#he's definitely fine. and normal about it

[dreamjoymemoir]

oooooooo, i simply love all your turned-into-chimera series! can i ask for phainon next, please? 🙏🙏🙏

yes definitely!! phainon it's your turn to get hit with the chimera beam.

-one day, you find that you just can't find your boyfriend anywhere. he won't (can't) answer his teleslate, and no one seems to have seen him! on a whim, you even gather the courage to ask lady aglaea... with a faint smile, she just gives you the general area of where he may be and suggests that you may need to be a little open-minded about the form he takes.

-you eventually see a flash of white and blue fur scampering down the path, and curiosity tells you to follow. he leads you all the way to the garden of life, where he hesitates in the shadows with some trepidation.

-it's when the little chimera looks up at you with strikingly distinctive blue eyes that you understand what has happened. phainon is... distressed that you caught on before he could fix this. he was honestly just hoping he could figure it out himself without having to worry you about it. the resigned "awooo" he lets out melts your heart and compels you to pet him a lot. he doesn't mind, but it does feel a little embarrassing.

-on his behalf, you ask the chimera keepers what may be done if a human being has turned into a chimera... they just give you funny looks and think you're writing a story. no one seems to have noticed that phainon himself has been transformed, which is probably a good thing!

-phainon as a chimera tries to act relatively normal; he still likes walking you to and from different places and coming along for your usual activities, and he seems like he wants to reassure you that everything is fine even if he's a cuddly little creature. which it is, now that you know nothing truly bad has happened to him... but you can't resist the urge to pick him up and cuddle him. he lets you do this knowing that he'll feel real awkward about it later, because he loves you and needs some affection to lift his spirits anyway. i like to think he's fluffy as a chimera too.

[uhreo]

I have an idea for a request

This is mainly meant for Sebek, Lila, and Malleus

So you know that myth about silver, iron and fairies?

Imagine a reader who's insecure about their teeth since they have a silver tooth crown (or multiple) in their mouth. They think they can't give no kiss kiss to their fae pookies T~T

I call it The Fae-tal Kiss

cast ✧ lilia , malleus , & sebek.

contains ﻌ fluff / lilia having a high pain tolerance mentioned / general lilia mentioned / lmk if i miss something.

✏ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 _𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 — this is kind of short... And this idea is so yummy btw!! Thanks for requesting <3

—. ( lilia ) ︵⠀⠀⊹ ⠀⠀ ꒰๑ ´` ๑꒱

Honestly, I feel like lilia would have a high pain tolerance due to him being a general. So, he'd mostly be willing to risk it just to get a few kisses from you. In this moment, Lilia would replay the saying of no pain, no gain inside his head as he cradles your face in his hands while stealing a few short kisses from you.

The metal does sting, yes. But the pain wasn't something that he wasn't used to, and besides he wouldn't let a few burning sensations stop him from getting a kiss from you. THIS MAN IS ON A MISSION!!

He'd also soothe your worries and insecurities by reassuring you that he's fine and that the blood on both of your lips wasn't that big of a deal since he can just use some healing magic.

To be honest, I think lilia would also love silver tooth crown(s). He thinks it's pretty and would totally get one too if only the metal didn't burn him <//3

The kisses he gives you might not be long ones and only lasts a few seconds but he does make sure to attack you with a barrage of smooches!!

—. ( sebek ) ︵⠀⠀⊹ ⠀⠀ ꒰๑ ´` ๑꒱

He was confused when he first saw your tooth crown(s), why would you wear something so... insignificant? it doesn't serve any real purposes and for a moment he actually thought it was some armor for your teeth. You have to actually explain to him that it does have some purpose, and yes, it's somewhat of a protective armor for your teeth.

Unlike Lilia, I think he'll be a bit hesitant when it comes to kissing you because of the silver/iron and how it affects him. BUT!! I also think he would actually pretty much risk a few peck kisses when he realizes that the fact that you couldn't kiss him due to your silver crown teeth actually saddens you.

Lilia DEFINITELY told him that kissing you might build a pain tolerance towards silvers/irons as a way to tease him but Sebek took his words seriously since he thought that it might be one of Lilia's advices/tips for him to better himself as a guard.

It didn't work. He tried kissing you for a longer time but the pain got to him too much and he had to pull away and apologize to you. ( He 100% wrote a poem/letter expressing his guilt and he also reassures you that he likes your silver tooth crown(s) and offers to take you back to his home in briar valley to see his parents and get your teeth checked or if you want to change up the design. )

I'm pretty sure he'd also find it cool that you have armor for your teeth. He won't try to get any silver tooth crown for himself because he knows he's not suited for it but he does compliment yours!!

—. ( malleus ) ︵⠀⠀⊹ ⠀⠀ ꒰๑ ´` ๑꒱

He would kiss you and will disregard the fact that your silver tooth crown(s) is practically burning him. This man would literally just use his magic to heal himself and since he's a powerful mage, the burn mark and blood would just disappear in an instant once he uses his magic as if it didn't even exist in the first place.

He would definitely be intrigued by your silver tooth crown(s) since this is the first time that he had seen one like it—he lived in briar valley after all, the city that's brimming with faes so seeing such an accessory wasn't common for him.

He'll be curious about the procedure for getting it and he'll ask you questions—just normal questions like, was it painful? Do the designs of your teeth crowns have any meanings? When can you take it off? Stuff like that.

Malleus would comfort you and soothe your worries away by assuring you that you could kiss him anytime you want and that no, he doesn't care about the silver/iron present in your teeth crowns. He'll also be much happier if he gets smooches from you and would also be the type to compliment you from time to time about your teeth crown(s).

[very-merry-birthday]

And Take 'em Off in Private

Summary: During a drunken night the boys find out your secret- you used to do porn. But how Dean reacts surprises you.

Warnings: Smut!

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You poured the whiskey into the glass, spilling more than you managed to get in, as Sam let out a loud laugh.

"I think-" he laughed again, "- I think you might be drunk Y/N."

You looked around at the three men in front of you. Sam had been laughing for almost three minutes straight, Cas looked like he was about to fall asleep, and Dean had checked out of the conversation long ago.

"I think we're all drunk!"

It wasn't often that you were all able to sit around, multiple drinks deep with nothing else on your minds. One of you always had something going on, somewhere else to be, someone else to see. So when earlier in the day you had realized you'd all be in one place with no where else to go, you'd jumped at the opportunity.

Which is how you found yourselves in the bunker library, none of you able to hold yourselves straight on the uncomfortable upright chairs. Sam and Cas sat opposite one another at the table, both of them trying to keep the conversation flowing, while you'd been making sure everyone's drinks were topped up. Dean had his feet up, listening and watching. His eyes spent most of the time distracted by you, watching your smile, the way you laughed, the way you rolled your eyes whenever Cas started on a drunken ramble. He tried to resist the twang of jealousy every time you reached out to grab Sam's arm for stability, knowing you were only doing it because he was sat next to you. He pictured what it would be like if he was sitting where his younger brother was, your head on his own shoulder instead.

He broke his thought as you looked over to him, a soft smile on your face, holding up the bottle to question whether he wanted more. He pushed his glass forward for you to fill it.

"What I don't get-" you broke eye contact, looking over at Cas, "is how you can get drunk? Don't your- angel powers- stop that?"

"I don't have any powers, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes again, "Fine! Abilities! The cool shit you can do!"

"My abilities don't stop me from feeling the effects of alcohol." While he was definitely less sober than normal, Cas was holding it together remarkably well.

"What can you do then?" You asked. Dean liked that about you, that you were always asking questions. Never to pry, but just because you were interested. Not that he'd ever tell you that.

"He can read your mind." Dean spoke up, wanting to rejoin the conversation.

"No shot you can actually read minds." You laughed, grabbing his hand from across the table and pulling it up to your temple, "What color am I thinking of?"

He gave a cautionary glance around the room, "Green. Dark green."

You looked over to Dean's eyes momentarily, then back to Cas, "That's crazy cool!"

Sam leaned forward, "That's boring dude, tell us all her secrets!"

Your mind flooded as Cas began to speak before anyone could stop him, "Y/N has been in several pornographic films-"

You lept up, your chair going flying behind you. Your head spun as you mind sobered, sweaty palms, prickles at the back of your neck. You looked back at the three men, three sets of eyes now firmly placed on you. Cas looked confused, Sam looked guilty and Dean- you didn't want to even try and understand what his expression meant.

"I didn't think he'd-" Sam began to speak and you lifted up a finger to stop him as the gears in your head continued to spin.

After seconds that felt like hours you began to talk. "Cas, that wasn't your fault- he shouldn't have told you to do that."

Cas nodded slowly, the situation finally dawning on him.

"Sam, apologise to him."

"I'm sorry man, I should have been more clear I was joking."

"Dean-"

He looked up at you, and eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"-actually all of you... If you even think about trying to find one of those videos..."

You trailed off, all of them understanding the threat without you even having to make it. With that you went back to your room, collapsing on the bed and letting embarrassment and drunkenness swallow you up as you fell asleep.

---

The next morning you were woken abruptly by Dean, barging into your room as he had a hundred times before. You shushed him before he even started talking, your head still spinning, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"We gotta-"

"Shhh!" You buried you head back down on the pillow, trying to block out all light.

He lowered his tone, gently speaking as he sat at the end of the bed. "We've got a case, day's drive or so, if we leave now we'll get there before midnight."

You wrapped the pillow around your head, trying to sink down lower as you mumbled a response, "Hungover- take one of the others."

"I would darlin', but they're even worse off than you. You leave with me now and I'll let you sleep the whole journey?"

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And that's exactly what you'd done.

Hours rolled by as you slept in the passenger seat, your hangover slowly clearing as the road stretched on. You'd screwed up an old shirt as a pillow, the window down, letting the cool air hit you.

Dean watched you any chance he could get, his eyes flowing over you, allowing himself to stare in a way you'd never let him if you were awake. He looked away as you finally opened your eyes, blinking hard as you adjusted to the light.

"How much longer?" You murmured, taking note of the afternoon sun.

"Couple hours?" He replied, eyes firmly on the road.

You expected him to speak, to mention last night, but he didn't, the silence stretching on in the car. Eventually he riffled around in his cassettes, finding one he knew you wouldn't complain about, and pushing it in.

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Even once you were in the motel, silence sat between you.

You relaxed back on the tiny bed, flicking through the TV channels as Dean sat on his own bed, cleaning his gun. Night had set in with barely ten words spoken between you all day, embarrassment hitting you whenever you remembered how you'd left last night.

"You okay?" Dean looked over at you, no longer able to deal with the stillness, "After yesterday I mean."

You swallowed hard, "Yeah, it's fine, I shouldn't have reacted like that."

"No, no, we didn't mean to freak you out, we should have come and spoken to you."

"Honestly, Dean, it's fine."

You both sat uncomfortable for a moment.

He clenched his jaw, "D' you wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing else to say." You looked up at him, his forehead filled with questioning lines, "What do you want to know?"

And just like that, you'd broken the seal.

"I- You- Porn?"

You relaxed back onto the bed, sighing in exasperation, "Eloquent as always, Dean."

"I'm sorry- I don't know what I'm asking- did... did you enjoy it?"

You looked back over to him, a little surprised by his question, "Yeah, yeah I guess I did. I was young, I needed money, not everyone has a bunker to go back to-" you rolled your eyes, mock annoyance, "-but yeah, I enjoyed it."

"But you didn't tell us?"

"I can enjoy it and still not want you to know about it. Do you really think you wouldn't have treated me any different?"

"Course I wouldn't-"

"Yes you would."

You both paused, tension filling the air.

He stood up, walking over to your bed and laying next to you on it, both of you staring up at the ceiling. "What did you enjoy?"

You thought for a moment, "I looked fucking good."

You both let out a laugh, looking at each other, glad to have the tension broken, until Dean spoke again, "You look good now."

You were suddenly aware of how close your face was to his.

"Yeah but in those videos I looked hot- like really fucking hot."

He exhaled sharply, trying to keep his face set, "What did you do?"

"It was mainly just me, you know-"

He cocked an eyebrow, "-getting yourself off?"

You blushed, struggling to stay composed, "Yeah, getting myself off. There was a few videos with other guys- that's what made the most money."

"Did you enjoy them?"

"Yeah, they were always fun! But I enjoyed the ones with just me more. I could just relax, put on a show."

His lips were now dangerously close to yours, sharing each others breath, his eyes dark, "What kind of show?"

"I used to put on something hot, something I'd never wear in real life-"

"Yeah?"

"-Lace, leather, fishnets, silk.... And then I'd tease myself-"

"Hmm?" He inched closer to you.

"I'd play with my tits, my nipples-" all embarrassment had left you, his eyes only encouraging you on, "then my clit-"

"Yeah?"

"I'd push my fingers into myself, god the noises I'd make."

"Darlin'-" His breath was hot against you as he eyed up your lips.

"There's this one video, dressed all in red- people fucking loved that one... It was always between that one, where I used a vibrator, and one where I dressed all in black lace... That was just my fingers-"

"God that's-" His lips were only millimetres from yours, both your eyes beginning to shut.

"I always preferred the one in red..."

"I love the black lace." He leant forward, ready to kiss you.

You pulled back before he'd even realized what he said, confusion filling you, a pit in your stomach growing as you scrambled back off the bed, standing next to it, "What- what did you just say?"

"Look, I-"

"What the fuck did you just say, Dean?!"

"It's not what it sounds like I-"

"You couldn't even wait 24 fucking hours to look them up!" You felt sick, your embarrassment filling you once again, "I can't believe you!"

"I didn't-"

"The one thing I asked you not to do!"

"Seriously I-"

"Fuck you! I can't believe-"

"Can you just listen for one second?" He stood up in front of you, grabbing your shoulders to quiet you, "I found them six months ago."

You swallowed hard, not understanding what he was saying.

"I didn't find out last night, I've known for months."

"I- I don't-"

"I was looking a porn one night and- well I thought, damn that chick looks just like Y/N-"

You blinked hard.

"-And then I watched a couple, coz fuck I needed to see someone who looked like you- and I realized... it was you. I couldn't help myself-"

You tried to turn away but he stopped you.

"-You looked so fucking good, every video was hotter than the last... The things you'd do, the noises you'd make-"

"Dean I don't-"

"Jesus... I didn't want to tell you, I knew you'd be embarrassed- but I didn't think of you any different, sweetheart. I've always know how hot you are, but I've also known how fucking badass you are too."

You let out a small exhaled laugh, the situation finally sinking in. "I can't believe you didn't tell me."

"I'm sorry. I really am. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You eyed him up carefully, the room falling deathly quiet once again.

"Take off your clothes."

His cheeks flushed, "I don't think-"

"You've seen me naked, right? It's the only way to make it fair."

There was a pause between you, both of you watching each other, neither of you saying anything. You'd never seen Dean naked before. Of course you'd seen the odd part of him: his abdomen whenever he'd wipe his face with his shirt, his back whenever you'd have to get changed in the same motel. But never all of him.

And then in one swift motion he pulled his shirt off, revealing his upper half to you proudly with a smile. You took a moment to admire him, your eyes seeking out his body. You looked for the subtle tan lines on his arms, where the sun had beaten down on him; the small scars across his chest, a life of hunting; his strong, solid core. You didn't care he was watching you stare, both of you knew what this was, so you took your time.

You nodded slowly, a way of telling him you were impressed, and looked down to his jeans. He understood what you meant, slowly undoing his belt and pulling down the fly of his pants. You sucked in a breath in anticipation as he leant down to pull them off, kicking them off from around his ankles and standing back up straight to look at you, hands on his hips.

You teased your own eyes, starting at the bottom of his legs, taking him in slowly as you worked your way up. Strong calves, stronger thighs, his gorgeous bow legs. Then you finally allowed yourself to look at what you really wanted, biting your lip as you looked at his black boxers, the clear bulge almost taking your breath away. It was large, and seemed to only be hardening. Dean watched your expression carefully, a grin poking at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded again, looking back up at him to continue.

Doubt shot over his face momentarily at he looked at his own state and then back to you, fully clothed, "Sweetheart, I don't think that's fair."

"Did you see me in my underwear, or did you see me fully naked?"

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he remembered the videos, what you'd worn in them, what you hadn't. He knew he couldn't answer honestly and keep his dignity, "How about this? How about I take these off, and I get to ask you one more question?"

You pretended to weigh up the decision, knowing you'd do anything at this point to get his boxers off, "Yeah, yeah I think I can agree to that."

With that he leant down, pulling his boxers down his legs in one swift motion, before standing back up straight and showing himself to you proudly. Finally you could see his whole body, perfect in every way, his gorgeous cock standing semi-erect as he combed one hand through his hair, looking down at himself and back up at you.

You could barely get your words out, your eyes fixed firmly on his hardness, "W-What was your question?"

He walked up to you, so close you could reach out and touch him as you looked back up to his face, "There's this one video: this guy has you bent over a desk-"

You knew exactly the one he meant, nodding only slightly.

"-and he's going at you from behind and- god you look fucking good, your ass bouncing, taking him so well-"

You could barely think, your mind filling with his words.

"-and you're making these noises- Jesus you don't know how many times I watched that video- these noises that are so fucking hot I don't think I'll ever recover. You tell me, sweetheart, are those noises real?"

You looked back down at him, his cock now fully erect, his hand slowly wrapping around the base of it, stroking it only slightly, and then back up to his face, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

He smiled for only a second before leaning forward, grabbing your face in his hands. He kissed you desperately, ferociously, his tongue instantly exploring you, his fingers reaching around to the back of your head, your neck, the bottom of your top, tugging at it to pull it off you. You broke apart for only a moment so you could remove your top, and then you were back on each other, hands, lips, tongues.

You let your hands flow over his chest, feeling his muscles as his own hands began working on the fly of your pants, needy to get you in the same unclothed state as him. You helped him pull them down and kicked them off your ankles, both of your bodies pressed against each other, his mouth finding it's way to your neck.

He stepped back to hungrily eye you over, his tongue darting out as he looked at your bra and panties, "You're wearing far too many clothes, darlin'."

You carefully unhooked your bra, sliding it off your arms and dropping it down next to you. Now it was his turn to stare, taking you in. You hooked your thumbs into your underwear, slowly dragging it down, giving him a show you knew he'd like. He sucked in a small breath, stunned by your body.

"Turn around, let me see that ass."

You did as he said, turning around, looking back at him over your shoulder. His eyes dropped, looking you up and down.

You watched him walk up behind you and turned away from him again, facing forward as you felt his naked body press against you, his hard cock firmly against your ass. He kissed your neck gently, sucking lightly at your skin as you leant into him, his finger tracing a line over your shoulders and down your back. Once his hand reached the middle he pushed you forward, guiding you to the end of the bed where you bent over.

He groaned as you got into a steady position for him, your ass sticking out, perfect and ready. He pushed his tip through your soaked folds, and you gripped the bedsheets infront of you, holding back a moan. His hand came down to grab your ass, another groan on his lips at the feeling of your pussy around his cockhead.

He pushed himself into you slowly, stretching you out as you finally let yourself moan. Your noises coaxed him on as he began to thrust into you, his hands wrapping around your hips to give him better control.

You moaned out loudly as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your g-spot, sending your body melting. You buried your face into the mattress, muffling your gasps as he continued to move, gripping your body tighter.

"Louder for me, darlin, let me hear you."

You did as he said, turning your head and letting out another loud moan. You felt your core tightening, desperate for release as he sped up his movements, slamming into you, pushing you to the brink.

You came, hard and fast, loudly gasping. Your hands gripped the sheets, and Dean felt as your pussy tightened around him, watching your back arch in pleasure. Your legs felt weak as he continued to push into you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

As soon as he felt your body relax slightly he pulled out, and you felt as he came on your back, letting out a loud groan, his fingers embedded into your skin.

Both of you stayed still for a moment, panting hard, the pleasure rolling through both of your bodies. You looked back up at him over your shoulder, making eye contact.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He looked down at your arched back, your ass in the air, his cum on your back. He walked away to grab a towel from the motel bathroom and then back to you, lazily running it down your back, giving your ass one last look before you rolled onto your back, allowing yourself to relax into the sheets.

He lay down next to you, both of you breathing hard, his fingers running down your body, sending sparks through you. You looked at him, his forehead creasing as he began to speak, "There's this other video where you're on top- I think I have a question about that one too..."

[rafeobx]

THE ONES I LOVE. . .

was thinking about the ones i love by olivia rodrigo and wrote this

ex!boyfriend!rafe x routeledge!reader

MASTERLIST

plot: you return to outer banks after four years and lets just say---not everyone is happy to see you.

warnings: extreme angst, cursing, mention of drugs, slight fluff

it's been years. years since you've returned to the outer banks, years since you've seen him.

dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight piercing the grimy windows, illuminating the wreckage of what once was. a broken guitar lies propped against a stained couch, its strings snapped like forgotten promises.

every step you take echoes in the stillness, each creak of the floorboards a ghostly whisper of the past. no one is home; the twinkie is nowhere in sight.

you grab your bags, the worn straps digging into your shoulder, and walk to what used to be your bedroom. the door creaks open, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. nothing is as it used to be.

the photos that once draped your walls – memories of laughter, sunsets, and endless summer days – are gone. the room is now empty of any possible reminder of you, stripped bare as if to erase your very existence.

it’s almost as if you were never there.

then, through the oppressive quiet, you hear it: the unmistakable sound of familiar voices, brimming with laughter and happiness nearing the house. itt’s a gut punch, the realization that your friends—your brother—could be so normal without you, so accustomed to your absence. it hurts, a dull, aching throb deep in your chest.

but you know, with a sickening certainty, that this pain is nothing compared to the agony you'd feel once you saw him again. rafe.

you reluctantly turn around, drawn by the pull of those voices. as you step into the doorway, their laughter dies in their throats. one by one, their smiles drop, replaced by stunned silence as their eyes meet yours.

"what the fuck," john b whispers, his voice thick with disbelief. he stares at you, his gaze a mixture of anger and confusion, a silent question hanging in the air: does he even want to see you?

can you blame him if he doesn't, though?

you left four years ago—no note, no call, nothing. and just as fast as you disappeared, you’re back, standing there as if nothing ever happened.

the air crackles with unspoken history, a chasm of absence stretching between you and the life you abandoned. without another word, john b lunges forward, engulfing you in a tight embrace. but you don't hug him back. your arms hang stiffly at your sides, every muscle tense.

tears brim your eyes, hot and heavy, threatening to spill over. he pulls away, his thumbs gently wiping the dampness from your cheeks.

"what're you doing back?" his voice cracks, the initial confusion blurring into raw resentment. "and why the fuck did you leave without saying goodbye?"

you don't respond. your gaze drifts past him, past the others, and lands on sarah. the unspoken question hangs heavy between you two, a desperate plea you're dying to voice.

"he's fine," sarah says, her voice soft but firm, a knowing look in her eyes. "he says he's fine, but i know he isn't. maybe you should see him?"

john b stares at you, unsure, a silent protest forming on his lips. before he can object, kiara interrupts, a smirk playing on her lips. "there's a kegger tonight," she says knowingly, "and knowing rafe, he most definitely will be there."

you let out a lighthearted chuckle, a hollow sound that doesn't quite reach your eyes. the thought of seeing rafe again ties your stomach in knots; you're not sure you can face him, or the wreckage of the past.

suddenly, jj wraps an arm around your neck, pulling you into a rough, familiar squeeze. "you know, as much as i don't like him," jj says, looking at you intently, "he makes you happy, so, why not try, right?"

the question hangs in the air, a challenge and a comfort all at once. what do you do next?

"so, you up for it?" pope shrugged, a sly smile on his face.

the bass thumps against your chest as you move through the throng of bodies, the air thick with sweat, cheap beer, and a faint echo of that familiar scent from the house.

your eyes scan the chaotic scene, searching for a face you both dread and long to see. instead, your gaze locks with topper.

"well, well, well," he drawls, a smug smirk twisting his lips. you roll your eyes, internally cursing your luck for running into the most annoying, most nerve-wracking person in the obx. "rafe know you're back? or are you planning on running away from your problems again?"

"i don't remember asking you, topper," you retort, your voice sharper than you intended. you take a step back, ready to disappear into the crowd before you bump into someone.

"yo, watch where you're goi—"

the voice is rough, slurring slightly, cutting through the blare of the music and the buzz of the crowd. you flinch, freezing mid-step. your heart begins to pound a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, so loud you swear even topper can hear it over the noise.

you don't need to see his face; you already know. the way the words are clipped, the familiar undertone, it’s all him. you brace yourself, drawing in a sharp, unsteady breath as the person turns around.

and there he is. rafe fucking cameron. his eyes, once a color you could drown in, are bloodshot and shadowed. the boyish charm is gone, replaced by a hardened edge, a weariness that digs deep--one that you know you caused.

he stops mid-sentence, his jaw going slack as his gaze lands on you. the beer bottle in his hand lowers slowly, forgotten, crushing in his hands from anger. the noise of the party seems to fade, leaving only the deafening roar of your own pulse.

for a moment, neither of you breathes. then, the stillness shatters.

a flicker of something dangerous ignites in rafe's eyes – recognition morphing into raw, untamed fury. his face darkens, a vein throbbing in his temple. topper, sensing the shift, wisely melts into the crowd.

"you," rafe growls, the single word a venomous hiss that cuts through the thumping music. he takes a step forward, his eyes burning into yours. "you have some goddamn nerve showing up here."

before you can even formulate a response, his hand shoots out, his fingers closing around your arm in a vice-like grip. it’s not gentle; it’s a possessive, angry hold that makes you wince.

"we're leaving," he snaps, his voice low and guttural, pulling you roughly through the throng of bewildered party-goers. you stumble, trying to keep up with his angry stride, the force of his momentum dragging you behind him. the air outside hits you like a cold slap, but it does little to cool the fire radiating from rafe.

he doesn't let go until you're clear of the last stragglers, out on the dark, sandy path leading away from the beach.

he shoves you, not violently, but with enough force that you lose your footing and land hard on the sand. he stands over you, chest heaving, his face contorted with a pain so profound it makes your own heart clench.

"four goddamn years," he spits, his voice ragged with disbelief. "four years, and you just waltz back in like nothing happened? like you didn't rip my life apart even more? you knew about my dad, you knew about all the shit he did and you still chose to abandon me." his words are laced with a bitter accusation, each one a fresh wound. "what the hell do you want from me?"

you push yourself up, brushing sand from your jeans, meeting his furious gaze. "i... i just wanted to see if you were okay," you whisper, the words barely audible over the crashing waves.

his laugh is humorless, a harsh sound that grates on your ears. "okay? you think i'm okay?" he runs a hand through his hair, agitated. "i've been a living hell since you left. every damn day was just an empty space where you used to be." his voice softens, just a fraction, the anger momentarily overshadowed by a raw vulnerability. "i hated you for leaving. god, i still hate you. but i missed you more."

he looks at you then, truly looks at you, the fury in his eyes never dims, but now it's accompanied by a desperate, aching longing. he takes a hesitant step closer, his eyes watery, hovering uncertainly before you.

"why did you come back?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, the fight suddenly draining out of him, leaving only a profound weariness. "are you just here to tear me apart all over again, or?

the question hangs in the humid night air, heavy with unasked possibilities.

E SPEAKS !

so i intended for this to be a one shot, but i had way too much fun writing this so let me know if you guys want this to be a series!

[gotaksboyfie]

hi‼️‼️‼️ it wasn’t stated in your yes and nos, but do you do omegaverse? if not thats completely fins but if you do can i request for alpha james lee or dg x male reader nsfw headcannons? if not then just james lee or dg nsfw headcannons are okay too😥😥😥 thank you!!

(alpha) james lee/dg nsfw hc's

male reader

a/n red for alpha!james and white for normal ^__^

» very versatile with his pace. it all comes down to what feels right in the situation honestly, prefers to keep it fast and sharp to have you turning into a mess beneath him with his precision

» somewhat skinny with length (little over 6in) not the thickest, but he'll hit all the perfect spots inside you

» prefers to top, but is okay with bottoming if you want it. doesn't enjoy it as much (because it's harder to stay in control with a dick up his ass), but it's a nice feeling. probably wont do it very often though

» can't deepthroat well, but is definitely skilled with his tongue. (have you seen him and those lollipops?) sometimes he'll scrap his teeth against you to see you whimper in pain

» hickeys everywhere. if people can't know you belong to him specifically (as dg), then they'll just have to know that you're taken already. you'll just have go about your daily life looking like you get mauled by a vampire everyday while his skin is spotless

» not very vocal in bed, just the occasional grunt/moan. he keeps his composure, always having a nonchalant face

» a huge sadist. seeing the way your face twists up in pain makes him want to push your buttons further—to see how long it'll take before you break

» dom. he will be in control the entire time. on the meaner side both physically and verbally. probably into some cock slapping, enjoying the way you cry so prettily for him with each hit. he also never fails to mention how desperate you are for him, pointing out how your body betrays your words

» milks you until you're cumming dry. tying you down to either the chair or the bed, do anything he wants to you, making you sob with pleasure by the end of it. if james is feeling particularly ruthless, he'll do it until you pass out

» into mirror sex. likes watching all your little reactions, and making you look at how well he fucks you

» obsessed with your scent glands. no matter what position, his nose will be buried in it. same with your mating mark. once he pops his knot, his teeth instinctively find your mating mark and bites down, reclaiming you.

» his alpha is very instinctive. he's in control of it most of the time, but it gets very possessive. don't even think about being too friendly with another guy or else your hole is going to pay for it, leaving you limping for days

» will purposely avoid touching your hole and cock just to see how wet you'll get from him teasing you. he'll suck little marks on your neck while caressing your thighs—never touching where you truly want him to—until you're dripping for him

» speaking of slick.. he's obsessed with yours. he laps at it like a madman, sucking out every single drop. the taste is like addicting to him

» if you're an alpha he won't bottom for you unless he's in a very specific mood or if you're in rut. you'll have to catch him on a day where he's feeling playful enough to give up dominance for once, letting you take some control over him. don't expect him to submit though. he can easily turn the tides with his strength

» during ruts, all he can think about is breeding. don't even bother trying to wear clothes around him, he'll have it ripped off within seconds. your neck will be thoroughly marked and you'll stink of him for days

» if you're in heat he's at your beck and call. you want a knot? he's always available for that, just ask him any time. caters to whatever you're feeling—rough, soft, deep, anything for his mate <3

» if you're in rut, his inner alpha will begrudgingly agree to let you knot him. only because it doesn't want to see it's mate in distress. james himself is fine with it, but it's a matter of fighting his instincts rather more than anything

» clingy once his knot pops. he makes sure to knot in a comfortable position, making sure he can cuddle with you without any awkward poses. while you wait for it to deflate, he'll try and rile you up again for another round despite your spent body. he'll thumb at your nipples or nip at your neck, anything that he knows will get your body interested again

fin

a/n alpha dg.. 😵‍💫 saw this request and locked in immediately. i hope this isn't too ooc since this is my first time writing him ㅠㅠ

[windvexer]

Hi Chicken, hope you're doing fine!

I'm so sorry if this question sounds weird. I have a problem, kinda, mainly because I don't do spirit work and besides the "chill with the house spirit" thing, I never did much.

I have a nice group of deities that I've incorporated in my practice for years. I know them well, and we're fine. A couple of years ago, one of them appeared (like a bright unexpected mental image that made me say "woah") with attributes that aren't his if we consider his traditional iconography/symbology. They made sense to me, and I thought it was just a normal thing that happens when you spend quality devotional time with an entity.

Last year I got closer to him and I started receiving mixed messages. This god is cool, super chill, and reserved, but I kept having these very personal, intimate, and confusing mental images that clash with how I know him. I never doubted that it was him because why should I? Things were still working with him, but it was weird.

I recently asked (with multiple draws w/ yes/no method) if it was really him because things were getting embarrassing, and apparently, he's a different spirit. He probably used that deity as a ram to get through my tendency to be suspicious of everything.

I didn't investigate before because I know when I get intrusive thoughts/things that aren't part of my brain patterns, and when something is gnosis/external input/something related to my practice. These are definitely in the second category.

I don't do spirit work, I'm not familiar with identifying spirits or understanding who they are. I'm (maybe?) an advanced beginner with tarot, so I don't have enough tools to sit down and divine with absolute clarity. I'm planning to do more readings to understand this situation, but I'm really confused.

Do you (or any of your followers, if it happened to them too) have any suggestions on what I should do? Thanks if you answer, and sorry again if it's weird.

What are you confused about? I think that's a good place to start.

It's my experience that spirits can take up the guises of gods to appear to us, and may do so for the express purpose of getting closer to us.

But there can be lying and manipulating you for your attention (forgive and move on) or lying and manipulating you (cut off and move on). I can't suggest what you do, you must decide this for yourself.

Sometimes a guy pretends to be a god because he wants to give you the big smooches and you're a Deity Hanger-Outer-With but not a Spirit Worker, and therefore putting on the godmask is the express train to smooch town. "Why are you mad at me for stealing someone's suit? I only did it because you said the dress code has to be black tie and you never go anywhere else."

Asshole behavior? Yes. You gotta decide what to do with it.

You're certainly not the first person it's happened to. Look at me, I turned out great* and now mine teaches me magic and stuff.

I have a problem, kinda, mainly because I don't do spirit work

Well you do now!

Spirits lie for lots of reasons. You suspect you know why this one did it.

Is this the kind of thing you would forgive? If so, what information do you need to make that decision? Would you forgive this spirit if you can otherwise trust them? If they can bring you some manner of power and benefit? Or is this something that you personally would not choose to get past?

Avoid using divination to tell you what choices to make. Instead, use it to gather information. You must be comfortable making a decision on your own, even if divination appears to provide insufficient information to make that choice.

These decisions can look like:

I do not forgive you and I will harm you if I ever sense your presence again.

I will put this behind me but you need to leave and never come back, and if we ever meet again it won't be as friends.

I'm willing to try and work through this but I require a great deal of your honesty and understanding, and we need to do things on my terms.

I've thought about it and I decided it's not a big deal to me that you pretended to be someone else to spend time with me.

It's sexy as hell that you did all this just to be with me, like a romance novel or something. Let's get married and have forever cuddles.

I'm not familiar with identifying spirits or understanding who they are

If this spirit lied to you to get close to you then I think this means 3 things:

He's a liar

He believes if you knew who he was, you'd stop being close to him

He wants to be close to you

Given these circumstances is a spirit likely to cooperate revealing their identity to you? Maybe not.

In my experience, identifying spirits (as in, being able to label them as a creature from myth or lore) is not helpful. Individual spirits often don't 1:1 match their lore. And a lot of lore is very muddy. I don't know anyone who works with the fae that would look at the general public online lore of faeries and say, "yep! Accurate."

I think it's much more important to identify intent and what this spirit wants from you. I think if you give him a chance to explain himself he may be significantly more open to sharing than if you demand information that you could use to disqualify him from your life. Does that make sense? Like don't start your investigation by barking up the most heavily guarded tree.

Because trust me! "Sure, I lied about being that god, but I'm totally this other kind of entity you'd be comfortable having in your life" is, uh. Probably not the end of the story for a guy who's only established fact is that he lies about his identity to stay in your life.

[bravoechoes]

OP, you are incredibly correct and brave about your Bentham take. The fact that Ethan/Luther doesn't really enter most fandom conversations (even just takes on the depth of their canon relationship) endlessly frustrates me.

Anyway... What are your Luther/Ethan headcanons?

Ok to preface with some context. Nothing against Benthan I’m not starting a ship war idc about that, you do you etc. I just can only enjoy it in a way that is not the dominant mode in the fandom.

Ok now for some more context re: ur question. I think with the exception of Julia, Ethan doesn’t really have set boundaries with people re: their relationship to him. Like PERSONALLY I think you can read his open affection with Ilsa in DR as them skirting a lot of lines and being like. friends but in a weird way. like a mature mutual pining where they’re in (very silent) agreement about their feelings for one another, they both know that pursuing those feelings is entirely closed off as a possibility, and so paradoxically that opens up this space of ambiguity where they can kinda get away with doing Couple things but it’s still permissible because they aren’t ACTUALLY doing it as a capital-C Couple.

Which is all preamble to say - I think Ethan would have a very similar relationship with Luther, and especially him in particular because Luther was basically Ethan’s divorce lawyer/manager/mediator/etc. like they don’t really have the type of boundaries one would generally associate with friendship, even a long term friendship. So like for me to enjoy Luther/Ethan essentially nothing would change about their dynamic at all except one day they decided to sleep together and then afterwards they would keep randomly sleeping together and not reeeeeeally talk about it that much, it’s just a thing Ethan does with Luther sometimes and it’s fine and normal and not a big deal (it is a big deal) because I still go to the bar with him on Friday nights and talk shop with him and he tells me he heard from my ex-wife last month so she’s still alive. which is nice isn’t it? Luther is suuuuuuch a good friend idk what I’d do without him. 

so I think unlike the emotional/social changes that would happen with Ilsa, not very much would change with Luther if they got together because I get the impression that they’re both kinda fine with being mutually lowkey and not talking that much about their feelings, unless in the case of Ethan having some deep personal crisis where he kinda just falls apart and Luther has to deal with his bullshit again. Luther is basically the only constant in Ethan’s life and I think Ethan feels comfortable with not examining that too much/at all, sort of in the vein of like “if I don’t acknowledge it then no one will notice and nothing bad will happen” so Luther is just his friend that he sleeps with. I don’t even think it’s an internalised homophobia thing (noted feminist king Ethan Hunt etc although I think he’s definitely dealing with some of that baggage in MI1 re: Jim Phelps) it’s just Ethan being neurotic and Luther being low maintenance, like ok man sure if that’s what you want. Luther gets what he wants out of the relationship (especially re: his comments in MI3 about being incapable of having normal relationships, so this is the closest he’s going to get, and hysterically it’s with Ethan) and then the tax for that arrangement is dealing with Ethan cold-calling him at 2am to ask Luther to help him bury another body

[chu16a-blog]

Drabble - You licked what? Part II

Pairing: Benji Dunn x reader

Summary: What about this accidental kiss?

Warning: I don't own Mission Impossible, Benji Dunn, or this picture, as you all know..

Part I is here :)

@ahsfan23 @life-hater39

You licked what? - Part II

The pub had thinned out, music quieter now as the crowd died down. The team lingered, drinks nursing themselves empty, and your laughter with Benji had softened into that hazy, late-night kind of warmth. His shoulder brushed yours more often now, and neither of you was really pretending it was accidental.

Benji was mid-story, something about mistaking a decoy laptop for the real intel and setting off five silent alarms in the process, when he leaned too far and nearly knocked over what remained of your drink.

"Oops—sorry! Spatial awareness is not my strong suit right now," he said, hand steadying the glass before it fell.

You laughed, grabbing it at the same time as he did. Your fingers brushed. You didn’t move.

Benji’s voice dropped into a nervous whisper. “You know, I’ve survived gun shots, car chases—and this is what might actually kill me.”

You tilted your head. “What, sitting next to me?”

He swallowed. “Yes. I mean no. I mean—maybe.”

From across the table, Ethan and Luther had gone deadly silent, the kind of still that meant they were absolutely watching and refusing to intervene.

You shifted slightly closer, cheeks flushed, but maybe that was the warmth from the pub. Or the alcohol. Or the way Benji was looking at your mouth like he was calculating wind velocity.

“Benji,” you said softly, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said too fast. “Totally fine. Normal. Chill. Like arctic levels of chill. Polar bear chill.”

You smiled, leaning in a little more. “You don’t look chill.”

He blinked. “Do I look kissable? I mean panicked! Panicked is what I meant.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “You definitely don’t look panicked.”

And then, as you both went to speak again, heads too close, laughter still caught in your throats, you moved at the same time.

And kissed.

Right on the mouth.

It was clumsy, unbalanced, and lasted all of 0.8 seconds.

Then you both jerked back like you’d touched a live wire.

Benji’s words tumbled out, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait, did we just… kiss? Like, for real?”

You were frozen for a beat, then burst out laughing. “Well… that’s one way to skip the slow burn.”

Benji looked completely scandalized. “That wasn’t supposed to happen! That was, cheek proximity math failure!”

Ethan choked on air. “Cheek proximity math?”

Luther calmly set his drink down. “Pay up. That was a kiss.”

“I didn’t say it counted if they collided like confused pigeons!” Ethan argued.

Benji met your gaze, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to find the right words, and maybe a little courage too. “So… is there like a ‘how to not mess this up’ manual? Because I definitely need one right now.”

You were still laughing, trying to breathe. “Benji calm down.”

Benji’s cheeks flushed deep pink, and he avoided your eyes for a moment before quickly stealing a glance back at you. “I can’t calm down! I think I tasted your lip balm!”

Ethan raised a brow. “And?”

“… it was nice,” Benji said quietly, then slapped his hand over his own mouth like the words had escaped on their own. His face lit up with alarm, and he mumbled behind his fingers, “Oh no, why did I say that out loud?”

You nudged him gently. “Hey. For the record?” You smiled. “I liked it.”

He blinked. “Wait, really?”

You nodded, leaning in again, but slower this time. “And this time… maybe let’s aim on purpose?”

Benji looked stunned, like his brain had momentarily stepped out for air. “I—I can do that. Definitely. Totally cool. Chill.”

You kissed him again, properly this time, warm, soft, and just a little lingering, like the pause at the end of a favorite song. This time, when you pulled back, his eyes were still closed for a moment too long.

"Hey," you said softly, brushing your fingers over his cheek, "you okay?"

His eyes fluttered open. “Yeah. Yeah, that was… kind of perfect, actually.”

Behind you, Luther let out a quiet, victorious hum. “Well. That settles it.”

Ethan sighed, handing over a crumpled bill. “Fine. You win. Accidental kiss it is.”

Benji pulled away just enough to look at them. “Wait, were you betting on us?!”

Luther shrugged. “You're a very obvious man, Dunn.”

Benji opened his mouth to protest, and promptly knocked over the empty drink he'd saved earlier.

You both stared at the spilled glass, then burst out laughing.

"Still think you're calm under pressure?" you teased.

Benji let out a dazed laugh. "Only with bombs. Not… lips."

You grinned and looped your arm through his. “That’s okay. I happen to like kissably panicked Benji.”

He blinked again, clearly buffering. “…Wait. So. You do think I’m kissable?”

You leaned in, pressing your lips just under his jaw. “Unreasonably.”

He made a small, incoherent noise that might have been his soul leaving his body.

“Okay,” he whispered, grinning now. “I can work with that.”

You settled against him as the pub lights dimmed further, conversation fading into a low, comfortable hum.

And this time, when his fingers found yours, neither of you let go.

[asher-agere]

hello asher! i love your account. i was wondering if you'd feel comfortable doing babyspace chuuya headcanons + cg dazai? i understand your age range for him is 3-6, so it's perfectly fine if you choose to turn this down. thank you :3

YAY I MADE IT TO THE NEXT ONE. MORE BABY CHUUYA FOR THE WORLD. And thank you so much for saying you love my account! Hehe you’re so sweet

Baby Chuuya + Caregiver Dazai

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⛦ Starting off with the age range! Since receiving this request I’ve actually upgraded his age range to be 3-7 normally. But! This isn’t kiddo Chuuya! It’s an itty bitty baby! Soooo I’m lowering his age range to be 1-4 instead! Covering the baby age range pretty well, but also like there’s still a chance of him being on the younger side of toddler age range because I’m sorry he’s so toddler coded I can’t help myself. But he’s mostly a baby!! Most of the time he’s more in the 1-3 range it’s just sometimes he’s a whole 4 years old

₊ ⊹ This is. A stolen idea but I need to make sure it sees the proper light of day. On my last baby Chuuya post @lullabymeows talked about Chuuya flipping Dazai off. But like manually because he’s lacking motor skills? Like he needs to push his other fingers down. And that’s just the cutest thing ever??? He absolutely does that. The sassy baby ever I love him so much I’m holding that headcanon so so so close to my heart now and forever

⛦ Nicknames time! I love Soukoku and their endless list of nicknames… Dazai uses the most pet names since Chuuya struggles with talking! The usual ones like “Mutt” and “Slug”, but also ones that emphasize how little Chuuya is! Both in headspace and size hehe. So things like “Chibi” and “Little One”! Chuuya tries saying “Dazai” and “Mackerel”, but it ends up just being “Dada” and “Mama” which Dazai teases him about! Poor baby can’t talk right… If Chuuya gets too embarrassed Dazai backs off on the teasing though (Just a little bit)

₊ ⊹ Chuuya wants to be active! He has soooo much energy. But little to no coordination (¬⤙¬ ) You know what that means? Tummy time! He just gets laid out on a mat with some toys within reach! He gets to wiggle and squirm around and it’s so much fun! He likes rolling over onto his back and floating his plushies with his ability! Though he starts crying because he’s uncomfortable ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Poor Dazai is a little exasperated because. Chuuya asked for tummy time. So why is he on his back? Obviously he’ll be uncomfortable on his back! But the baby doesn’t have that much logical reasoning… Dazai can’t stay mad of course

⛦ Little Chuuya loves to color! He can’t color in the lines to save his life, all his pictures look very messy. But it’s so much fun! He especially likes coloring in puppies of course! Chuuya doesn’t like drawing because he’s so uncoordinated that his drawings are completely unidentifiable. Which is fine if it’s just Chuuya! But Dazai guessing the drawings wrong really upsets him… So they just stick to coloring! And Dazai treasures each and every picture! He always keeps at least one in his wallet and plenty on the fridge

₊ ⊹ If you ask Chuuya… Dazai’s a super annoying caregiver ( •̀⤙•́ ) Dazai’s always teasing and taunting him… And it’s not fair! What does Chuuya do when he’s mad? Drowns himself in plushies of course. He’ll bury himself in his dog plushies, because most of his plushies are dogs let’s be honest. Then Dazai won’t wanna go near him! Cause Dazai hates dogs duh. Dazai’s solution is to whine and complain about how lonely he is without his baby in his arms! Eventually Chuuya caves of course and goes back to Dazai. But he pouts for awhile!

⛦ Chuuya definitely isn’t able to talk properly. Words are hard for an itty bitty baby! So technically he’s nonverbal? But that doesn’t mean he’s quiet! Oh no definitely not. This baby is babbling constantly. It’s hard to get him to stop babbling honestly! Dazai loves mistranslating the babies babbles even is he knows what Chuuya’s really asking for. But if Chuuya’s really excited about something Dazai won’t mess with him to much hehe. He’ll just encourage conversation! He wants to hear alllll his babies thoughts!

₊ ⊹ Ok normally I see Chuuya as a juice drinker. BUT. There’s something so baby about drinking milk… I can’t see him liking plain milk though, or even angel milk. You know what he absolutely loves though? Chocolate milk! It’s sugar which means he still feels energetic but it’s still thick and more filling like milk. He usually likes it cold but if he’s snuggling down for a nap or something he does really like hot cocoa! It’s just the warm milk makes him sleepy. He doesn’t want that when he’s trying to play! Then he won’t be able to focus on playing!

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So PJSK fans… Somehow I’m ranking like top 3000??? I guess I’m tiering idk I didn’t mean to it just happened- I wonder if I can get to top 1000 :0

[DNI ID: A white box with a brown border on the left and an orange border on the right. Dazai on the left and Chuuya on the right. Brown text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe” orange text reads “I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

[screamcicle]

I can see Nirei as the type of hypocrite who tells his friends to share their burdens but doesn't share his except for the mundane or super obvious ones.

That one Bofurin chat log where he asks for tips with his bed hair? Sure, that's fine, that's normal. How much he dislikes being a weak fighter? Well, yeah, that's obvious, no use hiding it. He'll openly say he's pathetic because surely others see it too, he's just saying it ahead of them. He'll ask Suo to teach him how to fight because he wants to be useful.

But everything else? Nah. I can see him mentioning being sick because he's a vice-captain with responsibilities, but he won't go into it or ask for help. If he sees his former bullies and they approach him? Oh, he's taking that to the grave. Spiralling thoughts about all his friends finally getting tired of him for being weak, pathetic, nosy, and weird because he definitely has some sort of abandonment and trust issues from years of being bullied? Why would he bring that up? Why wouldn't they leave him eventually? It's fine, he can deal with it.

I think about those QnA videos on the official Wind Breaker twitter and his answers are like (idk, maybe I'm reading too much into it) "What did you do during breaks in elementary?" "Pretended to be super heroes with my friends." but he says it so hesitantly, like he's lying or like he isn't sure what to say when it comes to his past. Like you're just saying you played pretend, a generic childhood activity, so why do you sound like that? This is pure speculation, but did they abandon you to save themselves when the bullying got too bad so all your memories feel tainted? Or are you just lying about having friends?

There's another one that goes like "What do you like others doing for you?" And his answer is just being thanked. It's not about being cared for or reassured, it's about being thanked because he's always helping everyone!! I truly believe that Nirei wouldn't know what to do with himself if he got a fraction of the attention he gave others. He'd probably feel like he's being coddled or looked down on, but because he's also an objective person, he'll keep it to himself because he knows it's just him being fucked up and irrational.

But oh, he doesn't have to worry about that anyway, because he's so open and cheerful. :) So everyone thinks he wears his heart on his sleeve. So of course he'll share his burdens all on his own. :) But then you sit down and think, and it hits you: has Nirei ever told you anything about himself, or is it all mundane surface level stuff?

Not to project (I'm projecting) but as someone who was picked on as a teen and also had horrible luck with friends (they were mean to me :((( ) I think Nirei would really struggle with suddenly having a group of really nice friends.

We don't know much about his past other than "he was bullied" but we see him getting stomped on!! There's no way he's not still recovering from that treatment, pair that with his horrifically low self esteem and I think he's the type to always wait for the other shoe to drop.

That's not to say he doesn't love and trust his friends. He ABSOLUTELY does - need I remind you of what he says to Sakura during the Endo fight - but I also think that, deep down, he thinks if all of his friends turned around and stopped liking him one day, it would make sense. He's used to people not liking him, perceiving him as weak and pathetic, so if all of Furin decided that they didn't want him around, I don't think he'd fight it.

Ohhh my little boy (ಥ﹏ಥ)

[itsalmostavengers]

Do you have any plans for fics after Heavy Pleasures?

Nothing solid, but there are always tons of ideas floating around in my mind at any given point that could suddenly spark into a hyperfixation. Recently my maladaptive Stevetony daydreams have consisted mostly of one of them going into the other's timeline for Whatever Reason, and then like having them falling in love all in the wrong order. I have two completely different fics with this trope in mind: one where Tony goes into Steve's, and another where Steve goes into Tony's. I think both of those have the potential to be both incredibly fun to write and incredibly rewarding bc like. The protectiveness at the sight of this younger, less jaded version of the man they’re in love with? The longing? The falling in love in a million different ways with a million different versions of the same guy? Oof.

but also they would be Capital P Projects sooooo as to whether I would see them both through? idk.

I also have a massive project that I started working on three years ago n have since abandoned, but I did so much of it already that I'm wondering whether to just post it all anyway even though it won't be finished. I mean, better out there for a few people to read than just gathering dust in my gdocs

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[shootingstarrfish]

guess who's still thinking about the bee side story ayyyyy 👉👉 never getting over it

[bearimba]

Silver doesn't need another father. He's already got one of those, technically, but the man turned out to be a weak, cowardly bastard who couldn't face his own problems let alone raise a child. The way he sees it, there's no need to set himself for more disappointment. He's got a roof over his head and food to eat, and that's far more than he could ever depend on in the last... however many years he'd been living on the streets. Lance and Clair are annoying as hell, but while he's training in the Dragon Den, he doesn't exactly have much room to complain. Not out loud, anyways.

Lance doesn't particularly want to be a dad either. He's already got too much responsibility on his plate as Champion, and this kid clearly needs so much more emotional support than he feels like he can provide. Simply convincing him to move into his guest room was enough of a struggle, and it only really worked because Lance had promised Silver he could "earn" his keep. What the hell is up with that, anyways? He's not sure what Silver's past looks like, and he's not about to go prying, but the bare minimum he can do is make sure he doesn't have to rough it out in the woods anymore. At least Clair seems to be having fun training him...

Clair is more than ready to be an aunt. The other two refuse to admit to caring for each other, but unlike them, she's not afraid of something as stupid as her emotions. The brat's slowly but surely been mellowing out during his training, and her idiot cousin has actually been taking care of himself for once in order to be a "good example." Silver has even caught on to calling Lance "old man" like she does, on account of those ugly-ass reading glasses the all-mighty Champion has to wear, and she couldn't be prouder. Best part is, she doesn't have to spend a dime except to treat the kid every so often! That's a win in her book if ever there was one.

[misanthropicgardener]

never assume that a dad is doing something out of the goodness of his heart jesus christ

[detective-piplup]

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