblance in her eyes.... she wasn’t even close to being related to this people. However, on the outside, she smiled brightly at the tall blonde lady

“Thank you so much, god rest her soul she at least she was generous enough to pass them down to me, my dads brown eyes are great but a tad bit boring don’t you think?”

The blonde gave a tight lip smile to her comment. Of course, if she knew that her real parent had never seen this type of luxury, the lady wouldn’t even spare a glance.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Victoria Vinciguerra”

“Brigitte Richard, my father made sure to keep me away from all of... this, he wanted his kids to be humble”

“I’m really sorry for your brother”

“It’s alright, I miss him but... c’est la vie”

(Y/n) had almost swallowed the file Waverly had given her, she even looked into the cigar company, just in case anyone asked questions. As the two ladies kept talking, she started hearing commotion,she turned her head  towards the direction it was coming from and saw one familiar man falling to the ground.

“What is going on over there?”

“Excuse me dear”

Victoria started walking towards him and of course (y/n) followed. When they finally reached the crowd that was already forming a circle around him, there he was fanning himself the invitation dramatically, in true Napoleon fashion. (Y/n) kissed her teeth in annoyance, he was supposed to discreetly blend in, not cause a god damn ruckus the minute he walks in.

“Thank you, Thank you”

“I wonder what they do to people without invitations”

That is when she decided to take actions. She weaseled her way out of the crowd and kneeled in front of him to his level, offering her glass of champagne to him.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much Darling”

“I’m Victoria Vinciguerra, she is (y/f/n). I do believe an apology is in order. I’ll take it from here”

You helped him get up on his feet and took two steps to lean in and talked to her.

“of course miss Vinciguerra... next one is mine”

She giggled as she walked away in triumphant. To be frank the rest of your job was to keep an eye on these two, yet she could still say she completed the most important part.What she didn’t expect was the growing fire in the pit of her stomach that was directed to Victoria, looking at her talking to Napoleon so nonchalantly made her teeth hurt and her breasts ached with rage.

“It’s such a lovely day to be so pouty miss”

“Well sir... there is nothing really here for me to smile about”

“Not even me?”

“I think I am better off being the reason for someone to smile”

“Roberto  Russo, charmed”

“Brigitte Richard”

Roberto was a handsome man, tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, full lips and extremely well dressed, no doubt he knew his way around women and money. What a better distraction and cover up than him?

What (y/n) had not calculated was Napoleon picking up at her “strategic” flirt and filling like punching the hell out of this pretentious little Italian boy that grew up spending daddy’s money. He restrained himself from walking over to her and taking her hand, guiding her away from everyone, keeping her all to herself.

“I saw you were talking to my aunt”

“Oh you are related to Victoria?”

“Yes, my dad is her brother. I actually haven’t spoken to her today, come with me?”

“How could I ever refuse?”

As he offered his arm she smiled and linked hers with his, walking over with her head held high as they got close to Napoleon and Victoria

“My dearest Roberto, how are you?”

she kissed her nephew at both of his cheeks and yet no smile was shown. She really was cold, Roberto however smiled brightly, feeling excited to show his knew “catch” to his aunt.

“I’m doing well... who might he be?”

“Jack Devinsky, Nice to meet you”

Roberto looked at Napoleon up and down, almost well not almost... judging him harshly. Napoleons sure looked rich but there were levels to how rich you were, especially when men judged one another.

“Roberto Russo. Well... aunt Victoria may I occupy you for a minute”

“Of course, anything for my nephew”

“It will only take a minute dear”

“I am counting”

She replied at him, he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss as he stared directly in her eyes, winking at her as she left her with Napoleon. They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, they haven’t really spoken since the case started, (y/n) made sure to avoid him.

“You look stunning if that isn’t obvious”

“Thanks”

She said dryly. She barely even looked him in the eye, all she could see was that damn night, the night she lost everything, the night her heart shuttered, the night he showed her all the cruelty of the world he always talked about.

“You are mad at me”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, it still upsets me though”

“That sounds like a personal issue to me”

-

The event was a success. which meant (y/n) could finally relax and wear her pajamas, pour a drink for herself and lounge in the couch her room had. She still wore his necklace, the gold star necklace he had bought her way back when... she took the charm in her hands and felt the cold metal.

How much more could she take with him around? it took her so much time to heal and now here he was again, scratching the wounds she had closed up all by herself. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and was met with the man of the hour.

“Napoleon”

“May I come in?”

She sighed before stepping aside to let him in. Even when all she wanted was to punch him in the face, her heart took over her and let him walk into her room and her life once again, even when she had swore to take revenge when she saw him again.

“What do you want?”

“To talk”

“About what?”

She was well aware she was snapping at him, could you blame her? He had swore to protect her, help her when she had nothing and no one, taught her everything and then one night she came home to find all his belongings missing... and that damn letter tore her apart, she didn’t sleep for days, she waited for him to return for months and yet he never did.

“(Y/n) I know-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING

”her voice booming through the entire room, it was like a glass of emotions was overflowing, threating to spill and make a mess. He saw the pain in her face, her lower lips trembling, her hands forming fists... still what caught his eye was one thing, the necklace. She was wearing his necklace, after all these years she didn’t throw it away. He took a breath through his nose before continuing.

“(y/n) you have every right to be upset-”

“Damn right I do”

“Will you just listen?”

“listen to what Napoleon?! What?!What?!What?!”

Next thing that was heard was her glass smashing at the wall, Vodka dripping down and small pieces of glass going everywhere. Napoleon was shocked, he should have known this wouldn’t be easy, he had wanted to reach out to her over the years, he had even went through with finding her, yet every time he chickened out last minute and walked away from it. Now, here she was in pain, yelling and smashing things... she had become his enemy

“I’m sorry”

“You are sorry? Sorry? for what Napoleon? for leaving me? for doing it in such cruel way? for lying to me?”

“I never lied”

“You swore to me that you loved me, that you... cared”

There it was, tears. She couldn’t even control it, as her voice cracked and the waterfalls started, she didn’t also want to cover them, she wanted him to see what he had done... to hell with being the bigger person. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel loved but now all he could do was to try and reason with her.

“I had to leave”

“Why? What could possibly be the reason... money? paintings? women?”

“You know I would never cheat on you”

“Oh yeah, cause leaving our house in the middle of the night is so much better”

She tried wipe away her tears, silence falling between them once again. As a way to calm and hide her emotions, she kneeled and started picking up pieces of glass, her back turned to him. Napoleon went to her side and even when he wanted to pick her up and kiss her, he controlled his desire

“(Y/n) stop, you’ll cut yourself”

“I’m fine Napoleon”

“(Y/n) the maid can do it”

“I said I’m- FUCK”

a piece of sharp glass had cut her as she accidentally gripped it a bit too hard. Napoleon saw the blood and got up immediately to find some tissues, while (y/n) got on her feet and brought her hand close to her chest, closing it to a fist as a way to stop the pain. When Napoleon approached she turned her back once again

 “I said I’m fine”

“(Y/n) you are bleeding, let me care for you”

She had started crying again. As she turned around and opened her hand to him Napoleon gently placed the tissues on the wound, dabbing away the blood carefully.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was protecting you, a way to keep you away from all of the things I was doing”

“Yet... here we are”

He looked up at her. Her lower lip was in between her teeth, tears freshly running down, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy, her nose was running and he still found her heavenly.

“You kept the necklace”

“I tried throwing it away, or ponding it... I couldn’t find the courage... it’s too pretty”

“I tried coming back to you... multiple times”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t”

She finally kept eye contact with him, getting lost once again in those ocean blue eyes, the eyes she looked at when they were laying naked on their bed, the eyes that looked at her when she woke up. With his one hand Napoleon slowly reached over and wiped a few tears with his thumb

“You are too pretty to cry over me”

“I missed you Napoleon”

She whispered looking down on the ground in embarrassment. She was everything he ever wanted, a woman that loved him and had his back and he tossed that all away, his intentions were pure yet the damage was gigantic. He hesitated for a minute, before taking her in his arms for a hug, her head nuzzling on his neck as she held on to him for the first time in what felt like centuries. Napoleon kissed her head, smelling her shampoo that was always the same, lavender.

“I missed you too munchkin”

She giggled at the nickname. Napoleon had met her when she was struggling to survive, she was this delicate little thing that looked everyone with kind eyes, yet once he got to know her he saw the passion, the fire, the potential she had to become something great, he didn’t want all that potential to go on illegal things that could possibly get her in jail or worse kill her. So from the beginning of the relationship he called her munchkin.

“Will we be alright?”

“I got you munchkin, I got you”

[17stalecupcakes]

Lights, Camera, Attraction?

Paring: Nathan Prescott x Reader

Summary: Y/n is in tech crew for Blackwell Academy’s performance of The Tempest by William Shakespeare. While everyone is preparing for the show, Y/n bumps into a certain someone who seems to be upset..

Warnings ⚠️ just some cussing. F bomb like once or twice. spoilers for life is strange before the storm!

(This takes place in Life is Strange: Before the Storm)

“The stage is all set Mr Keaton!” Steph says as you pass by. You were currently running from the stage to the back row of seats, trying to make the lights of both sides even. “How does that look?” Mr Keaton turns to the stage, giving it a hard dramatic stare. “Perfect Y/n! I expected nothing less of you my dear!” Mr Keaton gives you a great smile as he heads backstage. You take a second to catch your breathe as you sit down on one of the seats in the audience.

You take a look at your clipboard Steph gave you. You feel like such an important piece to make this production happen, but it’s really all thanks to Steph. You check off ‘Check lights’ on your list and you realize you only have one task left:

‘Make sure everyone’s mic’s are hooked on them’

This means you have to head backstage again. It might not seem that hard, but it’s kinda a mess back there. Between Mr Keaton always finding something to stress about, and Victoria being very obvious that she’s upset about not getting the lead, it’s just the last place you wanna be right now. But duty calls. As you start to stand up you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around and see a a familiar face. Chloe Price. “...Y/n?” Chloe chirps out, she looks a little out of place, I mean she was expelled not to long ago. “Hi Chloe! Here to see the show?” It doesn’t seem like Chloe to be into theater, but she has been seen with Rachel Amber lately. “Actually I’m here to see Rachel..like right now if it’s okay.” Ah, knew it. “Follow me, I’ll take you right to her.”

“She should be right through there!” You guide Chloe towards the girls dressing tent. She mouths a small ‘thank you’ and walks in. You spin around and head towards the mics and tape. You start to walk around to each character that requires a mic and gently attaching it to their ear. As you mentally check off people in your head, you realize you still have one mic left in your hand. Thats when you realize, you haven’t given a mic to Nathan yet. You and Nathan weren’t really close, you only really knew him through theater, well and because he was basically the richest kid in Arcadia Bay. You look around from where you’re standing, he’s not in sight. You glance over at the boys dressing tent, you’re praying he’s not in there. You start to make your way over to the tent, slowly but surely you come up to the entrance. “Nathan? Are you in here?” You yell from the outside. You here some muffled noises but then you here his voice, “Yeah..what do you need?” His voice was faint and light, which is unusual for Nathan Prescott of all people. “It’s Y/n, I j-just need to get you mic’d up.” You and Nathan have barley spoken to each other and now you have to awkwardly mic him up in a tent alone. Great. “Just come in.” Nathan says a little louder this time. You took a breathe and walked in the tent.

You walk in to see Nathan looking in the mirror with a face paint and makeup brush in his hand, it looked like he was trying to fix his makeup. You can see his reflection in the mirror, he seems to have tear stains on his face, and he wasn’t doing a very good job at fixing it. He sees you standing behind him in the mirror and turns around, “Just give me a second.” He turns back to the mirror, but in the short moment he looked at you, you took a second to look him in the face. His eyes looked a little puffy and a faint red, while the smeared makeup ran down his face. Had he been crying? You thought it wasn’t your place to ask, so you just stood there for about a minute until you realized how frustrated he was with the makeup brush. “Do you need-” “Help? No no, I got it.” You just stood in silence, you could hear him mumbling things to himself like ‘Nathan it’s just a makeup brush, calm down’ or ‘they can’t start the show without me, they NEED me, they’ll start when I’M ready’ You started to feel a little weird, you took a seat in the chair next to you and started to get the microphone ready to put on Nathan. As you did so, Nathan whipped around, grabbed a chair and set in front of you. He shoved the makeup brush and face paint in your hands, “Just fix it around the eyes, it CANNOT look sloppy.” He demanded. You feel tense, but you have to fix his makeup whether you wanted to or not. Nathan could feel the tension between you and him. As you started to fix the makeup, Nathans eyes met yours. “Sorry...I just started...sweating earlier and it completely fucked up everything.” You pretended to believe his story, “It’s okay, shit happens, but its fixable.” You stated. Nathan relaxed a little more and so did you. “Alright, it’s all fixed!” Nathan turns around and looks into the mirror, you can see a smile form on his face. “Phew..thank you for that.” You shot a warm smile at him and he shot one back, you felt calm around Nathan now. You picked up the mic and started to get Nathan mic’d up.

The crowd screams and cheers for the final scene of the show. You were on the side of the stage, out of sight from the audience but you could see all the performers. Steph comes up behind you and hugs you, excited from such a successful show. She had asked you to stay back and help clean up after everyone left. Everything starts to settle down and everyone starts to leave. You go into the girls dressing tent and collect the costumes to give to Mr Keaton. Then you make your way to the boys dressing tent, without even thinking, you walked in without asking to see if any boys were still in there. You turn the corner to see Nathan looking at his phone, he glanced up. “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were still in here..I-I’ll just wait outside till you’re..” You’re interrupted by Nathan grabbing your hand, “Actually I was um..well I was waiting for you to walk in.” He admitted. You didn’t even know how to react. “I just wanted to say sorry for being all weird earlier..a-and also thank you for helping me with the makeup..and stuff.” Nathan didn’t want to say it out loud, but in the moment you were fixing his makeup, Nathan might’ve felt something. Something he’s never really felt. He felt attracted towards you. The calm and collective way you handled his freak out, and how you offered to help him out really got to him. It might not seem like a lot, but normally people are somewhat scared of Nathan, or don’t want to be bothered by talking to him. You were different. “Ohhh it’s really no biggie! I’m just glad I could help!” You said in a cheery tone. Nathan walker a little closer to you, “M-maybe I could take you to see a movie sometime..I-If you want to.” Nathans words were stammering a bit, you could tell he was nervous, but then again, so were you. But this time it was different, it was a ‘butterflies in my stomach’ type of nervous. Was he asking you on a date? The last thing you were expecting today was Nathan Prescott asking you out. You looked up at him, he was a bit taller than you. “I’d love too Nathan.” You said with a smile. You grabbed a sharpie that was sitting on the vanity and wrote your number on his arm. Nathan grabbed his bag, “See you at school.” He said as he left the tent. You just stood and smiled, what a night.

In the back of your mind you still wondered why Nathan was ‘sweating’ before the show. Maybe you’d find out here soon.

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

prompt request: Sophie is jealous

There is a knock on the door to Mary and Ryan’s place. 

Mary goes to open the door and Sophie is standing on the other side looking amazing in a red blouse and black jeans. She also looks kind of sad but not in an unhappy way, more somber if anything with a lot going on in her eyes and an expression that Mary can’t quite read. Sometimes she wishes she had Alice’s skill of deciphering people. 

“Hey, Sophie. I thought you’d be with Kate. Did you go and see her?” Mary opened the door wider and allowed Sophie to walk in. The two women made their way to the couch. 

Sophie sighed as she slipped her shoes off and sat down. “Kate’s gone.” Mary made a face because she knew Kate was leaving again, off to the next great adventure. She had made peace with it. She was just happy that she got Kate back - the real Kate, and that she wasn’t dead. Mary still wakes up crying and drenched in sweat when she has dreams of Kate and her funeral. She would love for Kate to stay and for them to catch up, but it’s enough right now knowing that she’s alive and safe. And that she remembers who Mary is again. 

“Kate came and met me at The Hold Up. She had her stupid motorcycle helmet in her hands and said she was leaving. Going to go find Bruce and your dad.” Sophie rolls her eyes and her voice sounds even more raspy than usual. 

“Yeah, Kate told us she was going.” Mary thought Kate would at least stick around a bit longer for Sophie. “I’m sorry Soph. I know she loved you so much. She’s been through a lot and, I know the feeling. She needs time to figure things out. She’ll be back.” Mary tried to be comforting and give Sophie what she needed in this moment, even though she wasn’t too sure exactly what it was Sophie needed. But she rubbed her back anyway and went to put on some water for tea. She felt like this was more of a tea moment than a let’s get hammered and solve clues under the direction of a mad man moment. 

Mary came back a few moments later with tea in hand. 

“You know, you should really start leaving some clothes over here to hang out in. If you weren’t so tall I’d say you could borrow something of mine. I feel a girls night coming on.” Mary said and laughed softly. Sophie brought her tea to her lips, blew on it, and then set it back down. “I might have shorts that would fit you, and Ryan has some oversized sleep shirts. You could borrow something.” Mary thought out loud.

“I don’t know if Ryan would want me over here getting that comfortable.” Sophie didn’t actually mean this, she knew her and Ryan were in a much better place. Sophie offered Ryan her couch to crash on. They were no longer Crowie and the Ex-Con with no future. They were really starting to just become Sophie and Ryan. Wildmoore. 

“Oh come on, you and Ryan are tight now. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you two being a lot nicer to each other.” Mary lightly bumped her shoulder into Sophie’s. 

“Where is Ryan anyway?” Sophie asked attempting to be nonchalant. She picked up her tea and blew on it some more as a distraction and to help with her façade of appearing uninterested. 

“Um, I think she went to go meet with Imani.” Sophie sputtered and almost spilled her tea. 

“Woah girl, you alright?” 

“Yeah, just, this was way hotter than I was expecting.” Sophie laughed awkwardly and tried to recover. “She’s with Imani?” Sophie pressed out her bottom lip in consideration before her next comment. “I thought they were over?” Sophie didn’t know for sure if Ryan and Imani were over but ever since Luke got shot, she and Ryan were spending a lot more time together and Imani was nowhere to be found. Ryan hadn’t even mentioned her. Unless Ryan and Imani just sexted and spent late nights together. Sophie found herself annoyed with the thought of Ryan and Imani spending late nights together and sexting.

“Um I don’t know actually now that you mention it. I mean you were there when I told Ryan I don’t want to be included in her little sexcapades so maybe that’s why we haven’t heard from the two of them as of late.” Mary offered. Sophie was quiet. So Mary kept talking to fill the silence. “But Imani is cool, you’d like her.” 

“I know Imani is cool Mary, she saved us from jail with her fancy lawyer knowledge. Besides, Ryan wouldn’t date somebody uncool. I mean except for Angelique.” Sophie said as an after thought.

“Ohhh you didn’t like her either!?” Mary exclaimed and put her hand on Sophie’s shoulder.” Mary laughed joyously. “Whew I thought I was the only one! Girl maybe we do need to get out the hard stuff from the cupboard!” She gave Sophie a look letting her know that she was down to turn up whenever she said the word.

“It’s not that I didn’t like her. She just wasn’t good enough for Ryan.” Sophie said matter-of-factly. Mary sat there in stunned silence at Sophie’s admission. But before she could say anything, Sophie tried to clarify. 

“I-I just meant like she’s Ryan Wilder, bad ass extraordinaire, Batwoman by night and day, bartending babe on the side. Angelique was just bringing Ryan down. I never saw it until I got to know Ryan and realized she was always covering for Angelique, and Angelique was taking advantage of Ryan’s kindness and the emotional attachment that was there from when they were kids. Ryan felt like she owed Angelique, when really it was the other way around. Ryan’s a good person. She deserves someone who knows that but doesn’t use it against her, someone like-”

“Someone like you?” Mary offered up slowly, testing the waters. 

“Are we singing Adele now?” Sophie went for a joke hoping that she was coming off as aloof. Mary just kept staring back at Sophie with a grin on her face. 

“Stop smiling Mary. Ok what? If you’re thinking I want to date Ryan, I don’t.” Sophie inwardly cringed as this sounded like such a lie even to her own ears. 

“Well it doesn’t sound like you want anyone else to have her.” Mary was feeling emboldened. Sophie didn’t seem mad, she just seemed either unaware or in denial. Mary continued, “you didn’t like Angelique, which I am with you on that one. And you sound jealous of Ryan spending time with Imani. So if all these girls that Ryan gets with upset you, then why don’t you just ask Ryan out? You just said she deserves better. You could be better.” 

Sophie took a long pause and stirred her tea. Seemingly gathering up courage to say what she was going to say. “Ryan and I are finally friends. It took so long for us to get to this place of genuine understanding and respect. I don’t want to throw dating her into the mix. And yes, ok, she’s gorgeous, like drop dead gorgeous- she is. But what if things go horribly wrong and then we’re back to square one. Or even worse, we don’t even talk anymore because we hate each other so much. I don’t want to take that risk. I care about her too much.” Mary sat there with her eyes wide and a shit eating grin on her face. She had no idea Sophie had all these feelings. She thought at the very most Sophie was just crushing. 

“Oh my gosh, you totally love her!” Mary squealed.  

“Shut up Mary. I don’t.” Sophie got up to bring their empty tea cups to the kitchen and to try and calm her nerves and distance herself for a second from Mary’s prying and absurd accusations. 

“You love her! You love her! You love her!” Mary repeated trying to get Sophie to admit it.

 At that moment the door suddenly opened and in walked Ryan. 

Mary froze and Sophie came out of the kitchen to see who it was. She had a fleeting thought that it would be Kate and that maybe she had changed her mind and decided to stick around. Sophie then had another fleeting thought that Ryan and Mary should possibly change the locks. Just incase Kate isn’t Kate again or something.  

“Um who loves who?” Ryan grinned as she came inside and closed the door. She kicked off her shoes and ran a hand through her loose curls. Sophie came back and sat on the couch. Her and Ryan gave each other quick smiles. The energy between them was so different than it had been only a few short months ago. Before, Ryan would have been demanding to know why there was a crow in her loft. 

“Kate loves Sophie.” Mary quickly covered. 

“Oh.” Ryan simply said and walked off to her room. Mary and Sophie looked at each other with nervous expressions. Not soon after Ryan left she was back in an oversized shirt and some sleep shorts. Sophie had to try hard not to slowly run her eyes up and down Ryan’s entire body. That girl was banging. 

“So how is Imani?” Sophie awkwardly and quickly tried to take the attention off of herself and change the subject. She was still curious where Imani came from and how long she was going to be staying. Ryan shot Mary a look, and Mary put her hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I barely said anything. Sophie asked where you were and I said you were with Imani.” Now it was Sophie’s turn to shoot Mary another glare. Ryan was smiling wildly and looking between the two. She hadn’t realized that she was the topic of conversation while she was gone.

“So, you been asking about me huh Soph?” Ryan teased. 

“Girl please. It was just so peaceful and quiet over here so I was just making sure you weren’t getting yourself into trouble somewhere.” Sophie quipped. 

“Oh I was definitely getting into trouble.” Ryan shot back with a smug look on her face. “I was getting into a very sexy kind of trouble, I got into trouble maybe 3 of 4 times actuall-”

“Ok we get it Ryan.” Sophie snapped. “I mean, we get it.” Sophie said a little softer this time. Then without warning Sophie got up, hurriedly walked to the door, opened it, and rushed out, slamming it shut as she left. 

Inside the loft, Ryan and Mary gave each other puzzled looks and Ryan pointed to the door as if to say, what was all that about. “You should go after her.” Mary said simply and then retreated to her room. Ryan shook her head in confusion and then went to find Sophie.

Ryan didn’t have to go far as Sophie was sitting just outside the door against the wall. Ryan stood in front of her. Sophie didn’t look up so Ryan slid down next to Sophie against the wall. Ryan put her hand on Sophie’s knee and now the ball was in Sophie’s court. Ryan patiently waited and hoped that Sophie would share what was bothering her. Sophie had been there for Ryan this whole year, and Ryan wanted to return the favor. Sophie looked up with pools of water in her autumn colored eyes threatening to spill and Ryan’s heart broke just a bit. Sophie was always so strong but Ryan didn’t want or need her to be. Sophie was allowed to break and fall apart, and in that moment, Ryan vowed to always be there to catch her and help pick up the pieces when she did. 

“I’m sorry for running out like that.” Sophie said quietly and sniffled. 

“Soph, you do not need to apologize.” Ryan reassured her. They were quiet again for a few beats. 

“So, you really like Imani.” It wasn’t a question, more like an observation. 

Is that what this is about, Ryan thought. Is Sophie- is she jealous? That can’t be right. If she was jealous that would mean... Ryan looked over again slowly at Sophie. 

“Imani is great.” Ryan started. She watched as Sophie sunk into herself more at that statement. Ryan continued, “but it’s not serious. It’s just sex and comfort and the closeness of somebody. I know I talk a big game and don’t get me wrong, being Batwoman is amazing, it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed, but it’s lonely. And whoever I’m with I can’t even share myself fully with them. I think I’m going to break it off with her anyway.” Ryan was thinking out loud at this point. Up until now she didn’t mind having a fling with Imani, it kept her company. But like her and Luke had discussed, it was hard dating and being a Superhero. And if Sophie was into her...

“Kate left.” Sophie said suddenly. Ryan sighed. She looked at Sophie, put a finger up to her cheek and caught a stray tear that was sliding down the side of her face. “I know.” Ryan said. She wiped her damp finger on her sleep shirt. 

“I think I’m... relieved.” Sophie finally said. This surprised Ryan. She thought Kate was the love of Sophie’s life. 

"She was the love of my life, but I think the key word is, was.” Sophie said as if reading Ryan’s mind. “I think I loved who she used to be. When she came back I was different and so was she. And when she took off again, I realized I wasn’t all that upset or hurt. It took losing her to realize that while I loved and cared deeply for her, she’s not my soul mate. She represents a time in my life that is special but it’s not where I am anymore. And then I met someone named Ryan Wilder.” Sophie smirked and looked into Ryan’s wide shocked eyes.

“Me?” Ryan said with the cutest look on her face that Sophie had ever witnessed. 

“Yes you. Ryan, you annoyed the hell out of me, you pissed me off, you irritated and enraged me-” 

“Ok girl, damn. We get it.” Ryan rolled her eyes. Sophie let out a raspy chuckle and continued. 

“You challenged me, you made me see things that I didn’t want to see within myself and within the Crows. You inspired me, you amazed me, and you thrilled me. I wanted to be a better me because of you Ryan. And then when I found out that you were Batwoman...I  knew I had it in me to fight the system in the way that you do. And I could no longer keep working with the same people who you were trying to take down. I had to pick a side. And I’m team Ryan.” Sophie smiled. 

Ryan laughed and lightly shoved her. “You’re team corny. But thank you. Thank you for choosing me.” Ryan said turning serious for a moment, but she couldn’t stop another grin from overtaking her features. 

“I’ll always choose you, Ryan.” 

Ryan visibly swallowed and then she looked at Sophie. “So, you really do have a thing for women in suits, huh.” Ryan teased. 

“I have a thing for you.” Sophie retorted. 

“Wow, just getting right to it huh?” Ryan flirted back. Sophie shrugged, “I want you Ryan. And I don’t want to step on Imani’s toes or anything but-”

Sophie felt warm, soft, wet lips press against her own. She instinctively flinched and then closed her eyes and sunk into the feeling of Ryan’s lips pressed against her own. Sophie immediately sucked and pecked at Ryan’s bottom lip and then she dipped her tongue into Ryan’s mouth, she let Ryan dip her own tongue out and she lightly sucked on it while Ryan sucked and kissed Sophie’s top lip. She felt Ryan’s hands in her hair and so she moved her hands to Ryan’s waist, and slipped them slightly under the oversized shirt Ryan was wearing. She had wanted to feel Ryan’s abs for quite some time now. Ryan smelled like shea butter, lavender, and eucalyptus. Sophie’s senses were shooting into overdrive. A cough interrupted them as someone walked by. They both realized they were still sitting out in the hall. 

“We should go inside.” Sophie said and then laughed. Her face was flushed and her blouse that was tucked into her jeans was now hanging loosely untucked. They got up and opened the loft door and saw Mary race to the couch. 

“Um hey guys.” Mary tried sounding as casual as possible. “You guys wanna stay up and chat?” Mary offered. She wanted all the tea and it was worth a shot. Ryan and Sophie knew they had been caught. 

“Goodnight Mary. Oh, and Sophie’s staying over.” Ryan said as she walked Sophie to her room. Mary noticed Ryan held Sophie’s fingers gently in her hand. Mary squealed. 

“Details! I want details in the morning! And pancakes.” Mary shouted as an after thought. 

“Deal.” Ryan said as her and Sophie giggled and Ryan closed her bedroom door behind them. 

[thebigqueer]

A while back you mentioned something about the Apollo kids parents meeting up every one in a while and Apollo running into them during one of those times. Do you think you could write a lil fic about that?

ahhh yes that’s one of my favorite headcanons!!

thanks for the prompt, and i hope you like this! and, as always: i do little to no editing on these fic prompts, so don’t be too judgmental as you read through them. they’re definitely not my best work but i just can’t ever be bothered to look back aslkdjslfkd

this will be in first person because idk i really loved apollo’s pov in first person so i hope i do his character justice lmaoo

also as i was writing this i’m not gonna lie i felt really bad for apollo all he wanted was to have some time with his children 😭

also!!! we are!!! so starved!!! for dad!apollo moments!!!! bro can we just!!! see more dad!apollo moments!!!! come ON rick!!!! i didn’t realize how much i wanted them until i wrote this halskjfaslkjf 

I will say, I wasn’t quite sure what to be expecting when I came down to the mortal world today. It definitely was not to find out all of my exes regroup annually to mock me. 

Since becoming a god again, I’ve made it a personal promise to come down every once in a while. I’ve grown quite attached to these mortals, especially to my demigod children. After all, my own descendants are the best of all living beings; it’s only fair that I come and talk to them every once in a while. And, believe it or not, being around mortals helps me, too. It makes me find comfort in a world where lives may be short but lives are lived; as a god, I only ever exist. 

When I was human, though, I truly lived. It was exhilarating. Now that I am a deity again, there’s a hollowness that resides in me.

Sometimes coming down to this mortal world helps me simulate that experience of being human again. It helps me feel less lonely up in my world of immortality and timelessness. 

The sun blazes overhead as I traipse along to my cabin after just meeting with Dionysus. The insufferable bastard beat me once again at pinochle and would not stop gloating, so I decided to storm away from the wine god before he could start beating my ass in Uno.

However, as I approach my cabin, my rage ebbs away. My demigod children stand around the entrance, talking in hushed voices, and my heart bursts with warmth. It has only been a few weeks since I’ve last seen them, but each time I do, I feel only a flush of pride looking at them.

“My children!” I exclaim. “I’m here once again!” 

They all jump as if I’ve scared them. For a moment, no one says anything. Then they break apart and each of them offer me a shaky smile of their own. 

“Hey, Dad,” Will says, his voice a bit higher than I remember.

I step forward, happiness flooding over me. It hasn’t been too long since I’ve seen them but it certainly feels like it’s been millennia. “How are you all?”

Kayla pushes a pack over her shoulder. “We’re... good. How are you?”

Her words carry a bit of hesitation as if she’s nervous. Suspicion crawls over me. I cross my arms and respond, “I’m good too. Why do you have that bag over your shoulder?”

Austin, Will, and Kayla all turn to each other, sharing a look of panic. A shiver runs through me as I realize they’re up to something. I smile. “Ohhh, are you planning something? A prank, perhaps?” I rub my hands in anticipation. “Can I get in on it?”

Austin raises a hand and scratches his head. “Um, not quite. We’re actually... going somewhere.” 

Panic seizes my heart and I rush forward. “Going somewhere? Where? Like, a quest?” I reach out to my children and hug them, feeling each of their bodies in my arms. “Why did no one tell me? Oh, gods, what if I never see you again?” Tears well up in my throat. I’ve only just come down to the mortal world, and they’re already leaving for doom?

“No, no, no!” Kayla exclaims, pushing against my arms. “Not like that, Dad! Not a quest. We’re just going out to the city. No need to worry.” 

Relief washes over me and I laugh, taking my arms away from them. “Oh, that’s great! Are you going somewhere fun? Can I come?”

Before any of them can answer, a familiar demigod steps out of the Apollo cabin. They step towards Will and hand him a pack of ambrosia. It takes me for a moment to remember that it’s Nico di Angelo. He opens his mouth to speak to Will, then stops when they notice me. “Oh no,” they mutter. 

“What do you mean, oh no?” I ask, the claws of suspicion creeping over my skin once more. “What are you three up to? Is Nico coming with you?”

Nico whispers to the three, “You haven’t told him?”

“Not a good time,” Kayla hisses.

“Well, I guess now is a better time than never,” Nico says. They turn to me and state blatantly, “They’re going to meet their parents in New York City.” 

Kayla and Austin smack their faces and Will sighs. “You could have let us say it,” the blond mutters.

“Better to know from a child that isn’t his,” the child of Hades reasons, shrugging.

I blank. I was not quite expecting that response, and definitely not so casually. I stare at the four demigods quizzically. “Oh? I suppose that’s fair. But all three of you? All your parents know each other?”

“Um, well... they’re kind of friends,” Austin admits. “They... communicate often.”

A wave of humility washes over me. I will admit, it’s a little bit embarrassing knowing that the three people you’ve had children with all know each other and actively communicate. I would have suspected they’d feel a bit awkward with each other, but I didn’t quite expect they would be actual friends.

I tip my head in a sad nod. “I see. Well, I hope all three of you have fun today!” I’m trying not to sound too upset, but it’s a little bit hard when you’ve come down to the mortal world just to find out your children are going to be going into the city far away from you.

“Hey, Dad, we can hang out later!” Will suggests, a kind smile balancing over his lips. But he’s only saying that out of pity. He feels bad for me. This makes me crawl in further into myself.

“Yes, that sound alright,” I promise, feigning a smile. "But, really, don’t feel bad.” My shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “The last time I met your parents their careers were becoming quite busy. I suppose you don’t see them as often as you’d like, is that correct? And at this point, you’ve been seeing me even more often than your own mortal parents. It’s only fair that you have some private time with them.”

A tense silence tightens the air around us. Austin shifts on his feet. After a moment, Kayla says, “Well, we better go. We’ll see you later, though!”

A cold fist seizes my heart.

Will winces. He reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. “We’re sorry to leave you like this, but we didn’t expect you to come by today. We can definitely do something later, though. The three of us will be back by six. Nico’s going to do ghost stories tonight, too, so maybe you’ll want to hear those.”

I wave my hand dismissively and try on a smile that doesn’t quite fit right. “No, really, don’t feel too bad. I’ll come by later and we can do a movie night together after Nico’s ghost stories. I’ll see you later! And have fun!”

They all glance at each other hesitantly, then seem to come to a collective agreement. “Thanks, Dad,” Austin says, pulling me in for a hug. The other two do the same, then all three demigods wander out into the sun, aiming for the exit out of camp.

Nico stares at me, eyebrows raised. “So, what are you going to do now?” Picking at their jeans, they add, “You’re Apollo, so I’m expecting that you will be doing something stupid.”

I frown. “Those are brave words for a demigod to say to a powerful deity.”

“You’re too mushy at this point to pulverize me. They’ve made you soft.” He means it as an insult but their eyes glimmer. A smile laces his mouth.

I offer them a smile back. “Well, I suppose you are correct. I shall see you for your god-tier ghost stories.” 

Nico shakes his head and turns to leave. “Please never reference modern things ever again.”

~

A little bit later, I’m balancing on a chair at a pizza shop in New York City. I’ve chosen the disguise of a businessman, mostly copying the image of a fairly attractive man I met on the way. Perhaps I will go and look for him after I’m done stalking my children. 

The scent of pizzas swirl around me, contaminating my nose. The excited chatter of families and friends surround me. Some afternoon sun pours in through the open windows, offering the entire pizza place a relaxed look.

Somewhere to my left, a large group eats and talks, laughter echoing from their table. All my children are sitting to one side of the booth, while the adults loom over them on the other. Will’s bright blond hair gleams blindingly as the sun washes over his locks. 

I wasn’t quite sure of what I was expecting from all three of my exes. Perhaps more gray hair, some wrinkles over their faces. No doubt all three of them have those, but they each look at peace, happy with life. There’s a brightness in their eyes as they gaze at their children. 

I understand that look. I feel the same pride when I see all three of them. 

Envy roils inside me. I’m not sure why, considering that I see the three demigods more often than they see their own mortal parents. Perhaps I’m just nervous that they adore their mortal parents more than they care for me. 

But I wouldn’t blame them if they did either. I’ve spent too long only caring about myself. A coil of embarrassment wraps around me.

But I’m changing that now, aren’t I? I wasn’t the best parent, but I can only hope my children are seeing that I’m here for them. I only want what’s best for them.

Another burst of laughter erupts from the booth, and I turn my head, straining my ears to listen. Naomi’s silky voice echoes over them: “...and just as he got up he tripped over himself and fell on the ground. Honestly, I have no idea how he could have been a god, but he sure was dumb.” Naomi sighs. “Maybe that’s why I thought he was so adorable. People just constantly try to impress me. He did, too, but at least he was failing. He may have been a god, but he seemed almost human the night I met him.”

With a shiver, I realize that she’s discussing the moment she met me. Red hot embarrassment spreads over my face. Gods of Olympus, that was a terrible evening for me. I was just so awestruck by her performance. She literally made me come down just to see her perform. I could barely contain my excitement when the show was over!

Will’s sunny voice stands out, amusement lacing his voice. “Speaking of dating, tell us about your new girlfriend. I don’t remember you telling me about her too much at our last Iris message.” 

My eyes widen. Girlfriend? I wasn’t aware Naomi was queer! A pang of guilt stabs me in the heart. What else don’t I know about my loved ones? I know I haven’t quite kept up with her, but shouldn’t I at least know this about her? 

Shouldn’t I know anything about the three of my exes?

The chatter continues for a bit longer. The adults discuss some more dating history, especially surrounding their humiliating encounters with me. I cower behind my newspaper, feeling only the heat of embarrassment under my skin. Why must I be such an idiot?

Perhaps this is why my children don’t seem to like to me too much. Because I only ever do things to embarrass them. Maybe I’m just a loser of a father.

As I wallow in my own pity, the conversation turns another direction. My ears strain a little more. This time Latricia is speaking, a whisper of nostalgia brushing through her words: “He sure was something. But I think that we can all agree on something: I’m glad he came into my life. Without him...” Her lips quirk into a smile and she brushes her fingers over Austin’s. “Well, without him, I don’t think we’d have each of you. He really brought light into our lives.” She sighs. “He may not have stuck along too much, but you three make it sound like he’s getting better. I’m just glad that... that you’re getting to talk with him again. It seems like he really is starting to care about his children.” Latricia’s eyes rove over all three children, eyes glimmering with satisfaction. “I’m glad he’s seeing you three in the same light as we do.”

My ears turn hot and a red blush coats my cheeks. She’s right; I do appreciate them. Without my children, I don’t know how I could have managed to get through everything I did. Even now, after all that’s happened, it feels as though I have nothing better to look forward to than knowing how amazing they are. Tears stab my eyes. 

And I almost jump out of my seat when someone calls, “You can stop hiding behind that newspaper, Apollo. We know it’s you.”

The voice surprises me so much I pop right back into my typical godly form, chiton and all. I’m already so embarrassed that I barely even realize that I’m half naked in public now. Grimacing, I stand and offer an awkward wave. “Ah, hello.”

Darren Knowles smiles at me, a knowing sparkle in his eyes. “You thought you were being stealthy, didn’t you?”

It’s been a while since I’ve really seen Darren, and the years have certainly aged him. Yet there’s still a flutter in my chest as I look at him. He doesn’t look so bad; he’s probably in his thirties or forties. I smile. “Well, I thought my godly powers would help disguise me.”

“Not as well as you thought,” Latricia remarks, smirking at me.

“How long have you known I was here?”

This time, Kayla speaks up. “Dad, we literally knew you were here the moment you got here.”

I blink. “And you didn’t call me out?”

Will shakes his head. “We wanted to see what you’d do. Gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t do anything too spontaneous. Good job.” 

He’s teasing me, but even then I feel a brush of humility come over me. “Well, I have to say that I didn’t quite know you three only come together to make fun of me.”

Naomi waves her hand in a dismissive manner. “Only to make sure our children know how lucky we are to have them.” Her eyes rove over me, almost as if judging how much I’ve changed. “I haven’t seen you in a while," she notes.

The three adults share a look, carrying a silent conversation with each other. Will, Austin, and Kayla watch me as if they expected me to do exactly this. Austin laughs. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

I shrug. “I just... I don’t know. I know I already see you three often enough, but I suppose I just wanted to see how things were going. Especially with your parents.” I glance at them, my cheeks blooming red. “I haven’t exactly been the best parent in the past. I just want to apologize. And let you know that your children... Well, they’re some of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. You’ve raised them better than I could ever have.”

Silence lingers in the air, waiting for someone to make the next move. Then Darren gestures to the food before them. “Why don’t you sit? I suppose we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”