#get ready for a bunch of doodle trash

[infinitenatones]

Let me be your stress relief

Steve's had a very boring Saturday grading papers and starts to remember one of the many times he and Eddie had Sex getting himself very worked up. But when Eddie gets home fuming from a shitty interview they both have the same idea on how to help Eddie get his frustrations out.

Explicit

Tags & Warnings - Smut, Mean!Eddie, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Steve, Rock Star!Eddie, Teacher!Steve, Anal Sex, Face Fucking, Spanking, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Degradation, Aftercare

5.8k words - Also on AO3

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It has been a particularly long and boring Saturday so far. Steve has spent the vast majority of the day grading his students papers and watching trash tv. Eddie has been out since morning doing an interview and photo shoot to promote the band's new album. “Finally, last paper done” Steve sighs as he places the final piece of work on top of the stack. He looks at his watch, 5:36pm perfect time for a glass of wine, desperately needing something after all that work. He could have a joint, Eddie had pre rolled a bunch before he left this morning, but Steve isn't a fan of smoking up by himself anymore. It's more enjoyable with Eddie and he always makes sure that Steve doesn't get too stoned, stress makes him chain smoke which is not a good idea, especially if it's joints he’s smoking. 

Steve shuffles to the kitchen, grabs the wine glasses and pours some merlot. “Shit” Eddie isn't back yet and he has instinctively poured him a glass. Well it’ll be ready for when he gets home, shouldn't be too much longer anyway, Steve thought as he walked over to turn the TV off and put some music on instead. He searches through their collection of tapes looking for a specific one. “There you are!” He smiles as he pulls out a rather scruffy looking cassette, the words, Songs for Stevie, scribbled on the paper surrounded by weird little doodles. It’s the first mixtape Eddie had ever made for him, was he a massive fan of all the songs? No, no he wasn’t, but Ed’s had put so much thought into it and he is missing him terribly today. Setting the music going Steve walks back to the kitchen with Judas Priest singing ‘Eat Me Alive’ reverberating round the apartment. He takes both glasses over to the coffee table, setting Eddie’s down for later and going straight in for a sip of his own barely making it onto the couch before the dark red hits his lips. Steve lets out a sigh and sinks into the couch as the gentle warmth of the wine trickles down his throat. 

The mixtape brings back so many memories from when they first got together, driving around in Eddie’s old van, getting high at skull rock, other sweet moments and of course the first time they kissed, soundtrack for that moment courtesy of Metallica. All the emotions and feelings from that period in time come flooding back to him. It was a scary yet exhilarating time for Steve, he’d never been in love with a guy before, didn't even realise he was into guys, but Eddie, oh Eddie, he made Steve feel things he’d never felt before and Eddie loved so loudly and much deeper than Steve knew what to do with at first.  It’s been years since they got together but Eddie never fails to make his heart flutter, he always seems to know exactly what Steve needs, often knowing him better than he knew himself. Their relationship had only gotten better with time, which Steve didn’t think was possible. But the years together had meant they had both learnt so much about each other, likes, dislikes, little habits they do, what makes them tick and the exactly what buttons to press to get the reaction they wanted from the other man. 

It's not very often that Steve’s home alone, apart from when Eddie is on tour, which is a horrible time to be Steve and an even worse time to be Eddie's band mates. Heaven help whoever Eddie is sharing a room with during that time as the phone calls Steve & Eddie have whilst apart are completely filthy and incredibly frequent. He’s not even away for long at all today in comparison but boy is Steve longing for his man. Now maybe it’s the large glass of wine or maybe it’s the mixtape, perhaps it’s both, but his mind starts to wander down the more intimate paths of memory lane. 

He drifts to one of his favourite memories, the first time he bottomed. Eddie very quickly quieted his nerves, he was so sweet and comforting, making sure that Steve knew that they could stop at any point and guaranteeing him that he would take care of him from beginning to end and after. He remembers the electricity that surged through him the first time he felt Eddie’s talented tongue worship his entrance. The way he ate him like it was the first meal he’d had in weeks. The feeling of his metal rings pinching his thigh a little as Eddie’s strong hands held him open, those same rings at his hole when Eddie slipped his fingers in for the first time. His cock twitches in his jeans at the memory, the fabric now incredibly tight against him. Steve’s head falls back and his eyes close as he reaches down to start palming himself through the denim, desperate for some relief but wanting more than anything for Eddie to be the one to provide that relief. He stays in the memory remembering the insane tidal wave of pleasure that consumed him the first time Eddie hit that sweet spot inside, a pleasure so intense that it threatened to tip him over the edge before even having Eddie’s cock inside him. When he did feel Eddie’s cock push inside him that first time it was painful, he was much bigger than Steve expected, the pain very quickly turned to pleasure though. Every time Eddie thrust into him was pure bliss, he had come undone with such intensity that it felt like he would never come down from the high. Eddie’s sweet kisses and gentle circles on his thigh helped him to relax and float back down. 

Steve’s jeans now feature a very prominent wet spot from his pre cum. Palming himself just isn’t doing it anymore, he wants to feel Eddie, needs to feel him. To have Ed’s  hands roam his body, his lips leaving marks claiming him, the dark chocolate curls wrapping around his fingers as he pressed Eddie face closer to him. A sinful moan fell from his lips mixing with the music of the mixtape. He was so lost in the moment and his desire for more that he almost missed the noise of keys being fumbled with by the door. Eddie’s gravelly voice muttering a string of  curses pulled him back into the room, his man is finally home and he seems pissed. Steve doesn’t mind though, having sex with Eddie when he’s annoyed is a delicious thing. Letting Eds use him to fuck out his frustrations was always intense and animalistic and Steve absolutely loved it. Plus the after cuddles were always so sweet and cozy, even when he was being used like a slutty little fuck toy Eddie made sure to remind him after of just how much he adored him.

The door swings open with such force that it threatens to come off its hinges. Steve's eyes dart over to the doorway and he is gifted with a vision of leather, mesh and ripped denim. His eyes drink in the man, slowly going over every inch of him until he reaches Eddie's face. His skin is flushed, brow furrowed and dark eyes made even more fierce by the eyeliner framing them. Steve was right Eddie is definitely pissed off about something, and anger just looks so sexy on him. Eddie turns around to close the door and by the time he's turned back Steve is right there, pupils blown wide with lust, handing him the glass of wine. 

“Shitty day handsome?” he asks as he drapes his arms around Eddie's neck, pressing a quick kiss just below his jaw. “That fucking interviewer!” Eddie snaps before taking a large swig of the wine. “He clearly didn't give a crap and had done no research into who we were at all!” Steve hums in response to Eddie, the harshness of his voice going straight to his dick. “He didn't even know all of our names, like what the hell dude?! I was so close to knocking him out, luckily for him Jeff was there to keep me somewhat level headed” He rants, all the while Steve is nuzzling his neck and placing soft kisses all over it. Eddie is so tense his body is practically vibrating from rage, he’s thankful for the wine he was given by Steve but he needs something else, something stronger, something guaranteed to get all the frustrations out. He continues his rant, the anger still bubbling inside causing him to barely notice Steve’s lips making their way to the sensitive spot behind his ear. It’s not until Steve subconsciously grinds onto Eddie’s thigh that he is enlightened about his boyfriend's current rock hard state. A wicked smirk spreads across his face, he’s just found the perfect stress relief. 

For the first time since he got through the door he really looks at Steve, his eyes are half lidded with lust and a crimson blush is spread across his cheeks. He looks incredible, gold rimmed glasses framing his beautiful hazel eyes, hair kind of messy and his oversized knitted sweater making him look oh so cosy. “Are you even listening to me?!” desire now mixing in with the frustration in his voice. “ ‘m listening…interviewer was shit, did no research” his words are lazy and half formed. He scoffs, almost laughing “You were barely listening at all! Do you even give a shit about my day?!” Eddie pushes him away and takes another large gulp from his glass of wine. Steve, upset at the loss of contact, takes a few steps back out of Ed’s space. “I care! It’s just, um well I…” Steve’s voice trails off as he shrinks into himself. “Were you touching yourself before I came home? Just couldn't wait could you, you little whore!” Steve dips his head in shame and he replies without words, just a little whimper confirming what Eddie already knew. Steve knows Eddie doesn’t mean what he said, it's all part of the game that they’ve entered into, a game both participants are very very happy to play. 

Eddie strides over to Steve backing him up against the kitchen counter, he slams one hand down onto the marble and puts down his glass before using the other to grip Steve’s jaw with just enough pressure to make a point. “What got you all riled up then huh? What’s got my slut so desperate and hard?” Eddie sneered inches away from Steve's face, his hot breath sending tingles down Steve’s spine and right to his core. Eddie doesn’t let go of his face as he stares him down waiting for a reply, his own arousal making itself known as it painfully presses against the rough denim of his jeans. Steve shuffles a bit under his gaze before answering, “Well, I was listening to our first mixtape and my mind kind of wandered to, well I started thinking of, um, the first time I, I bottomed” his voice trembling a bit, not from fear or embarrassment but from a deep hunger for the man in front of him. “Is that what you want huh, want me to fuck you?” Eddie slots his leg in between Steve’s thighs, the pressure causing him to whimper and grind his hips onto Eddie. “Cos I promise you this Sweetheart, if I fuck you tonight you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week” It’s a promise growled into Steve’s ear. His knees go weak and his hands instinctively grab onto Eddie for support. “Please, need you so much, use me, fuck out your frustrations, please Eddie!” he begs desperate and whiny, needing him so much right now. “Bedroom, now.” and with that Eddie steps out of his space and Steve practically runs to their room.

Eddie was pissed off but not at Steve, not in the slightest, getting to come home to him was the only good thing about today. He finishes his drink before heading into the bedroom, ready to give his man what he wanted and take what he needed in return. As he enters the dimly lit room he's greeted by his greek god of a boyfriend on his knees in the centre of the floor waiting for him so patiently. His grey sweater discarded, he presents himself in only his jeans and glasses knowing full well the effect it will have on Eddie. Steve’s eyes focus solely on Eddie as he slowly takes his leather jacket off and gently places it on the chest of draws. Eddie takes his time going purposefully slow which drives Steve wild, he wants Eddie and wants him now, he cant wait any longer. He wants Eds to rip him to pieces and put him back together again, to be completely engulfed by him and feel Eddie’s rage being thrust deep into his core. Eddie leaned up against the door allowing Steve a full view of the outfit he wore for the photo shoot. Ripped black denim jeans, shiny black Doc Martens, his signature guitar pick necklace and the pièce de résistance, a black mesh crop top leaving nothing to the imagination. Steve’s eyes dance over his body, every second spent staring makes him harder as he drinks in every inch of skin showing. His defined pecs, the tattoos that contrast so beautifully to his milky skin, the scars covering his torso and the tantalising strip of dark hair leading his eyes down to the bulge he wants to free from its denim prison. Steve is practically drooling and about ready to pounce on Eddie but he knows that's not the plan for tonight, no tonight he is Eddie’s plaything, his toy to use until every ounce of anger and frustration has exited his body.

After what feels like an eternity (it was barely 30 seconds) Eddie makes his way over to Steve, placing himself so his groin is mere inches away from his face. He takes Steve's chin and tilts his head up to look at him, he can see the desire clear as day in those beautiful big eyes. “Tsk, tsk, stripping without permission slut, do you need to be reminded of your place?” he teases, Steve nods in response purposefully breaking one of Eddie's rules in an attempt to rile him up more. “Words” he hisses as he tightens his grip on Steve’s face, he’s already pissed off the last thing he needs is a bratty Steve adding fuel to the fire. “S-sorry, please remind me Eddie”, before he can fully register what's happening Eddie is pulling him up to his feet and marching him over to the bed. Eddie places himself on the edge of the mattress, legs spread just far enough for Steve to stand between them. He leans back looking Steve up and down as a smirk spreads across his face, “Strip, underwear too” Steve goes to step backward to give himself more space to remove his jeans but Eddie firmly grabs his hips. “Oh no Sweetheart, you're staying here.” he chimes as he presses his fingers into Steve’s skin just enough to hurt a little. Staying where he was put Steve turns around so his backs to Eddie before undoing his jeans, bending forward to remove his clothing he feels a sudden pain on his ass. He immediately shoots upright and swings his head round to see what happened, Eddie is sitting there with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “Did you just bite me?!” Steve shrieks, a small laugh escapes Eddie’s lips “How could I not? Your ass was right in my face and it looked so very tasty, besides I think it's very clear you liked it.” His hand ever so lightly grazes Steve’s rock hard erection, teasing him, they both know Steve isn’t going to get his release any time soon. 

With his hands back on Steve’s waist he guides him so he's stood to one side of him before placing his hand firmly in the centre of his back and pushing him forward so he’s fully bent over Eddie’s lap. “Now I think 10 spanks is a fair punishment for your behaviour so far tonight, don't you?” The thought of the impending punishment causes Steve’s dick to twitch, he doesn't like to admit it but he really does enjoy pain every now and then. “Yes Eddie” he responds, turning his face to try and look at Eddie.  “Oh, my boy has finally remembered his manners.” he coos before sharply delivering the first hit. Steve's hips buck forward and he bites his lip in an attempt to stop his moan being audible to Eddie. “Color?”, “Green” Eddie may want to use Steve and fuck him raw tonight but he was gonna make sure Steve enjoyed it too. Regardless of what scenario they were playing out they’d regularly check in with each other using their system.  “Good, now count them outloud, or is 10 too high of a number for your little brain?” His tone is condescending and he rubs small soothing circles over the site of impact. “ ‘s not too high, can count them for you” Steve’s words are breathy, longing to feel the sting of Eddie's rings against his soft flesh again. Eddie spanks Steve alternating between cheeks and having no rhythm to the hits so as to keep him on edge with anticipation. Steve counts out every hit and he can't help but writhe and buck with each sting, Eddie quickly uses his free hand to hold on to Steve’s waist and keep him still until all 10 hits have been delivered. 

“Took them so well for me, such a good little slut.” The praise goes straight to Steve’s dick and Eddie definitely notices the way it twitches against his thigh. He braces himself on Eddie’s thigh as he tries to stand up, his legs wobbling beneath him like those of a newborn lamb. He falls to his knees with a resounding thud landing in between his boyfriend's legs. The dull ache from the smacks, the fresh burn of the carpet scraping his skin and the desperate desire to cum, all causing tears to prick at the corners of his eyes threatening to spill over. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He peered up at Eddie through damp lashes, his eyes silently pleading with him for more. Eddie gently brushes his knuckles along Steve’s cheek taking just a quick moment to provide some comfort before taking Steve exactly how he needs to. “Seems like you’re a mind reader sweetheart, you fell exactly where I wanted you.” he teases as he runs his hand across Steve’s jaw until his fingers reach Steve's mouth. He presses his middle and index fingers to Steve’s bottom lip demanding entrance into the wet heat. Steve opens willingly and savours the feeling of calloused fingers pumping in and out, the digits dancing with his tongue as he laps over every inch of them.

Eddie pulls his fingers from Steve with a pop and chuckles as Steve whimpers at the loss. “Please” he whines, hands flying to grab any part of Eddie he can reach but they’re stopped before his fingers can even get close to grazing the man in front of him. Eddie’s large hands wrap around his wrists and hold them firmly in place, “Oh baby, so fucking needy! Tonight is about me getting what I want, what I need. And what I need is to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Doesn't that sound like a great way for me to get some frustration out?” he cocks his head and a crooked grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. Reaching down to firmly place Steve’s hands on his thighs, their mouths get so close together that they’re sharing the same breath. He leans further into his space to whisper a single word in Steve’s ear, “Stay” a simple word that holds so much weight. Steve knows to obey lest he receive another round of punishment. He waits so patiently as Eddie stands to his full height towering above him, he stares as Eddie's long ringed fingers deftly undo the handcuff belt buckle and the buttons holding up his jeans. His eyes practically burn into Eddie’s flesh as his cock springs free, fully erect and teasingly glistening at the tip from pre cum. Steve licks his lips and salivates at the site of his long awaited prize, regardless of how many times he’s seen this perfect dick it always amazes him. The sheer length of it was impressive alone, then you mix in the girth and the way it curved towards the tip, oh that sinful curve, it’s enough to drive a man wild. 

Eddie carefully removes Steve's glasses and sets them aside making sure they're out of the way and aren't at risk of being damaged. He turns back to his boyfriend and cards his fingers through Steve’s silky locks admiring how soft his hair is before tightly grabbing a handful of it at his crown and giving a sharp pull forcing Steve to look up at him. Steve hisses at the pain but it's quickly forgotten as the floaty feeling of slipping fully into subspace creeps in. He absolutely delights in the times he gets to sub, loving the feeling of completely handing over control to Eddie, being able to just exist without worrying about anything and the beautiful fuzzy out of body experience of subspace that only heightens his pleasure. “Hands on my thighs, I don't want to feel them leave my body. If they do, I'll assume you're touching yourself and you will be punished.” He places his hands as requested and brushes his thumbs over the soft flesh happy to finally be permitted to touch. “Good boy, now eyes on me the whole time and if it's too much, pinch me, hard.” 

Keeping one hand in Steve's hair he uses his other to grab the base of his cock and tap the head on those rosy lips. Opening his mouth wide he flattens out his tongue and takes a deep breath before Eddie slides himself into him. He starts slowly at first, gently rocking his hips and staring into the hazel pools of lust below him that are framed by a deep crimson blush. The sight is too much for him and his hips snap forward and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his guttural moan fills the room. Steve gags slightly at the sudden hit to the back of his throat. He has no time to recover before Eddie starts his onslaught of thrusts deep into his throat. Looking up at the blissed out face above him fills him with pride as he knows he’s giving Eddie exactly what he needs. Eddie’s eyes flit back down to the man below him taking in the full sight of his man taking his length so perfectly. “Deep breath”  his sex drunk voice graciously giving a heads up and letting Steve know exactly what's coming. He’s incredibly thankful for the warning as next thing he knows the firm grip in his hair is pushing him completely flush against the dark curls at Eddie’s base. Taking a deep breath through his nose he’s hit with the full musk of Eddie Munson, the scent adding to the medley of his senses. His earthy yet sweet smell mixed with the taste and weight of him has Steve moaning in ecstasy. The vibrations travel through Eddie and hit his core full force causing the knot in his stomach to tighten with pleasure. 

Eddie pulls Steve off him with one quick tug of his hair, both men's breathing shaky and shallow. They take a moment to calm their breaths and Eddie’s grip loosens ever so slightly in Steve’s hair. Steve’s hands never leave Eddie’s thighs, he so badly wants to touch himself to alleviate the ache growing in his groin. But deep down he knows that waiting for Eddie to bring him to orgasm will be far better than anything he could do on his own. “Color?” he puffs aware of how rough he’s being with him and although Steve hasn't tapped out he needs to make sure that it's not too much. “G’green, v’very green” the raspiness of his voice sends shivers down Eddie’s spine and nestles deep in his heat. Deep in his blissful subspace Steve instinctively opens his mouth again ready for another round. “Show me how much you need me, put that talented tongue of yours to use” Eddie hums as he strokes the back of Steve's head. More than happy to comply, Steve sets to work on bringing Eddie as much pleasure as possible. He licks a long strip from base to tip along the thick vein running up the underside of Eddie's shaft before giving his tantalising head the treatment it deserves. Taking him into his swollen lips he swirls his tongue round the sensitive tip and laps at the slit eliciting a cacophony of moans and curses from the man towering above him. Setting a steady pace Steve slides his mouth up and down Eddie's erection using his tongue to add a light pressure exactly how Eddie likes it. 

It’s not long before Eddie reaches his limit and the knot in his core threatens to snap. Without a word he pulls Steve up to meet him and crashes his lips against him in a bruising kiss. Steve’s eyes flutter shut and he whimpers into the kiss, his jaw going slack allowing Eddie to push his tongue in and devour him. The kiss was harsh and needy, teeth clashing and hands exploring each other's bodies. Eddie slides his hands round Steve’s waist and picks him up before turning around and throwing him onto the mattress. Steve’s eyes shoot open with shock, his pupils blown wide and sweat beading on his forehead and pecs. Quickly grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table Eddie crawls onto the bed and positions himself between his boyfriend's thick thighs. He leans over him and starts to suck bruises down Steve's neck and onto his chest. Steve’s head falls back onto the pillow “F’fuck Eddie!” he wails, his nerves lighting up like fireworks as he’s finally being touched how he’s wanted all evening. 

Eddie splays his fingers and trails his hands up Steve’s torso until they reach his pecks. His thumbs flick over his already hard nipples, pinching and rubbing at them causing Steve to writhe beneath him. “ ‘m gonna fuck you so hard.” he whispers between sucking and biting and Steves flesh. His body presses against Steve’s cock providing some much needed friction, Steve’s hands slide under the mesh crop top to grip and claw at Eddie’s back. Eddie lets out a primal groan before tearing himself away from his boyfriend's body. He grabs the lube and goes to pour some on his fingers but Steve reaches out to stop him. “No, need you now, don't wanna prep”, Eddie’s hand speeds down and delivers a sharp swat to Steve's cheek.  “Since when does my fuck toy get to demand something from me?! You’re supposed to be getting rid of my anger, not adding to it.” There’s a darkness in his eyes and a passionate fury in his voice. “S’sorry Eddie, just need you” he snivels whilst delighting in the stinging pain radiating across his face from the point of impact. “‘S gonna hurt, you want that huh? Want me to hurt you Stevie?” Steve’s hand grips at Eddie’s forearm “Please Eddie, please!” he begs. 

Eddie removes Steve's hand from his arm and places it on the pillow above his head. He puts down the lube and grabs the condom, tearing it open with his teeth and carefully rolling down his shaft, Steve stares in anticipation. Picking up the lube he squeezes a large amount directly onto Steve's entrance, the cold gel causing shivers to travel through Steve. Grabbing his erection he slides it through the dripping liquid making sure to cover himself generously. Using one hand he grips onto the beautiful boy's hip to stabilise himself as he lines himself up and slowly pushes in. 

Having no prep means that pushing in is somewhat difficult, Eddie’s thick cock stretching Steve wide as he forces past the tight ring of muscle. It burns as Eddie enters but it’s what he asked for, what he needs, he is however incredibly thankful for the frankly obscene amount of lube Eddie used. Steve relaxes as best he can, knowing the more relaxed he is the easier it will be for Eddie and the less it will hurt for him. Eventually Eddie bottoms out and Steve lets out a blissful sigh at the sensation of being completely full, Eddie stills giving them both time to adjust to the feeling. But not one to waste a moment he leans forward and takes one of Steve's nipples into his mouth biting and sucking at the sensitive bud the stimulation leaves Steve mewling. After feeling Steve completely relax he starts thrusting into him, slowly at first, enjoying the warmth and pleasure of Steve’s velvety walls tensing around him. But it’s not enough he needs more and by the look on Steve’s face he needs more as well. 

“Hold onto the headboard and don't let go” he growls before grabbing the back of Steve’s thighs and pushing them up towards his stomach allowing him to get a better angle. Eddie’s new pace is relentless and every harsh thrust hits Steve perfectly in that sweet spot. The room is filled with the symphony of skin slapping against skin, harmonising moans and the practically religious chanting of Eddie’s name. All the pain of the unprepped entry slipped to the back of his mind and was replaced with pure ecstasy, after needing to be fucked all day he was finally getting what he so desperately craved. “So fucking tight, fuck, God fuck!” His fingers gripped tighter onto Steve’s thighs, his rings pinching at the tender flesh. Steve hopes he leaves marks, handprints seared onto him as a secret reminder that he can carry around with him. 

“So close” Steve’s voice barely above a whisper, his orgasm within reach as his mind floats deeper into another world entirely, focusing on nothing but the sensations of Eddie, being completely enveloped in him. Eddie lets go of Steve’s legs and stretches one hand wide to restrain Steve’s wrists on the pillow above his head and the other wraps around his throat. The rough calluses, caused by years of endless guitar playing, squeeze the soft sides of Steve’s throat. The lack of oxygen causing him to float ever deeper, well and truly in his subspace. He comes undone, hips bucking up towards Eddie. Eddie releases his grip on his throat and Steve screams Eddie's name as the hot ropes of his release spill onto his stomach and chest. 

Eddie doesn’t slow down his pace, he continues on chasing his own high. Tears fall from Steve at the overstimulation, he wriggles underneath him but Eddie has him firmly pinned to the bed. “Such a good l-little slut for me, m-my slut, say it!” He fumbles over his words, the knot in his core ready to break. “ You’re slut, n-no one else's, all yours” Steve breathy words tip him over the edge. His thrusts falter and the knot snaps, he collapses on top of Steve as his orgasm fills the condom. They lay there for a moment in silence revelling in unbridled bliss, their hot breaths dancing across sweaty skin. 

Eddie pulls out and quickly removes and ties off the condom before throwing it into the trash. He gently presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s forehead “Gonna grab you some water and a towel to clean up, I’ll be right back I promise.” he whispers into Steve’s ear, he gets just a small mumble in response Steve is still fully lost in his own head. He returns as quickly as he can and places the glass of water on the bedside table. “Stevie ‘s okay if I clean you up?” his voice is so gentle and full of compassion. Steve simply nods and Eddie sets to work gently swiping the cloth over Steve’s stomach cleaning him up as best as possible. He finishes up and collapses on the bed next to his man. He pulls him in close and strokes a hand through Steve’s hair and over his cheek. Steve snuggles into Eddie and sighs before allowing his eyes to flutter open. “Hey pretty boy you back with me?” He looks into Steve’s eyes and he swears he can see the entire universe in them. “H-hey handsome” his throat burns a little from Eddie’s earlier onslaught and the noises that forced their way out of him.

Eddie sits up on the bed and gently moves Steve to sit between his thighs, his back slumping against his chest. He reaches for the water, gives it to his boyfriend and encourages him to drink. Steve sips the cool liquid, it soothes him as it trickles down his throat. Once he’s done he sinks further into Eddie and reaches for his tattooed arms to wrap around himself. “How’re you feeling handsome?” Eddie asks as he places sweet kisses into Steve's hair. He nestles further into Eddie wanting to be completely consumed by his embrace. “I’m amazing, but, but how’re you? Not angry?” He can't help but giggle a little at Steve's question, it’s so genuine but how can he be anything other than happy right now? “No Sweetheart, I’m not angry anymore.” Steve can hear his smile, he intertwines his fingers with Eddie’s and without a thought Eddie starts rubbing small soothing circles over Steve’s knuckles. “Did I do good, was I a good boy for you?”, “Oh Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. You were perfect baby, so very good for me.” 

Eddie can tell Steve is tired before he yawns, He moves Steve so he’s laying down and quickly takes off his top before joining him and pulling up the covers. Steve turns to face Eddie and wraps himself around him like a Koala clinging to a branch. They lie there limbs tangled up in each other exchanging multiple of the most loving kisses. He smiles wide as he looks into Eddie’s eyeliner smudged chocolate eyes “So glad I could be what you needed”. Eddie smiles like a cheshire cat and his eyes twinkle with pure unadulterated love. “Maybe you’re students will piss you off this week and I can return the favour” “Oh I’m counting on it!” Steve chuckles, Eddie kisses the tip of his nose and squeezes him tighter. They stay linked together listening to each other's breathing as they drift off into the most peaceful sleep.

[bittersweet-pagan-duck]

Left to Make Cookies

Okay yeah I’ve been gone for like two weeks or something and haven’t posted anything in forever and I don’t even have that many followers but hey all of you mean a lot to me so the least I can do is taking ten minutes to draw something in MS paint to explain to you guys why I was gone for so long cause hey maybe one of you out there care, heh

So mostly just been really busy with school and stuff and my computer crashed two times meaning whatever I was working on was lost (twice)

But now I’m doing a little better and found some time to draw so I’m just gonna post a bunch of MS paint doodles I did today while chilling with a friend, heh, hope you guys like them!

[missmitchieg]

Father's Day With The Molina Family

Julie woke up a couple of hours earlier than usual and got ready for the day as quietly as possible, pulling on a comfy sweater and lacing up her doodle sneakers. She sneaked out of the house and made a bee-line for the garage, pulling the doors open. "Morning, boys." She said with a smile.

Luke looked up from where he and Reggie were sat on the couch, quietly trying to figure out a melody for their latest new song and grinned, perking up. "Hey, Julie!"

"Hi, Julie!" Reggie smiled and gave a little wave, always happy to see his adopted sister and favorite lifer.

"Morning, Julie." Alex piped up from where he was sat in his chair, content to sit and listen to the music Luke and Reggie were making. "What's up?"

"Do you guys remember what day it is?" Julie asked.

"Uhhh, Sunday?" Luke tried after a few seconds of thinking, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched.

Julie snickered softly and pushed her hair off her shoulder. "It's Father's day."

"OH. Sweet!" Reggie nodded with a smile.

"Who wants to help me make breakfast in bed for dad?" Julie grinned as all three boys raised their hands and abandoned their seats, poofing into the kitchen. She shook her head and rolled her eyes fondly, leaving the garage to go back inside. As she walked inside, she was greeted with three ghost boys waiting for her in the kitchen.

Reggie was bouncing on his heels as he opened a pack of bacon, super excited to surprise Ray with some good food.

Luke was busying himself by grabbing ingredients to make pancakes.

Alex was grabbing an egg carton to make some scrambled eggs.

Julie chuckled as she washed her hands quickly and turned on the heat, dropping a few slices of bacon into the pan. She watched Alex wash his hands and crack a few eggs into the pan, handing him the spatula. She googled a recipe for pancakes and put her phone on the counter, pointing to things she couldn't reach for Luke or Alex to grab.

Julie started the coffee maker, having exactly how her father liked his coffee memorized after years of watching her mother make and pour Ray his cup of coffee every morning.

"Ok, instructions say whisk together one cup of flour, two tablespoons of sugar, two teaspoons of baking powder, and half a teaspoon of salt in a small bowl." Alex read aloud as he scrambled the eggs and seasoned them with salt and pepper. "Whisk together one cup of milk, two tablespoons of unsalted and melted butter, and one large egg in a medium bowl."

Luke nodded and grabbed the measuring spoons, tilting his head. "Teaspoon is the small one and tablespoon is the bigger one, right?" He asked just to be sure.

"Yeah, they're both engraved." Julie nodded. "The teaspoon says tsp and the tablespoon says tbsp."

"Oh, I see." Luke smiled and put the dry ingredients in the small bowl while Julie worked on measuring and pouring the wet ones, checking the next directions.

"What are you doing?"

Julie looked up when she heard Carlos, giving him a smile. "Breakfast for dad."

"Can I help?"

"You can grab strawberries and whipped cream." Julie offered.

Carlos nodded and did just that, stealing a strawberry for himself.

Julie chuckled, giving him an 'I saw nothing' look. "The boys said hi."

"Oh, hey." Carlos smiled, waving in the direction Julie pointed.

"Ok, now we gotta mix everything in the bigger bowl, but pour it slowly." Julie carefully poured the dry ingredients in with the wet while Carlos mixed it together.

"Luke, grab a paper towel and vegetable oil for me while I heat up the skillet."

Luke nodded and grabbed what Julie asked for, watching her oil up the skillet.

Julie poured the batter onto the skillet while Alex and Reggie flipped the bacon again.

When they looked bubbly enough, Luke surprisingly successfully flipped the nicely browned pancakes over.

Julie poured the coffee into Ray's favorite mug and poured in sugar.

The group finished cooking and decorated the food with strawberries, whipped cream and jam, sneaking upstairs to Ray's bedroom with a tray of food just as he was waking up.

"Morning, papa!"Julie smiled.

"Happy Father's Day!" The group of kids yelled cheerfully as Julie placed the tray into Ray's lap.

Ray perked up and rubbed his eyes as his half asleep brain registered the scene in front of him. He smiled as he sat up and shook his head at the food in his lap. He really did have the best kids in the world. "You kids made all of this?"

"Well, I grabbed whipped cream and strawberries and helped mix the pancake batter." Carlos shrugged with a smile.

"I love you kids."

"Love you, dad." Julie and Carlos said together and smiled, laughing when Carlos' stomach growled.

"Sounds like someone else needs some food in them." Julie joked with an eyeroll. "Come on. I'll pour your cereal." She told him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Enjoy your breakfast, dad." She said before walking back downstairs to the kitchen, the boys poofing down immediately. "Hey, boys."

Carlos laughed and sat at the counter, watching Julie grab a bowl and spoon.

"Which one do you want today? We've got Cocoa Puffs, Cheerios, Lucky Charms, or Fruity Pebbles."

"Are they chocolate or regular Lucky Charms?"

"Regular."

"Cocoa Puffs." Carlos decided.

Julie nodded and poured the cereal in, Luke pouring the milk. "Thanks, Luke." She smiled as she placed the bowl of cereal in front of Carlos, watching Alex toast more bread. She chuckled as he buttered the bread and placed strawberries and blueberries on top, presenting the plate to her. "Thank you, Alex."

"Having a bunch of ghost friends is so cool."

"I promise you it never gets less cool." Julie assured him and but into her toast. "Hey, how's a park picnic sound to you guys?"

"I'm in!" Carlos nodded before shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

"Me, too!" Alex agreed.

"And me!" Luke grinned.

"Me, too!" Reggie raised a hand.

"Everyone's in."

The kids waited for Ray to finish eating and come downstairs and immediately ran to him, giving their best puppy dog eyes. "Dad, can we go to the park today?"

"Yeah, let's have a picnic!" Julie clasped her hands together, bouncing on her heels. "It'll be fun!"

Ray raised his eyebrows at the sudden ambush, but was touched at his kids' insistence to spend the day together. He smiled and nodded, hugging them both tightly.

The family threw out the trash and put the dirty dishes away to clean at the end of the day, spending a few hours in front of the TV. They marathoned the Star Wars movies together, the phantoms sitting on the floor in front of them.

Later, the family started to prepare some food for the picnic and left the house, heading to the park.

Julie smiled as she found a nice spot to put down the blanket, sitting down in her blue dress. She watched her father and little brother sit down, Ray on her left and Carlos on her right.

They spent three hours at the park, one eating and the next two running and playing.

Later, the family went to a bowling alley, Julie currently having the most strikes.

Julie grinned as she threw the ball and hit her twelfth strike, the ghosts cheering for her. She was getting a little better at not reacting to them in front of people who still thought they were holograms, so she just smiled as she won the game and shrugged, sipping from her water bottle.

"How are you this good at bowling?" Carlos asked, shaking his head.

"Lucky day, I guess." Julie said simply. "Wanna play again?"

Carlos nodded, and the family ended up playing two more times, Carlos winning the second and Ray winning the last.

Eventually, they all decided they were exhausted and it was time to leave, so they went home and ate a quick lasagna dinner before the family crashed on the couch together.

"Woo! Best. Day. Ever!" Julie decided, leaning her head against Ray's shoulder.

"Agreed." Ray nodded.

"Definitely. We should do that every Father's Day."

"I'm down." Julie told them.

"Have I mentioned I love you?"

"Yes, papa." Julie chuckled. "We love you, too."

"Love you, dad."

Luke, Alex and Reggie smiled and high fived as he watched them, Julie discreetly smiling back at her boys.

Yep, this was definitely the best day ever.

[miraculous-rewrite]

Miraculous Rewrite- Hero Heart (a Puppeteer 2 Overhaul)

I think we deserve a little break from last episode, huh?

We open in a small elementary school. A harried looking kindergarten teacher is darting across the little playground in the back, shouting for this or that child to not sit on top of the monkey bars, or not to eat the paste. 

The havoc reigns for a time, as a bunch of 4-5 year olds are being their ornery selves. But we shift focus to one of those ‘jungle gym in the shape of a castle’ like structures. And who do we see at the top of the tower but our favorite little hellion, Manon. Manon is toting a ruler like a sword and we can see a little paper mache ring around her finger. She’s aiming her “sword” at one kid on the ground who’s got a beanie on in his best attempt to look “dangerous,” and she slides down the attached slide shouting ‘In the name of Paris!’ and Noel charges forward with a ruler of his own, an orange necklace around his neck made of beads and wires to look like a fox tail. He goes down the slide (and does NOT go “wheeee”), before sticking the landing to attack the “akuma,” and three more kids charge from out behind trees and a bench. 

The twins Ella and Etta come from behind trees, Ella with a yellow hair clip with hand-painted and sloppy black stripes and a macaroni necklace that serves as her “trompo,” and Etta has red stickers on her earlobes, jumping into the air in an effort to tackle the “akuma.” And who should pop out from behind the bench but Xuan (because Kim’s brothers still exist), wielding a trash can lid he picked up out of nowhere to use as his turtle shield. 

“I see you six at the jungle gym! No Playing Heroes! Not after what happened to Rodney!” Manon whines at the Kindergarten teacher’s harsh tone, but does lower her ruler, and the others follow suit, all equally bummed.

“But it wasn’t OUR fault Rodney fell from the-!”

“But he was playing the game, it’s too violent for schoolyard play.” the teacher insists and Manon pouts, sitting down on the ground. “Come now, you all had games BEFORE you started playing heroes, you can play those games.”

The “akuma” yanks the beanie off his head, revealing himself to be Vihn, and he quickly tosses the beanie at his brother, who makes an affronted noise before wrastling off to the side. 

Ella, Etta and Noel, meanwhile, appear to seem as put out as Manon, but Noel brightens up after a moment and tugs Manon’s sleeve. “Wanna play Akumas?”

Manon brightens up, and darts to her feet “Puppeteer will return tonight and she’ll be the coolest Akuma ever!”

“Not if the Sapotis have anything to say about it!” Ella and Etta chime in.

“Oh just you wait until Chrismaster has his fun!” Noel agrees.

Cue intro

We switch back to the Lycee now, In the middle of a lesson, an unnamed history teacher droning on and on about the June Rebellion of 1832, When one cuts to the classroom one can see this teacher is about as captivating as the ghost teacher from harry Potter, everyone looks ready to fall asleep, even the otherwise more studious kids like Ali, Max, and Adrien. 

Just as the teacher turns to the blackboard one can see a few people slipping each other notes, Sabrina and Lila share a joke before Lila slips it to Ali so the three of them chuckle lightly together. Marinette shares a doodle with Alya whom suppressed a laugh. Adrien gets Chloe's attention and shoots her three weird faces in a row before she finally breaks and has to turn away, else laugh and break the silence. There are a few more of these, Kim is doing that whole ‘I’m not touching you’ thing with Max, his finger exactly an inch away from Max’s cheek. Nathaniel is happily doodling, forgetting the world.

The teacher turns back to the class and all of them immediately look like they’ve been taking avid notes.

It’s highschool what did you expect?

Sure enough though the class ends, much to everyone’s relief, and coming up next is lunch. The normal cliques all gather back together and for a moment we actually follow Lila and Sabrina, the two of them debating a pair of nearby Cafes to eat at. Just as Sabrina is explaining the absolutely HEAVENLY Paninis this one place by the park has her gaze flickers to the side and she notices Chloe over at Team Miraculous’ table. The two make eye contact, before Sabrina’s face hardens and she grabs Lila’s arm pointedly, loudly stating that Lila can pick today.

Chloe’s expression hardens as well and she turns back to her own group, loudly stating that Father is trying out some new menu items in the hotel restaurant if they wanted to taste test.

The group of Team Miraculous are behind the Lila and Sabrina Duo, and if Lila got jolted a little by Amber’s shoulder as they passed the two by, well, she doesn’t have any proof does she? But just as they’re beginning to head out Marinette’s phone chimes. She checks it and humms. “Hey guys, Nadja just said she’s gotta work through this story over lunch and she needs someone to pick up Manon, you mind grabbing me something to go?”

“Why would she be texting a Lycee student to use up her lunch hour instead of a proper nanny?” Alya huffs. “If my parents have an issue with Ella and Etta they usually send Nora, since she works nights. Schedules matter!”

“Calm down Alya, Nadja’s got a demanding schedule, it’s hardly like She’s asking me to take Manon to class with me.” 

“Do you want any of the new menu or should I just grab you that pasta dish you always order?” Chloe’s already on her phone, likely making a note.

“The pasta dish.” Marinette parts from the group to head off, but to her Surprise Nino splits off with her. 

“Eh, might as well say hi to Noel, right? ‘Sides Adrien knows what I like.”

Adrien grins. “Yeah, I’ll get you the vegan special.” 

“DUDE!” 

Marinette chuckles as the two of them turn the corner and head for the Kindergarten.

Speaking of the Kindergarten though we cut back there. And sure enough the children’s games weren’t appreciated by the teacher, Manon, Ella, Etta, and Noel are all in time out at different corners of the room. Xuan and Vihn are in the middle of a stern talking to about fighting in school, though the boys insist that it wasn’t FIGHTING it was WRASTLING. Their big brother made sure they always knew the difference. 

The teacher experiences a brief “war flashback” to the days of Kim in kindergarten. Kim (as seen by a red baseball shirt) with an equally rowdy Marinette in a headlock, Nino and Alix at either of his sides pulling at his arms to no avail. 

“They wouldn’ta been wrastlin if we were playin heroes!” Manon breaks the cardinal rule of Time out, and speaks up, borderline shouting to be heard from halfway across the room. 

“That’s another 5 minutes young lady!” 

Manon sticks her tongue out. 

“Try me again and I’m telling your Mother!”

Manon jolts to her feet, apparently more in reflex than anything and shouts “But that’s not fair!”

“Yes it is! We have rules and you broke them! Now sit back down, your Mother will know about this when she comes to pick you up.”

Marinette and Nino arrive at this “perfect” moment, Marinette knocking on the doorframe to the classroom. “Uhh, I’m here to pick up Manon for Nadja? I’m her babysitter.” 

All at once, chaos reigns supreme as all the kids cry out “Marinette!” and tackle her. The suffering of knowing every single troublemaker in this classroom. Nino does however catch Noel before he can join the child pile that’s formed, holding his shoulders and kneeling onto the ground. 

“Hey hey, little man, why’re you all in time out?” 

Noel seems reluctant, puffing out his cheeks and twapping his legs lightly, avoiding eye contact. Before he finally looks down and grumbles “We were playing heroes.”

“You were playing… heroes?” At Nino’s question Xuan and Vihn speak up from their place in the Marinette Pile. 

“One person’s the akuma and the rest are the heroes and we fight the bad guy!”

“It’s really fun because if you’re Chat Noir or Rena Rogue you can swordfight!”

“It’s a fun game and people don’t get hurt unless they’re being stupid about it!” Manon yells again, this time defiantly.

“Manon Chamack, you should know better!” The teacher gasps. “You know we don’t say words like that here, And in front of Marinette, too?” 

Marinette blushes, looking off to the side in embarrassment. 

“Well since Ms. Chamack isn’t going to be here TO pick up Manon, it seems as though I’m going to have to call her later, Heroes isn’t allowed anymore after one of our kids got injured falling from the jungle gym, and The lot of them SHOULD have known better.” She shoots Manon in particular a strict look. Manon’s face turns bright red and she stiffly walks over to hug Marinette’s leg. “I’m sorry if this was all a bit much for you Marinette.”

“It… It’s fine.” Marinette answers uncertainly before picking up Manon and hiking her onto her hip. “We’ll just be on our way.”

“Don’t get into any more timeouts lil’ Man.” Nino offers a fist bump to Noel, whom happily returns it. “Ma won’t be too happy to come pick you up and see you’ve got a timeshare in the corner now.” Noel giggles and promises Nino that he won’t. It’s very wholesome.

Juxtaposed against Manon clinging stubbornly to Marinette’s shoulders and sniffling into her shirt. “It’s just a game! I just wanna play pretend!”

“It’ll be okay Manon, you guys can play heroes when you’re not in school.” Marinette tries to reason but now the teacher is shooting her a look too.

“No one’s saying you can’t play pretend Manon, but it’s dangerous to play at being heroes where you can get other people hurt.” The teacher states instead. 

“But that’s boring! I played pretend as an Akuma before! N’ so did Noel! N’ So did Ella and Etta! I wanna be a hero now! I never get to be a hero! I’m always a monster and I wanna play the hero now!”

 Marinette tries to calm Manon with a hug, but she’s an angry lil bean and struggles out of Marinette's grip until she’s put down and runs to her cubby. She pulls out her little backpack and from the little backpack pulls out the paper mache ring she was playing as Chat Noir with. She slides it back on her finger and marches back over to Marinette, her gaze determinedly on the floor.

She walks in front now, marching ahead of a still rather shocked Marinette and marches through the door.

“I’ll uh.. I’ll try to calm her down.” Marinette whispers. “Maybe we can get an apology out of her before the day’s up.”

“She’ll probably come into school with one tomorrow after her mother finds out.” The teacher says exhausted. “That’s how it was with your lot. That’s how it’ll be when she’s old enough to babysi-!” She’s cut off with the door blasting off its hinges. 

Sure enough standing in the doorframe is a lil black suited Manon, in Chat Noir’s old outfit no less. Scrunchies with little bells holding her pigtails back.

“Who wants to play heroes?” She chirps “Hero Heart wants to be Kitty Noir, but I need a Ladybug!”

Marinette and Nino share a look, and Nino taps out a quick message on his phone (held behind his back) with one hand, his other hand still on Noel’s shoulder trying to hold him in place and keep him away from Hero Heart. 

Marinette, meanwhile, has her hands on Xuan and Vihn, whispering to each of them before Vihn darts forward, ducking under Hero Heart’s hand and out into the hallway, clearly being sent to alert the other teachers and then to go and hide, as the faster of the twins. 

This does, however, mean that Ella and Etta were NOT held by anyone, and for all that they SHOULD know better, they are just as much of gremlins and hellions as Manon can be, and they are also angry at their teacher, so they run up amidst the outcry of “No!” from the teens and teacher alike, and Hero Heart grins, tapping one of Etta’s sticker earrings and Ella’s hair clip. 

“Two for one special!” 

Ella and Etta both fall over, as though instantly knocked out. The teacher as well as Marinette and Nino are at this point trying to corral all the rest of the panicking children outside, Nino’s got a vice grip on Noel, and Manon’s excited gaze turns to him.

“We need our fox! Ladybird! Buzzy Bee! Go get our Foxtrot!” 

“Noel… please tell me you’re not…” 

“... I am.” 

Ella and Etta’s tiny voices pipe up ‘Transform me!’ each and Ladybird and Buzzy Bee stand, one in Classic Ladybug outfit, the other in the gone but not forgotten classic Queen Bee look. 

Nino pivots on his heel, trying to get Noel out of there faster, but two wires, one from a yoyo the other from a trompo wrap around his ankles and send him to the ground. Nino is able to twist as he falls as to not crush Noel, but that does leave Noel open for Hero Heart to run over and lift his macaroni pendant in her hand and give it a playful smooch. 

Noel flops over onto Nino just as Nino is able to get his legs free. 

“Hey Xuan, were you playing their game, too?” Marinette questions, and the little boy nods, leaving her to sigh in resignation. “Turtle?” Another nod. 

“What about Vihn?”

“He was the Akuma.”

“Squirtle! Your turn! Where’d you put your bracelet?” 

Xuan places a hand over his wrist, ducking behind Marinette. 

Hero Heart pouts and prods Noel again. “Come on Foxtrot, don’t be a lazybones!” Noel groans but dutifully mutters ‘transform me’ 

“Okay guys! We gotta get Squirtle back before we can play Heroes!” Hero Heart chirps, and the kids all gather up to huddle together, by now the classroom has been mostly emptied except for Nino, Marinette, the teacher, and Xuan. 

Marinette turns Xuan to the teacher and tells him to run away, they can’t play the game without him. 

Unfortunately these kids know how Ladybug plays the game, so just as Xuan leaves from behind Marinette to run to the teacher Ladybird darts out with her Yoyo and grapples him, the same grapple move Ladybug does.

“Yay! Good job Ladybird!” Hero Heart bounces up and down. Marinette and the teacher both try to undo the wire, and Nino tries to intercept Hero Heart, but little Foxtrot gets in the way, and Nino’s sure as hell not gonna hit his baby brother, so he gets distracted by lifting the struggling child and Hero Heart is able to grab Xuan’s wrist. Just as he falls limp Hero Heart wakes him up. Ladybird lets him go just as he turns into Squirtle.

 “Okiedoke! Time to play heroes now!” Hero Heart cries out happily. “But… Hm… Something’s missing…” Hero Heart mutters, tapping her chin. “What is it…?”

“We need a villain to fight!” Buzzy Bee answers “Heroes can’t be heroes without villains!”

“Oh yeah! Vihn didn’t wanna play with us, so who should be the villain?”

“.... Oh, Missus Auclair….” the five children chime at once “You didn’t want us to play, But now you’re gonna HAVE to.”

Marinette is able to seize an opportunity and scoops Manon into her arms. “Manon, I know you want to play but this isn’t gonna be any fun! Believe me being a hero isn’t fun it’s super scary!”

“Y-Yeah! What Marinette said! It’s all running around and fighting monsters and there’s no way it’s actually FUN!” Nino chimes in, still holding a struggling Foxtrot. “I mean, we wouldn’t know, but there’s enough grimdark comics out there to prove this stuff must be super scary!”

“But heroes always win the fight, and we wanna be heroes!” Hero Heart shouts. “And we can’t be heroes without a villain!

“Ms. Auclair you might want to leave before they make you play along.” Nino glances at the teacher, whom hesitates for a moment before nodding and making a break for it.

“SOMEONE STOP HER!” Hero Heart cries out, and Squirtle jumps into action, throwing his shield in a very Nino-esque way before it swipes Ms. Auclair’s feet out from under her.

But just as the other children approach to try and bring their teacher to Hero Heart, a trompo swings out like a makeshift yoyo around the teacher’s waist, pulling her out of the classroom and to the arms of Bellflower. 

“Hi!” Bellflower chirps “Playtime get a little out of control?” The teacher sighs as Bell places her down, turning her in the direction of the higher grades classrooms. “Not to worry we’ll have everyone back before naptime!”

“Thank you.” Ms. Auclair huffs, but before she can actually get away another trompo wire zips out, right between bellflower and Ms. Auclair, wrapping around the doorhandle across the hall.

“Nu-uh! You can’t take our Bad guy!” Buzzy Bee chides, grappling her trompo and rocking forward, grabbing Ms. Auclair by the back of her shirt as she passes them by. “Hero Heart ya gotta get free!”

“I’m working on it!” Hero Heart calls back, she’s just barely able to keep her squirmy Miraculous hand out of Marinette’s grasping hold. Then she finally holds her hand out “Catacly-!”

“Cataclysm!” Chat Noir’s voice cuts through her own, Chat darting into the scene and sliding his hand against the floor, the bedrock cracking beneath their feet and beginning to crumble.

This of course throws Marinette off a bit, and while it does stop Hero Heart from Cataclysm’ing a human person it also shakes her loose from Marinette’s grip. A similar problem happens with Foxtrot and Nino. The kids get their bearings quicker and follow Buzzy Bee out the front door with their villain.

“Chat Noir!” Marinette sighs “I should be angry but thanks for not letting me be the first to see what would happen if someone got cataclysmed” 

“Come on Purrrincess, I’ve got Rena and Chess outside for when the Bellflower wannabe makes her way out there. But you two should probably change into something a bit more… comfortable.”

Marinette can’t help a moment of playful eye-rolling at the nickname, but nods in affirmation, turning to look over to Nino and getting a nod from him back. 

“Transform Me!” 

We cut to the outside now, Rena sitting on the rooftop and Cheshire standing on the ledge. Chess has her tonfa screen activated and seems to be looking over the messages, somewhat uncomfortably.

“You okay Chess?”

“Uhm… yeah, Do you think they’ll be able to simulate our actual powers or just-” her tonfa pings with a new message. “Hm…”

“What?”

“It’s… it’s Chat, get ready they’re coming our way.”

Rena stands and the two of them fall into defensive patterns. Sure enough there’s the shriek of an adult and a happy cheer of a child as Buzzy Bee darts out of the school, she’s got the teacher by the back of her shirt, but seems to have no issue with the weight balance. 

“Great, had to be Ella.”

“I can do this if you wanna sit out Alya. I’m not afraid of hurting a child.”

“You’re so lucky there’s no way to win this that WON’T result in my sisters crying or I'd have to kill you for that.”

“Noted.” Cheshire drops in, Tonfa spinning until they slam into the ground, the stone breaks a bit at her landing and she throws one of them at Buzzy Bee, not to actually do damage, but it does hit her in the wrist and with a sharp ‘Ow!’ the little girl drops Ms. Auclair.

“Rena!”

“I’ve got you Ma’am!” Rena swoops down to scoop up the teacher, but before she can do so a flute flies through the air and smacks her across the head. Of course throwing Rena off balance.

“Foxtrot!” Buzzy Bee exclaims excitedly. “Hurry! Hurry! We need Hero Heart!”

“Right here!” Hero Heart runs in on all fours, and before Rena or Chess can do anything she pounces and tackles the teacher. Little hands scrambling for something, before she finds the scrunchy her teachers hair has been kept in. 

Ms. Auclair falls limp.

“Yay! We’ve got our bad guy!” Hero Heart chirps. “Thanks for making it fun!” She smiles up at Cheshire and Rena Rouge. “You guys can go now we wanna play!”

Chess and Rena share a look. “Hawkmoth is… letting you guys just play?” 

“Miss Monarcha is!”

“...Monarcha… just let you guys… not go after Miraculous and just play?”

“Well we can play ‘steal the Miraculous’ if we wanna. If we get bored later. But she said she wanted to ‘shake things up keep ya on your toes’ I dunno what that means though.” Hero Heart pats her teachers face. “Missus No Fun Allowed Time to wake up! You gotta pretend to steal our Miraculouses!”

“Just pretend though!” Buzzy Bee chimes in “Miss Monarcha would be upset if you came over with OUR Miraculouses instead of the real ones.”

It’s about now that the rest of team Miraculous has made the scene. Just as Ms. Auclair turns into her pretend Akuma self. 

“No fun allowed! Not a single person can have fun again!” she bellows dramatically. 

“We gotta retreat! Plan our moves!” Hero Heart cries out, and the children run off into the streets, Missus No Fun Allowed stands up, brushes off her jacket and waits at the edge of the yard for a few moments before cackling dramatically and running after the kids.

“It’s nice that she gave them a headstart.” Chat responds.

Ladybug paces back and forth, eyes darting off down the street where the Miraculous Tots ran off in, then back to the team. This happens a couple times before she stops, crossing her arms in thought. “They’ve been able to watch us on TV or in person so many times, and the Butterfly’s magic is helping them to replicate what they’ve seen.” 

Rena nods. “Which means they’re the perfect pint-sized match for each of us.” 

“And some of them are younger siblings for us, not that Monarcha would know that, but they all have connections to us.” Carapace adds. 

“Which puts us all in a very tough situation.” Ladybug affirms. “We need the element of surprise, but after last time, I don’t want to call in the Zodiacs, they deserve a break after that chaos. I do, however, have an idea, if everyone’s on board for it.” 

“What’cha got, LB?” Chat asks, walking up and leaning his elbow on her shoulder. 

In return, she smiles. “Carapace, I’ll trade you the Turtle for the Fox.” 

Everyone blinks. Ladybug just continues to smile. 

Before we see the results of this we cut back to the Playing pretend heroes, Missus No Fun Allowed is causing harmless havoc, mischief like stealing peoples left shoes, messing with speed limit signs to be far slower than before, and letting all dogs free from their leashes. People don’t seem to be anything more than inconvenienced, until someone swears when she removes their phone battery and she places him in enforced time out, sitting and facing a tree, unable to move until time out is up.

“Stop right there villain!” Hero Heart yells “The park is for everyone to have fun! How dare you meddle with people's good time for your monstrous ways! I’m Kitty Noir!”

“And I’m Ladybird!”

“Buzzy Bee!”

“Foxtrot!”

“And Squirtle too!”

Manon, in possibly the cutest Sailor Moon Homage of them all, does the ‘Oshiokyou’ gesture “And in the name of Paris! We’re gonna kick your butt!”

“Oh ho ho! Such puny heroes think they can stop the likes of ME?” Missus No Fun jeers, “Well you’ll see what NO Fun really means!”

The fight is silly and childish, as expected, the kids aren’t quite able to use Miraculous powers, the butterfly isn’t that strong after all, and just make ‘kids gloves’ version of the powers, far weaker and smaller in scale. But they eventually ‘defeat’ Missus No Fun Allowed, all wrapped up in Ladybird’s yoyo and they all begin to cheer and give high fives. 

“We won! We won! Heroes DO always win!” Hero Heart cheered 

“....now what do we do?” Squirtle wonders aloud. 

They all pause for a moment and think about it. 

“Ah! Missus Monarcha said we can go try and get the Real Miraculouses if we get bored! You wanna try?” Hero Heart chirps.

“Sounds like fun!” Foxtrot agrees.

 But just as they’re about to make their own plans Missus No Fun stands up and shakes herself loose from the yoyo wire. “Alright children, game’s over, if you all fight real heroes you could get hurt.” 

Hero Heart huffs and stomps her foot. “But Missus No Fun! We can do everything they can! We know how they fight! We wanna play!” Hero Heart marches up and puts her hand in Missus No Fun’s hand. “Come on! You can come too if you wanna!”

“Hm.. no thank you.” Misus No fun spins her wrist to grab Hero Heart by her wrist, and with puff of smoke the illusion fades, Missus no fun is still tied up on the ground, but the person holding Hero Heart’s hand is Another fox user, Nino.

“What?! No fair!”

Nino spins the flute once before pulling it against Hero Heart and forcing her into a restraining bear hug. “Come on Manon, playtime’s over.”

“Stooooppp!!! I’m not Manon right now I’m Kitty Noir!” she kicks her legs and reaches out to the others “Heeelllpppp”

But just as she cries out other mixed up heroes make the scene, Bee!Adrien calling out ‘Swarm’ and ensnaring Squirtle, taking his shield from him in the cloud of bees. As Buzzy Bee is about to throw out her own weaker ‘swarm,’ she gets put into Shelter Time out via Turtle!Marinette. 

Ladybird and Foxtrot go back to back now, and Ladybird releases Missus No Fun to help them, but before the grownup can intercede who else does this herald but the return of Calamity. Calamity darts through the air and pins the fake akuma down. 

“Foxy you gotta Mirage!” 

“M-Mira- mirage?” a weak mirage splits the two of them into a bunch of different Ladybirds and Foxtrots, but these illusions are far less stable than a classic Mirage, and a pair of yoyo wires swipe out and decimate them. 

Chloe and Amber seem to have split the Ladybug between them, Amber’s wearing the Miss Scarlet uniform we saw back in Startrain, and Chloe of course is in a Ladybug look of her own, but the two of them have one earring each and their Yoyo’s are clearly one yoyo split in half. 

“Is it me or are normal akumas getting easier?” Chloe asks aloud as she approaches the two kids, hefting Foxtrot up by the scruff of his neck.

“Well they did say Monarcha wasn’t overly taking this seriously.” Amber responds, lifting Ladybird over her shoulder like a sack of flour. “Especially after what’s been going on recently.”

Amber spins her yoyo quickly with a small ‘Lucky Charm’ it takes about twice as much time as a normal lucky charm to spawn and a vinyl record falls into her hand. “Huh.”

“Maybe they need a break too?” Adrien suggests, leaning against the Shelter hamster ball, before accidentally nudging it into acting and it rolls away, taking little Buzzy Bee with it. Marinette shoots him a look before stopping the ball. “....Sorry Buga-turt.”

“You’re getting all jokey jokes again and i don’t know if that’s a coping mechanism or not.” Marinette answers with a flat look.

“Guys can we wrap this up?” Nino asks, “I think she’s about to start biting.”

“Yeah can’t say i’m fond of sitting on top of a grown woman.” Calamity adds on. “It’s weird.”

“I got it, I got it.” Chloe huffs and approaches Hero Heart, she hisses at Chloe, whom hisses back before easily sliding the paper mache ring from her finger. “Miraculous-...wait I’m not Ladybug, I don’t have a name as a Ladybug would that mean I’d have to make one up for it-?” 

“Well it's the Ladybug Miraculous so probably not” Marinette answers.

“Oh, okay, Miraculous Ladybug!” Only the subtlest of shades here at Miraculous Rewrite.

The kids all slowly detransform as the ladybug swarms overwhelm each of them, and are gathered into a group with their teacher by Marinette. Manon has squinted eyes as she looks at the turtle hero, demanding to know who she is and what happened to Ladybug.

“Well Manon, you’re looking at Ladybug. You all were too impressive at matching us, so we had to shake things up to win.” She explains, a smile on her face. “Very impressive, I must say.” 

You can practically see the stars in Manon’s eyes, even the resulting scolding from her teacher about how rules are meant to be in place so this sort of thing DOESN’T happen can dampen her mood.

“Do we still have time before class starts up?”

Adrien opens up the trompo for the time “.....yeah no, we’re late.”

“Crap.”

[dragonssparkle]

a critical role s2 pining beau/jester college au concept I will never do anything with but planned extensively ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Beau: Sophomore. Already jaded. Doing her best. Plays field hockey very aggressively. (also does some martial arts club stuff) Everyone thinks she’s here on a sports scholarship but nope! she’s majoring in history and is REALLY smart actually and is here on a full ride scholarship cause her parents refused to help her pay through college after trouble she caused in high school. She wants no one to know this and would rather be perceived as ‘uncaring jock’

>> Classes: World Wars, War in Literature, Theater I, History of Musical Theater

Jester: Freshman. Bubbly. READY TO GO! She’s an art major and LIVING HER BEST LIFE! Her mom is VERY wealthy and putting her through college easily. Is trying to start a cult (but in like a joking college way... they think. they’re pretty sure.)

>> Classes: Drawing Fundamentals, Painting Fundamentals, Freshman Writing Course, Poetry Workshop Fjord: Freshman. Not sure what he wants to major in yet. Was going to do business but the RA keeps nudging him towards switching majors because he is VERY stressed and doesn’t like his major at all. it’s only been a month

>> Classes: Statistics, Freshman Writing Course, Calculus, Into to Psychology

Cad: Senior? They think... No one is sure and he refuses to give a straight answer. A lot of people seem to think he’s been around longer than 4 years. Calm. Religions studies dual major with psychology. Doesn’t do well on exams yet is very knowledgeable and doesn’t seem to actually be failing his classes? Help him. RA. All the freshmen go to him for advice. Sometimes he will come to them before they even realize they need advice. An enigma.

>> Classes: Thesis…. class? (man idk i’m only going in junior year and i’m an art major) Religion and Nature, Religion and Medicine, (some sort of psychology class)

Veth (nickname to certain friends: Nott): Junior. Chemistry major. Has been accused of stealing things from unlocked rooms multiple times. Has yet to be caught. Unsure if she’s actually done these things. Is always seen with Caleb and hanging around his classes. Does she actually go to her own classes? Unknown. Also an enigma but a different kind. Dating the intro to chem TA (first year grad student).

>> Classes: The Organic Chemistry of Polymers, Molecular Neurobiology, Chemical Thermodynamics and Kinetics, Theater I

Caleb: Junior. English major. Has an emotional support cat that is sometimes permitted to wander the hall. He’s not supposed to let it out of his room but Cad never tells on him. Doesn’t really talk to people much. Very diligent with class and studies. There are some whispers about some really bad stuff happening at his high school, but few people know what happened.

>> Classes: War in Literature, The American Renaissance, Poetry Workshop, Multivariable Calculus

Molly: Junior. Film major, theater minor. Transferred from another college and changed his entire vibe after. New place new face. (there are some whispers there’s more to the change. something about a bad accident. he doesn’t talk about it). Always seems to be around. Has defo gotten in trouble a few times.

>> Classes: Poetry Workshop, History of Musical Theater, Social Justice in Film, Musical Production Participation

Yasha: doesn’t actually go to school here. Stays in molly’s room when she comes by. Quiet. Big. Some shit went down a while back. She keeps the flowers in molly’s room alive. he’s bad at it. Oh this thing was WAY longer than I thought. More content under the cut!

Shared Classes: War in Literature: Beau, Caleb

Theater I: Beau, Nott

History of Musical Theater: Beau, Molly

Freshman Writing Course: Jester, Fjord

Poetry Workshop: Jester, Molly, Caleb Rooms:

Beau and Jester’s Room:

Jester’s side is decorated with frills and the walls are practically covered in clothesline ropes and clips for hanging doodles. So many plushies. Everything is more or less tidy and clean. There’s a photo of her mom on her desk. Shrine to the traveler on her desk. She is running a cult someone stop her. Jester put fairy lights all over the room. Beau’s side is pretty plain all things considered. She has sports gear and some other stuff. Blue covers. No photos. A bunch of books on her shelf and notes all over her desk. Beau is… messy.

Caleb and Veth’s Room:

A fucking disaster someone help them. There are books and papers everywhere. Veth’s bed can be better described as a nest. Where is her desk? is it under that pile of random things? Possibly. No one is sure. They have not cleaned the floor ever. At least they take out the trash? Has anyone ever seen them in the laundry room? Do they do laundry? There’s a cat tree in there. It’s the only surface without things on it. The cat runs the room. It has only been a month. Veth isn’t even always there, often goes to Yeza’s apartment

Molly’s Room (also sorta of yasha’s):

A surprising amount of flowers in pots. He has a bunch of tapestries on the walls. Fairy lights. Lots of fancy pillows. He’s taken over the other bed with pillows, blankets, and clothes after Fjord left to stay with Cad a month in. Lot of wild clothes everywhere. Makeup and hair products on the desk along with assorted jewelry. He has his schedule hanging up on his closet door.

Caduceus’s Room:

Started in the room alone before he let Fjord move over. So many plants. Including succulents and funguses. Some of them may be poisonous? Some crystals. A little shrine in the corner. He has a tank of pet beetles. He loves them very much but doesn’t seem to care much if one dies? He just puts them with the funguses if they do and makes little necklaces with the wing shells. Some glow mushrooms. His whole room smells like tea and he usually has a little pot going on a hot tray. The top bunk used to be for plants. Now it is for Fjord.

Plot points in no particular order:

Getting to campus

Meeting hall mates

when beau first gets to room jester is already set up and her first thought is “god damn it i’m suck with a girly girl”

beau listening to jester talk forever and ever about fjord. it is killing her

Meeting jester (and they were Roommates. my god they were roommates)

beau leads a ‘yoga class’ for her friends

beau gets in, like, an actual fight

molly gets really badly beat up. at one point because of something idk. probably was cheeky to the wrong drunk person. DOES NOT DIE FUCK YOU

Tattoos!!!!! 

Beau talking with molly. he gives her advice

Caduceus just watching her closely. He doesn’t bring it up but has his eye on her. gotta love that high wisdom

Molly directs a musical theater show for a club he’s in

Veth comes to War in Literature with caleb every class. beau is confused to find out she is not, in fact,  in this class when she doesn’t show up for an exam

Theater time with Veth and Molly

Confessing to Veth. who offers to do something but doesn’t when beau begs her not to

seeing jester get together with fjord and sad times

confessing and jester kisses her. jester has TWO! HANDS!

classes with caleb (veth is also there)

beau switches to a different room halfway through the year cause she can’t do this

meals with the crew

Jester birthday time!!!

Some sort of nightlife adventure

DRINKING TIME PARTY!

gay thoughts about yasha but knowing it wouldn’t work. not doting on it much. Yasha was her freshman crush, but has someone else

Beau goes to one of jester’s cult meetings. there is a concern

Haha. A lot. I’d as that if someone wants to do something with all (gestures vaguely) this please ask though ask or dm first. When will the hiatus end

[nightwolfomega]

Heart of the Lycan Chapter 1

                               Becoming friends with the wolf boy

  Autumn was slowly rolling around the corner, the leaves changing from summer green to their beautiful red, orange, and yellows. A silver car Drove through the backwoods into the forest of the happily quiet town Autumn Valley known for its festivals during the fall season of having bountiful cider and spooky Halloween fun, 

Olydia was happy to be coming back home. It’s been six years since she left to be in college and work on her artistic and literary talents to hopefully better herself. Her family sold their old home for a smaller place but luckily there was still the family cabin she could live in now since her parents were kind enough to let her have it. 

She was always grateful how supportive and kind her parents are to her. Driving up the stony alley way she had to pick up some house appliances such as toiletries and some food, 

Picking up as many bags as she could to save herself the double trips to go back to her car, stacking the many groceries onto the porch before she unlocked her door. Walking inside the cabin felt warm and homey, the rustic decorations that her mother had always made her smile, remembering when she used to go with her at a little store called “The Gift Shop” where there were all sorts of lovely handmade painted novelty gifts. Such as the wooden cut out of a snow man and the adorable painted squiggly smile to give it it’s charm. 

Another memory was the candles, there was always a candle that helped give a home it’s final touch of welcoming. She walks over to her kitchen counter and pulls a box of matches out, trimming the long wick of her favorite candle “Autumn breeze” she lights it carefully and discards the used match in the trash. 

Now she was ready to put stuff away, it was the little things that make the big steps of making a home feel like home. “This is nice.” she thought to herself, feeling the atmosphere becoming relaxing and calm. She puts her groceries away, dating the meats and cheeses she got from the store. It was always good to do that so she could save herself the worry of smelling or seeing the produce expire. 

Once that was done she rubs her eyes and looks over to the boxes of her stuff she still had to go through, mostly clothes and other miscellaneous items. But she didn’t have a problem unpacking her art supplies and books into the spare room where she would make that into her art studio, With just enough lighting through the window it would be the perfect spot to unleash her creativity and writing. Not to forget also a nice spot to read some of her favorite books.

Olydia sighs at herself, “Why am I like this? Why do I always wait to unpack my clothes and other stuff but my art stuff and books first?” she spoke out loud. Of course whenever she needed a break from unpacking she could go to her art room to let out some steam. Shrugging with a smirk “Heh, guess that’s what  motivates me first.” 

Going over to open one of the knick knacks filled boxes, as she opens the cardboard flaps there’s a picture that stares at her face to face that made her pause. 

A photo of her during the time of her high school years, in the library with a young man that had wild hair tamed with a ponytail and dark circles under his eyes, Grinning happily next to her as they were reading a novel together. A classmate of her’s took that picture thinking it would be a nice memory to have. 

“Lycus,” she spoke softly as she smiled at the memories they had together, he was always kind and gentle. At least with her, he didn’t trust anyone else that much. 

The reason was of course he was raised by wolves. 

Olydia remembered him telling her that, When he was a somewhat young child he lost his family venturing deep in the woods until a large white wolf came in and took him as one of her own. Growing up and surviving until people found him again and brought him back to civilization, he had a rough time trying to get back to things. Being so used to acting like a wolf, he had to relearn things again from the ground up. 

Remembering the first time she met him was at the library, She would always go there when she had a chance to. Looking through books she notices him sitting by himself at one of the tables, he appears to be disheveled even a bit nervous looking around. His long wild hair covered most of his face and had dark circles under his pale blue eyes, scratching at his stubble that was growing out.

People talked rumors about him and they were harsh ones about how he would bite at people if you even came near him, or how he’s more of a wolf than man. She hated that, disgust how this poor guy went through so much and now people either tease or were too scared to even go near him. 

At that moment she made a choice that changed her life forever. Walking over she stands next to him “Hello,” she spoke softly. He jerks back in a panic growling at her baring his teeth, raising her hand defensively “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” she spoke worriedly.  

She felt her heart become sore as he hugged himself looking down becoming guilty when he did that, “I-I just wanted to ask if you would like me to sit here and keep you company.” reaching her hand out to touch his shoulder gently. The moment her hand touched him made his whole body shiver, he let out a whimper. 

“Hey hey sweetie it’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” she spoke in a nurturing tone stroking her thumb on his shoulder. She tries to think of something that would help him calm down, suddenly an idea pops in her head “Say, How about I read to you. Would you be okay with that?” she asks in a nurturing tone. 

The young man turns looking at her, perplexed on what she meant by that. “Do you like stories? I can read them to you if you want.” showing him a book she had that was about fairy tales. 

“C’mon, I can ask the librarian if she can let us in the little spare room so it’ll be more quiet and I can read to you without disturbing others.” offering her hand to him but pauses a moment “If that’s what you would like of course.” she spoke bashfully. 

A sliver of guilt creeping up at the back of her mind, feeling like she was forcing him to do this, however she could feel his larger hand holding onto hers firmly yet carefully. Slowly nodding and gets out of the chair, her eyes widen to how tall he was compared to her.

“Okay, let's go ask Mrs. Sanford.” carefully pulling him with her, after persuading the librarian to let them use the room they go inside and it was the perfect silence for reading. When they sat across each other she held up the book with her other stuff sitting next to her. “Now lets see, which story should we start with…” she spoke scanning at the index. 

“Lycus.” she heard a voice speak to her, Olydia paused and looked up at him “Pardon me?” she spoke curiously. He hesitates a moment looking around the room, finally gaining enough courage he looks at her and speaks again “M-My name is Lycus.” he spoke out slowly. It was obvious to see he was struggling to say the words he wanted but tried his hardest to do well at it.

A smile creased onto her face “I’m Olydia.” she replies cheerfully. “Thank you so much for telling me your name Lycus.”. He looked at her, waiting for a harsh comment but it never came. “How about I read this one to you, beauty and the beast it’s quite a nice story…” she spoke flipping to the page, but he noticed something, a notebook that he saw upside down “My story notebook” written in sharpie on the plastic cover. 

As she was about to read he placed his hand on top of the page to keep her from doing so “Hmm? Do you not want me to read to you?” she asks with a little frown. Lycus shakes his head quickly and points at the notebook.

 Olydia sees it also and blushes “Oh, heh that's just uh...my own stuff I wrote and some doodles in there too.” she picks it up “There’s not much in it really just some short stories.” looking back up to him he was now looking at her with his head tilted slightly.

She loved to write and draw, but she was always nervous to show her work to others.

“It’s just a bunch of stuff of fiction, like fantasy and horror. I like writing about-” she cuts herself off, Lycus leans closer now curious “Please don’t laugh at me when I tell you this okay.” she spoke nervously. 

Lycus was silent so that probably meant yes, Olydia nodded “I enjoy writing about werewolves and lycans, they’re just so much fun and amazing to work with. I like writing them as good guys and heroes in the story, not like the mindless killing machines other authors write them as. Though who am I to judge?” she sighs with a shrug.

Then she waited for him to say something like “You’re into that weird stuff?” or worse, but when she looked at him she could have sworn his eyes sparkled and a grin on his face. “Do you like werewolves and Lycans too?” she asks with a smile, Lycus immediately nods and points at the notebook “Please?” he asks. 

Olydia blinks “You mean you want me to read my own stuff to you?” feeling her face get warm. Lycus nods again. “Are you sure? I mean some of this is still in the works-” she then saw he was giving her the puppy eyes and lets out a soft tiny whimper, her heart betrayed her at how adorable he looked and gave in “Okay, Okay I’ll read some of  it to you.” opening up to the first page she began to read. 

Fighting through her bashfulness she read to Lycus, telling him story after story of her own works, one being about a knight that fought alongside with a lycan that became detectives. 

As she was reading, lycus gave her his full attention, listening closely with a smile on his face, it was as if he was a completely different person now. 

when she was almost finished the bell rings and the two looked out the door's window, it was their last period and so it was time to leave “Guess it’s time to go home now.” Olydia spoke a little disappointed. 

When she looked at Lycus however her heart dropped at the devastation on his face, “Hey Lycus.” reaching her hand out to hold his securely. “We can do this again tomorrow, I’ll get more of my stories and I’ll read them to you. Would you like that?” Olydia asks, at that second Lycus looked at her relief washed over him “Really?” he asks innocently. 

Olydia smiles warmly at him “Of course,” she replies standing up from the table, “In fact, I can even ask my parents if you would like to come over and we can do some more reading together and other stuff too.” she spoke out. Lycus thought about that, he was hesitant about it “But only if you're okay with that, I want you to know you're safe with me.” she spoke sweetly to him.

Lycus paused and shifted his gaze at her, getting up from the table he walked over to Olydia, towering over her as she had to take a little step back to see his face. “F-Friends?” he asks nervously. 

Olydia makes a wide grin and in a fit of excitement wraps his arms around him “Of course we’re friends Lycus!” she spoke out excitedly rubbing the side of her head to his chest. She felt Lycus' body shudder letting out a small gasp, his arms slowly raising up as she heard his heart beating quickly.

His arms wrap around her, hugging Olydia so firmly to his body that it almost looked like he was afraid to let go. 

“M-Mate?” he whispers nervously to her, Oh? Mates, like best buddy mates she thought. Looking up and giving him a warm smile “Yeah, we're gonna be best mates you and I.” she spoke cheerfully. 

The librarian saw their little hugging moment and she informed them about the no touch policy at school. Lycus pulls away from her and Olydia chuckles “It’s okay big guy.” she spoke “I’ll see you tomorrow Lycus.” she spoke, waving at him as she started walking away to get her stuff to walk home. 

Lycus slowly waved back with a crooked smile on his face.

After that, the rest was history. They became an inseparable team and stuck with each other through thick and thin. Confiding in with each other and becoming close friends. 

Back to now, she held the picture frame up and placed it on top of the fireplace. Olydia hoped that she would see him again if he didn’t move away of course, she missed him so much during the time she was gone. “I hope he’s happy and doing well now.” she spoke to herself now going back to unpacking some more stuff. 

[catlliecal]

Cecilia is ready to beat up shit and Bloom is not having it

Or, in other words, a one-shot set somewhere in the second year of the Winx Redux AU by user @drops-of-moonlights  Happy birthday, Drops! Have this little piece! I ran out of time to get it proof-read by someone, so I apologize for any errors that might be there. (Rated G, 1.7k words)

Despite living for a year around magic, there were somethings Bloom never found herself fully digesting. Like how apparently the natural appearance of her eyes was actually included slit pupils and not round ones like she had known for eighteen years. And that she had a sister who used to talk from a mirror via dreams. That took some time to adjust to (at least now they could meet face to face whenever they wanted).

Yet the biggest thing Bloom found herself questioning was her roommate’s plant: Cecilia.

It made sense for the fairy of greenery to have plants. What didn’t make sense is how the plants seemed to die every other Tuesday. And what made the least sense was the one surviving plant could talk and move her leaves like arms and blackmail her caretaker (Bloom swears that she saw Cecilia blackmailing Flora at least once).

It just so happened that Bloom’s disbelief made it very awkward to be alone in a room with Cecilia.

Bloom was busy in her sketchbook, doodling out random drawings. She had begun to include a rabbit hole thought, drawing what she thought her childhood friends Mitzi and Selina would look like as fairies. Yet the plant was making this simple task five thousand times harder.

“That top is horrendous,” Cecilia said, grabbing onto the sketchbook. She had waddled her way over to Bloom’s bed, leaving behind a small trail of dirt. “Do something different.”

“I think it looks fine,” Bloom yanked her sketchbook away from the plant. “So I’m not changing it.”

“If you’re fine with trash, then I suppose you can keep it,” Cecilia said. She then began to look at her flowers as if she were judging a manicure. Bloom let out an annoyed sigh. She turned back to the paper in front of her and continued her project.

Barely a minute passed before Cecilia spoke again. “Man, she’s ugly,” the flower pointed to the drawing of Selina. “And she’s barely any better,” the flower pointed to Mitzi.

Oh, that was it. This plant did NOT just insult Bloom’s friends. No one, absolutely NO ONE was allowed to insult any of Bloom’s friends, and certainly not an overgrown weed.

Bloom dropped the sketchbook on her bed, “You know what?” She began, “I’m getting sick of you.”

“Funny, because I’ve been sick of you for a long time,” Cecilia spat, “maybe you should leave for both our sakes.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” Bloom said. Before any more words could be thrown, Tecna opened the door to the room.

“Could you keep it down?” She asked. “Stella asked for my help studying, and it’s hard to help her when it sounds like you two are about to enter an argument.”

“I’m sorry, Tecna,” Bloom earnestly said. Cecilia frantically nodded, likely in fear of Tecna unleashing her knife roombas again.

Tecna closed the door again and Bloom turned to Cecilia. All Tecna had asked of them was to keep it down. That simply meant that she didn’t want to hear any noise. Technically that meant Bloom could take this knock-off Audrey the second somewhere out of Tecna’s range and all would be well.

And that’s exactly what she did.

•••

Bloom lost count of how long she had Cecilia had been duking it out behind the school. Despite her simple appearance, Cecilia was strong. Like, real strong. So strong Bloom couldn’t help but wonder where this machine of destruction was when the Trix were attacking the school last year.

The two were about to start round six when a familiar voice rang out.

“Bloom? Cecilia? I saw the note and– what are you two doing?”

Flora had found them (along with the small crowd that had gathered) and was just staring at the sight in front of her. Musa was by her side, a huge grin on her face.

“You two formed a fight club and didn’t tell me?” Musa said.

“We didn’t,” Bloom said, “and even if we did, it only started, like, and hour ago.”

“Yo!” An upperclassman by the name Yvonne raised her hand above the crowd. “Are we allowed to get in the fight?!”

Musa looked at Yvonne then back at Bloom. “Have you been charging tickets?”

“No?” Bloom asked, absolutely puzzled.

“You’re missing out on a goldmine!” She said before turning to the crowd. “Listen up! The free trial has ended! If you wanna see the fight, it’s gonna cost a dollar! If you wanna fight Cecilia herself, it’s five dollars!”

What Bloom expected was for people to complain and start leaving. What she was not expecting was for people to raise up their wallets and move to be the next person to fight the crazed flower.

Musa took the cash and settled at the edge of the crowd. “Alright! Welcome fairies of all ages! Welcome to the Cecilia smackdown! I’m your host, Musa Lu! In one ring, we have Bloom “Nina” Peters! And in the other ring, we have Cecilia the Florialinguis! Will Bloom finally be able to defeat her nemesis? Or will Cecilia rise up on top again? Let’s see! Also, I’m gonna need someone to text Aisha and get her down here! She won't wanna miss this! Now, one, two, three, go!”

Well, this was unexpected.

•••

Bloom was watching the current fight– another upperclassman, this one by the name Luan– along with the rest of the crowd. What had started as a simple stress reliever had turned into an event to put professional wrestling to shame. Over the course of several beatdowns from Cecilia, the Winx had collected a huge amount of cash and became even more famous. Who knew a bunch of students were so eager to fight a plant?

As Luan’s fight came to a close, the crowd became eerily silent, the only sounds present soft gasps. Bloom, along with everyone else, turned to see what could hush such an energetic crowd. It turns out the very thing that could hush such a crowd was a young underclassman who had dragged Griselda out.

“What’s going on?” Griselda asked, her glare alone freezing the entire crowd. “I was told students were being put in danger.”

Students looked at one another, no one wanting to speak. Bloom was one of them. The last thing she wanted was Griselda’s wrath. But she was the one who started the fight. Better she take the blame than everyone.

“Ms. Griselda?” Bloom said, her voice slightly shaking. She pushed her way through the crowd to the other side. “I was the one who started this. I had come out here to fight Flora’s plant, and then people started joining in. If you’re gonna punish anyone, punish me.”

Griselda looked directly into Bloom’s eyes. Seconds moved at the speed of minutes.

“Why would I punish you?” She said, her expression softening.

Wait what.

“Huh?” The underclassman said, utterly shocked.

“Why would I punish a fight like this?” Griselda continued, “From what I had heard, it sounded like reckless roughhousing, or worse, that troublemakers from another school had broken in. This?” She gestured over the crowd, ending on Cecilia. “This is the good kind of fighting! The kind that takes off stress and sharpens your skills!” Griselda made her way to Musa, the students in the crows parting like Griselda was Moses and they were the red sea.

“Miss Musa,” she began, “Are you the next to fight?”

“No, ma’am,” Musa replied, “I’ve been monitoring the fight.”

“Take five,” Griselda said, “I’ll run this round while you show us what you’re made of.”

Musa didn’t need to be told twice as she bolted over to where Luan was standing. The crowd began to relax again. Bloom made her way back to the front, excited to see what one of her friends could do.

•••

The fights finally ended when it was time for dinner. Students were bussing with conversations over the dining hall as many tales were recounted.

“What exactly happened?” Tecna asked.

“Oh, ya know,” Must said, “just the normal accidental formation of a school-wide fight club.” She took a large bite of her dinner.

“How?!” Tecna asked.

“Um,” Bloom began, “remember how Cecilia and I were arguing earlier?”

“Yes,”

“Well, she kinda hit a huge button and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“So you decided to go outside and fight the plant?” Tecna asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

“Ding, ding, ding…” Bloom weakly raised up a fist. “We have a winner…”

“What did Cecilia do to make you so mad?” Flora asked.

“She kinda insulted my drawings,” Bloom sighed.

“Just that?” Stella asked.

“I was kinda drawing my friends from back home,” Bloom continued, “and Cecilia kept criticizing their appearance. I guess I kinda lost it.” She shoved a huge bite of food into her mouth, hoping that the rest of her friends would leave her alone.

“Aw, Bloom!” Stella said, “That’s so sweet!”

“Really?” Bloom said, mouth half full. Tecna looked at Bloom, causing the girl to blush out of embarrassment as she quickly swallowed her food.

“Stella’s right,” Tecna said, now smiling. “You couldn’t stand your friends being insulted, so you stood up for them. Even if your methods used were not the most conventional.”

“Who cares if they were conventional?” Aisha said, “I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty good knowing I’d have a friend willing to fight for me.” Her kind words made Bloom smile.

“Come on, Aisha,” Stella said, smiling, “I thought we already proved that to you with the whole Shadowhaunt thing.”

“I know,” Aisha said, “But there’s something different knowing you have a friend who’d go on a crazy rescue mission with you and knowing you have a friend who’d accidentally form a fight club while defending your name.” She held out her fist, and Bloom bumped it.

“I’m going to need to talk to Cecilia later,” Flora sighed, “none of this would have happened if she just knew to keep her nose out of other people’s business.”

“Please do,” Bloom said, “I do not need another accidental fight club forming.”

“The fight club is dead?” Musa asked. “Come on, you can’t kill the fight club when it’s so young!”

Bloom looked Musa in her eyes, which were watering up like a puppy dog’s.

“Okay,” Bloom said, “we can keep the fight club. Besides, it was kinda therapeutic to punch a plant.”

“Yes!” Musa cheered. “The official Alfea fight club is a go!”

[mysmedrabbles]

Broken - [Yoongi x BPD!Reader]

requested: by @edgythiccboi (request is pictured above)

a/n: long overdue and with about the most rough drafts ive ever written for something, its finally here! i hope you enjoy and it takes your mind off of some of the hurt from your past and present. know that the whole of the bpd/ptsd community knows what you're going through and supports you (even though we're all just a bunch of bamboozled and 3dgy kids)

warnings: quite realistic description of a bpd episode, tiny self harm mention, some splitting, self deprecation (it ends in fluff i promise)

-ghost mod alex

-hollowed lungs took struggling breaths in the condensed room, steam and water droplets covering every surface like a disease, a disease from which you could not get away from. you sat on the edge of the bathtub, wheezing into seemingly nothing, chest heaving as you strained against invisible bonds, tying you to the tub, restraining you in your own mind, a prisoner of war against your past.

-a familiar pounding in your head clouded your thoughts, and you could feel yourself spiraling through various personas, each personality you'd tailored for everyone in your life; it hurt too much, it felt like you were being pulled in a hundred different directions.

-who were you today? the bubbly friendly girl in the back of the class? the dark, almost suspiciously angry person, hiding in the shadows? maybe just a quick witted friend, always there with a funny rebuttal, making everyone laugh but yourself. what was the point of "being yourself," and "living life," when you didn't even know who that person was? that person you could have grown into died that day, the day,,, the day it happened. 

-you'd been lucky enough to have survived, to live to today, but what was the point of it all really? 

-you stared at your shaking hands, and for a second you see blood, draining you of your life as all you can do is sit there and watch; but you blink and its gone, only a thin white line serving as a memory. 

-you'd promised him you'd never hurt yourself again, and a part of you knew that you should call to him, for he was only in the other room, no doubt writing another extraordinary song. he was always so smart, so sure of himself and an absolute genius. it wasn't an exaggeration when people complimented him on his music, it came naturally to him, he had a passion and he pursued it. 

-unlike you.

-who were you but a stain on his life? he'd be better off without you anyway. 

-a wave of rage came over you, and all you could see was red, red red red. How dare he not notice how in pain you were, not be here to comfort you and take care? Did he not care? was it all just a joke to him? did he even...did he even love you?

-you felt yourself spiraling further, physically bending over to the point of pain, the muscles in your lower back stretched from the lack of support. tears had started to pool in your open hands, and staring at them blankly you were only vaguely aware of choked sobs reaching out the doorway, small whimpers mixed in with cries as you tried to feel anything beside the pain.

-a small knock distracts you, cautious and questioning, and you know immediately that its yoongi. yoongi your sweet angel, the one who always made you laugh when you were feeling down, played card games with you when you needed a distraction, sung to you when you couldn't sleep, kissed your tears away no matter how many times they fell. you didn't say anything, rather let him open the door himself to see you sitting there hunched over, looking up at him with puffy eyes. 

-he assessed the damage first, scanning the bathroom for anything sharp, any blood or a wad of suspiciously thick toilet paper shoved forcibly into the trash can. upon seeing nothing of the sort his eyes soften, seeing you in your fragile state. he never thought anything less of you, in fact he always thought you were so brave to be alive, to still be fighting after all you'd been through. you were a pair of survivors, people who bonded not only over trivial things like favourite band and your shared humor, but the experiences the two of you had gone through added an extra layer of understanding to the relationship.

-he sits next to you quietly, letting you take a breath before speaking, his voice softer than usual, and yet still with edges of his usual roughness, but he's kind. He looks at you, and you can tell it's taking him all of his energy to not to reach to your face, wiping away your tears and holding you in a tight embrace. he knew the drill, and his main priority was your comfort. 

- "can I hug you?" 

-it's a small thing, but it's enough to bring you back to tears as you nod shyly, too afraid to speak. you close your eyes and you can feel his arms wrap around you, holding you securely close to his chest, steady rhythm of his heart beating against your own chest like a metronome. steady, present, there. he's whispering tiny comforts to you, affirmations of his love and your worth, that everything was going to be okay. you lean into his touch, closing your eyes hesitantly as your head falls on his shoulder, hiding in the crook of his neck. 

-he smells fresh, faint smell of laundry detergent intermingled with his pine shampoo, and something else; he smells like home, the smooth cotton of his plain black shirt on his thin frame under your fingers just adding to the notion of comfort, and your own sobs cant help but die down, calming under his soothing presence. you start registering his voice, his hand tracing soothing circles on your upper back.

- "it's okay," you hear him say, "you're going to be okay. it's over now baby, nothing can hurt you.. i love you so much... i wont let anything bad happen to you.. it's okay... you're going to be okay..."

-his voice drills a hole in your chest, striking a cord and unable to get it out as you struggle to catch your breath. He pulls away, making sure you see where his hands are clearly before cupping your cheeks, stroking away any stray tears. he examines your face soundlessly, giving you a chance to speak if you so choose. you study him right back; he looks tired, like he hadn't slept in a while, soft hair a very definitely natural shade of silver. He saw you revisiting the dark circles under his eyes with your own, and as if reading your thoughts he replies, "work has been a bit long, nothing else princess."

-you open your mouth to make a counterclaim, but he cuts you off gently, "I promise," he says, and yet you struggle to believe him.

-a small pause settles over the two of you, and you could see his sincerity in his words, mirrored by the gaze that falls upon you. sweet kind yoongi with his easily irritable self and cutting humor, his stoic side and his adorable smile which you swear could light rooms.

-did you really deserve him? how could someone as amazing as him be in love with someone like you? Even as you began to speak, you could already feel the guilt washing over you, shame at the notion of manipulation as you asked, 

-“Why do you love me?”

-yoongi smiles, just the tiniest bit as he pulls you closer to him, kissing your forehead, taking your hand in his before responding, “why do i love you? ah well thats a complicated question with too many answers,” he looks at you, hoping to notice a change in your expression, but seeing no results he presses on, “I love you because you’re you, because you get up every morning and face the world even though its told you repeatedly to stand down,” he brushes a stray hair behind your ear as he goes on, carefully as to not set you off in some way, “I love you because even though you’re characterized by a mental illness thats seen as horrible and dark you constantly show up with your brightest smile and kindness in hand, and theres never been a day where being by your side hasn’t been a gift. I love you because of the way you’re attentive, how kind you are to complete strangers, your smile when you think no ones looking. the way you doodle in the corners of my lyrics sheet and fall asleep next to me at the studio when im up late working.”

-he shifts, fully facing you, tilting your chin up so you’re looking him directly in the eyes, piercing into your soul, trying to bring back any piece of hope you have to the surface, “I love you because theres that insatiable force pulling us together,” he playfully tugs on your arm, earning a teary chuckle from you as you look away, feeling the tears start up again. damn him and his talent with words.

-he’s just saying that because you asked him that

-your brain, a genius

-guilt courses through you at his words, a stab to the heart marred by the sweet tone of lies. this was manipulation. great. you’d manipulated your way to validation was an excellent girlfriend you were, truly inspiring. You feel the headache start up again, but yoongi catches you, placing his hands firmly where your shoulders connect to your neck, seriousness overcoming him as he cuts off your thoughts, sword at the ready, “I’m a logical person y/n, you know this, you say this to me all the time, and I wouldn’t have said any of this if it weren't true.”

-he searches your expression for anything, a twitch or a change, and is surprised to have you curl up in his arms, burying your face in his chest as you breathe for seemingly the first time since the conversation started, letting a full sigh as you try to clear your head, willing to pay anything to just believe his words. yoongi pulls away, hand running softly through your hair as he admires you. he slowly leans in for a small kiss, not passionate, leading to nothing, but just a kiss to let you know he’s there, and he’s not going anywhere and for now, just knowing he’s here is enough

-after what seems like forever of him holding you, the rim of the tub digging into your thighs, he presses a gentle kiss on your temple, intertwining your fingers with his before he stands up, extending his free arm to help you up. “come on princess, lets go to sleep,” is all he says.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Tempest in a Teacup: Six

“You’ll be at one of the shows, right?” you ask, sitting on a stack of folded mats watching Clint get target practice in.

He can hear the anxiety in your voice despite how casually you ask the question and he stops to look at you. You look like you’re trying not to look worried. Or upset. But you are and he knows it. He may have only heard your end of the phone conversation you had with your mom an hour ago, but he knew.

Clint hid behind bravado. You got polite. Polite, and quiet, and meek. Even if the words burned your mouth coming out. The longer Reggie railed at you the less confrontational you got until your replies were barely audible. Or barely replies. 

He smiles a little, “Unless something major happens,” he promises, “I’ll be there opening night. With Nat. And anyone else I can wrangle into coming.” 

You nod and go back to sketching. Idle doodles that you could turn into anything. Probably a new dress design for Pepper to show off. For such a practical woman, she liked having her own personal designer to make her fancy dresses. Clint went back to shooting, half keeping an eye on you. It was hard to get a fix sometimes on how you were feeling. 

You were good at being okay when you weren’t.

It was another thing Clint added to his list of sins. He and Reggie hadn’t exactly been ready for you and they hadn’t exactly given you a life where you could just feel your feelings as they happened. He supposed that that’s why you were so good at art. It was the one place you didn’t have to hide anything. “How is the production going?” he asked.

You shrug, “It’s a show. My crew are a bunch of stoners, my cast is... a cast, and the director is just flaky. But we’ll get it together.” Clint snorted, “So, pretty standard?” You nod, “You know, if I spent as much time actually managing as I do keeping my lighting guys from getting high in the back lot I’d get a lot more done.” Clint just shook his head, smiling a little. You were laying on the mats staring at the ceiling now. Purple hair spilling down like ink and one foot dangling off the end. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you didn’t have a care in the world right now. 

Clint wanted you to be little again. To be able to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and heft you around, making you giggle. He wanted your biggest problem to be a skinned knee and learning guitar. It felt fundamentally wrong to him that something as simple as dating someone would cause that much of a disturbance. That anyone would make you feel bad because you cared for someone... Even if he wasn’t sure that person cared for you the way they should. 

_________

Opening night of the show, Clint has a Posse. A whole herd, really. Tony and Pepper, Nat, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and of all people, Loki. The front lobby ahead of the auditorium is decked out. It looks like an honest to god museum. A fancy presentation. With ushers and Artifacts on display. Clint whistles softly, “Wonder where she put the mummy case she made?” he asks. There’s a punch that looks like champagne and Nat snags a glass with a smile, “Inside probably... Isn’t this supposed to be like a murder mystery thing?” Clint shrugs, “I’m just here to admire all the pretty shit.”

It takes a moment for them to catch sight of you. You look neat and professional in a sensible dark skirt, white blouse, and red heels. You’re putting on a headset and clipping the battery pack onto the back of your skirt. You look focused and Clint takes a second, fiddling with his hearing aids. Sometimes, if he sets it right, he can hear the backstage chatter and he cares about that more than the rest of the show. He can hear you quietly calling cues for the atmosphere. Reining in all the opening night jitters. When the lights flicker and people are being shone to their seats you disappear. Back to the back to get everything. The show is fun. Thor enjoys it a good deal, laughing loudly. Loki is confused, but he supposes that, for Children, it’s well done. Clint listens to you. Which leads to him snorting involuntarily at some things that aren’t meant to be funny. Kat is on stage and she does fine. She’s funny, even if she does overact a little. And by the time the show is over, Clint can hear you getting tired. 

He supposes being the working memory for a whole show is tiring. At the end of the show as the Cast takes their bows to thunderous applause and the Audience makes their way out, you’re standing against a wall barefoot, talking to a hand full of people who are doing the cleanup and reset. He doesn’t miss that you’re studiously ignoring Kat for right now and up close you look like your nerves are getting frayed. Half a second later when Kat has her tongue halfway down another girl’s throat, it makes a lot more sense. “Oh no,” Nat said softly. Clint winced, “What do I even say?” he asked. Not only was this happening, but it was happening in front of everyone. “Don’t. Say. A. Word.” Natasha murmured, “Just get her out of here.”

Clint nods and walks over to you, letting you hide your face in his chest as he hugs you hard. “Good show, Punk,” he says. The others try really hard not to lurk awkwardly. Pepper and Natasha both look ready to hurt someone and Steve and Tony both reflexively grab a redhead and hold on. Clint doesn’t say another word. He just steers you out the doors after you put your shoes back on. The others let him walk ahead with you, giving you a minute to either break apart or hold yourself together a little tighter. “How about we introduce Thor to Chicago deep dish?” he says bracingly. You take a deep breath, “I’m really tired, dad,” you murmur exhaling slowly. He nods, “So we’ll send the others ahead,” he says. “You and I can go wander the museum for a while,” He pulls out his phone to text Nat and kisses your head. “It’s closing in a few minutes,” you point out. Clint shrugs, “I know a guy,” he says fondly, “C ‘ mon, punk.” 

He takes your arm and walks you to his car. In the ugly street lamp lighting, you look pale and tense. It makes Clint feel sick. 

This is too many feelings all at once for a kid. For any kid. This isn’t a dad thing. It’s a mom thing. And your mom is.. well. Less than mom like. For the millionth time in your life, he wishes he was a better parent.

At the museum, he lets you lead. You’re just barely able to hold it together. You can’t take any more pressure. It doesn’t take long for you to find your favorite piece. The click of your heels in the empty rooms feels too loud so you take them off and carry them. When you sit on the bench, feet crossed at the ankles, Clint sits next to you. It doesn’t take long.

You burst into tears, hiding your face in your hands and all he can do is pull you close and rock you gently. He doesn’t try to hush you and he doesn’t try to make it better. He knows you probably feel like it will never stop hurting. “What happened, baby girl?” he asks gently. You tell him the story between sobs. Crying so hard that at one point he has to hand you a trash can so you can be sick. She used you. Not even for anything good. Just to get back with her ex. Clint cringed, “That’s fucked,” he said, “Jesus Christ, kid.” 

“Right?” you say, leaning against his side, “Who fucking does that? Like damn. Just get your nipple pierced and go do ho shit for a minute like a normal goddamn person. Fuck.” The rest of it is in Gaelic which he doesn’t understand but, Clint can’t help it. Your accent is flaring up and it’s funny. He snorts and you groan, “My head hurts.”

“Well,” he says gently, hugging you and kissing your forehead, “It might help if we get you something to eat.” You nod and he smoothes his thumb over your cheekbone, “You up for pizza?” 

You nod again, “I don’t want to go home.” Clint frowns but stands, holding out a hand for you to take, “So we won’t do that. You can stay with Nat for the night and she and I will stay for the rest of the shows.” It’s not up for debate and so you don’t try. In a way, it’s comforting that they’re going to be there.

He walks you back to the car and when the two of you walk into the restaurant, no one so much as mentions Kat. It’s as if she didn’t exist. The others quietly filled in Thor and Loki about what the fuss had been before you arrived and Loki had been summarily threatened if he so much as thought about saying anything. You stayed quiet, mentally and physically wrung out. Too tired and numb after your cry out to be particularly funny or talkative. “You need sleep,” Nat said finally, “you look exhausted.” You can’t even protest, “We have two shows tomorrow and your first call time in 9:30am... It’s gonna be a long fucking day.” Nat pulls you to your feet with a groan, “You’re really lucky I like you,” she teases, giving you a second to hug Clint goodnight and say goodnight to everyone else before she marches you to the elevator to put you to bed.

“So,” Tony asks as soon as you’re out of earshot, “What the fuck?”

Clint sighed and told them what you told him. “That’s fucked,” Steve said. “Right?” Clint said. 

It didn’t take long for them all to decide to stay. Well. Thor decided for Loki he was going to stay. But they figured a show of force. Or at the very least support might get you through the next day without having you fall apart. 

Tony handed Clint a drink and squeezed his shoulder, “How was the museum?” he asked. Clint took the drink with a sigh, “She cried so hard she made herself sick and yelled about things for a minute,” he said. “What I could understand of what she was yelling was funny so... I think she’ll be okay.”

“What’d she say?” Steve asked. “What I understood was ‘Who fucking does that? Like damn. Just get your nipple pierced and go do ho shit for a minute like a normal goddamn person. Fuck.’ The rest of it was in Gaelic and I’m probably lucky I couldn’t understand it.” he says.  Bucky coughed, “Wow... that’s... Is that what girls do after a break up now? What happened to ice cream?”

Clint snorted, “Fucked if I know, I’ve not been on the dating scene in a while.”

“You and Natasha date,” Thor pointed out. “No,” Clint clarified, “We hang out... And she helps me raise my kid. It’s more than dating but... not dating.” Thor was left to think it over and Pepper dragged Tony off to bed. Clint sighed, “Man, fuck being a teenager,” he said, “I wouldn’t do that shit again for anything. Especially not now.” Steve nodded, “I mean, there’s no polio now,” he said, “That’s helpful.”

Clint rolled his eyes, “On that now, I’m going to bed. I better go now if I’m gonna hit that 9am call time.” 

“Do we all have to go to that?” Tony called.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Clint called over his shoulder, headed to the elevator.

_______

Upstairs, you and Natasha lay facing each other on the bed. “I’m sorry, princess,” she said softly, stroking your hair as you finish telling her what happened.  You sigh, “I just. I really loved her.” When you start crying again she wipes away your tears with a tissue carefully. “I know you did,” she whispered, “You still do.” There’s a shaky breath and you nod again, “I hate this,” you say softly, “I feel sick and it feels like my heart’s being ripped out every time I look at her.” 

“It’ll get better, princess,” she says softly, “It’ll take a while. But one day you’ll wake up and it won’t be as bad. And then another day, this is just a bad few weeks.” You make a soft unhappy sound and Natasha smiles a little, “I promise,” she soothes. “We’ll be with you this weekend to get you through it,” she said, stroking your hair, “After that, I’m a phone call away,” she reminded, “You need anything. Even if it’s just something you need to yell about.” You nod, your eyes closing. You’re exhausted but you can’t seem to settle down. 

She laces the fingers of one hand through yours and continues to stroke your hair, humming softly. It’s a Russian lullaby, you know. But you don’t know the words. Nat’s never told you the words, she says she only remembers the melody. But it’s familiar. She’s done this since you were little. Since your dad was on a mission and you found your way to Nat. Even when the spy was afraid to be near you she was nice. So when you were scared and stuck to her like glue, needing an anchor in the cold utilitarian SHEILD compound, she’d held you in her lap while she typed, humming to herself and you'd finally fallen asleep with your head on her shoulder.

That’s how Coulson and your dad had found you after a moment of panic when you weren’t in your bed. Passed out on a Russian Spy’s shoulder while she typed mission reports and hummed pieces of a Russian lullaby. 

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[clandestine-rabbit]

Random story #3

Here we go again folks.

So my friend Angel was in town so he asked if I wanted to meet him and his gf to hang at the library. I was planning on it already so I headed there (where I currently am but I stayed after they left. Anyway) so I got here earlier than Angel did so I was chilling working on a doodle when I saw a sweater that looked weirdly familiar and i couldn't figure out why but I payed no mind and kept drawing. Finally i get a text from Ange and his gf's friend was at the library so we were all gonna hang. I didn't think anything of it and said okay cool see ya soon.

Again I saw the sweater closer but still ignored it, the guy walked by me and his sneakers looked weirdly familiar too and i couldn't figure out why but I figured I'd seen them maybe on a drawing character or just on some random person. Angel texts where are you and I tell him I'm in the back corner of the library.

So Angel walks around a bookcase, his wonderful gf behind him.

And y'all know who her friend was?

Can ya guess? I'll give you a bit

......

It was Mr. Fall-Out-Boy-are-sell-outs

He looked like he'd shit his pants when he saw me but no way was i going to ruin Angel's time in the city so i just greeted them both and Angel's gf introduced me to the dude by my nickname (which may as well be my name now). We all sat down and caught up, Angel introduced me to new music and I showed him new bands too, his GF talked to me about college while tge guy, I'll call him V, was practically squirming in his chair.

GF is an absolute angel btw, not kidding. She's sweet and nice, but I'll admit when I say she's a lot more firmer than I am that when someone's appears nice they always are (not that i think everyone's evil, I just don't always think someone's always Sunshine's and rainbows). She turned to V and asked if he was okay cause he'd been dead silent the whole time. He just said sure and that he was a little under the weather.

I didn't say anything, Angel and me were just talking and he asked if I'd recorded singing Victoria yet (Arma Angelus). I said i hadn't cause I was still trying to figure out how to do so when this conversation happened and O O F I wish I could've recorded his face.

GF: what's Victoria?

Me: oh here *hands her phone and earbuds* I like Arma Angelus

GF: *has a look of surprise on her face when it plays* oh! I didn't know you like this stuff

Me: mhm

V: *thinks I don't hear him* Fall out boy trash

Me: *I stare at him blankly, he starts to squirm again* what was that? I think you're feeling a little down, maybe you should head home

V: maybe you should fuck off

GF: *takes earbuds out because i had the volume low for her* V what the hell did you say?

V: she's being rude

GF: okay first of I told you Chicago is a they, it's not hard to remember. Second, they just said maybe you should head home if you feel that crummy

V: I'm FINE

Angel, who has been looking at me while i mouth "hes the guy" because i told him the story: hey V, look, just cool down okay? Chicago didn't mean anything by it. We're just worried about you

V: *is glaring at me but I've won this round, as if there'd be more and OH IS THERE*

GF: well anyway Chicago. That was a pretty cool song, what are they again?

Me: Amra Angelus but they're gone now. You can however find the vocalist in.... *I whipped out my drawing bag, on it are little 16 candles fall out boy pins* fall out boy!

GF: *is now laughing, cause I'm smooth like that* oh wow really? Oh wait is it the bassist, I think Angel mentioned that

V: wait you like those sell outs *he starts glaring at angel* you're kidding right?

Angel: I'm sorry you think they're sell outs but yes I like them, especially Andy

Me and GF: oooooooooh (we ways tease him about his crush on andy)

V: wait you're GAY? (I almost strangled him) *to GF* Why are you dating a gay dude

GF: He's bi, V. Jesus what is wrong with you today?

V: whats wrong with ME? why are you friends with that *points at me* and why are you dating a gay guy *points at Angel*

(Remember how I said this got better? Here we go : ) )

V: I happen to have known the dudes in arma and they would've curb stomped you to the street *talking to me*

GF and Angel stand up, pretty sure GF is ready to break V's face but I start smiling.

Me: okay? I mean if they wanted to kill soke kid for just being the way they are then fine

V, looking like a freshly picked tomato: you fucking crazy bitch. You like a bunch of sell outs, fall out boy are shit dudes. What was it, didn't the drummer try to shoot himself? Oh and that basssit dude almost died in a Best buy. What a pussy

--interrupting story time--

Don't

Ever

Bring up

What Andy said to me

Or what happened to Pete

If you're going to insult them and call them weak in my face

--back to our schedule--

Im 5'3/4", I'm a tiny bean and I'm mainly chub but I will still knock you down. I stood up to beat this fucker cause I was DONE but GF must've summoned the god of patience because she placed her hand on my shoulder and gently sat me back down, Angel sat down but was obviously angry still.

GF, with the kindest calmest voice I've ever heard: V, you are no longer my friend and I want nothing to do with you. I don't know anything about Arma Angelus or Fall out boy but Chicago is my friend and I won't listen to you say those kinds of things to them. Please leave the table before I get a librarian and tell her you've started getting agressive and need to leave.

V looked like he was going to say something then, at that point i was crying because I was so mad and angel had pulled ne into a hug, GF sat back down and looked at him expectantly before saying in the most terrifyingly calm tone that i swear could've frozen the whole library in a block of ice

"I said get the fuck out of here or I'll be the one to curb stomp you're homophobic ass into a pile of mush"

I've never seen anyone run that fast but he was gone. Immediately GF was apologizing and hugging me, she was crying because she didn't know how awful V was and when Angel told her about how he'd been rude to me yesterday the poor girl looked like I was a kicked puppy. We hung out for a bit longer, got some Burger King, then said goodbye

And hopefully that is the last i will see of V

[shoelesscosmonaut]

Bunch of Trash Lords and Tragedy Family doodles from the past couple weeks featuring Dren, Iouna, the Trash Lords and Reggie and Yana

[frederator-studios]

Meet D.R. Beitzel, Creator of “The Bagheads”

DR Beitzel is a cartoonist, creative producer, and Pennsylvania fellow living a NYC dream. His day job is playing video games in a Times Square skyscraper; his evenings are occupied writing funnies and drawing comics for the likes of MAD Magazine, McSweeneys, and his own Phatypus Comics. And like several of his idols before him - Matt Groening, anyone? - he’s now making the petite leap from comics to cartoons.  His GO! Cartoon “The Bagheads” is a historically accurate depiction of trash take-out travails with former roommates and his competitive clashes with his older brother. He maintains that the Goat (”Goooat”) is its sole foray into the cartoonish make-believe. He studied politics, so you know that he has 0 capacity to - dare I even suggest it!? - fib.

Sooo, where’d you study animation?

I didn’t! I first went to a community college in central Pennsylvania. It was full of a bunch of cool people - unfortunately not Donald Glover or Alison Brie, but fortunately also not Chevy Chase. Then I went to University of Pittsburgh and studied communications and political science.

Poli- what now?

Yeah... it was the Obama era. I thought “It’s all uphill from here! We’re just riding this political train into the Promised Land!” Reality hit hard. Back then, Jon Favreau was writing Obama’s ‘Yes We Can’ speeches, and I was all riled up. I wanted to be a speechwriter.

At one point a local city councilman asked me to write some remarks for him to use on Martin Luther King Day. I was idealistic and had a head full of steam, so I wrote this fiery, passionate stemwinder that drew on self-sacrifice and righteousness. I even referenced "Letter from Birmingham Jail”. The thing was, it was for a pancake breakfast at a rural Pennsylvania fire hall. So, I'm pretty sure he went out and said something like, "Thanks for coming. Go Eagles”.  I was young and naive, and didn't realize that every speech didn't have to be "Ask not what your country can do for you ..."

When did you decide to NOT work in politics?

When I met a real life politician. (I laugh) No, really! He was a hometown representative - I’m from the Pennsylvania boonies. And he was a Republican, which was fine; I was just looking for a foot in the door. But when he found out I wasn’t, he asked me if I was a double agent. Like he actually suspected me of being in cahoots with the Dems to get dirt on him! So weird. And then finally, it came down to either an unpaid internship with a politician or a paid gig without a politician, so I chose to get paid.

Chasing that dollar. What was the paid gig?

I started out as a freelance editor for fashion and fitness blogs. The biggest perk - and irony - was that I was working in sweatpants from my couch. I got jobs at some TV and radio stations. At the end of college, I did do one unpaid internship, which was the best free work I ever did. It was at WQED, the PBS affiliate in Pittsburgh where Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was filmed back in the day. They still had a bunch of the sets just hanging around the hallways - and I even got to meet Mr. McFeely, who was exactly as nice as you’d hope. Eventually, I decided to leave Pennsylvania and move to New York, probably for the cheap rent. And I’ve been here ever since, working with mobile games. I even got to visit the old MAD Magazine office when I did a comic with them. It was covered in original art from some of the all-time greats.

What kinda stuff have you done for MAD Mag and others?

For MAD, I did a comic parody called “Captain Red America”. He’s like Captain America but only represents conservative states, so a lot of his enemies are things he doesn’t actually believe in. So, when he fights the super villain Climate Change, Cap can’t fight back because he doesn’t believe in climate change, so it just beats him up. I also did some writing for McSweeneys. They have some of the funniest stuff published anywhere, and I always wanted to write for them. I love doing comics, too, because if I have an idea, I can just put it out there—there aren’t really stakeholders involved. Recently, I just finished a Valentines comic for Bushwick Daily, a local Brooklyn blog, about the types of people you meet on Tinder.

How was transplanting to NYC - did you always want to move there?

Ehhh… I’m one of those unwilling New Yorkers who loves to hate it. The city has its upsides; it’s the best comedy scene. When I first arrived I joined UCB, which I think is mandatory when you move to New York - they just issue you a membership with your MetroCard. I always brag that I got to see Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson perform their Broad City stage show before it became a TV show. I love that community, and part of me wishes I’d have stuck with it longer, but I was getting pulled in a bunch of different directions, including a new job.

Oh yeah? Where at?

At Nickelodeon! I got the opportunity very randomly, about a month after I arrived. My (soon-to-be) boss called two people in for interviews, and I guess all that theatrical training from UCB paid off, because I was able to fake being a functional person long enough for her to hire me. It’s a really fun place to work: talented artists, toys everywhere, and sometimes wide-eyed kids are touring the office or testing games for us and you remember what we’re all doing there. The downside is that we’re in Times Square, so when I venture into the street I’m guaranteed to get a face-full of armpit. But playing video games is part of my job - I produce apps and games related to Nick shows.

That is the Dream. What’s your favorite game you’ve worked on?

Probably TMNT: Legends. We had a tremendous team of real fans, and the game looks great. Plus, I got to go visit Montreal where the team is based. I highly recommend that everyone spend years developing a game with a blockbuster studio, so you can visit, too.

Did you choose the cartoon life, or did the cartoon life choose you?

Wow, I really need to get “Cartoon Life” tattooed across my stomach. It was mutual selection. As a kid, I’d go to my grandma’s house and draw through all the paper she had. I looked up to Sergio Aragones of MAD. I was always drawing in the margins of the handouts at church - that’s the only way I’d sit still. But in high school, I stopped drawing for a bit - I guess I was partying too much, or maybe I just lost all my pencils in one of my oversized neon Tommy Hilfiger jackets. Then, I got back into it in college, drawing editorial comics at my school newspapers. I get inspired by people like Matt Groening. He was grinding out “Life in Hell” for like 40 years - well after he became a TV tycoon with The Simpsons and Futurama - just for the love of it.

How did you come to pitch for GO! Cartoons?

Just a random Google search, looking for places to send some stuff. I only barely met the deadline. I put together a thumbnail pitch and sent it on in.

Did “The Bagheads” change much from pitch through production?

The core story was always a brother and sister arguing over trash take-out. But it fluctuated in length quite a bit. There were a lot parts I added and then we condensed or cut out. There were intros, flashbacks - at some point, probably dragons and ice zombies - a lot did have to be trimmed down. Which was tough, because as you can probably tell, I’m a pretty big blowhard.

Who inspired the Bagheads, and were they always, you know… bag headed?

The Bagheads were always bagheads. As a little kid, I used to doodle baghead people with my brother, who inspired me to start drawing at all. We’d draw the guys from Guns ‘N Roses, but with bags over their heads—I have no idea why, but probably because I was kid who was crappy at drawing and couldn’t draw faces. Anyway, it became a running gag between us, we called them Guns ‘N Baggies. And over the years since, I’d draw those types every now and then -- a muscle baggie, an old baggie, whatever. So when I was getting ready to submit to Frederator, I knew the character’s personalities, but I didn’t know their appearances. So I reached into my childhood and pulled out the Bagheads.

What do you enjoy the most about Elbow and Artemis?

Well, what I enjoyed most about the short in general was working with so many talented people to bring it to life. I gotta give a big shout out to Eric, Kelsey, Michelle, JoJo, Sylvia, Paul, Bill, Kevin, Stephen, our cast and everyone else at Frederator and Salami Studios who made this happen. I did not do this alone - nowhere near it.  

As for Artemis and Elbow, I’ve always liked duos with friendly antagonism, like Ren and Stimpy, Bugs and Daffy. Those good-natured conflicts where you’re kinda buddies, but you’re also kinda at each other’s throat. I like that Artemis and Elbow’s personalities create conflict: she’s hyper-competitive, he’s lazy. And then there’s their poor clueless dad, who’s working too much and constantly worried about the safety of his kids but doesn’t realize the biggest danger to them is each other. Those relationships can serve up a lot of fun, simple stories.

What inspired Nuke Man Jones, who’s still pulling off the eternal dunk as we speak?

Harlem Globe Trotters, for sure. They basically have superpowers. I was really looking for things that Elbow might see at a high altitude and I wanted something silly. Nuke Man is stuck up there in Earth’s orbit now, cursed to never complete that dunk like some Sisyphean baller fate.

The billion dollar question: do the Bagheads have bags for heads, or are they wearing bags over regular people heads?

Ya know, I’m gonna opt not to answer that one. The question of the bags can remain an unanswered mystery if it gets a series. It’ll be like The Leftovers for kids.

How about some favorite cartoons?

I mean, my Top 10 would just be The Simpsons, Seasons 1 through 10: that’s my all-time favorite TV, right there. South Park can’t get enough love—those guys have turned out classic after classic, and they’re the smartest gross-out humor in history. Looney Tunes, Ren & Stimpy, Beavis and Butthead - Mike Judge is a genius. Jim Henson and The Muppets, even though it’s not a cartoon; puppets count, right? MAD Magazine stuff like Sergio Aragones features or “Spy vs. Spy,” which was an inspiration for this Bagheads short.

I’m also really inspired by old school newspaper comics. It breaks my heart that they’re disappearing. Calvin and Hobbes is gorgeous and the most inspiring thing to me. I just read the entire series again, and it’s as good as ever. I appreciate that Bill Watterson refused all the licensing and merch deals people wanted to make for it. I read once that he left something like $400 million on the table.

That’s amazing.

Yeah. Once, I made a parody album cover for a local comic shop’s art show, and I made one based off of Notorious BIG’s “Ready to Die” cover: Notorious HOB’s “Ready to Live”. People wanted prints so I started selling them, and then it dawned on me that I was breaking the spirit of Watterson’s anti-commercial stance. So I stopped selling them, and just told people, “Sorry, they’re gone!” 

What do you like to do outside of your work*? (*everybody else’s play)

I like to connect with my inner hillbilly - errr, inner hippie - whatever it is. I go to the beach and state parks pretty often. And I love stand-up: I just saw Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, Amy Schumer, Jeff Ross and Kevin Hart at Radio City Music Hall. It was insane.

What are you working on now?

At the moment, I’m investing all my resources in trying to score “Black Panther” tickets. Otherwise, I'm working on a musical animated series idea with two musician friends, Jeff and Matt. It's really cool and is somewhere between Hamilton and Freaks & Geeks. I'm also working on a comic strip about animals in a post-human world. It's really cartoony, except the president is a photo-realistic opossum whose speeches are just incoherent, ear-piercing screeches.  I'm not sure where that falls on the fiction/non-fiction spectrum. So much for giving up politics!

Great talking with you D.R., thanks for the interview! Looking forward to all of your future endeavors. And I’ll be sure to vote for you if you ever return to politics / being a spy for those wily Pennsylvania Dems.

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- Cooper

[destiny-islanders]

FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You know how sometimes in FFXV when you’re out in the woods next to animals that won’t attack you, you end up hitting one by accident while you’re fending off MTs?

SORA DOES THIS AND IT RUINS HIS LIFE

HE HITS AN ANAK. 

NOT JUST AN ANAK

AN ANAK CALF

He uses a Megalixir on it… Gladio is ready to End Him for wasting that on a stupid-looking giraffe cow!!!!

(Ignis: “Prompto, Noctis, go distract Sora while I take some of the mother’s meat to cook for dinner. I’ve come up with a new recipe, and the secret ingredient is ATTEMPTED INFANTICIDE.”)

While we’re talking about Sora and killing things– he doesn’t like to kill bugs. That puts him at odds with Noct and Prom on multiple occasions. Those two are the embodiment of those Internet memes depicting people burning their houses down to kill a single crazy-looking insect. Meanwhile Sora is over there feeling guilty about accidentally stepping on a snail

A talking cricket capable of reading and writing lived in Sora’s hoodie for like two years okay HE HAS A SOFT SPOT

Yes Sora is that guy to catch a spider and let it outside

Yes Gladio has killed bugs that Sora wanted to save while he scrambled around trying to find a paper towel… because yeah. He doesn’t want to touch that creepy crawly with his bare hands, even if his motives are Pure

“BORIS THE SPIDER! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Sora is able to see Gentiana and Carbuncle without the use of a camera

Cue the bros using Sora’s Actual Sixth Sense to their advantage by having him guide them to make silly poses with the invisible deities

Noctis can’t believe Gentiana plays along. What a good sport.

Sora checking his phone during one of Carbuncle’s visits and beginning to giggle uncontrollably

THIS LITTLE FLUFF BALL HAS THE DIRT ON EMBARRASSING CHILD NOCT STORIES

Noct: “How tf did he get your number”

Since Sora is a couple of years younger than everyone else (I headcanon him as 17/18 when he first comes to Eos), Ignis and Gladio are Very Protective of him

Honestly it’s like Sora has four big brothers

Gladio is floored by the fact that Sora is more or less a self-taught swordsman

He still helps train Sora because technique is important

He swells up with So Much Pride when he catches Sora using a move he’d taught him during training on an MT

Gladio is so excited to take Sora to try his first meal of Cup Noodles

Sora ends up being a bit of a purist; he doesn’t like meat or veggies– just ramen and broth.

Ignis is baffled by nearly everything Sora does and how nonchalantly he does it

This kid can jump nine feet in the air and even executes a fussy little flip when he does it wtf

Oh, well. At least Sora can pick those fruit over there by jumping and reaching so no one has to climb the tree and risk a broken neck

(Noctis: “I didn’t break my neck, Specs– I sprained my wrist!!”

Ignis: “Which wouldn’t have happened if you’d been more careful.”)

Sora is dared (hmm by whom?? I wonder…….) to prank Ignis by putting a rogue ingredient into the stew one night.

He and his cohorts (you know who they are) watch Ignis do a taste-test nonchalantly 

Who am I kidding they are totally obvious as they try to stop themselves from laughing

Dunno why you’re laughing, though, boys– that’s your dinner you’re sabotaging

Ignis is obviously disgusted by what he tastes. He stands there for a moment… and then he fumbles around in his pack for new ingredients

You bet your ass Ignis salvages the stew. In fact, it actually tastes better than before?? “I’ve come up with a new recipe, and the secret ingredient is ATTEMPTED SABOTAGE.”

Don’t ask Sora what the rogue ingredient was, Ignis. He’s not from around here and wouldn’t really know a Lieden pepper from a Duscaean potato

Prompto caves and tells him

The next day… how strange… it seems that Ignis only made enough dinner for himself and Gladio to enjoy… looks like it’s time for Toast for the Culinary Saboteurs

Ignis drags it out for a bit before giving the boys their share.

Noctis reminds Sora of Riku a lot.

Yes, by that I mean he tries to have a cool exterior but is actually a Giant Goober

Noct fishing while sitting at the end of the pier with Sora, long after the other bros have lost interest and wandered elsewhere

Long talks about friends and hopes for the future

Noctis feeling a little guilty because Sora seems so… comfortable with the burden of protecting not just one world, but a whole bunch.

Meanwhile, Noctis is reluctant to accept a king’s responsibility. He never asked for this. He just wants to be… normal.

Sora eventually admitting to having doubts about why the Keyblade stayed with him, and quietly wishing for the day to come that the worlds won’t need a single Keyblade master.

Turns out the two of them have more in common than Noct first thought.

Noctis trying to reel in the DEMON FISH from the VR game and Sora is in such a panic and so desperate to help that he PUNCHES THE MONSTER FISH IN THE FACE and BREAKS EVERY KNUCKLE IN HIS RIGHT HAND

Prompto and Sora are BEST FRIENDS and honestly IT HAPPENS SO FAST

Prom gives Sora some photography lessons and lets him loose in Galdin Quay

He ends up with a memory card full of cat photos of various angles and degrees of blurriness

Somehow a local reporter overhears Sora talking with Prompto about his intention to take a photo with every single Kenny Crow statue in Lucis and ends up having a little article published about him. Just seems like one of those slice-of-life stories that the media would eat up

They use one of Prompto’s photos of Sora and Kenny for the newspaper!!! It’s on like the 85th page nestled into a corner, but he’s!!! Officially!! A published photographer!!!

In the long night, there are several instances that find Prom and Sora on a hunt near a Crow’s Nest they never had a chance to visit during their road trip. Taking a photo is a matter of obligation at this point

Prompto scrolling through the Caw, Kids! It’s Sora Crow! folder and tearing up as he starts from the first photo and scrolls forward. By year seven of the long night, Sora’s smile as he stands under Kenny’s wing doesn’t reach his eyes

Starscourge!Sora headcanons that aren’t completely miserable??? Look at them, hanging out above the angst cut????

It eventually gets to the point that Sora’s left eye glows in the dark like a nightlight

Prompto finds himself using the glow of Sora’s fuckin’ daemon eye to try and read the map after his flashlight’s battery dies

omfg

It’s just so absurd that the two of them burst out laughing

It’s the first time either of them had laughed in a while. It felt… nice…

Gladio pressing a hand over Sora’s eye when they’re trying to sneak up on a daemon because it will give them away

Prompto’s response is to give Sora an eyepatch he swiped from the clinic for their next hunt

Sora: “I always wanted to be a pirate as a kid. Who says dreams don’t come true, even in this horrific post-apocalyptic hellscape”

Also Sora: “Srsly Gladio I can see better in the dark with this eye maybe don’t”

Head into the misery dojo if you dare under the cut

Uh-oh. It is.

Pls don’t think about Sora desperately trying to break into the Crystal after he discovers that it’s dragged Noctis inside of it.

The Keyblade’s strength depends on the heart of its wielder. He should be able to cut through this! He can cut through anything!!!!

It takes a very long time before Sora or any of the Chocobros leave that chamber. 

Yes they stay there for days hoping beyond hope that Noct will come out

During the long night, Sora becomes a daemon hunter and a team leader for a group of search and rescue teams

His first retrieval mission ends… badly. The people who’d sent the distress signal were long gone by the time Sora and his team got there

One of the kids was in mid-transformation after being afflicted with the Starscourge…

Sora can’t land the fatal blow. He goes outside and throws up while Dave finishes the job

Search and rescue missions are a source of extreme anxiety for Sora after that… but he has to try and save as many people as he can

Sora tries not to think about Riku, Kairi, or any of his friends beyond Eos. It hurts too much. He tries to put his Wayfinder in a shoebox in his apartment to avoid its constant reminder of what he’s lost… but he just can’t bring himself to part with it

He wishes he did when he takes a nasty spill into a ravine during a solo mission two years into the long night. Smashes his Wayfinder into pieces.

He’s too injured to climb out of the ravine, too. He gives up after a couple of attempts and just gathers up the pieces of the good luck charm that he can. He just lay there in a heap and watches the stars

Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio hear about Sora’s disappearance and team up for the first time in almost a year to find him

They make it in time. Lots of potions and a piggyback ride to safety courtesy of Gladio see our dorkupine boy right

Prompto notices Sora throw something in the trash before leaving the clinic and finds the Wayfinder pieces. He knows what the charm represents and how devastated Sora must be that it’s been irreparably destroyed.

He gathers up the pieces, puts them in a pouch, and leaves it on the table in the kitchen of Sora’s tiny apartment. He leaves a note, too: I know they haven’t given up on you. So don’t give up on them.

A few days later, Sora gives Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio each a piece of the charm. So that all of us will find each other, in the end

Noctis takes a piece of the charm with him to the throne

[wordshappensometimes]

Inked (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: After spending the afternoon drawing all over your legs in sharpie, you’re worried a certain supersoldier won’t be a fan of your new tattooed look, but if nothing else, Steve Rogers is a man who’s full of surprises.

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N- inspired by “Ink my Skin” by the wonderful @fvckingsteverogers (their story is super cute- read it HERE) and by the fact that this is how I actually spent my afternoon today... well the drawing all over myself part anyway ;) (seriously my legs are covered in sharpie and I have work tomorrow.. thank goodness for long pants) Enjoy the fluff!

Warnings: none, I don’t even think I swore in this one!

Words: 2,833

You looked around your apartment and sighed contentedly, it’d been ages since you’d had time to really go through and clean the place, but since Steve had been on mission for the past week you could finally dedicate some time to clearing out your embarrassingly cluttered apartment. It’s not that you couldn’t clean when he was around, but when he had a day, or hell even an afternoon off, all thoughts of cleaning and productivity were thrown out the window. Even if Steve insisted that he didn’t want to distract you from your work, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him if he was within arm’s reach.

You reached down and pulled up on the black trash bag lying at your feet, tossing it over your shoulder with a grunt, you carried it towards the front door and plopped it down by the other two trash bags that you told yourself you’d take out later. It was rainy and crummy today, and the last thing you wanted to do was run across the parking lot of your building just to throw out the trash. With Steve away you knew it was more than likely that you’d leave it there for a few days- with no one around to impress, your motivation to keep things super tidy waned, to say the least- but at the very least you knew you wanted to take out the trash before Steve got back from his mission, just so he wouldn’t have to do it.

Making a mental note to remember to get to those bags before Steve did, you stepped into your bedroom and looked around. This was the last room in your apartment you needed to tackle, and it was by far going to take the most work. You had clothes to sort through and donate, linens to wash, and a desk full of useless tchotchkes (knicknacks), notebooks you hadn’t touched in years, and all sorts of other crap that you needed to weed through. You set to work on your desk, figuring it wouldn’t take you too long to figure out what to keep and what to trash, unlike the debate you were likely to face when it came to your clothes. You dumped out the contents of each drawer one at a time and sorted out your stuff accordingly. Aside from some unidentified usb cables, loose post it notes and several years’ worth of school notebooks, there wasn’t a whole lot of stuff to sort through so you were able to work quickly.

To your great surprise, you discovered your old (more like ancient at this point) ipod classic and an unopened 12 pack of sharpie markers at the back of your top drawer. You hopped up excitedly and brought the two treasures to your bed, you just had to know if your ipod still worked, so you plugged it into your laptop and crossed your fingers. Would you like to sync “The Titanic lol” to itunes?

“It liiiives!!!” You proclaimed dramatically. You wiggled excitedly as you got ready for a middle school/high school era jam session, and you literally laughed aloud when Bowling for Soup started to pump out of your computer’s speakers. You reached for the pack of sharpies and pulled the cap off of the black one to see if they were still any good, but all your notebooks and post its were on the other side of the room. You looked down at your bare legs sprawled across the bed, chuckled to yourself and shrugged playfully, Beats getting up to get paper. You did a few test scribbles, just to see if the marker worked, but that quickly turned into doodling a bunch of dandelions just above your knee, which turned into wanting to test all of the markers in the pack, ya know, to be sure they worked.

You got lost in the nostalgic early 2000’s music and stink of sharpies, and before you had realized just how long you’d been sitting there, your leg, foot and ankle were more or less covered in ink. You also hadn’t realized that your front door had opened and closed.

“Y/N?”

“Steve? Is that you??” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips as you called across the apartment, you knew he was probably exhausted, but the fact that Steve always came straight to your house after a mission filled you with a sense of relief and excitement that you couldn’t quite fully explain.

Steve popped his head into the doorway to your room then stepped completely into view. He wasn’t in his uniform anymore, but you could tell he hadn’t showered at the tower, and to your great relief it looked like he hadn’t been too badly injured this time around.

He drew his face up into a confused wrinkle and laughed softly as he took in the sight before him, “What the hell happened here?”

You were confused for a moment, but one glance down at your legs quickly reminded you of how you’d spent the last few hours. You shrugged and played up an exaggeratedly guilty face,

“I found some new sharpies...?”

Steve shook his head as he stepped into your room and sat on the bed next to you, he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you into a gentle kiss. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed contentedly. As much as you hated it when he would leave, there was nothing quite like having him back in your arms again after a long mission.

Steve pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against yours, he sighed and closed his eyes as he stroked your hair.

“God, I missed you so much.”

You pecked a light kiss to his lips.

“I missed you too, Steve. ”

Steve smiled at you, his blue eyes shining into yours. He scanned you up and down briefly, and his gaze landed on your heavily inked leg. He chuckled silently to himself and patted your thigh as he started to shake his head again.

“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of tattoos, but you were hoping you’d be in the clear with your recently acquired temporary ones.

“No no... Actually I kinda like em.” He blushed a little at the confession.

“Really?” Now that you hadn’t been expecting.

“Yeah!” He smiled up at you and moved your leg so that it laid across his lap. “You know I love looking at your drawings” he said softly as he started to inspect your work. Steve gently traced the lines on your legs with his finger, sending goosebumps up and down your skin. Art was one of the first things the two of you had bonded over, in fact you had been drawing in your notebook when the gorgeous blonde first approached you in the Avengers tower’s cafeteria.

“Were you finished already?” He looked up at you suddenly, and there was a light behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite identify.

His question caught you a bit off guard. “Uhhh, I dunno. I mean there’s plenty of space left but I was quickly running out of ideas.” You laughed softly. “Why?” You bit your lip slightly as you waited for Steve’s response.

He arched his eyebrow and threw you a playful look, “Can I do some?”

Your face fell into a wide smile and you laughed, this man seriously never ceased to amaze you.

“I’d love that.” You bent forward and reached for the pack of sharpies. You readjusted your seat slightly and motioned at yourself with your best Vanna White impersonation. “Where would you like to work?” You quirked an eyebrow up at him.

Steve pulled his lip into his mouth as he looked you up and down, debating. Finally he reached out towards your shoulder and pushed up the sleeve of your t-shirt.

“Here.” He pressed his hands against your upper arm and shoulder.

Your cheeks flushed slightly, Steve knew just how to push your buttons in any situation, and when he was sweet like this you couldn’t help but turn into a blushing, giggly mess. It was these quiet, intimate moments with the supersolider you cherished the most, because those were the moments when Steve was most at ease, and the most like himself.

You held out the pack of sharpies to him, “Have at it, babe.” Steve pulled out the purple sharpie and you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose. He wrinkled his nose and blushed slightly. He poked your nose in retaliation.

“No peeking.”

“Oh what? That’s not fair!” You pursed your lips in mock annoyance and narrowed your eyes slightly. Steve dropped his head to the side and looked right back at you. While his puppy-dog pout was nearly invincible, you were determined to win him over. After what felt like ages (and after morphing your own expression so that it became more and more ridiculous) Steve finally cracked and let out a laugh.

“Alright, alright fine. You wanna draw on me while I do you?”

You shot up, “You mean it??”

Steve laughed again, it was like music to your ears, if only you could keep him constantly laughing. “Yeah I mean it. It’s only fair. Besides, I’d love to wear some of your art, doll.” He moved in close and nuzzled his nose against yours, causing you to giggle like a schoolgirl.

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you scanned your boyfriend’s ridiculously sculpted body for where you’d like to work. You placed your hand over his left bicep and traced light circles into the fabric of his shirt with your finger as you raised your eyebrows at him. Without a word Steve pulled off his shirt and you pulled yourself onto his lap so you could both easily reach where you were going to draw. You wiggled your hips slightly as you adjusted your position in Steve’s lap, and smiled to yourself when he hummed contentedly. You felt your boyfriend’s left hand rest on your hip as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, Steve brushed a loose hair from your face and flashed you a beautiful smile.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad to have you back.” You kissed him gently on the lips, and as you went to pull away, Steve reached up and pulled you back in, deepening the kiss. Before you got too lost in Steve’s touch, you pulled away and wiggled your eyebrows at him as you reached for the markers.

You pulled the blue sharpie from the pack and got to work on Steve’s chest as he, in turn started in on your left shoulder.

For the next hour, the two of you traded markers back and forth, pausing every so often to kiss or tickle one another. You sang quietly along with the music as you worked, and Steve couldn’t help but look down at you and get lost in the adorable expressions you made as you focused on your drawing.

“Hey, I thought you said no peeking!” you taunted playfully when you caught him staring down at you.

“Sorry doll, couldn’t resist.” He pressed a kiss into your forehead before returning his focus to your arm; whatever he was doing over there it must have been pretty intricate, or it least it felt like it as far as you could tell from the pen moving over your skin.

“Well ya better focus on your own work, cause I’m just about done over here, Rogers.” Even though he wasn’t looking at your face as you spoke, Steve could practically hear the eyebrow wiggle that followed your little brag.

A few minutes later you leaned into Steve and pressed a wet, passionate kiss into his neck to let him know you’d finished your drawing. You felt his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed roughly.

“I take it you’re finished then?”

“Mmhmm” you hummed your answer into his neck as you kept kissing him.

Steve let out a soft moan. “Just give me a second to finish up here doll, otherwise you’re gonna drive me insane.” Deciding not to torture him any further, you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, and you watched him as he finished his drawing.

Moments later, Steve brought his hand up to your cheek and brushed it with his thumb, you could feel him smile against the top of your head.

“You ready to see?”

You sat up in his lap and smiled brightly.

“Hell yeah. Are you?”

“You know it, doll.”

“Go ahead.” You nodded down at the drawing you’d done on Steve’s chest as you reached for a mirror.

Steve looked down at your work and couldn’t help but laugh with surprise at what he saw.

“Is that...?”

You nodded excitedly. “Do you like it?” You held the small mirror up so Steve could better see. Steve’s hand traced over the small ferris wheel and boardwalk you’d drawn over his skin. You had only been to Coney Island the one time when Steve took you there on a date, but from the smile in his eyes you could tell you’d done a good job capturing his treasured Brooklyn boardwalk.

“Doll... I love it.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a deep kiss. He pulled back suddenly, and his eyes shone with excitement “Your turn.”

You bit your lip excitedly as you twisted to get a better look at your left arm, and once Steve’s drawing came into view you gasped and brought your hand up to your mouth. You were speechless. It started halfway up your forearm and curled just over your shoulder, and it was absolutely stunning. You gingerly traced your right hand over the beautiful bouquet of purple lilacs, pink roses, and red carnations, it was only after a moment that you noticed that in the middle of all of these flowers there was sparrow that had its wings stretched out behind it in flight. How Steve had managed to capture so much detail and beauty with just sharpies you had no idea, but you were absolutely blown away.

“Steve....” you looked up at your boyfriend, you were at a complete loss for words.

Steve smiled softly at you and took your hand in his.

“You remember our first date?”

You nodded, “Of course. T-the flowers, they look just like the ones you gave me... and we saw that huge flock of sparrows when we were walking through the park..”

“Do you remember what you told me about sparrows?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head slightly. Steve brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

“When we saw those sparrows, you told me that in Greek mythology, sparrows symbolized true love... I think you said it was because of Aphrodite- but anyway... it just felt right.” He smiled sweetly up at you and you felt your eyes water with tears. What on earth did you do to deserve this beautiful man?

“Oh, Steve...” tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks now, but you didn’t care, “that’s beautiful. And this- this is absolutely stunning.” you said, motioning towards the ink on your shoulder.

Steve held your face in his hands and brushed away your tears with his thumbs. You giggled when he kissed you on the nose.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too.”

You looked back down at Steve’s drawing and bit your lip in thought.

“I know you’re not big on tattoos... but how would you feel if I got this one done?” You looked up at him, hoping he wouldn’t mind the idea.

“Seriously?” he looked surprised, but you nodded enthusiastically and even bounced slightly on his lap to show your excitement.

Steve bit his lip in thought “.... One condition.”

“Name it.”

“You have to draw a sparrow for me to get done.”

Your jaw dropped and you opened your eyes wider than you thought possible.

“Steve! Are you serious?”

Steve nodded, he looked just as excited as you did now, “Yeah!... Sparrows mean true love... So we can’t just have one sparrow.”

Once again you were at a loss for words, but Steve crashed his lips into yours and kissed you, so words weren’t exactly a priority right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself as close to Steve as physically possible. You carded your fingers through Steve’s hair, eliciting a quiet moan as he massaged his hands into your hips and back. In an instant, Steve lifted you from his lap and before you realized what he was doing he had you pinned between him and your mattress, a playful grin splayed across his face.

“So whaddya say, doll?”

You pulled him down into another passionate kiss.

“Deal.”