#he has to TRUST you in order for him to allow physical contact and even then he feels safer if he's the one to initiate it

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✦Michael Myers Fluff Alphabet✦

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

None of the Michaels are picky. Attractiveness isn’t really a factor to them. When they find something aesthetically pleasing, that may give some hesitation, but it won’t stop the pursuit of carnage. Still, that doesn’t mean they don’t have preferences. 

  OG!Myers finds submission attractive. Physically that could be a smaller stature, introverted body language, etc. And personality-wise, that could entail being shyer, reserved. He likes someone who will listen to him, who will sit with him in silence, and who he can observe.   Grandpa!Myers is more likely to be a tad more superficial. He got less care, he’s a bit sloppy. But his wants from his younger days are essentially the same. Someone weaker, smaller, quiet. That way he can still feel intimidating and powerful in comparison, even if his youth has gone. On that note, he also finds youth attractive. (Not teenagers or anything, more like late 20s to early 30s.)   RZ!Myers is a bit more complex than his counterparts. Physical attractiveness doesn’t hold a candle to what he requires in a person to find them appealing. They need to catch his attention in their behavior. This Michael runs on curiosity and familiarity. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy some things he thinks are nice to look at. Dark femininity is something he sees as familiar & comforting. Overall though, he would be most drawn to someone he could relate to. Someone with a similar disdain for society and his tastes. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Both OG Myers & Grandpa!Myers are a big no. He doesn’t like people, he doesn’t like family. And if we’re following the storyline that Laurie is his sister, he doesn’t want any more people with his bloodline. The only Myers that deserves to live is him, to carry on such evil. Do they hate babies? No. But they don’t like them either. OG!Myers might’ve had a softer spot for them, but we know Grandpa!Myers ain’t too fond of youngsters.

RZ!Myers is still a very unlikely man to agree, but, he is more likely than his counterparts. He likes babies. He doesn’t like kids, necessarily, but he does like babies. They’re innocent, they don’t have the capability of being cruel, and they’re still capable of developing into good people. On top of that, Michael liked his family. Judith was the only murder he seemed to have any regret for, he included her in his shotty remake of his family. He loved his mother, and his baby sister was important to him. He doesn’t necessarily like the idea of being fully responsible for a baby, but enough patience and maybe a softer moment with him could convince him. But it has to be his. No adoption with this man, sorry to say. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

OG!Myers doesn’t cuddle. Maybe once every blue moon, maybe. It’ll take a lot of patience and if you do manage to get cuddly with him, it’ll be more like him tolerating your hold, he won’t reciprocate. He doesn’t like being vulnerable and he’s not fond of being touched. But if you manage to reach the point where he trusts you enough to let you hug his arm, the most he’ll do is put himself closer to you in order to allow contact easier.

Grandpa!Myers also isn’t fond of cuddling. Again, he doesn’t like being touched and he doesn’t like being seen as soft or weak, especially now in his older age. Because let’s be honest, in comparison to his younger years he is weaker, even if he’s still stronger than most normal people. But, he is also at his loneliest in this age, a bit touch starved, something he hates to acknowledge. Once again, you won’t get standard cuddling from him, and it’ll take time for him to allow you to hold him, but it’s a bit more achievable than it used to be. He’ll be more likely to look for excuses to gain your touch, making you think it was purely your idea. Like when he’s wounded. 

RZ!Myers also doesn’t like being touched. None of the Myers do really, but similarly to Grandpa Myers, he’s begrudgingly touch-starved. He’s a bit more emotional than the other two. Gentle coaxing after allowing him to grow trust between you two will allow him to lean into affection more. He’s stiff, unpracticed, but he’ll come to enjoy pressure from you laying on him, warmth you provide in the Autumn months, etc. But he responds most to appreciation, even if silent. He gets a little ego boost when you make a motion to appreciate the lines in his hands, to feel the firmness of his biceps, etc. He’ll respond a bit more obviously than the other two, as long as you don’t tease him for it.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

None of them really do “dates”. Grandpa & OG!Myers aren’t exactly the type to wander around without the purpose of murder. If he doesn’t feel like killing, then he’s in his home, that’s it. He’s also never understood romantic gestures, the concept of a love life or the need for dates. The closest you’ll get is dinner at home or maybe watching out the window with him. RZ!Myers knows what dates are and he understands the very basic concept of them, but emotionally, he doesn’t get the need. If you’re in a relationship, and you live together, then why would you need to go out and do stuff. Bonding can happen at home. But, if they’re important to you, and he’s feeling particularly generous, he’s willing to do something simple. Nothing loud, in public, etc. He’s also rather selfish, so, he’d prefer if it was something he’d also enjoy. Safe bets would be Drive-In movies, hiking, or simply taking a long drive at night. There would be a few more options if he wasn’t a criminal, but it’s at least something.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

“Enigma.”

The way to interest a Myers is to confuse him, to be something intriguing or mysterious. Being something he can’t easily explain. He needs some reason to not brush you off and lump you in with faceless victims, to separate you from society. He needs something to stimulate his brain and interest him. Michael wants to understand because he wants to know everything, he wants to be better than others. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Grandpa & OG!Myers do not understand what love is, they never will. They know fondness and occasional dopamine. He could be in love with you, but he won’t know what it is that he’s feeling. But he knows it’s positive. Sometimes, the fact he doesn’t know what it is upsets him. It’s in these moments that he’ll pull back. But, he’s gone a long time with the world being dull and greyscale, his only flashes of color being bright red of murder. So, he’ll come back in the end. As long as you can provide a calm joy, he’ll come back.

RZ!Myers knows the word love, the basic definition, but he doesn’t understand it deeply. His mother described it to him once though. The want to give someone a good life, to be a part of them, to appreciate and protect them, to be the object of affection. When he starts to notice those “symptoms”, it’ll catch him off guard, and it’ll annoy him. He’s not good with emotions. The only ones he knows are satisfaction, numbness, and rage. You bring so many more though, which he can’t understand. But he’s driven by curiosity, so, he’ll come to enjoy the constant entertainment, and your company with it. Admitting it’s the word love is hard, but it’ll start to seep in naturally until it’s second nature.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The short answer is probably no. RZ!Myers is probably the gentlest of the three, but he’s not really…gentle. They aren’t really sure how to be. OG!Myers is rough and aggressive, he’s got a lot of energy he’s built up over the years. He’s blunt & to the point, he doesn’t beat around the bush. But, when there’s something that works through the tiny cracks of his tough exterior, he’ll have a moment of softness. Some gentleness will break in through his most inner parts, that little bit of humanity, and he’ll move with some hesitance. Grandpa!Myers is the roughest in general. He doesn’t have time for tenderness, he has never been shown kindness, he doesn’t know how that works. Any gentleness from him will be mimicked from you, and it’ll be when he is at his weakest, which isn’t often. Maybe once a month. RZ!Myers had the occasional sight of mercifulness. From his mother, mainly. And he has seen some beautiful things in the world, albeit very few. He’s delicately made art, he’s been careful when holding his baby sister, and he’s felt the kindness from his mother. He’s not great at it, but he’s capable of it. Only when he deems something worthy of it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Again, none of the Myers are very fond of touch. OG!Myers doesn’t like his hands being held. To him, it feels odd and restrictive, he doesn’t like not having the freedom to move his hands whenever he wants. If you’re gonna hold him, he’d prefer it’d be his arm. Grandpa!Myers also doesn’t like hand-holding very much, especially with his fingers now being blown off, but he’ll be a tad more likely to allow it. His hand will just be limp, though. It’s more so letting you appreciate his hand. RZ!Myers is fine with his hand being held if he’s already reached that point of trust with you. It’s not necessarily his favorite form of affection, but he doesn’t mind it. He will get kind of smug if your hands are particularly smaller than his.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

In general, they’ll all have the same opinion. You start as a simple target to get in a murder fix, and then the way you behave instills some curiosity. They want to know more. You’re fascinating.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

It depends on your social life, but in general, it’s not jealousy. All the Myers are overprotective but they’re not really jealous. To be honest, all of them have too much confidence to feel jealous. Why would you need someone else? Maybe RZ!Myers could experience it here and there, but the other two not so much. When they do get that feeling though, they’re uh…they’re just gonna murder the person that made them feel that way and probably stalk you more for a few weeks.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It’ll have to be you every single time. None of them are good with romantic anything. They’ve never understood it either. They all like keeping their faces hidden, they’re not fond of touch, and they rarely understand the deeper reasons for things like kisses. Grandpa!Myers is the least likely to accept a kiss directly to his skin. Your teeth are too close to his skin, the best you’ll get is a kiss to his mask. If you’re gonna kiss his bare face, it’ll have to be in a moment where he’s particularly weak & vulnerable, but not upset. Like one of the rare moments where he’s trying to sleep. Short pecks are the best bet, no making out with the old man, apologies.

OG!Myers has similar feelings toward kissing, he prefers them over his mask. If you get a kiss from him without his mask on, again, it has to be in a very special moment and you’ll need to be slow. Keep in mind, he’s basically a rock, he’ll be tense the whole time. But if he starts to gain control and it’s a longer kiss, you might get a rather intense makeout from him, but I’ll be honest. It’s a bit uncomfortable, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

RZ!Myers prefers your hands in terms of affection and he isn’t fond of his face. He’s seen make-outs, he knows what they are, and he could probably be coaxed into one with the right aura in the air. But he’ll take it slower, more intensely. He won’t indulge for very long though. Sensory-wise, it’s not ideal for a long period of time. He does very much enjoy kisses to his mask though, for two reasons. One, it makes him feel intimidating and powerful, and it gives him a rush of endorphins knowing that despite seeing a visage that is the last sight for many people before they die? You’re still willing to overlook such terrible things and show affection to him. Or maybe you’re into the fact he’s scary, that would also do something for him. The second reason is that he just likes his face covered. It’s more comfortable.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I explained that they don’t really get love very much. It’s a pretty mysterious concept. You’ll have to say it, and you shouldn’t expect an immediate response. They’ll all doubt you at first. 

  OG!Myers will likely leave for a while, and when he comes back, he doesn’t really act differently. You might wonder if he simply ignored it, and in a way he has, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to respond to that. But he likes what you two had going before. Maybe, if it’s been a long time, he’ll give you a moment of tenderness as his way of showing he accepts the words. Even if he doesn’t truly understand the sentiment behind it.   Grandpa!Myers won’t believe you unless you’ve A; been with him for a very long time. Or B; have shown him your loyalty in a large gesture that would push you to the brink. Such as directly endangering your well-being for his own. He’s cynical, more so than he used to be. If either of these two things are true, he’ll stay and be a bit nicer for a little while. Again, you won’t get a major shift in behavior, but he’ll at least seem to acknowledge it. If neither are true, he will react similarly to how he would when he was younger.   RZ!Myers will pull back a bit because he doesn’t know what this means. He doesn’t know if this will change what you two have made, or if he’s supposed to have a specific response. He doesn’t hate the idea of you loving him, it’s just very new. But he won’t leave and he won’t really respond poorly, if anything, he might come across as slightly shy. If you express it in a subtler way, it won’t be as worrisome to him, and he’ll show you the returned sentiment by being a bit clingier for the next few days.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

All of them probably have several memories they recall that are essentially what keeps you alive, off their hit list. But there will always be the moment when you first realized he was watching you, that there were eyes from the shadows that hid him. Specifically the second you actually saw him. Clarifying it wasn’t just your paranoia. Even if he likes you now, he lives off the idea of being feared, of bringing terror to those around him. That little look of horror will forever be stuck in his brain and it will always give a hit of dopamine when he recalls it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

As with most slashers, Michael is broke, he doesn’t buy things. However, he might steal for you, if he’s feeling nice. OG & Grandpa Myers likely bring you home trinkets & jewelry from victims. Sometimes as a ‘thank you’ for the things you do, sometimes it’s to make you feel better after something bad has happened. RZ Myers will do similar things, but overall, he’d actually be more likely to make you something. If he has the materials, of course. He’s the most creative & expressive between the three Michaels. He’s always struggled with expressing his feelings in a “normal” way, art has always been an outlet, aside from murder. You’ll be more likely to get something personalized from him.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Michael doesn’t really think in associative or poetic terms. He’s rather blunt, to the point. Taking this mostly at face value unless it really puzzles him. Still, if any of the Michael’s had to pick a colour to associate you with, it’ll probably be either the colour you like the most or the colour he enjoys seeing you in the most. This’ll likely be a colour he just likes in general. Blue, orange, red or black. In general, however, he doesn’t really care about colours. Except maybe RZ!Myers, he cares a lil.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Well, Michael doesn’t speak, and even if he did it wouldn’t be very often. Not to mention he’s not too interested in terms of endearment, even if he’ll secretly enjoy it when you refer to him as such. All the Michaels generally like the same pet names/nicknames. Babe or baby seems classic, sweetheart is admittedly nice to hear when he’s actually hurt or sick for once. They’re also all fond of when you make a nickname based on a trait you like. “Big guy” is always a win.   OG!Myers is unlikely to think of anything to call you other than your name. Maybe a shortened version of your name at best.   Grandpa!Myers is honestly more rough and harsh, but he might come up with something else to call you. It won’t necessarily be sweet though. He’ll probably look at you while you scold him for tracking blood everywhere and just think “brat”, or something along those lines.   RZ!Myers is a lil sweeter and a tad bit more likely to say a word or two after having been with him long enough. He’ll also call you a brat or annoying, but he won’t be as opposed to sweeter words as his counterparts. Doll & dollface are probably the ones he’d use most often aside from nicknames, which would likely come from a trait, behavior, or like you have. For example; if your favorite horror movie was Bride of Chucky, he’d probably call you “Valentine” after Tiffany. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

All three Michael’s aren’t really materialistic, nor is there an intense draw toward modernity.   RZ!Myers is, timeline-wise, the most “modern” of the three. He’d actually know how to work a phone and such, or a game console. Still, he doesn’t really care about such things. He does, however, have an affinity for his own nostalgia, meaning things from the late 80s to late 90s. He’d probably like an older camera, a Polaroid perhaps. He’s artistic and he doesn’t always trust his ability to commit things he likes looking at to memory. Since you’re one of these things, most of his pictures are of you…and dead bodies, but mostly you.   OG!Myers doesn’t give a single fuck about anything, really. He’s only really protective of his mask. If he absolutely HAD to pick something, it'd probably be a vintage radio from the 70s. He’s not really a music lover, but there is something soothing about the music he overheard through the years coupled with some faint crackling & static.   Grandpa!Myers doesn’t really have a favorite anything anymore. But, now that he’s older, he does like things from his younger years, especially since so much has changed over time. He’s a terrible driver, but he does get a lil spark of dopamine when he sees a 1976 Ford LTD Station Wagon. The first car he’d ever stolen in order to escape Smith’s Grove. You’d get many brownie points if you had any kind of 70s-80s era car, really. Just hold on tight and lock your seatbelt if you decide to let him take a spin, for your own sake… 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rain doesn’t stop the Boogeyman.

   However, RZ!Myers finds it soothing and peaceful, especially if there’s thunder happening. He’ll be more likely to sleep in or stick around for that day. To convince him further, entice him with things he likes. Hot chocolate, a movie marathon, those shorts that are way too short for you, a grilled cheese for lunch. Assuming he doesn’t get the insatiable urge to stab something, you’ll likely get a nice lazy day with your big murder man.     OG!Myers doesn’t care at all and he’s not fazed by rain. At most, it’s a bit of an annoyance. He’s not exactly fond of wet denim. You could probably persuade him to layer, but you won’t stop him from going out on his murder spree. And don’t expect the rain to pull him home any easier. However, when he finally does come home, clenching his jaw in order to convince you he’s not cold, you’ll be able to get him into a warm bath. The sound of rain will likely lull him to sleep a bit more than if it wasn’t storming.   Grandpa!Myers on the other hand will be brought home sooner by the rain. Every time it storms, he is stubborn about continuing his routine as he always has, whether or not you’re concerned about his well-being. And every time he does, he comes back holding off shivers and looking like a grumpy cat forced into a bath. Don’t patronize or scold him, he already knows. He hates it, but he softens every time you give him a sympathetic sigh and motion for him to come inside. Getting him warmer clothes and a hot meal, tending to any wounds he might’ve gained, using fabric softener and nice smelling soap to ensure his mechanic’s suit doesn’t smell like mildew. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

None of the Michaels really understand emotions. General ideas are the best they have. He’ll know what sadness looks like on you, even then, he’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to fix it. If it’s an external problem, he’ll try to fix it or get rid of it. However, if it’s something internal, like depression or insecurities, he’s at a loss. The best you’ll get is having him sit near you, and allow you more into his personal space than normal, perhaps he’ll bring you something he stole that he thought you’d like. In terms of himself, however? He won’t know and he won’t really show it either. Nothing will really change on the surface. Maybe he’ll be a little slower and more tired than usual. Michael doesn’t recognize he’s sad, he doesn’t know how that works. He will note that he certainly doesn’t feel good, and he’ll also notice how he seems to appreciate gentle attention from you more than he usually would. Not that he’d ever let you know, of course.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Nothing. Again, he doesn’t talk, and even if he did he wouldn’t have much to say. He’s more responsive than anything. Interacting with what you say, not starting his own conversations. He’s always been this way. Both OG & Grandpa!Myers wouldn’t talk about anything without prompting, assuming they felt like talking at all. RZ!Myers might discuss bands or horror movies with you, but again, it would be you mostly carrying the conversation.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Not much in all honesty. But, quiet time in his/your house, watching a movie or morning cartoons, and the times he decides to lay next to you once you’ve gone to sleep are probably the most common instances. Though, as sappy as it seems, they also get random waves of peace when watching you just doing normal tasks, especially if you’re doing it for him. Like cooking him a meal or sewing a hole in his suit. 

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Out of all the Myers, it’s probably RZ!Michael that is the most likely to show off, but even that’s pretty rare. It’s not because they’re humble, don’t assume that. They wholeheartedly believe they’re better than most people, more skilled, and dangerous. But they don’t feel the need to prove that. If you think otherwise, he really doesn’t care. That being said, sometimes it is nice to see you watching him fondly or hear your flirtatious comments when he does show off. Usually, it’s his strength, sometimes it’s his height. Those are the things about himself that he thinks the best of.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’re very unlikely to get any kind of proposal out of Michael. He doesn’t care about that kind of thing, for one. You and him probably already operate like you’re married anyway. There’s no reason in his mind to add anything to that when your dynamic already works. The second reason is the fact he’s a wanted criminal, he’s not gonna be getting hitched anytime soon. However, he does appreciate the kind of loyalty that comes with a marriage, and if you really want it he’ll steal a ring for you. OG & Grandpa!Myers will just leave it where he knows you’ll find it. RZ!Myers will put in a bit more effort and actually give it to you. Just don’t get too sappy, he’s not very fond of that kind of atmosphere.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers aren’t really into music, they prefer silence overall. But obviously, Sandman by The Chordettes is a song that he considers an exception. In general, he likes older songs, usually sung by women, and he enjoys it when it’s a soft and slow song. Something he could zone out to.

RZ!Myers is, of course, the exact opposite. He’s always enjoyed music, especially loud and intense songs. He’s grown up on bands like KISS, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He doesn’t necessarily have a favorite, but I think Dragula by Rob Zombie is pretty fitting. Songs they’d associate with you, however? OG & Grandpa!Myers probably just associates you with the song you like the most. RZ!Myers likely thinks of you when songs like Closer(Nine Inch Nails) or Cemetery Girl(ICP), regardless of your gender.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As I mentioned in W, not really. Michael doesn’t see a need to put a new label when your dynamic already works out. He doesn’t see the point. Although, maybe if you bring it up he’d consider the thought process here and there, but nothing would come of it. It’s nice to have you willing to be completely committed though, and he’ll get a feeling of possessive joy if you bring up the idea of having his last name. Permanently tying him to you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers don’t like animals. We all saw what he did to the dog. He hates the barking, he’s not fond of the maintenance a pet takes, nor is he fond of the fur. Maybe an independent cat, as long as it doesn’t attack him. But it’d be more so your cat that he, occasionally, has a staring competition with. RZ!Myers is also not fond of dogs, though some big breeds or bully breeds are nice. Like his counterpart, he’s not fond of the fur and the barking, since he’s prone to migraines. If you loved your dog enough though he wouldn’t hurt it, just make sure it doesn’t get on his nerves too much. He doesn’t really care for cats either. Michael likes unconventional pets, ones that other people are afraid/disgusted by. Rats, mice, snakes, spiders, etc. He has experience with rats so you’d actually get his help. Just watch them closely around October.

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So I mentors Scott and Remy and there can we assume older sisters Jean and Rouge?

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐗…

!!! GN reader, telepathic manipulation, overprotectiveness, mentions of comas, sickeningly sweet Jean, trackers, stalker Rogue-ish, infantilism, hints of Scott/Jean and Remy/Rogue (we all know Jean and Rogue wear the pants in their respective relationships and it lowkey shows here).

My eyes have been opened to a world of possibilities I didn’t even know existed.

If you’re someone who doesn’t take well to overbearing and strict yanderes, you may find yourself wondering why you would even bother sticking around Scott (cuz, y’know, you still think you have a say in the matter). The answer is simple: Jean. She comes and talks to you whenever Scott accidentally says something too harsh, softly assuring you that he didn’t mean any harm… he just has a hard time showing he cares! Don’t worry, dear. Jean will talk to him for you, and then all three of you can see about doing something fun later, okay?

She’s just so kind and considerate… it makes you forget she’s a telepath that can easily manipulate you into compliance.

Her and Scott are like the Yandere power couple. One’s an authoritative presence that can keeps you in line while the other offers you honey-sweet consolation afterwards. If you ever find yourself in any trouble, Jean can easily pinpoint your location for Scott to absolutely annihilate whoever or whatever the threat is. Though keep in mind that Jean isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, too. The only reason Scott throws all the punches instead of her is merely because he’s quicker to get his blows in. Should it be a situation where Scott isn’t there, Momma Jean is handing out comas like it’s the damn Oprah Winfrey show.

“I’ve got you, dear,” she’ll coo at you while stepping over a catatonic FOH bigot. “It’s okay. I’ll always be here for you.”

AND ROGUE, MAN. She finds you to be the cutest thing ever. Of course she’s gonna help Remy mentor you!! No one is even allowed to tease you including Remy, much to his chagrin when she’s around, unless they wanna fear for their own personal safety. She’ll be like, “WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING,” and if you flinch, she immediately switches up to the soft voice like, “oh, not you, sugah!! :)” and then it’s back to chewing out the poor soul who thought they could fuck with you.

She would definitely compliment Remy’s mentoring style well. I can see her chaperoning your little late night patrols, acting as a semi-voice of reason should trouble arise, but not actually stopping any of shenanigans afoot. As long as nothing happens to you, she’s pretty much your chill vodka aunt that bickers with Remy like they’re an old married couple. There’s kind of a mini feud between them to see who can shower you in the most love and affection, so expect a lot of gifts and physical contact.

Of course, like Remy, Rogue wants to know where you are 24/7. She’s privy to the tracking devices in your clothes, though she doesn’t check it constantly like Remy does, as she makes it a habit to always be near you. Mission assignments and direct orders have no effect on her; she’s gonna keep you in her line of sight no matter what anyone tells her. And of course this helps out Remy’s anxiety significantly. Rogue is basically the only person he trusts to keep you safe in his stead, so knowing she’s somewhere near you helps him breathe easier.

Now, there’s this weird contradiction in her own philosophy with you. As opposed to Remy’s “they’re just a petit trognon,” she likes to think of you as a big kid… in a very infantilizing way. It’s almost akin to a parent validating their 7 year old’s yearning for responsibility, where she wants you to believe you’re in control while still obviously babying you in the process. Of course you’re old enough to go to the mall on your own. But Rogue wants to go with you!! Not as a chaperone; you don’t need a chaperone, since you’re a big kid, right? It’s just that Rogue also wants to go to the mall!! For totally separate reasons, sugah!! Promise!!

I definitely see her and Jean doing this. They wanna create the illusion of treating you with respect but never actually giving it to you. For Jean, it might actually fly under the radar when considering she’s basically the Team Mom™ to begin with, not to mention Scott’s overbearing strictness possibly overshadowing her own weird behaviors (a little telepathic manipulation here and there also helps out). But in Rogue’s case, it may be a little more conspicuous. Her normally rough exterior completely melts when it comes to you, since you’re just the sweetest little thang ever!! She can’t help it!!

All four together are a wild ride. You have your strict dad, sweet mom, chill uncle, and batshit crazy aunt, all mixing together into this weird cacophony of accidental coparenting. While Scott and Remy don’t really get along with each other, I actually think Jean and Rogue would easily come to an understanding. They both think you’re adorable and want to viciously tear apart whoever wants to lay a finger on you. A completely normal common goal!! Jean will hand you over to Rogue like, “be a good dear for auntie” while preventing Scott from lunging at Remy with her telekinesis. This is just so fun, the five of you are a dysfunctional family that all of the other X-Men are forced to watch with absolute horror on their faces (and they don’t even know the full extent of how weird it is).

I’m so soft for this idea. I wish I could get darker, but I yearn for the comfort of Momma Jean and Taunty Rogue, SOBS.

[mettleborn]

Closed starter for @relicuniques (Napoleon Solo)

Adelia’s last mission had involved travelling for miles into the deepest, darkest parts of southern Siberia, trekking over mountains and enduring snow drifts and sub-zero temperatures to find a Russian scientist and his team. Upon discovery she had received orders to execute them and destroy all traces of their laboratory. She had not expected the facility to be so well protected and, in truth, the SPECTRE agent had barely made it out alive.

Her current mission, however, stands in sharp contrast, in nearly every respect. The most notable difference being the weather. Sicily in the summer, is a hot, humid, vibrant place where you can bathe in the blissful Mediterranean sunshine most of the day. Cool winds rising from the swelling seas provide a pleasing freshness and some much-needed relief when temperatures peak - undeniably it’s idyllic here. Adelia doesn’t normally accept simple surveillance missions, but after nearly succumbing to frost bite when her vehicle broke down on the way to the Mongolia border, she had been more than happy to accept a job in warmer climes, especially when she had been sent information about the mark.

Vincent Marazano is a well respected and highly influential member of the Sicilian Mafia or Cosa Nostra as it is known here. Having risen to power after the death of his father, he is the youngest Capo Bastone (underboss) in Sicily and has been identified as a potential successor for Capofamiglia (boss). Indeed, according to SPECTRE intelligence, Marazano has already begun making plans to expedite this process, which is why he must be so closely monitored – it is crucial that SPECTRE back the right horse in the gambit – the one that in the long run, will win this brutal race for power.

Adelia has been in Sicily now for just over a month, and within that time, by using the right contacts and attending specifically chosen events, she has managed to infiltrate Cosa Nostra, not as an associate, but rather through a subtle game of disinterest and seduction. That is why she sits here now, outside a small café in Palermo, sipping an espresso, her fingertips drifting lazily over Vincent’s knuckles as he reads a newspaper.

Smiling as he shifts up the delicate hem of her summer dress to cup her bare knee, she closes her eyes and listens to the sounds of nearby children playing football in the street. As a mark, Vincent is a perfect one; he is less than a decade older than her, physically fit and attractive, undeniably brutal and dangerous and like most men of his ilk, is exclusively attracted to young, gentle, demure women - the kind who look like they desire to be protected and can easily cultivate jealousy though mere youth and beauty.  Since the moment they met, Adelia has played the part of trophy girlfriend perfectly and Vincent has seemingly fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. Already, he has begun to impart secrets and details of Cosa Nostra business he should know better than to trust an outsider with; it's clear his ego won't allow him to even remotely entertain the idea that she may have undesirable motives. It is obvious he believes she is utterly and completely in love with him and she has given him no reason to believe otherwise. So far, he has been nothing but a gentleman in her company, though perhaps that is not the best way to describe him in the bedroom. Still, she has no complaints; order are orders; it’s not her fault if she happens to be enjoying them.

[erotica-hooligan]

Etienne Telling's 2023 Fic Roundup

All fics on AO3 are well tagged or have end notes with more details. Fics below contain everything from soft kink to noncon, so mind the tags and endnotes before reading.

114,307 words this year! Mostly CQL/MDZS, one original, and one A League of Nobleman.

In order of publication:

Brat, NieYao, Rated E, 3.4K.

Meng Yao comes home and ends up with an unexpected reward.

This Heavy Joy, Jadecest, Rated E, 22.6K

Xichen is determined not to allow Wangji to wither in isolation in the aftermath of his punishment. Xichen’s care draws the Twin Jades closer than ever and reveals old wounds alongside the new. As they struggle in recovery, Lan Yuan teaches them how to play pretend, and the Twin Jades redefine what it is to be a family.

Intricate, Wen Ning/Lan Xichen, Wangxian, Wangningxian, other implied ships, Rated E, 2.5K

Wen Ning walks in on Lan Huan dick out on his sofa, listening to Lan Zhan and Wei Ying fucking in the other room and takes charge of the situation.

Good Girls Don't, Xiyao/Jin Ling, Rated E, 5.3K

Jin Ling has a rape fantasy. Jin Guangyao doesn't trust just anyone to take care of her.

Grateful, A League of Nobleman, Lan Jue/Wang Yan, Rated E, 1.1K

"I wasn't even gone a week." How many more times will this scene play out between them? This is at least the third, and Mowen knows it won't be the last. He can only hope they'll keep happening, with Peizhi managing to escape from a mess of his own making by the skin of his teeth.

First, Jadecest, Rated E, 2.9K ⚠️Rape/Noncon, Underage

A teenage prank goes wrong and Lan Xichen finds himself the age he was when he lost his virginity.

Ask, Jadecest, Rated E, 5.8K

In which Wangji and Xichen play a cat and mouse game over Xichen's spanking kink.

drag it from the inside (like we're young again), Jadecest and Wangxian, Rated E, 6.6K

In which Wangji decides how to help his brother, with a little help from Wei Ying. A slice of Wangji POV from if you tell them where to begin. Not a standalone.

10/07/07 2:13 PM with @iamwestiec, Xizhui, Rated E, 24.2K

Introduced to a kink on ff.net, a teenage Lan Yuan stumbles into an ageplay forum in an attempt to learn more. With a new name (sizhui1987), false birth year, different gender, and insatiable curiosity, Sizhui makes friends with the forum's owner, shuoyue_writer. Drawn together by shared identities and caregiving preferences, Shuoyue changes Sizhui's life. Except… Shuoyue is Sizhui's Uncle Xichen, and eventually, the truth of who Sizhui is comes out and crashes down on the both of them. TL:DR: Sizhui Catfishes his Uncle Xichen, circa 2006-2008. A story told in AIM transcripts, emails, and vignettes

Home, Xiyao, Rated E, 4.9K

Xichen comes home to Meng Yao; he comes home to his mama.

Seventeen Minutes, Jin Gaungyao/Lan Sizhui (kinda), Rated E, 1.5K

The way of the Cloud Recesses is that a dominant must intimately understand what they are doing to their submissive. To understand, they must experience. It would be foolish not to accept a masterclass from Lianfang-zun, even if it means Sizhui's limits will be putty in Lianfang-zun's hands

Well Bred, 3zun/Qin Su, Rated E, 1.9K

The one where Qin Su gets fucked by her husband's beloved pony. And his boyfriend.

love is the voice under all silences, Xiyao, Rated E, 5.2K

The one where Jin Gaungyao allows Lan Xichen to whisk him away to happiness.

Recognition, Xiayo, Rated E, 17.2k ⚠️Rape (Xichen/Others)

Meng Yao rescues the first Jade of Lan and takes him into his home, becoming far more involved than ever anticipated.

strength and softness, Yu Ziyuan/Jiang Yanli, Rated E, 2.5K

Yanli has always been weak, but the truth of her weakness is a carefully guarded secret. It is not an easy life, yet with all of Yanli's secrets, she has one she treasures: there is a side of her mother that she is the only one in the world allowed to see. Or, the one where Yanli has a curse where she needs physical contact to live.

The Lemon House, Original, Nonbinary/Genderqueer, Rated E, 5.7K

A Day in the Life of a House Submissive for a Housing Cooperative in a BDSM AU setting. Wren’s second favorite thing about mornings is the satisfaction of giving its housemates a warm start to the morning. That their day will be a little nicer because of Wren. No matter how shitty its housemates’ days may be, Wren started them right. It will wait for them when they get home, bookmarking their days with warmth and affection.

[reginrokkr]

» @maquiscursed asked: “ every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt. ” (from neuvi, forgive him he's still learning to read the room)

Time is the best teacher to those who don't lack any due to their exceptional condition outside the realm of conventional mortality. Individuals who have different learning paces have all the time in the world to ultimately discover matters alien to their nature or their circumstances that will not allow them to occupy their endeavors with much more that isn't within the sphere of obligations. Same case can be applied to two individuals whose lifespan has already exceeded half a millennium and, by some amusing irony, they still are behind many men that hardly reach to a century of life.

Matters of physical contact that differ from anything that can be found in battle, the poison of the world or divine curses are one such topic that Dáinsleif has yet to learn a lot from— and, at the same time, Neuvillette doesn't stay behind. It would be a matter of time until these expressions of closeness that bring peace to burdened minds would open a can of worms that Twilight Sword was uncertain it would ever be open. Nevertheless, never once he had the intention to keep the truth away from him were it ever addressed.

Like today.

Soothing warmth and comfort are like balms to a wary soul and deteriorated body byproduct of erosion, corruption and divine curse. However, when it comes to such a novel thing such as touch, experiences accumulated for the past centuries make themselves manifest through involuntary reactions that Dáinsleif didn't notice he has— and that he wished he didn't in Neuvillette's presence, now that he has found out that he indeed has.

◜My apologies.◞ Crystalline azures drop with muttered apology, guilt making home of his heart at the knowledge that Neuvillette has struggled for a very long time to make a place for himself in Fontaine without human fear that, as a non-human —how wrong they are, for even if it is just half, he's still just like them— being, he may hurt them. Having known him for centuries and established a solid terrain of trust, Dáinsleif is well cognizant that in all his gentle nature he would never seek to harm him in any way.

But what must cross his mind, when his involuntary reactions may be communicating otherwise?

◜Before what I am about to entrust you, I want to preface that it is not your touch what hurts.◞ For he does indeed hurt at times and it is futile to deny the evident— specially when he's been caught red-handed. Dáinsleif takes a long breath to still his racing heart, to calm his rushing mind with hundreds of thoughts and put them in order. Sapphire irises look at his right hand, bereft of the glove that usually covers the monstrosity of darkness and strangeness of visible Ley Lines covering it. ◜My body struggles with two ailments as you may already know: the curse of immortality laid by the gods and the corruption.◞

◜The curse of immortality not only denies me conventional ways to death, but it rises me into a planar of existence higher than that of the humans. For that reason, I am hyper aware of the deterioration of my body and my soul... of the pain it causes.◞ A pause. ◜Lest the deterioration is heightened all of a sudden, it would stand to reason to think that this pain remains unchanging and you would be correct to think so, but there is one more factor.◞ His hand rises to the spot over his heart, glowing gently in sapphire light with every beat. ◜The corruption within me alters my senses sometimes, including touch. I have learned that my touch receptors transmit faulty information to my brain, which in turn sends a response in accordance to the information it has received. So no matter if I know that immersing myself in a warm bathtub won't harm me, sometimes this alteration will make me feel as if it will scald me. This is naught but a result of my endless struggle against the corruption of my body, so it doesn't overtake me completely.◞

And turns me in a monster entirely.

Stellar pupils quiver within glacial sapphire depths as he looks into Neuvillette's eyes, his gaze drops to his hand thereafter to gently reach out for it and, despite visible quivering, he brings it to his face and holds it in place. Albescent lashes flutter close, fair brows knit in a subtle frown as he feels disproportionate pain acting up. But he doesn't let go— he doesn't want to let go. ◜Forgive me. It was never my intention to make you feel like I do not desire your touch. On the contrary.◞ Dáinsleif leans into the palm of his hand and opens his eyes anew. ◜It does not always happen, of course. It fluctuates with the corruption's multifactorial highs and lows. But when it does... I want you to know that I am doing everything in my power to fight it back.◞

For you, whom showed nothing but compassion to the monster I am... deserve at least earnest reciprocity and to know that it is greatly appreciated.

[rikyos]

HEAD   CANON :           “      a   long   blade   of   the   color   of   blood ,   upon   which   has   been   bestowed   the   name   isshin.   it   is   remarkably   sharp   and   vividly   ominous.   it   is   said   that   this   blade   can   easily   cleave   through   a   porous   bamboo   basket   and   the   water   within   it   before   the   latter   can   even   leak   out.     ”     on   kagotsurube   isshin    aka   the   cursed   blade    /    the   haunted   sword   /   the   bane   of   kaedehara   kazuha’s   existence.

because   kazuha’s   sq   was   over   a   year   ago   now     (   and   probably   boring   if   you   weren’t   obsessed   and   starving   for   kazuha   lore   drops   like   me   )     i’ll   summarize   the   canon   background   of   kagotsurube:          following   kunikuzushi’s   manipulation ,   bladesmith   akame   kanenaga   flees   from   inazuma   to   snezhnaya     —    and   crafts   kagotsurube   upon   hearing   how   the   isshin   art   began   to   dwindle   out   as   a   result.  a   blade   forged   using   the   tatarigami   energy   and   RETAINING   IT’S   OWN  CONSCIOUSNESS ,   it   was   supposed   to   be   the   weapon   to   restore   honor   to   both   the   kaedehara   clan   and   the   isshin   art ,   however   became   corrupted   by   the   same   energy   it   was   born   of.   kagotsurube’s   sworn   mission   then   became   twisted   into   PROVING   ITS   WORTH   AGAINST   THE   GODS.   after   the   death   of   kanenaga ,   kagotsurube   begins   to   possess   and   use   people   in   order   to   return   to   inazuma   and   execute   it’s   plans.   it   has   led   a   long   life (?)   and   exhausted   much   of   it’s   power   by   the   time   it   encounters   kaedehara   kazuha ,   who   allows   the   blade   to   possess   him   AND   REFORGE   ITSELF   back   to   it’s   original   power.   following   the   sq ,   it   is   implied   that   kagotsurube isshin   no   longer   has   a   consciousness   of   its   own :     my   portrayal   is   canon   divergent   in   this   aspect.   kazuha   holds   on   to   the   sword   and   uses   it   as   his   primary   weapon      —      and   it   is   still   very   much   alive.   

while   the   blade   stood   by   its   word   in   only   possessing   kazuha   for   the   purposes   of   reforging   itself ,   and   nothing   more ,   he   does   not   trust   it   entirely.   if   KAGOTSURUBE   IS   PLAYING   THE   LONG   GAME   in   gaining   his   trust   and   waiting   for   the   right   scenario   to   play   out   in   which   it   can   enact   it’s   corrupted   goals    .  .  .     kazuha   would   not   be   entirely   surprised   by   the   fact.   he   is   very   careful   with   it :     it   begrudgingly   warms   up   to   the   idea   of   him   as   a   master   and   allows   him   access   to   some   of   it’s   knowledge   on   the   ancient   isshin   art    so   that   he   might   instead   help   it   in   fulfilling   ITS   ORIGINAL   PURPOSE.   however       —     kazuha   only   takes   enough   understanding   from   this   to   slightly   alter   kagotsurube    and   subdue   the   abilities   that   are   known   to   him   at   the   time.   it   can   talk   to   people   only   telepathically   and   still   cannot   possess   anyone   unless   it   makes   physical   contact.   in   allowing   the   sword   to   keep   it’s   conscious   and   make   requests   of   him ,   this   is   kazuha’s   compromise.

kagotsurube    DOES   NOT   LIKE   THIS   TURN   OF   EVENTS   one   bit.   it   feels   slighted   / /   deceived   by   kazuha   and   is   generally   rather   petty   about   being   kept   on   such   a   tight   leash ,   which   only   confirms   to   kazuha   that   he   probably   did   the   right   thing.   whether   it   is   a   good   idea   for   him   to   be   IN   CONSTANT   CONTACT   with   something   forged      (   albeit   originally   )     with   tatarigami   is   lost   on   him   but   a   risk   he   is   willing   to   take.

kazuha   did   consider   the   proposition   of   restoring   the   isshin   arts   together   with   kagotsurube      —      he   had   been   content   NOT   TO   DWELL   ON   THE   PAST   long   before   he   ever   happened   upon   the   blade ,   he   dubiously   turned   down   the   tri-commissions   offer   to   help   him   reform   the   state   of   the   kaedehara   clan ,   and   he   would   never   have   posed   any   of   these   questions   to   himself   had   he   not   happened   upon   the   traveler   and   discovered   kagotsurube   that   day.   however    .   .   .    having   the   knowledge   he   required   to   make   accomplishing   those   things   an   actual   possibility   OFFERED   TO   HIM   SO   EASILY   made   him   falter   and   very   genuinely   reflect   on   what   he   wanted.   it   was   different ,   then ,   to   the   old   notion   of   making   any   attempts   to   clear   the   shame   of   his   family   with   no   real   support   at   his   disposal.   in   the   end   he   still   decides   to   trust   his   instincts   and   leave   the   past   where   it   belongs.   when   he   lets   the   blade   open   up   that   information  to   him ,   he   takes   only   what   is   needed   to   amend   it   slightly   so   that   the   temptation   to   change   his   mind   IS   REMOVED   entirely.  

after   being   tricked ,   kagotsurube   is   not   as   big   of   a   fan   of   kazuha   as   before.   they   bicker.   it   withholds   the   knowledge   of   it’s   own   abilities   from   him   and   sometimes ,   throws   them   out   mid-combat   to   test   his   worth.   kazuha   genuinely   does   not   know   the   full   scope   of   kagotsurube   as   a   weapon      —-      but   he   accepts   what   it   shares   with   him   AS   A   CHALLENGE   TO   ACCEPT   even   when   it   does   so   to   oust   him   for   fun.

kagotsurube   likes   powerful   people   very   much.   if   they   are   around   someone   it   senses   any   sort   of   affinity   to ,   it   hounds   kazuha     (   and   them   )     endlessly   to   let   them  wield   it   instead.   JUST   FOR   FUN.   noting   the   tatarigami   energy   around   tomo   and   his   apparent   resistance   to   it ,   it   is   especially   obsessed   with   the   idea   of   being   passed   on   to   him   instead   of   kazuha      —     but   it   will   still   hassle   anybody   it   takes   a   liking   to.   

[altocat]

I want cute things and sad things. can you give me baby/child Sephiroth sephcanons?

Tiny baby. Smol murder boy.

-Sephiroth is actually very, very shy and skittish as a child. He doesn't know how to react to strangers and isn't sure if he trusts them. He very badly wants friends and company, but all the adults around him just seem mean and scary.

-So Sephiroth spends a lot of his time just talking to himself. After Gast leaves, it's essentially the last bit of genuine warmth he has in his life. There's only Hojo after that.

-Speaking of Hojo, Sephiroth wants very deeply to make the scientist proud of him. He doesn't hate him yet, despite the abuse. He doesn't begin to really hate Hojo until before his deployment. And though Hojo mostly ever makes physical contact to hurt him, Sephiroth would trade everything for a nice pat on the head, or even just getting to hold Hojo's hand on the way to his latest surgery.

-Sephiroth fidgets a lot, and is often engaging in nervous repetitive behaviors and movements in order to soothe himself. He's very easily startled and hates bright lights and loud noises.

-Sephiroth is generally very gentle with a bit of a sweet streak. But he has a HUGE tantruming temper if you set him off, with Hojo enjoys doing from time to time. His strength is still new to him but he will use it to hurt everything and everyone, including himself. He was never taught how to regulate his emotions in a healthy manner so those early years are mostly him lashing out mindlessly before he learns to just bottle up his anger.

-Sephiroth doesn't really laugh or smile much. Most of the time, he's hiding or clinging to Hojo. He can, occasionally, be a bit of a smartass though, and occasionally disputes the things being done to him. Hojo finds his dissention annoying.

-He loves going outside. You can see everything from the courtyard. Especially the stars!

-In the rare instances in which he's genuinely happy, Sephiroth will hop excitedly in place and get zoomies. More than often, he falls over or runs into something.

-Sephiroth is still unsettling to be around for the other doctors and scientists though. They're not allowed to talk to him under Hojo's orders, but they kind of view him as this weird inhuman hybrid. His eyes are very unsettling, as is his unnatural strength and durability. Touching him is like touching something...otherworldly. So they avoid him outside of business hours.

-Sometimes, Sephiroth had dreams of a very nice, warm lady coming to meet him, pulling him into her arms and holding him close. He often wakes up crying afterwards, though he isn't ever sure why.

-Sephiroth is allowed snacks, at the very least. This is his favorite time of day because it's the only time he isn't training, being observed, or feeling nervous. Most of the food supplied to him is synthetic slop, but snacks are pretty normal. Carrot sticks, crackers, juice, etc. Sephiroth was permitted a pbj once. He had no idea what to do with it, made a mess, and essentially ended up smearing it all over the walls and table. But it was SO GOOD.

-A good boy. A sweet baby. Protecc.

[unohanabbygirl]

I hope we aren’t bombarding you with so many questions, truly appreciate your responses. And please feel free to ignore if you don’t wish to reveal any new info about your stories.

SPOILERS FMN……

SPOILERS be warned…

I had a couple questions in regards to certain things about the characters

Will Aemond reveal how he lost his eye or was that already mentioned in FMN?

If milk of the poppy is very addicting, does it mean that Luke is somewhat addicted to it since it’s implied that he used it a few times with Owen? He has track marks on his thighs, is that something that might surprise his family of how bad things got for Luke?

Is Owen an OC or were you inspired by a particular actor? Not much is known about Owen but I have an itch to know who he is and how he looks like.

Did Owen love Luke or he just manipulated Luke for his own uses? I know it’s a weird question to ask and the most obvious answers would be of course he didn’t love him if he treated Luke that way but sometimes in a villains head they actually believe they are “in love,” and will Aemond be jealous or concerned when he realizes that Luke still somewhat loves Owen?

Not at all! I love answering questions. They make me happy so never be shy to send an ask lol

I haven’t revealed how he lost the eye but that’ll come up more later on in the story. There haven’t been any outright hints, but during one of Aemond’s pov’s it’s revealed that he suffered painful episodes as a child when he began to remember the night he originally lost it.

Aemond has attempted to claw out his eye several times during these episodes but never succeeded. However, having both his eyes made him feel unlike himself in a way. One would even say loosing it made him feel normal again.

Milk of the poppy is very similar to heroin in the sense that its an opioid and as we all know, those can easily send someone spiraling into addiction.

Luke developed a dependency because after the first time shooting up Owen would give it to him at times he was more restless then usual and either sit back and watch or do it as well. They were arrested before it could turn into a full on addiction. However, If Luke were to come into contact with it again he would most definitely fall back into using because the memory of how it made him feel. How it took away all of his stress and anxiety. Very dangerous path to walk down.

The marks are something Luke feels a lot of shame and embarrassment about. He does his best to hide them so he rarely wears shorts and when he does they’re on the longer side. Because of this no one would find out unless #1, Luke was ready to reveal what happened (and physically show ) Or #2, he was walked in on in a state of undress.

Everyone’s reaction would be different, but the main emotion would be shock/horror/rage. The family is already slowly starting to realize Luke’s been through bad shit, but they’ve never allowed their thinking to go that far. Almost like “their Luke” would never fall into something such as that. Lots of tears and self blaming would come into play.

At first Owen saw Luke as nothing more than a way of getting what he needed, a tool you could say. Overtime he began to see Luke as a pet. Not in the sense that you love and cherish them, but like a dog to entertain you and nothing more. Owen enjoyed that if he said jump Luke would ask “how high?”

There was no love there in any sense. Only a sadistic need to embarrass and humiliate while also earning a way to pay off debts and a willing drug peddler who only asked for affection in return. Much of what Luke thinks of Owen is seen through the lens of someone who’s been manipulated. What he remembers to be loving kisses full of passion were nothing of the sort on Owen’s side. Substance abuse, lack of love and teenage naivety made him blind to it. Not to mention that abusers are often good liars, they have to be in order to gain initial trust.

Aemond may be a dummy at times, but he once he gets the full story the only thing he’ll feel is absolute concern (and rage)

There won’t be any jealousy, but his reaction to Luke’s feelings may be tone deaf in a way. Asking why he still feels for Owen even after all the man has done to hurt him. His heart will be in the right place but his approach won’t be the best.

He’ll quickly get set straight, so no worries.

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Request on Death and War getting a hug by reader HC.(These two are my favorites, but i feel Death needs all the hugs.)

Ooof, while all need a hug, Death be needing that all encompassing hug.😂. Lemme see what I can come up with.

Death

. This millennia old, powerful Nephilim has been through a lot to say the least.

. In all honesty from his interactions and personality, I feel the most intimate or closest form to physical touch is a brotherly arm hold to show respect.

. Maybe even a shoulder grasp. Can't say for his love life cuz no one really knows much about it.

. But if by chance he was ever caught off guard by someone giving him that form of affection, I don't think his reaction would be favorable for the being that tried. Especially if he doesn't know them well.

. Not saying he is intolerant to things that get on his nerves, he's actually pretty patient, but he is not the type to allow the wrong person to take advantage of his tolerance.

. In order for him to ever allow that kind of interaction, it will take a long time of building trust and boundary. So whoever does it has to be someone he has some form of trust in.

. It is not out of fear of Y/N that he is hesitant of allowing others into the space, it's that he knows his strength, what exactly he is capable of. It is out of experience that letting people close means one day it might come to those same hands erasing them from existence.

. Probably gonna have to ask for his permission. And while initially I feel he might say no, subconsciously will respect you for at least having the decency to ask first.

. Will take a couple tries for sure, but when it happens, all that time is well worth the wait.

. Pretty much once he allows you to come into his space, have that understanding that if it starts to make him uncomfortable, gonna have to give him back that space and control once more. It will take time.

. Definitely will do the signature sigh of annoyance before finally conceding.

.Will let Y/N approach, his arms lax to his sides until close enough, and then again the signature sigh before raising his arms a little bit to allow the smaller arms some purchase around him.

.Once the arms come around, and the body close, you know he will do everything in his power to not push you away after initial contact. It definitely takes some getting used to, mostly on his end.

. After a moment of silence, feeling the heat of another body alive and relaxed against him, the arms will slowly but surely wrap around as well. Best not to make any sudden moves, for at any moment he can leave, and no guarantee you can get that chance again.

. Expect a long hug of just silence and slowly letting the guard down, internally the icy exposition will melt. If you get lucky, might even get an awkward Pat on the back or head. Depends on his mood.

. In all, while something foreign, it is unsaid that it is something he actually needs and never knew what it was until he received it.

War

. Big bad, nigh indestructible Nephilim receiving a soft form of affection......rip Y/N for the attempt. (I jest...kinda).

. While it would take guts to willingly hug a giant tank of a horseman that could demolish a building with one punch, just imagine the hesitance to receive one on War's part.

. He's only ever given shoulder pats and and arm clasps to those he knows can handle his strength and size, but a half sized human with only a fraction of durability....yeah that is not within the realm of possibility for him.

. Even bringing it up, he will quickly nope out of that, silently shaking his head, arms crossed and glaring at you. "Do you want to die?" Not in a threatening way as much as why attempt such a bad idea, and question your common sense.

. In order to even approach that kind of physical interaction, you would have to get him in an environment with no kind of threat, get his guard down and help relax him.

. Like his older brother, will take time before getting to that point of security with it.

. When the opportunity comes, you know he will put his arms out of reach, decreasing the possibility of accidentally crushing you.

. Upon first contact, he will go as still as a statue. Never moving, rigid and Frozen in place. It will be an uncomfortable first hug, mostly you doing the hugging.

. With him and his lack of experience hugging, he needs practice to do it. Especially hugging something more fragile. It would take patience and understanding of boundary as well.

. He is massive in comparison to his siblings, so any sort of him touching you is terrifying. Ever hear the saying of Elephants and mice? Yeah while not as hysterical, the fear of accidentally hurting just by giving a hug back is horrifying, especially if he considers you a friend.

. But along the line, I'd imagine one day he would reciprocate once he knows the right amount of hug to give. And I'd imagine it is a warm hug.

Thanks for the ask!

[sugarcherriess]

Requested here

Strangers to Lovers with Chanhee:

cw - fluff, mc and chanhee instantly trust each other way too much considering they’re strangers, flirting with a cafe worker on duty (don’t unless you know them and they’re okay with it. They don’t get paid enough to spend their time like this)

Your favourite spot in the entire city (or the places you’ve explored in the city) has always been a quaint little cafe downtown

It’s always the perfect balance between packed and deserted

The business booms yet there’s never an out-of-hand rush going on

Your favourite seat is the one near the far off window which allows you to see the view outside the cafe as well as all the workings inside

It also keeps you far away from any noise that may disturb your work or peace– whatever you’re there for on the particular day.

One thing you’re consistently there for is that one cute staff member with the pretty smile who always has something pink on him

Whether that be an accessory or a part of his outfit

His damn smile is so contagious that you could be fourteen feet away from him and still smile watching him interact with the customers

You can’t even hear what he’s saying

And it’s a shame really that you never get him to attend to you. Ever.

You spent days, weeks, months, sighing in sadness because he seemed to get every table in the cafe BUT yours.

Maybe it was because you were a regular? They already had you attached to the business so they didn’t feel the need to waste their charming point on you to get you interested?

Or maybe it was where you were sat. Perhaps your area didn’t get covered by the pretty staff person’s domain?

You chose to believe the latter

And promptly decided to work on it

Today you sat smack in the middle of the cafe

Right in the adorable server’s line of sight

Who was wearing the softest looking cream sweater today,

His hair the shade of the emerging winter's clouds

And his pretty hands–

Oh god his hands

Were the actually sparkling or was it just your eyes deceiving you–

“Hello, I’m Chanhee! What can I get started for you today?”

He starts with the most cheerful tone you’ve heard all week.

Maybe your entire life.

“Chanhee…”

Your tongue makes itself comfortable with the rolling of his name in your mouth

Good lord

“I would tell you our house specials your reputation tells me I don’t really have to,” he giggles

“My… reputation?”

Honestly, you’re too mesmerised by his captivating eyes to pay attention to any implications his sentence has

“Um… I think I worded that wrong,”

His nervous laugh is even more sweet than his actual one

“I meant since you’re a known regular, you must already know all the house specials,”

“What if i want you to tell me all of them anyway?”

“Why would you wanna hear something you already know,”

“Why wouldn’t anybody wanna keep a pretty boy like you busy with them for as long as possible?”

“I-“

Chanhee stammers for the first time in his carreer

“Are you flirting with the staff?”

“I don’t know. Is the staff interested?”

Your eyes bore into his like you’re mapping out his entire existence

As if you can everything beyond his physicality

He quickly evades any eye contact

A blush emerging from his neck peaking through his sweater, all the way to his cheeks

“Tell me what you’ll eat and I’ll give you the answer,”

With his hands twiddling with his notepad and pen, he begins to list all the house specials and customer favourites on their menu

All of which, as he assumed, you already knew

And you order the same thing you do every time

“Ah! I knew it–“

He slaps his hand to his mouth

But the damage is done

“Knew what?” You inquire

It takes a tonne of courage from the tall boy in front of you to explain the snippet of what he accidentally exposed

“We uh…”

He cleans his throat to conquer some of the embarrassment

You change your posture to help him feel unscrutinised

Putting your elbows on the table, you intertwine your fingers and rest your chin on them

“Go on,”

You’re not trying to come off as intimidating or anything

Its just that he’s so… interesting. And so pretty to look at

You can’t help but play with him

“Ah! Now you’re embarrassing me!!”

He whines

You immediately chuckle at his behaviour

Consistently adorable

“I’m not trying to I promise,” you reassure him

Chanhee huffs and starts his explanation

One that you find completely endearing

“You were actually one of our very first customers when we started this cafe and then you came every week afterwards. You’re kind of a big deal in our kitchens. We always know you’ve come when we see your order,”

“I always keep and eye on you when you work long nights,”

Oh so this is the reputation he really meant

“Ah, well. It’s my favourite place to be. I love the food and the service,”

You look at him watching you expectantly

“And observing you,”

Chanhee lowers his head and laughs again

“Maybe I should tell everyone else to never feed to anything sweet?”

“Why?”

“Maybe the lack of sugar will control your sweet talk,”

You roll your eyes at his raised brows, the quip making you shake your head

“Regardless, thank you guys for keeping an eye out for me. I appreciate it. Sometimes I do get carried away,”

Chanhee puts a hand on his hip before responding

“Then I guess I should thank everyone for observing me,”

“I never said everyone observed you,” you tease

“And I never said we kept an eye out,” he teases right back

While also inadvertently giving you the answer that you needed

That he would very much like to reciprocate you flirting

Which he is already doing

“Well,” he says clicking his pen shut, “I’ll get your order started,”

“Maybe you can join me? For a little while,”

He’s about to talk before you cut him off

“If you can of course. I don’t want to get you in any trouble,”

You would sheepishly defend your request

“You should be more concerned about whether I want to,” he teases, putting both his palms on the table and leaning towards you

This makes you stammer now, embarrassed about missing that crucial point

“I-I’m sorry I thought-“

Chanhee stands back straight and laughs louder than he did all day

“You’re so easy to scare! And here I thought you were the intimidating one,”

You lean back and cross your arms on your chest

Classic “I’m not doing this anymore” stance

Chanhee laughs even harder at your demeanour

If that was even possible

“C’mon! Don’t be like that!”

You refuse to stop pouting

“Okay, okay, I’m sorryyyy. Please don’t be mad, I’ll get you the best of the house!”

“Fine,” you sigh

Unable to hold you endeared smile

“I’ll be right back!” Chanhee promises

Leaving with a skip in his step.

True to his words he comes back five minutes later with your order and an additional treat

As if he wasn’t a treat enough

You two spend the rest of the evening talking about your lives

You both discuss your childhoods, your happy memories

He shares his interests with you and you tell him what inspires you

You two even exchange your numbers

Time moves by so quickly that before you know, it’s time for them to close

“You know,”

Chanhee interrupts you while you gather your belongings

“The staff at the back was calling this a date,”

“You did skip work to gossip with me all evening,” you sass him

He chuckles but is unable to look at you

“Would you… call it one?”

He shyly asks, looking at you through his lashes

“Depends. If I do will I get a second one?”

He chuckles in relief that he wasn’t reading too much into things

That you also want more than a friendship with him

“I can promise you a second one if you tell me your name,”

And it just clicks then that you never even told him the most important part about yourself

And then–

“If you don’t even know my name, what did you save my number as?”

“I’ll let you know on the third date,”

He giggles at your disbelief

And no matter how much you pester him as he walks you home

He just doesn’t let up

(It’s “future loml💘💘”)

(He’s too embarrassed to say bc it’s cheesy as hell)

(Also he’s a LIAR and doesn’t tell you until you move in together and you call his phone while making dinner together one night)

(Best believe, you never let him live it down)

[esotericdescent]

I have some Headcanons for Kaz to share in reference to his trauma / haphephobia. A couple of them involve vague mentions of ~intimate situations.~

It's never really explicitly mentioned in the books, but I suspect blood is one of his triggers—although fresh blood isn't as much of an issue as I think it has a lot to do with scent rather than the physical sensation of it. It's the sickeningly sweet, rotting coppery scent and if he's stuck with it on him long enough, it can easily lead to a panic attack and/or a fainting spell. It's also very likely the reason why the only time he gets someone's blood all over him is either when it's a last resort or when he just .... loses his cool, which doesn't happen very often ( I mean, he doesn't particularly like killing people anyway, but yk ). In SOC when he rips that guys' eye out, they change POV after Kaz goes bellow deck to clean himself off and stuff and like ..... I think about that a lot. Might write a drabble abt it some time, who knows.

When/if Kaz gradually starts to work through his touch aversion issues in order to be able to physically touch someone casually or intimately, he strikes me as someone who is ... extremely intense once he's comfortable. Because of his aversion, he's also very touch starved, which becomes immediately obvious very quickly in that case.

I think, when it comes to kissing someone, that is likely one of the easier things to work through for him simply because of how stark the contrast is. Like, the heat of someone's mouth, the intimacy of being able to hear and feel someone's breathing, feel how very much alive they are. And for that reason, it becomes pretty immediately apparent how much he enjoys it once he gets there.

One of the ways he keeps himself grounded during these situations is being able to feel someone's pulse, which he can do by either feeling for it by resting his hand on their throat / pressing his thumb against their pulse point there, or doing the same on their wrist(s).

However, something important to note; it will absolutely take a lot of tries, trial and error, for Kaz to be able to work through these things. He is probably going to have several panic attacks along the way and it's gonna be a rough start; it's especially going to be complicated and very, very meaningful for him to allow someone to be anywhere near him when that happens too, so it'll require a ton of thorough plotting. I don't mind skipping ahead, as long as we thoroughly discuss and establish the difficulty in Getting There.

I will also say that, as someone on the asexual spectrum myself, I am 5000% very, very flexible about what intimacy would mean for him. Smut does not have to happen for Kaz to be intimate with someone; literally him letting someone hold his hand is a very huge indication of intimacy for him okay. There's a part of him that deeply, deeply struggles with shame regarding his trauma and limitations because of it, so. Someone eventually knowing What Happened and insisting on giving him the space and patience that he needs and/or being like "you don't actually have to Ever btw" despite his stubborn attitude sigh lmao is 👌👌

Kaz's struggles with touch will never fully be gone, no matter how much he works through it. There will still be days where he can't handle physical contact and there will be days where he's handling things just fine but the slightest thing twists the wrong way and he has a panic attack or can't touch anyone for hours or the rest of the day, ect. It's always going to be there in the back of his mind, being considered with everything he does. And, even with working through it to be able to touch Certain People or Someone In Particular, he still won't be able to deal with it casually, with people he doesn't know well or trust. It's especially Bad if it's not anticipated from someone he doesn't know well or trust.

[blametheeditor]

Reasons To Hate You

Prompt Roulette By Title

Five reasons Character A has wanted to drop contact with Character B and the one key reason why Character A has stayed.

NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of murder. Mentions of child murder. Mentions of weapons. Being possessive. Uncaring and unsympathetic toward others. People being experimented on.

The Editor cheated and I got my prompt late

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“It is what it is.” 

“They’re people, Vince!” 

“And?” shut Scott up effortlessly as the taller shot an annoyed look at him. “There’s nothing special about them. We’re doing the world a favor having anyone who takes the night shift go ‘missing’.” 

“...you’ve changed, Vince.” 

“Have I, Scotty?” felt like a slap in the face as his best friend turned to him. Seem to grow several feet taller as Scott felt his heart threaten to beat out of his chest. Watched as the shadows seemed to surround them as amber eyes hardened. “Look at me and say I’ve changed.” 

He knew the man hadn’t meant physically. Even if he had, Vincent still looked like Vincent. His long hair tied back into a ponytail. The playful smiles and teasing smirks exactly like the ones he received years ago. The only thing that’s really different is that fact he’s purple from head to toe to match he discontinued Fazbear uniform. 

Scott wanted to say Vincent did change. His best friend murdered five children. The man finds no problem with being experimented on. Acts as if no one’s life truly matters. 

The Vincent he knew would never have done those things. 

…or would he? 

Because it was the one who immediately took a stuttering teenager under his wing on the first day who intentionally corrupted Foxy in order to cause a horrific accident. 

Because it was the one who nicknamed him Scotty who used his trust to go into the backroom and commit an unspeakable crime. 

Because it was the one who saved him from getting killed despite having undergone Afton’s experiments. 

“If they don’t matter, then why did you save me?” 

It was a valid question. Because Scott was a night guard. He held the position among other things, but he had lost the game fair in square. Just like all the ones before him. 

Just like the ones that would soon be killed by vengeful animatronics. All because of Vincent’s actions. 

“Because you are special,” Vincent breathed. Backed down. No longer wanted to be upset with the man he had saved. And only barely. 

“Special enough you’d use me?” 

“I trusted you, Scotty. Mi-” 

“No! I trusted you!” Scott snapped. Felt tears spilling. Flinched away when Vincent reached out to...what? Grab him? Hug him? Literally stab him in the back to complete the circle? “You used me!” 

The taller only watched, carefully taking his hand back at seeing it clearly being unwanted. “I’m sorry.” 

He hates Vincent for betraying him.

“You’re quiet today.” 

Scott didn’t dare respond, knowing full well what would happen if he spoke and had any tone or words that suggested anything but a neutral attitude. 

He learned long ago how to handle Afton. It came with the territory of being one of the sadistic man’s personal projects. And truthfully, he had no one but himself to blame for allowing it to happen. 

The reason he stood there like a puppet who’s strings weren’t being pulled on was because he had agreed to be one. 

It’s a decision he regretted, longed to go back in time and reverse, but it had still been his choice to live that hell. 

And due to that acceptance, Scott was fairly good at ensuring there were no reasons to be unusually cruel during a session. Angry at the man who torments him with an amused smile on his face, but he could never be as upset with the one pressing the button or injecting the syringe as he was with himself. 

It was a bad day, however. Curtesy of the lurking shadow standing in the corner. 

“You’re upset with him.” 

Scott swallowed down an angry shout. “Yes.” 

Afton hummed in approval for his voice not wavering. “And why’s that?” 

It took all his willpower not to glare at the glowing eyes peering at him from the darkness, Vincent all too interested in what his best friend had to say. 

“He’s been alive all this time, and yet he never told me.” 

He thought Vincent had been killed during the night shift years ago. After he murdered the five children, nearly claiming a six victim if it wasn’t for the poor boy to miraculously surviving after being bit by Foxy, the animatronics sought revenge. And while Vincent was many things with many talents, the ability to cheat death was not one of them. 

At least, not the Vincent he knew. The ‘improved’ one could. Had a few times. 

“Did he tell you why?” Afton questioned. 

Scott’s jaw clenched. Unable to continue speaking less tears fall. He wasn’t demanded to answer. 

He hates Vincent for lying to him. 

“I took care of them, Scotty!” 

Scott stared at the purple man. At the excited smile. The tone of pride as he waited for a response. 

“What do you mean took care of them?” 

He was looked at with an odd expression. “The couple of employees that were talking about you behind your back.” 

The papers he had been holding fell to the floor, scattering across the hallway. Scott’s hand shot out to grab onto the wall, attempting to stay standing. He was glad the only thing he had that day was coffee. 

“Why?” 

Vincent was wise enough not to offer a hand for support, simply looking confused. As if having people killed for him wasn��t wanted. “You said you were getting annoyed constantly hearing them talk behind your back. Soooooo, I took care of it.” 

Scott finally followed after the paperwork. Felt his knees give out as he crumpled to the ground. 

His flinch from purple hands quickly catching him was so violent he’s immediately left alone, gasping for air as he stared at the ugly tiles beneath his fingers. 

“N-No. No. I didn’t want you to kill them!” 

“What else was I supposed to do?” 

That was the last time Scott ever made the mistake of confiding in his best friend, even for the smallest things. Because that wasn’t what he wanted. That wasn’t what he thought would happen. 

He hates Vincent for not being able to trust him. 

“Hey, Mikey!” 

Scott reacted as if he was electrocuted, all but sprinting toward the office when he realized Vincent was at the first location. At midnight. While Mike was working. 

Dear God, not Mike, not Mike.

“Hey, Phone Guy,” was his first greeting as he skid to a stop right outside the office door in the east hallway. And while the night guard who had survived for nearly two months didn’t comment on his panicked expression, Vincent shot him a look of concern. 

“Hey, Scotty, what’s going on?” 

It was so visceral. Vincent sounded like himself again. Scott couldn’t put his finger on it, but his best friend seemed almost...happy. As if something he thought he lost had finally been found. 

Which terrified Scott. Because the only thing that truly made the purple man happy anymore was killing. And there Mike was, the only other person in the restaurant, and only Scott had the promise of never getting killed. 

He couldn’t let the young man die. Not when he was the first one to survive and stay. The first one to not despise Scott. The first one who followed his recording and actually looked in the suits for him. 

It seemed like a lifetime, but it had only been a second before Vincent’s eyes suddenly widened, and he took a step back. 

Away from Mike. Hands held up to show there was no knife. “You remember Mikey, don’t you Scotty?” 

...Mike was given a nickname. 

“Uh.” Hazel eyes glanced between Vincent and a potential victim. “Not particularly.” 

“Purple Guy said his ass watched mine when my shitty parents dropped me off at Fazfuck’s.” 

Mikey. Mikey. Little Mikey who got bit. 

Scott didn’t respond. He only walked toward where his best friend stood. Saw the silent promise the sole survivor from his selfish deed won’t be killed. Placed himself directly between Mike and Vincent in order to act as a shield. 

He hates Vincent for not being able to believe him. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Scott sent a fierce glare toward the shadowed corner. “None of your business.” 

He turned to leave, just needing a moment to clear his head, try and remember who he is. 

He didn’t get the chance. Not with a hand grabbing his wrist. Getting tugged back toward the suffocating office he can’t be in there right now. 

“It’s always my business when it comes to you, Scotty.” 

The man bristled. Attempted to yank his arm away, only to hiss in pain when the grip as strong as steel didn’t so much as jostle from the movement. 

“Vince, let me go!” 

He should’ve expected it, but it was late, he hadn’t slept, and he was terrified. 

It was just him and Vincent in the first location. The one he nearly died in. Was seconds away from being stuffed into a suit just like all the other guard he hired, played the tapes for, and yet never did everything he could to help them. 

Because he’s a coward. Because he only wanted to ensure he didn’t get punished by Afton the next time he was summoned into the lab. Because Scott Cawthon was a name to be terrified of with anyone who dares question him vanishing just like all the other night guards. 

He didn’t deserve to be the only one who was saved. 

Scott felt tears fall as he was forcefully pulled back toward the office. The creature who used to be his best friend growling lowly whenever he tried to fruitlessly break away. 

He wasn’t trying to run. He will never be able to run. He just needed five minutes. 

“You’re staying with me.” 

He hates Vincent for treating Scott like he’s his. 

“Scotty?” 

The man in question looks up from his mug of coffee already halfway gone. Scowls at the sight of Vincent wearing a giant smile he does not trust. 

“What did you do?” 

“Me?” the purple man purrs as he walks closer, failing to hide his amusement at the fact Scott doesn’t look amused in the slightest. “Do something? That doesn’t sound like me.” 

“Out with it,” is all that’s growled as he turns back toward the paperwork Afton demanded be completed by 6am. Meaning he’s pulling yet another allnighter. 

He’s not suspicious of the silence. If Vincent really had something important to say, I.E. yet another demand from the sadistic bastard of a boss, then he would spit it out. No, right now his best friend is enjoying the old game of trying to see if Scott will get concerned. 

It used to work on a much, much younger him. But after being by the purple man’s side for over twenty years, he learned the name of it real quick. 

“...Brayden got a scholarship.” 

Scott nearly chokes on his coffee. Quickly sets the mug down before shoving it away. Clears his throat and rolling his eyes at the sight of a hopeful expression. 

“Hockey?” 

“Well it ain’t for bein’ an honor student,” Vincent snickers. “Ya know it’s for hockey.” 

No, the older of his two sons was never good at getting his homework done. Admittedly never did good on his tests, either. He had nearly failed math last time they checked. 

“Jayden’s still in his honor classes, though?” 

His best friend snorts. “Can’t keep ‘im out of them.” 

They both know that’s Karen’s doing. His ex-wife might’ve accepted the fact Brayden enjoyed athletics more than anything, but his younger son was being put through the ringer with the hope he’s a genius. Don’t get him wrong, Scott knows his sons aren’t stupid, but Jayden never screamed ‘valedictorian’ to him. 

Of course, she left him when Brayden was five and Jayden was three and completely cut all contact with their ‘deadbeat father’ including something as simple as a monthly phone call. 

He owes Vincent for keeping tabs on his boys without ever being asked to. 

“I also wanted to tell ya,” his best friend murmurs. “Might’ve needed to save Jayden from gettin' murdered on his way back home a few nights ago.” 

“Why is the God damn kid walking around at midnight-” 

“He takes after his father!” leaves Scott sputtering. 

“Do not blame that one me!” 

Vincent only hums in thought. “I think I might. Especially considering he’s got a life saving shadow that follows him everywhere like his dad does.” 

Scott doesn’t feel anything but relief from the statement. Because the one thing Vincent has never so much as teased about is hurting his sons. Not even Karen’s been threatened despite the fact she’s the one who left his best friend and broke his heart taking his sons away like she did. 

As much as Vincent’s concerned, Scott’s sons are his nephews he’s promised to protect while their father is out of the picture. 

They don’t know how long that’ll be. Possibly forever. But he’s thankful for the purple man. 

“Thanks, Vince.” 

“Anything for you, Scotty.” 

[thefuckisaid]

This is inspired by that one convo Soap and ghost had during the solo mission i believe.

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War.

The kind of thing no one wanted to talk about but everyone expected one side to be the "good" ones and the other the "bad" ones.

No one wanted to talk about it's real motivation or the selfish pricks who send young folks to the middle of the fucking desert. Or the scars you took home with you, physical and mental.

Frank can't blame people for it tho, if it was his choice he'd turn a blind eye to it as well. But he wasn't that kind of man and he held respect for his mates life's.

There was one, that Frank could pick up apart in the middle of a crowd. One with Wich Frank would feel like home even overseas.

Billy was Frank's last anchor and that was exactly why Castle couldn't just watch as his second in command slowly drifted to craziness.

A granade that made contact with the ground way too close to Billy left wounds in his face and chest.

Billy was stronger than most, sometimes, Frank would say that the pale skinned man was stronger than himself.

But that granade erased part of Billy's memories, among other things.

Like the trust in his team.

Frank won't lie and say that the fact of being Billy's first memory when he woke from the surgery wasn't the most chest warming thing that has ever happened to him.

But then, no one of their mates would be allowed to Billy's Recovery room.

Billy wouldn't dine with them as before, as a stray cat, he would get violent if anyone but Frank got too close for his taste.

They had to sedate him a few times.

Frank suspects, that Billy knew something. Something about operation Cerberus that made him the most dangerous man to Agent Orange.

He remembers Billy gaze when Rawlings send them to a mission that was a lost cause.

And Frank knows that Rawlings is capable of doing that and much more to one of his own. He saw the face that man made when the news of Billy’s survival were delivered to them.

So now, while Billy locked himself up in the storage room of the warehouse. Frank is thinking real hard about getting rid of Rawlings himself. Proof or not.

"I don't trust anyone" --Billy raspy voice came out of the walkie talkie-- "Anyone right now. Not even Rawlings"

-- We'll see about that. --Frank answered from the other side of the door--. Just make sure you can trust yourself, Billy. Start there.

"That's a really good piece of advice there, Lieutenant" --Frank could feel the smile on Russo's face-- "I wanna be like you when I grow up"

There he was, the Billy Frank loved above all the other people in the world.

--. Nah, You wanna be better than me, Billy boy. –Truth was, Frank wanted to see Billy be better than him. Even if he knew that they were the same.

There was no Frank without Billy, and the recent events showed him that there wasn’t Billy without him.

“I realized the way you look at me” –Billy started after a moment—“I know i can trust you because of that”

--. Yeah? How do I look at you Bill? –Frank ignored the weird looks that his mate’s were giving him. They could think whatever they wanted.

“Like you love me” –Frank swallowed, before the explosion, he and billy had never shared those words out loud. But it was clear as the stars in the desert night, Frank indeed loved him, more than he loved himself.

--. And that would make you come out without a sniper rifle in your hands? –Billy chuckled from the other side and Frank smiled too.

“Only if you promise me that we’ll end this and go home eat one of those horrible Burgers you like”

Yeah, Frank could do that. He will collect Rawlings head and bring it to Billy’s feet, he just needed time to put everything in order.

--. Sure Bill, we can have one last run. You and me.

The next thing Frank heard was the door being unlocked and Billy’s steady steps on the floor.

[groovenians]

okay so on this week's episode of "ditri is going through it" i bring you......whatever the fuck all this is

where do i even fucking begin

so my one irl bestie and i right. we've been planning on rooming together for a hot minute now. i trust them with my life. have no worries about it whatsoever. so my mother has been trying to find a place of her own bc the place we currently rent together just doesn't work for her. she's disabled and needs someplace with easier access.

well it's been weeks now and she keeps being turned down or snobbed on all her applications for housing. didn't understand why. neither did i. found out the other day the eviction for the last place she had was put onto her background check despite that it never went through and she proved the landlord (my great uncle mind you) lied about the reason for eviction in court. i don't get it. she found out today that in order to get that all fixed she would need to hire an attorney which 1) one that she contacted said they weren't sure they could really even do much about it 2) if she did hire the attorney she couldn't even afford to move afterwards.

"ditri why did your great uncle fuck over you and your mother?"

because my family is a fucking nightmare that's why. you know why he dicked us over? because he didn't want responsibility for the property anymore. because he wanted money. because nobody in my family actually gives a shit about each other really. because he's a republican christian fascist like the rest of them who believes 5g rays kill you. because he once said if he ever met a gay person he would beat the shit out of them. dare i go on? btw the place she was evicted from belonged to her grandmother and was built specifically for someone with physical disability which is why she was going to buy it from him. hurray.

so now the whole plan of my mother moving out and leaving us the place we currently have, which would have worked out fantastically for my friend and i, is down the fucking drain. to make shit worse? my friend also possibly has an eviction on their background check. why? because their last landlord, 1 of 2, is a fucking sociopathic prick who filed against them because they started seeing a friend of his. not joking.

the full story? my friend broke up with their long term boyfriend earlier this year. ended up hooking up with this guy them and all 3 of their roommates were mutual friends with. 2 of the 3 owned the house they all lived in. well them and the guy developed feelings for each other and it started evolving in that direction. the one roommate/home owner got pissed off because the guy my friend started getting involved with was (yes i mean "was" in past tense now) his best friend. he got uncomfortable because "i had friends who started a relationship before in the past and then shut me out" and by that logic decided to completely sabotage the situation himself. of course what my friend and their new guy do is none of his business and he has no say in what they do whatsoever. but because he's a little immature control freak he decided oh you won't call it off? you won't let me control you? i'll file for an eviction against you! now i can have power over you! i'll ruin your fucking life!

even though he knew we were going to room together and they would be moved out within the next 2-3 months anyway :)

so understandably i got pissed. i know all 3 of their (past) roommates and i was kinda friends with all of them? not close but you know...i liked them enough right? and their home was safe to me. in fact it was the only place i've ever truly felt safe in my life. so now that's gone.

anyway i got high the night i was given the news and while also being frustrated by events happening at my job involving an unbearable coworker i went on facebook and made a little vague post (i know that's immature but allow me this just once please) that really could have applied to either dick homeowner or shit coworker. if the shoe fits i guess.

next morning dick homeowner saw the post and decided to respond back by making his own vague post. now to clarify the kind of person he is, you know that particular brand of generic white cisgender gay man who thinks being a petty cunt is a whole ass personality? yeah. so this wasn't new behavior for him. so anyway his way of firing a shot back at me was by literally making fun of me for being an abuse victim both in general and for being rejected by my mother for being transgender. wish i was kidding. so then i let my rage consume me and i said the most horribly nasty and vile shit i've ever said to another human being in my fucking life to him. then my bestie told his boyfriend (homeowner 2) and within the day the post got deleted and by next day both had unfriended/blocked me. el oh el. but after doing all that the mf exposed himself real hard and now several people who were friends with him hate him and are on our side (me and the bestie!!!). but yeah it kinda tanked my mental health a bit. recovering still tbh. but i did find out the pathetic creep went and showed my friend's new guy (because he was trying really hard to crawl back to him and rekindle their friendship despite it all) what i said in the way of, "l-look at this mean fucking shit dimitri said to me!!!! can you believe how cruel this is????" and he got laughed at!!!! LMFAO!!!!!!!!

but yeah now i have no idea what to do. i suppose now we have to go around applying to different properties and hope we snag one up that can actually work out for us and our 3 pets. somehow. despite the eviction. i'm so fucking stressed lol. i don't want to move again. i'm so sick of moving. i love my room too. and i love this town and it's the only place i've lived in where i actually feel idk. happy ig. but i gotta get this shit going bc i'm now basically 7 months into hrt and i neeeeed to get away from my mother. ugh. i'm so tired and this doesn't even cover everything that's been stressing me out. what else is new though.

[aeoki]

SS Finals - Everyday: Chapter 7

Location: Shrine Characters: Hiyori, Jun & Nagisa

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Almost an hour later. At a certain shrine in the Chūbu region. >

Jun: ………… *Claps hands together*

I pray we’ll be able to win “SS” this time!

(We’ve got no choice but to pray for that on the outside, huh. The cameras are rolling, so I’ve gotta behave how they expect idols to.)

(Personally, I don’t really believe in these “sorts of things”, though.)

(I was simply living out my days in order to surpass Jin Sagami – the one who was like a god to me when I was a kid, for better or worse.)

(My life will never begin until I clean up all those loose ends with him…)

(To be frank, I once thought I could quit being an idol once I defeated him and laughed at his face.)

Jun: (At the very least, I hope it’ll allow me to verify my worth as the idol, who wasn’t allowed to play with any toys or friends as a kid and worked hard to improve myself…)

(I’ve gotta prove that all the time I spent trying not to cry wasn’t a waste. Otherwise, it would be way too pitiful for my little self.)

(But things are different now. I’m no longer the person who couldn’t live if he didn’t finish the task in front of him, one after the other.)

(I’m not an idol and not a product of my crappy father’s imagination. I was able to come into contact with the human Jin Sagami.)

(When I saw him wearing an idol outfit he probably didn’t want to wear and confronting me properly…)

(It kinda felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

(Of course, old habits die hard and my body goes into fighting mode out of reflex whenever I see him, though.)

(I sometimes forget about him when I’m busy working as an idol every day.)

(He gets mentioned whenever I’m on TV shows and stuff from time to time, but even then…)

(There are times where I can’t pretend and react like it’s not something that “doesn’t interest me”.)

(Haha! There’s no way that wouldn’t be of interest to you, Jun Sazanami! After all, you’ve lived all this time trying to confront and surpass him!)

(But it seriously seems the highest thing on my priority list isn’t “that” right now.)

(I won’t think about complicated stuff like the others – I place my trust in the reactions from my physical body.)

(And that body has decided that “that” is no longer important.)

(I put up with everything no matter how much it hurt and how many times they trampled on me…)

(This body has refined itself!)

(You got any complaints, God~? GODDAMN!)

Hiyori: Come on, Jun-kun – how long are you going to keep praying for? Looks like Mr Greedy here has a lot of wishes…☆

Nagisa: …Hehe. Well, things will be focusing on Ibara for a while, so how we use our time now shouldn’t be an issue.

Hiyori: Then, do you want to walk around the shrine? Although, there’s not much here since it’s not a sightseeing spot.

Nagisa: Yeah. Shrines are originally places of prayer.

…It’s not a place to make money nor is it someplace popular.

…As long as it exists within the confines of capitalism, then even God has no choice but to be connected with “that”, I’m sure.

…God and religious faith exist because of humans, after all.

Hiyori: I don’t understand the whole god concept! Are they really that important?

It’s probably weird to hear that from someone who calls themselves “Eden” and “Eve”, but what’s wrong with being popular?

Nagisa: …There’s nothing wrong with it – You’re always in the right, Hiyori-kun.

…But we shouldn’t ignore those who live with that support.

…Both gods and money are an illusion created for people to live in a more rich and happy manner.

…Trampling over that is never the right thing to do.

Hiyori: …………

Jun: (Hmm? Could they not bicker when someone is trying to pray!?)

(Things have been odd – it feels kinda tense between Ohii-san and Nagi-senpai. Like Nagi-senpai’s the weird one here?)

(He’s been holed up in that strange, abandoned temple too. His actions are way too suspicious.)

(I’ve been feeling like it’s gotten even harder to know what he’s been thinking lately… I don’t like it one bit.)

(Us CosPro idols didn’t form a unit just so we could pretend we’re best buds with each other like the Yumenosaki idols.)

(We formed a unit because we needed it for our work and to earn money.)

(But even so, they were the people who gave me freedom and comfort…)

(When I was mentally controlled and tied down by my piece-of-crap father and Jin Sagami.)

(I think it’s my turn to help them this time.)

(How should I get about doing this? I don’t even know what’s going on, so how can I know what I should do!?)

(GODDAMN! I hate myself for not being smarter!)

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[falsementor]

even if he COULD purr, you’d never know. because this monkey is touch-adverse as fuck and might bite your finger off if you try anything.