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scientia-rex · 6 months

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One of my patients used to be a Big Deal Specialist in the city and you can just TELL he’s SEETHING that no one out here is even qualified to understand what he did, much less how important he was. He’s also terrified of death. It’s both annoying and really sad. Like, sir, I hate to break it to you, but no amount of knowledge will protect you from the ravages of time. It’s a special kind of hell to know the stages of various fatal diseases intimately. What is it going to feel like when it’s my turn? How do doctors want to die? Suddenly, quietly. Slip away painlessly in my sleep. But how likely is that? Not very. More likely I’ll get cardiovascular disease or cancer, the greatest killers of our time.

He was so afraid of cancer he had an organ that wasn’t cancerous removed just in case. He talks down to me as if I’m his student, and who knows? Maybe I was. He was in the same city as me, and they were forever dragging Big Name Doctors in to teach us things. Maybe I learned how to elicit Achilles tendon reflexes from him.

But mostly I find myself a little scornful. Who lives without the shadow of death? Who doesn’t think about death all the time? When you die, life is a round thing, finished and whole. What will your life look like when God holds it in the palm of his hand?

Also don’t fucking call me by my first name unless I’ve specifically said you can. I don’t GIVE that permission to patients, except for my mentally ill trans and queer patients. If I wanted to be disrespected by an older man I would have married young.

You do not have time. This important doctor who based his whole life around his importance lived as rich and full a life as anyone. And now he’s clinging to it, leaving fingernail marks on the walls on his way out. No one has time. There will be a moment when you’re dying when you think, I would give anything I have to be back in that moment. Any ordinary moment. Taking the dogs out to go potty. Browsing at the grocery store. When you’re being crucified on a hospital bed, dying and aware of it through the morphine, you would give anything you ever possessed to go back and have one more agony-free afternoon. Sit on a curb or a stoop. Walk through a park. Hug your spouse. These tiny fragmentary moments that we are constantly sliding through, tobogganing past at high speeds, these are what will be our life when our life is over.

I am accountable to that self. To the dying me. What did I do with this gift and curse? I don’t believe in God, but I know that I will die, and I have watched enough dying people by now to know the kinds of things I’ll think about. I want to make that me proud of what I’ve done and how I’ve spent my life. She will be a harder judge than God, and I want her to look at this one little life and think, yes. I did what I meant to.

#death cw

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lunasfics · 1 year

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Ghost of You - Jason Todd

summary: In which Jason Todd does what he thinks is best, and you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind.

pairings: Jason Todd x f!reader

warnings: mention of canon typical violence, angst, cursing

word count: 1k

a/n: i would like to apologize in advance for this one 😭😭 i was in an angst type of mood, i hope you like it!! - luna <3

reblogs are appreciated!!

You didn’t sleep most nights.

Sometimes you felt the ghost of his fingers trailing lazy patterns on your arm the way he used to love to do. Sometimes you’d dream that you were in bed and he was there sleeping next to you. In those dreams you took the opportunity to watch him, memorizing every detail of his face. Every scar. The small movements of his nostrils as he breathed peacefully. You’d remember the feeling of his rough hands holding you so gently. Like he was terrified of breaking you.

But then you’d wake up to the cold empty space beside you, nothing but unwashed linen sheets filling the space because you didn’t want to wash away the scent that remained. The scent of him.

Sometimes, when you’d first wake up, still groggy from your slumber, you’d think Jason was in the kitchen fixing up your favorite breakfast. Like he always did on lazy mornings. Only he was never there. Not anymore.

It was stupid. It was so stupid. The way you still thought about him. The way he just gave up. The way he thought he had control over what was best for you.

And you were heartbroken. But you were also angry.

So, so angry.

You’d told him. You’d told him over and over that being with him was your decision, that risking your safety was never even a question for you when it came to being with him. You knew you’d always turn out okay, as long as you had him by your side.

Yet he never seemed to listen.

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of replaying that night over and over in your head. It was torture.

“Jason-”

“No. Do not even try to justify anything that just happened Y/n.”

You paused. He never called you by your first name. Never. You tried not to focus on it. “I’m not. But you need to know that it wasn’t your fault-”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it was my fault, do you honestly think Black Mask would just kidnap you for fun? Are you that naive to think that you were not put at risk today because your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood?” He dragged a hand over his face, he was pacing. His hands were shaky. You could have died. It would have been his fault had he not arrived when he did.

“I am not naive, Jason. I am a grown woman and I knew damn well what I signed up for when I fell in love with you. I’m not afraid of this. I’m not afraid of anything as long as I’m with you.”

He laughed dryly, “Bravery and the power of love won't keep you alive, Y/n. I can’t lose you. I can’t be the reason you get hurt.”

“You never have been and you never will be. Just– Please. I need you to understand that.” Your voice cracked, your eyes welling with tears, what he didn’t understand is it hurt you so, so much to see him in pain. You couldn’t lose him either. And he was constantly risking his life, you’d almost lost him far too many times.

He turned away from you. He couldn’t see you cry right now. He needed the shred of strength he had left to protect you. For good.

He turned to you, “I’ve been a selfish piece of shit my whole life. And I can’t– Fuck. I can’t keep putting how I feel first at the expense of your safety. You deserve a normal life. Not whatever the fuck I dragged you into.”

“Jason. What the fuck are you saying right now.” You didn’t want to believe it.

He didn’t look at you. He knew the moment he looked into your tear-filled eyes he’d take it back instantly. He’d apologize, bring you you to bed and hold you, peppering your face with sweet, gentle kisses. He’d drag you right back into the cycle he’d trapped you in.

You wished he would.

“Jason.”

“I’m leaving, Y/n. You need someone who can take care of you. Who can give you what you deserve. I have to let you go.”

“Are you shitting me? I want you. No one else. This is not your decision to make.”

He started walking towards the door. “I’m sorry.” He refused to turn around, his eyes filling up with tears as he walked further towards the door, his hand on the doorknob.

“I want you to know that right now, you, Jason Todd, are hurting me more than anyone else ever could.”

There was a pause before he turned the doorknob, opening it and stepping out. “You’ll survive.”

That was the last time you spoke to him.

Over and over. The memory replayed in your mind. Every night you dreamed of him, you dreamed he never left, that he had put aside his own pride and just listened to you. That he had just let you be there for him.

You had no idea where he was. You were constantly looking at your phone. Constantly. Waiting, hoping that you’d get a call from him, telling you he was sorry. That he wanted to come back to you. That you’d make it work.

But it never came. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t.

So every day you tormented yourself with dreams of him. Thoughts of him. Remembering the feeling of his arms snaking around your waist as you made your morning coffee. The feeling of him plopping his tired body onto yours after a long day, running your fingers through his hair as he laid his head on your chest.

No thermal or weighted blanket provided the warmth and the security that he did. No pillow you hugged felt as comforting as hugging him did. No comedy you watched was as funny as when you watched it with him. No jacket you owned was as warm as the one he would drape over your shoulders while you were out together and it started to get cold.

You lived with constant reminders that he was gone. Constant echoes of his previous presence.

You could only hold on to the ghost of him that remained in your cold apartment.

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rosemariiaa · 4 days

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~Lasts Firsts~

pairing: Paige x Azzi

a/n: yes i did lose my mind writing this but i had to! this is also my apology for the last fic.. 🤗 this is pretty long so take your time babe, also some tags @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @bueckerscore @juspeaks

themes: fluff, teasing

Enjoy!!!

It was barely 8:00 AM when Paige rolled over, her arm draping across the empty space next to her. She blinked into the early morning light, trying to shake off the sleep. She could already hear Azzi in the bathroom, humming softly, the sound so familiar it brought a small smile to her lips.

Last media day together.

The thought lingered like a weight on her chest, bittersweet and heavy. She dragged herself out of bed, feeling that familiar ache in her muscles from practice the day before, and made her way to the bathroom.

Azzi was standing in front of the mirror, twisting one of her curls between her fingers. Paige leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her girlfriend’s morning routine—how peaceful she looked, even though they both knew today was going to be pretty emotional.

“Ready for the chaos?” Paige mumbled, voice still hoarse from sleep.

Azzi turned her head, giving Paige that small smile she always had when she knew Paige was nervous about something. “You asking me or yourself?”

Paige snorted, stepping closer until she was leaning against the counter beside Azzi. “Both, I guess.”

They didn’t say much after that, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Paige stared at her reflection for a moment, the weight of everything finally sinking in. Last media day, last season. After this? The WNBA.

“You think we’ll survive?” Paige asked quietly, her tone light but not really joking. Azzi met her eyes in the mirror, and for a second, Paige saw all the emotions they hadn’t really said out loud. There was excitement, sure, but underneath it was that uncertainty, the looming unknown of what came next.

“Paige,” Azzi said, her voice softer than usual. “You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna be fine. You’ve been ready for this.”

Paige didn’t respond at first, just dropped her gaze to the sink. She’d been thinking about this a lot more than she’d let on. The WNBA wasn’t just another level—it was the next chapter of her life. And as much as she knew she wanted it, there was a part of her that was terrified.

“What if I’m not, though?” Paige’s voice came out quieter than she meant. “What if I mess this up? I mean… WNBA? That’s a whole new ballgame.”

Azzi turned around fully now, leaning her hip against the counter. She reached out, gently grabbing Paige’s wrist, thumb brushing over her skin in that way that always calmed her down.

“You’ve been playing against pros for years, P. You’re gonna go in there and do exactly what you do best. And… don’t forget you’ll be up against Diana, you’re probably gonna block her shots and then she’ll talk all kinds of shit you know how she gets,” Azzi teased, trying to pull Paige out of her thoughts.

Paige couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension in her chest easing just a little. “I can’t wait for Diana to “hate” me.” Azzi smirked. “Just don’t embarrass her too much.”

“Oh, I will. But not before embarrassing your Aces,” Paige shot back, her grin widening as Azzi’s eyes narrowed in mock warning.

“Excuse me?” Azzi gasped dramatically. “You better not mess with my team. If you even think about beating them, I’ll fly out there and beat you up.”

Paige laughed, leaning into Azzi, her forehead resting against hers. “You’re cute when you threaten me.”

“Not a threat, babe,” Azzi replied, her smile softening as she tilted her head just slightly, brushing her nose against Paige’s. “I’m dead serious. Leave the Aces alone.”

Paige wrapped her arms loosely around Azzi’s waist, finally letting herself breathe. For a second, she could forget about the future. It was just the two of them again, standing in their shared apartment, holding on to each other before the world outside came rushing in.

———-

By the time they arrived in the gym, the chaos was already in full swing, with half the girls making tiktok’s and going crazy per usual. The cameras, the bright lights, the reporters—it was all routine by now, but this time, everything felt heightened. It was their last one. The final first.

Paige watched as Azzi stepped in front of the camera, her expression automatically settling into her “game face,” the serious one she always had before interviews. Paige stood to the side, arms crossed, watching with amusement.

“You look like you’re about to kill somebody,” she muttered under her breath as she moved to stand beside Azzi for their photos. Azzi shot her a look. “I’m just focused.”

“Focused on terrifying everyone,” Paige teased, nudging her with her shoulder.

Azzi tried not to smile, but it broke through anyway, and Paige could feel the tension between them melt a little as they fell into the easy rhythm of their chemistry. They took their usual photos, Paige throwing her arm around Azzi’s shoulders, and their traditional piggyback pose, the same way they’ve done a thousand times before. But this time, the air between them felt different—heavier, full of all the memories they shared.

After the cameras stopped flashing, they hung back for a bit, watching the rest of the team get their moments in front of the lens.

“This feels… weird, right?” Paige said, her voice a little quieter now.

Azzi just nodded. “Yeah. But… it’s also kinda nice, knowing we did this together.”

Paige looked at her, her chest tightening with that familiar feeling of bittersweetness. “You’re gonna make me cry.” Azzi gave her a teasing smirk. “That’s my plan.”

———-

The media day madness finally wrapped up, and before Azzi could even think about unwinding, Paige had dragged her back home with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“What are you planning, Bueckers?” Azzi asked, standing in the doorway of their apartment, her arms crossed. “You’ll see. Just get dressed,” Paige said with a grin, shooing her toward the bedroom.

Azzi rolled her eyes but went along with it, emerging a few minutes later in the white tube top with Paige’s pink cover-up and those low-waisted jeans that Paige always went quiet about. She gave a little twirl, watching Paige’s eyes darken slightly.

“Stole my clothes again, huh?” Paige asked, leaning against the wall, trying to look unfazed.

Azzi smirked. “You love it.”

Paige just shook her head. “Get in the car, weirdo.”

They spent the car ride to the restaurant in comfortable silence, the only sound being Paige’s playlist—songs she’d carefully picked over the years, ones that always made her think of Azzi. At some point, Mitski came on, and Azzi hummed softly to the tune, stealing glances at Paige, who was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

“So, P,” Azzi started casually, “how nervous are you to play against Diana?”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m not nervous are ut playing against Diana. I’m nervous about her kicking my ass after I block her.” Azzi laughed, the sound light and warm. “She probably will. I’ll be sitting courtside, watching her destroy you.”

“Thanks for the support babe,” Paige muttered, but she was smiling. Azzi always knew how to pull her out of her head when she got too wrapped up in her own thoughts.

“And just remember,” Azzi said, her tone a little more serious but still playful, “if you mess with the Aces, I will find you madison.”

Paige threw her a sideways glance. “Oh, I know. You won’t have to find me—I’ll be waiting for you.”

Azzi grinned. “You better be.”

———-

When they got to the restaurant, Paige made sure they sat in a booth—one where she could sit across from Azzi and just look at her. It wasn’t the most subtle thing in the world, but Paige didn’t care. Azzi caught on, of course, giving her a raised eyebrow.

“What? I just like looking at you,” Paige said with a shrug, grinning like she hadn’t just been caught.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous.”

They were mid-conversation when the waiter came over, a girl with a bright smile who seemed way too interested in Azzi. Paige noticed immediately, her smile dropping slightly as the woman complimented Azzi’s hair, her outfit, even her smile. Azzi, as usual, was completely oblivious.

“Thanks,” Azzi said, flashing the girl a casual smile, but Paige could see what was going on, and it annoyed her just enough to act on it.

Without a second thought, Paige reached across the table, placing her hand firmly over Azzi’s. The waiter glanced down, her smile faltering as she realized the situation, quickly taking their order and backing off with a stiff nod.

Azzi blinked, glancing down at their hands before looking back up at Paige with an amused expression. “Was that jealousy?” Paige scoffed. “No, that was me stopping her from embarrassing herself.”

Azzi grinned, squeezing Paige’s hand. “Uh-huh. Sure, Paige.”

After dinner, the laughter between them hadn’t stopped. Even as they waved goodbye to their server, still teasing each other about that moment of jealousy, the warmth between them stayed, making the whole night feel like a dream.

Azzi didn’t even bother pulling out her card when the check arrived. The second she started reaching for her wallet, Paige shot her a look, the kind of look that said, don’t even think about it. Azzi had seen that look so many times before and just grinned, leaning back in her seat as Paige effortlessly snatched the check, sliding her own card inside before Azzi even got a chance to protest.

“Every time?” Azzi asked, her tone half-amused, half-resigned.

Paige just shrugged, a cocky smile on her lips. “I like spoiling you. What can I say?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the truth was she loved it too. It was a Paige thing—doing little things like this without asking, always showing she cared in her own way.

After they walked out of the restaurant, Paige naturally slipped her arm around Azzi’s waist like she always did. It wasn’t even a conscious move anymore; it was just how Paige was. Her hand rested comfortably against Azzi’s side, pulling her a little closer as they walked down the quiet street. Azzi leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth from Paige’s body and the comfort that always came with being this close.

Paige’s grip was gentle but firm, protective in a way that Azzi had always loved. It was something Paige did, even when she didn’t realize it—holding her close, like she was making sure Azzi knew she was always there, no matter what. It made Azzi smile, thinking about how many times Paige had held her like this over the years, whether after a tough game, during quiet moments between them, or just walking down the street like this.

They kept walking, laughing softly, the cool night air brushing against their faces, but neither of them seemed to notice. Everything felt easy between them, and Paige, in her usual way, kept the conversation light. Azzi could tell Paige was doing it on purpose, making her laugh to keep them from thinking too much about all the changes on the horizon.

They were about halfway to the car when Azzi suddenly slowed her pace, and Paige’s arm tightened slightly around her waist, glancing over with a curious look.

“You okay?” Paige asked, her voice casual but her gaze full of affection.

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She stopped, turning toward Paige and stepping in closer. Paige’s arm never left her waist, holding her in place like she always did, her body warm against Azzi’s side. Azzi stared at Paige for a long moment, just taking her in—the messy hair, the soft smile, the way she was always so present, so hers.

“I love you,” Azzi said suddenly, her voice soft but full of all the emotion she had been holding in. It wasn’t planned—it just came out, like it had been sitting on her chest, waiting for the right moment.

Paige blinked, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes softened. Her hand on Azzi’s waist tightened slightly, pulling her just a bit closer. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice gentle, almost like she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to hear those words.

They both stood there for a second, letting the words hang between them. Then, without thinking, Azzi reached up and cupped Paige’s face, pulling her in for a kiss. Paige didn’t hesitate, meeting her halfway, her lips soft and warm as they kissed in the middle of the street, the world around them fading away.

Paige’s arm stayed wrapped securely around Azzi’s waist as their kiss deepened, and it felt like everything else just melted away. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was slow and full of love, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

Azzi could feel Paige’s heartbeat against her own, steady and strong, and she knew, in that moment, that no matter what happened, no matter how far apart they might be in the future, they’d always have this. They’d always have each other.

When they finally pulled back, Paige’s forehead rested against Azzi’s, their breaths mixing in the cool night air. Paige smiled, her hand gently caressing Azzi’s side. “You’re stuck with me, you know that?” she whispered, her voice teasing but full of love.

Azzi grinned, her thumb tracing along Paige’s cheek. “Forever.”

———-

yeaa…that was a lot and so darn cute 🥹

#pazzi #rosie fics #paige x azzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #rosie moots

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lolahasmoxie · 11 months

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Conversations at 3 AM (E.M.)

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Reader

WORD: 1.3k

WARNING: nudity, language, casual intimacy, established relationship, friends to lovers, mentions of getting pregnant, mentions of sexy times, heart-to-heart talks (Eddie & reader are 25)

CONCEPT: You and Eddie aren't used to people sticking around.

DIVIDER FROM @firefly-graphics

Even though you were born at 6 a.m. on the dot, you were a night owl through and through.

During high school and college, summer meant you became a nocturnal creature, much to the annoyance of your family. There was one person it never annoyed, though.

You had met Eddie in elementary school after he moved into the trailer across from yours. From the day you met, you had been thick as thieves. For years, your friends watched as you skirted the line of will they won't they, watching the other traverse dating and relationships with an envious eye. It wasn't until a year ago, when Eddie kissed you during the middle of a movie night, that you had finally become more.

Tonight, you'd had dinner at Steve's house with the whole gang, seeing as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were all in town for a long weekend from college. The boys had planned a one-off campaign at your shared apartment the following night, and by midnight, you and Eddie were in your home.

Side by side, you brushed your teeth, trying not to laugh as Eddie made faces at you in the mirror. Once in your Queen bed, Eddie's hands began mapping your body, and in a practiced routine that felt like breathing, you let him love you until sleep came for you both.

However, this time, sleep only came for Eddie.

You had tried everything to fall back asleep: counting sheep, listing Metallica songs followed by Black Sabbath, breathing in time with Eddie. Nothing worked. So, as carefully as you could, you crawled out of his hold, placing your pillow closer to Eddie when he started to stir. As his gangly arms wound around the object, you entered your kitchen.

You had been at the table for a while when you heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. Turning your head, you watch as your tall metalhead boy walks into the kitchen naked as a jaybird, cock dangling freely as his hands wipe at his eyes like a little boy.

"What time issit." he mumbles as Eddie comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your hairline. "Why are you still up?"

"Almost 3 a.m. and I tried to go to sleep, but no dice," you say. He nods in understanding before sitting next to you at the table.

"I was having this great dream; you were wearing that black number you wore to our last show at the Hideout? Anyway, you were letting me drag you to the bathroom to do unspeakable things to you when I woke up, and instead of rubbing against my pretty girlfriend, I was humping your pillow. By the way, I'm pretty sure there's a stain, and I'm sorry in advance." You can't help but smile as you dip a carrot into the hummus.

"Didn't want to wake you up. You know how I toss and turn when I can't sleep."

"So there's no reason you're up at almost 3 a.m. eating," he paused as he reached for the container of hummus. "Jalapeno hummus? Holy fuck, you're not pregnant, are you?"

"No, you asshole," you playfully slap Eddie's arm as he tries to play off his terrified expression. "Nice to know how you feel about the topic, though."

"I'm just warning you, we could be on a babymaking schedule to get knocked up; I will still probably freak the fuck out when it does happen, so just a heads up for when we get there."

"Duly noted." you chuckle. Eddie laces his hand into yours and brings them to his lips. You can feel his eyes on you; you know Eddie will give you your space to work out whatever is going on in your brain. But he's also a persistent asshole who won't stop until he finds out why you left him alone in bed. "Does this ever feel too good, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"Us. I mean, we disagree on things, but we never really fight. Being together with you has always just felt scarily easy; I've never had that with other boyfriends." You sigh as you look at your joined hands. "Feels like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know for what."

"Easy, I know what it is," Eddie says as he gives your hand a squeeze. "You're waiting for the other shoe to drop." When you meet his gaze, those cow-brown eyes study you, looking at you with more love than you think you can handle.

"Elaborate, please."

"You and I have always been alike," he begins. "our dating histories are littered with people telling us we were too much. Too loud, too needy, or too whatever. But here's the good part, babe. You will never be too much for me. Ever."

"You mean it?" You're impressed that he could sum up your feelings so succinctly. He grins at you, a beautiful smile spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I mean it. I had to watch you date assholes for ten years; you really think I'm gonna let you go now that I'm lucky enough to call you mine? Not a chance, sweetheart." You reach out a hand and cup his cheek, and you can't help but smile when Eddie leans into your touch.

"Thank you, Eddie."

"No problem; you know, I had resigned myself to loving you from afar a long time ago. Sometimes, when I wake up next to you, I feel like I gotta pinch myself to make sure it's real."

"You're such a cheeseball," you tease. "Why don't you head back to bed? I'm gonna clean up and join you in a minute." You stand from your chair, but Eddie stops you with a tug of your hand. In a flash, you're on his lap. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, although you're in no danger of falling. Edde's grip is secure as he gives you a look you are all too familiar with. You speak his name, and he raises a hand to push the hair from your face.

"You know, it was very mean to leave me in that big bed all by myself," he begins, his hand cupping your cheek. You feel your body warm as his thumb caresses your cheek. "Why don't you let me take you back to bed and help quiet that big brain of yours. Sound good, sweetheart?"

You lean in to kiss your man, his arms wrapping tight around you as he fists your shirt in his hands. When his tongue runs along the seam of your lips, you happily grant him access, tangling your hands in his hair while you slowly start to grind against him. When you feel him hard and warm underneath you, you think you may never want to sleep again.

You both enjoy the kiss, neither of you rushing things. You pull back when you need air, and while Eddie's face is happy, there's something else. You raise an eyebrow as he licks his lips.

"You taste like salsa." You can't help but laugh as you lean forward and bury your nose in his neck. He pulls you closer, hands caressing your back like you're the most precious being in his universe. You can feel his chuckle as your chests press together.

You stay still for a moment to enjoy being surrounded by him. One of the things you loved about being nocturnal was how quiet the world was at almost 3 a.m. You hum contentedly when you feel Eddie's lips against your hair. You close your eyes, wanting to commit this moment, this feeling to memory.

"Alright," Eddie taps you on the ass and breaks the silence. "Let me take you back to bed, alright?" You climb out of his lap and softly kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll go brush my teeth. Why don't you go make sure the bed is warm." Eddie hops up, cock bobbing comically as he begins to do a naked run back to your room.

"I'll keep the home fires burning! If I fall asleep, wake me up with head!"

BONUS: THE NEXT DAY

Dustin: I'm just gonna have a seat here, and we can get started.

Eddie: fair warning, my naked ass has been on that chair.

Dustin: 😳

Dustin: like, recently naked?

Eddie: last night.

Dustin: you're a fucking animal.

Eddie: 😁

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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theoriginalkaminari · 3 months

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Epic fight!

Ftm reader x Shota Aizawa!

Warnings!: frenemys, swearing, reader goes by He/him, ms joke crosses a line and shit, ending is kinda shit, sorry guys.

"Eraserhead? Is that you?" A familiar irritating and hyper voice calls out. Aizawa freezes in his tracks.

No.

Anyone but her. He feels his heart stop in fear, his blood going cold.

You recognize this voice.

Ms Joke, also known as Emi Fukukado, waves to you and Aizawa enthusiastically as she walks up to you, Aizawa and his class, her own class of students trailing behind her.

"Oh, Y/N! You're here too." She forces a smile, looking you up and down.

You force a laugh and fold your arms. "Why wouldn't I be? I am Shota's husband, after all." You say through a fake as hell smile. You grab Shota's waist, pulling him closer to you as you and Emi glare daggers at each other.

"Whats going on?" Ochako whispers to Izuku as the whole class of 1-A watches you and Ms Joke pretend to be friends.

Izuku surprisingly knows whats happening. "Oh! Well, theres a bit of drama going on between the three." He says, beginning his explanation.

"You see, Ms Joke and [Your Hero Name] have been rivals for a while. Mostly because [Your Hero Name] is married to Mr. Aizawa, and also is a very jealous man." Izuku says, doing his best to keep his voice low enough so the three adults don't hear him. "One time, Ms Joke called [Your Hero Name] by his dead name, and he almost killed her." He whispers.

Ochako's eyes widen. "What?!" She exclaims. Mina giggles. "Oh, this is so juicy!" She smiles brightly.

Aizawa begins to feel a bit nervous. You're always absolutely fucking terrifying when you're angry or jealous, and you're making him stand hip to hip with you as you bitch smile at Ms Joke.

"Why doesn't he step in and stop them?" Momo asks out loud to the class. Kaminari snickers. "He probably doesn't wanna sleep on the couch." He says. The class continues to watch you with laser focus.

"Its been so long since we've seen each other!" Ms Joke says with an annoyed smile. "You look..." she gives you a disgusted expression as she looks you up and down.

You laugh, forced and annoyed. "Better than you ever had." You finish for her. "At least I don't look like I just stepped out of the circus." You retort, causing her to glare at you as she forces a smile.

"Haha, your so funny!" She gives you a fake as hell grin. "No, I was going to say you look very feminine today!" She says.

You glare dagger as her as you lean closer, giving her the fakest smile. "Haha! Fuck you." You say through grit teeth.

Aizawa places his hand on your chest, pulling you back towards him. "Thats enough. Lets go, Y/N." He says, dragging you away.

Ms Joke smirks as you walk away. "See ya around, [Dead name]!"

You freeze.

The class freezes.

Aizawa sigh, knowing whats going to happen.

You immediately turn to Ms Joke, a look a fury on your face. Your blood boils. You run towards her, ready to fuck her up.

But sadly, before you can tear her vocal cords out, Aizawa uses his quirk to defuse yours, and holds you back with his scarf.

"Thats enough. His name is Y/N. Please don't make that mistake again." Aizawa says sternly, glaring at Ms Joke as he reels you in, pulling you close. "Excuse us." He says in a deadpanned tone as he walks away with you.

Aizawa drags you into a private place, then lets you punch a wall.

You absolutely fucking destroy that wall.

Afterwards, Aizawa places a hand on his your shoulder and pulls you into a hug. He caresses your hug as you grip his scarf tightly, burrying your face in his shoulder and letting out muffled screams of frustration.

"Listen, don't let her get to you." He says quietly. "Only you can say who you really are." He whispers, kissing your temple. "But to me, you're my husband. My beautiful boy, my prince." Aizawa rubs your back.

"The most perfect boy in the world."

#bnha #mha #shota aizawa x male reader #shota aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x y/n #x male reader #transgender

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milkmissiles · 1 year

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Mha boys when you have a stomach ache

(Because I am currently in excruciating pain lol)

Fluff. Literally just comfort and fluff. A little bit of implied spice.

Character index: denki, bakugou, shouto, kirishima x GN reader

Denki

This bitch would be so dramatic.

He would ask you all the questions.. like for someone who isn't book smart at all he sure does know a shit ton of symptoms.

Please humor him though he just wants to make sure your not dying.

I mean waking up in the middle of the night to see you curled up in a ball, tears rolling down your face, and your entire body tense and shaking is definitely a terrifying site for this poor boy..

But once you convince him you actually are not on deaths door, he will calm down a bit. He's still freaked the fuck out and absolutely has no idea what he's supposed to do but he will try his best.

He will hold you close all night, rubbing small circles into your stomach to distract you, if it's really bad he might give you some little shocks to distract you more.

In the morning, he'll run you a hot bath, helping you get in. But he won't leave you to your bath without saying something like, "Aren't you gonna be lonely in there without me? Y'know I could totally join you~"

He really likes to test his luck...

But once you shoot him a bit of a glare, indicating you are definitely not in the mood with the pain and all. He will leave you to it.

Although you have to admit baths are a lot more boring without him around...

Bakugou

He would somehow find a way to get mad at you?

Like bakugou wakes up to see you like dying on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position, and his first thought is to scold the absolute shit out of you...

"What the hell's up with you? Why are you curled up like that on the floor? You're gonna give yourself a headache if you sleep without head support idiot! Get back on the bed right now you stupid fuck!!"

He literally drags you back into bed by you collar before storming out of the room. He comes back with an advil, a glass of water and a snack and pretty much stuffs your face with them.

"You have a stomach ache, huh? Well, maybe you shouldn't have eaten that piece of toast you dropped on the floor!! I swear if you didn't have me you'd be dead! How stupid do you have to be to get yourself sick like this huh?? Huh?!"

He would say all this while stuffing a pain killer down your throat and force feeding you a granola bar...

"C'mon eat. You can't take advil on an empty stomach dumbass! Get it together you should know this!"

Once he's done scolding you, he'll huff, laying back down on the bed. Positioning himself so he's spooning you. One of his hands on your stomach, the other in-between your thighs. Turning himself into your own personal heat pack.

He'll make sure you get to sleep before he let's himself fall back asleep.

In the morning, he'll make you breakfast, your favorite breakfast in fact. The whole time grumbling about how its your fault he got no sleep last night. Shoving a plate of beautifully cooked food infront of you...

As pissed as he makes you think he is, he really was worried about you.

Shouto

As cold as the people who don't know him think he is. You know him well enough to know he's a huge softy.

He would immediately ask of your ok. Rubbing your back gently. He doesn't even skip a beat when he sees you curled up in child's pose on your shared bed, your breath sharp and unsteady.

Asks you if you need need anything, and when you respond with a sad sounding "sleep," He smiles softly at you. Thinking you look kinda cute like this..

After he gives himself a moment to figure out what you need, he'll go to your medicine cabinet and get you a painkiller. He'll pour you a glass of water and light a sented candle for extra relaxation. He is determined to get you some sleep.

He will pet your hair softly, speaking to you with the gentlest tone.

"Hey, y/n... can you sit up for me, please? I got you a painkiller, but you need to sit up to take it...*

He would help you up, giving you the pill and the water. He would help you lay back down. Cuddling you up to his left side and heating it up a bit to help your muscles relax. And if you start getting too hot, he'll place his right hand on the back of your neck. Cooling you off.

He would keep you at the perfect temperature to sleep. And you would sleep. Surprisingly enough, one of the best sleeps of your entire life.

Kirishima

This poor boy is absolutely lost.

He has zero idea how to help you and is instead left trying to calm you down as you sob into the bed sheets...

(Please, he's so freaked out)

I can see him patting your back like an awkward dad y'know?

He tries to talk you out of it too. Trying to act like he's not scared out of his mind that you're dying or some shit..

"Hey.. hey. You're ok.. you're ok, right? You're fine. Im here. You don't have to cry.. please don't cry.. are you okay??"

He's trying so hard but is so confused. Your talking is almost unintelligible through your tears, but eventually, he hears a soft, "advil..." Through the sobs.

He will fetch you some immediately. It takes him less than a minute before he's back. Advil in hand. A very determined look on his face.

Within like 30 minutes your passed out on his chest again. Sleeping oh so peacefully. He can finally breath, thanking the gods your ok. He was so worried you have no idea. Or I guess you probably do considering how he was fumbling over his words and desperately trying to help you. Now he just runs his hands through your hair, falling asleep in the quiet bliss of your breathing.

He will research the fuck out of this in the morning and make sure he is well prepared for the next incident. After all it is so not manly to not know how to care for your significant other..

#mha #mha denki #mha bakugou #mha kirishima #mha todoroki #mha shoto #denki headcanons #denki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #bakugou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #kirishima headcanon

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thelunarsystemwrites · 2 months

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Lunar's mental health. An update.

TW: bad mental health, EDs, depression, s/h, personal stuff, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, vent, self hate, heavy topics.

Sorry I haven't been posting!!

An update on me.

...Hi, you might know me as Lunar, or, TheLunarSystemWrites! I'm just an artist on here, trying to do things I like.... right?

Well, unfortunately, real life doesn't really... care. It doesn't care if I have friends to talk to, art to make, things I like to do.

I've been exhausted, physically and mentally. I've been busy working a lot in our home. (Painting, building, packing, inside work, cooking, etc) and it's always stressful... we're starting to get a little tight on money.

I've spent majority of my time in my bed. I don't wanna face my family members, so I've hidden away. It's hard to get up every day, and try to find the will to take care of myself.

I also recently relapsed with Bulimia, a disorder that, essentially means I throw up whatever I eat. I've been purging since September 16th, 2022. But I had awhile where I only purged once a day or none, but I'm back at it with full force. So my body doesn't have any energy left. I've also now lost my periods do to it.

I don't sleep well. It's much easier to stay up all night than waste my only free time sleeping. So I have no energy from sleeping well unless I sleep a whole day away, which makes me groggy.

Self harm is also something bothering me too, I'm too tired to do it and yet I keep doing it. Wasting precious spoons on it, I literally can't be clean for a whole year this year, that dream is dead. But, I am a few days clean as I type!

Suicidal and intrusive thoughts have been.... pesky. But I can't just leave my friends, plus I have prizes to make.

But, I'm unmotivated. I can't seem to write or draw anything. All my art is looking... regressed, to me. Everything is repetitive.

I've hated myself now more than ever in my life, I'm in a pretty bad place and I hate how self aware I am.

SPEAKING of regression! I have like, regression block. My brain isn't working with me, isn't regressing unless Involuntary. So my main coping mechanism is.... out of order.

I've been angry at the world, really pissy and moody. Tired, hungry, sad, then happy but not much. Numbness is a huge factor, I'm feeling depressed.

Not to mention, there's drama everywhere I look. This creator gets bullied, that one turns out to be disgusting. People get doxxed over opinions... it's constantly anxiety that I'll be wrongly accused, ridiculed, or abandoned. It's terrifying that people will go at each other's throats. It's exhausting to deal with it and be dragged into drama with problematic people.

Every day has been the same for me for the past 3 years. I'm tired, bored, understimulation controls me.

My friends are my lifeline right now.

I feel uncomfortable in my own body all the time, unsatisfied with my art, everything is essentially falling apart in my life.

Depression, anxiety... not a good mix to wake up disoriented and anxious, then gave zero spoons throughout the day. I'm not in a good home situation right now.

So... I kinda just... haven't been posting, role-playing, answering DMs, answering asks, etc...

I'm burnt out.

I feel like I'm a walking corpse.

Useless even.

I don't feel like myself anymore, I barely have the energy to talk to friends, every little bad things sets me back. I just can't bring myself to really engage much anymore.

So... sorry. I'm sorry, if I wasted your time. Or if this isn't like what you wanted to hear. I'm just not okay anymore, April was the last good month I had this year. APRIL.

I just wanted to update you all, there's a lot of other stuff I didn't share because it's nit important. I swear I'll get to the prizes eventually, I just ain't up to it right now. Might not be for awhile, apologies in advance!!

Hope you guys can understand, I might or might not be back to doing art, who knows. But I'll definitely get things done before that if I ever stopped. It just doesn't bring me joy, I used to hope I'd make an AU people cares about, and I've barely achieved that ^^"

Hope you're all well!! Stay safe, take care!! Remember to hydrate and to try eating if you can, you're spectacular!!!

Daily clicks!! ^^

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mannaima · 2 years

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ok, this is probably WAY too much, but imagine a dark stepdad joel having his way with reader while her mother (his wife) is passed out from drinking next to you both. and he dirty talks her: "aren't you such a naughty little girl. getting fucked like a rag doll while her mama is right next to you. and by her husband, too."

hehhehehehehe. this makes me. tingles.

pre-outbreak! stepdad! joel x fem reader

tw noncon, stepcest, general dirty things..

Joel and your mom liked to go out Friday nights, and you no issue with this, only if they left you alone. You were a good child, a college student living at home, rarely going out let alone going to parties, and you were quiet. Joel had been in your life for little over a year and you just didn't know how to feel about him.

He was a hardworking man, working constantly and coming over any chance he got in order to visit your mom. He said hi to you every time, but your little conversations consisted of him asking about school and you giving plain responses. He wasn't a bad man for your mother, not by a long shot, but there was always something about him that kept you from getting to close to him. Maybe it was the way his gaze always lingered on you while you did the dishes, or how he rubbed your shoulders while you worked on your essays.

You heard the door open, and to your annoyance, you heard your mom's slurred laughter and stumbling. She was drunk, not surprising, but it was a headache and a half dealing with her hangovers every Saturday morning. You walked downstairs, not being able to sleep, and you glanced at the clock which showed it was almost 2 am.

"Is she ok?" You noticed your mom was on the couch now, dead asleep, how had she fallen asleep so quickly?

"S'passed out. Lord knows she loves her martinis." Joel chuckled, but you just gave him a stare and nodded, ready to turn around and head upstairs. That was before he stopped you, and his hand was on your shoulder.

"Lets watch a movie. C'mon." He dragged you to the couch, you could smell the whiskey on his breath, but he seemed only tipsy. You winced as he sat himself next to you, much closer than you wanted him to be. Choosing a dumb action movie, you sunk in the couch, mind lingering on why he wanted to be with you right now.

"You're such a good girl, you know that? I mean I barely see you without a book in your nose, and you never wanna go out." Joel's hand snaked around your thigh while he talk to you, his other arm slinging around you. You nervously chuckled, not knowing how to respond to that.

"You're so beautiful too." You kept your eyes on the screen, too uncomfortable with the whole situation to move your body.

"Thanks." Joel was growing annoyed, too quiet for his liking.

"Got a sexy fuckin' body too."

Your blood chilled at this, brain scrambling to make sense of his words. Was he too drunk? No, his words were clear and his body language wasn't anything like how he was when he was drunk.

But actions speak louder than words.

Joel turned your head to face him, and his lips smashed in yours, his tongue sloppily slipping into your mouth. Eyes wide, staring into his shut eyelids, you tried to push him off of you. But his face and body just pushed closer into you, your fighting becoming useless. His beard tickling your face as his tongue swirled around your mouth. His hand gripped your wrist and pulled it down to his crotch, making you feel his hardened cock. You whimpered at this, trying your best to get your hand back, but his grip was firm. Joel pulled away, staring into your watery eyes.

He moved himself over you, and unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other pushing you back into the couch. You begged him to stop, trying to convince him that you didn't want this, but your cries fell on death ears as his cock was now out. You didn't want to look, but your eyes naturally fell down to see it throbbing with need, and it just terrified you even more. Joel roughly pulled down your sleeping shorts, barely letting them go past your knees and pushing your legs up over your head.

"Pretty fuckin' pussy." He spat down, the spit falling on your pussy, making it twitch at the warm sensation. He spread it around using his tip, and unceremoniously pushed his cock in. You screamed at the feeling, not prepared at all, your dry walls closing around his fat cock. You banged on his chest, begging him to stop, but Joel just pushed further.

"P-please. It hurts." Joel finally filled you with one last thrust and began to pull out once again, intentions set on fucking you as hard as he possibly could. It was agony, the way he began to increase his pace, your face was flushed and cheeks wet with the waterfall of tears you produced. You just looked at him with the saddest eyes you could produced, but all he saw was an angel. You almost forgot that no more than a few feet from you was your passed out mother.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a naughty little slut, being fucked like a little cock sleeve right next to your mama, by her boyfriend no less." You cried and shut your eyes, but Joel bent down, his hips still pushing into your own. He kissed your eyelids, small whispers of how naughty you were, and how he still loved you, even if you were a slut.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller the last of us #dark!joel miller x reader #dark!joel miller #tw noncon #stepdad! joel miller #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #dark! joel miller x reader #tw stepcest

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theallianceofcelestials · 8 months

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If we ever get Old Moon back (which we won't, but oh well), I want both him and New Moon to exist simultaneously. Like, I obviously miss Old Moon, but I don't want him back if that means New Moon would disappear.

But imagine all the silly scenarios if they both existed, and were forced to interact on a daily basis. Like, obviously at first they wouldn't like one another, that's pretty clear in New Moon's case, but just imagine.

For the sake of this post, I am going to refer to Old Moon as Moon, seeing as he was the first with that name, and to New Moon as well... Newmoon. Very creative, I know.

Like, imagine them, just at eachother's throats, trying to strangle the other, and then Sun comes in and suddenly they are in different ends of the Daycare, one at the security desk and the other pretending to have jumped down from the balcony.

Imagine them having this sibling rivalry, competing to spend time together with their favourite person in the whole world: Sunny Boy! Like, they are recording for the channel, and then one comes in and just attacks the other for the right of recording with Sun. Like, suddenly it's just: "Get off of me!" and Moon's then like: "Sorry for that, what were we doing again?" because the one not originally in the recording won, but has no actual idea of what's happening. And the Moon that was knocked down just being tied up in the room behind, screeching profanities.

Newmoon just running up, and grabbing Sun, who was having a converstation with Moon, and just dragging him off with a: "Come on!", while Moon's left flabbergasted (the audacity!).

Imagine Moon just doing all those "Oh noo! The gravity!" sibling stuff, and just falling on Newmoon, while Newmoon's trying to get him off, but the little bastard's using magic to weigh himself down.

Imagine Sun just waking up, walking out of his room, and his two idiotic siblings are just hiding very obvious weponary, but suddenly both of them are just sweetly asking if Sun wants to spend some time with them. Just some good ol' brotherly bonding. Together. Just the two of them. :) Without the loser.

Just imagine Sun's resigned sigh, and just silently leaving while the Moons duke it out, to spend time with Earth and Lunar. And then the Moons look up, and where's Sunny? D:

Them just competing for ✨Best Big Brother Spot✨, because they both wanna look cool in front of Earth and Lunar. Because let's be real, Moon would have adored Earth. (It's kinda canon, if you know the first deleted Earth introduction video)

Harvest (as I mentioned, I call new Bloodmoon this) would have no chance of getting to Sun now, because there's TWO helicopter siblings sitting on his head, making everything lovingly miserable. Like, my guy can never be alone if one's always with him. Especially if they are both competing for his time and attention, seeing as both are unused to someone always wanting to be with Sun.

The shenanigans with Ruin while he was still 100% infected would probably happen differently, cause let's be honest, Moon was a lot more paranoid, than Newmoon is (understandably). Heck, we might still have Spaned and Yargo insread of Spaniard (although I do like him), because Moon would be suspicious of Ruin wanting to shake both hands, and not let Newmoon touch anything without examining his hands first.

Newmoon would also absolutely stand up against Moon, when he acts like a jerk, and call him a twat to his face. While Moon would help redirect Newmoon's anger at himself, so it's them shouting at one another, instead of Newmoon accidentaly shouting at Sun.

Newmoon would probably call Moon out, if he was being a jackass, and Moon would probably also bite back, if Newmoon was acting stupid.

The two of them, sleep deprieved, would also be terrifying. Like, imagine these already insane mfs with even more questionable sanity, just going: "You know what would be a good idea? Flamethrower. That can shoot icecubes. And looks like a videogame controller." and the other (probably Newmoon) going: "Great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" And just this abomination blowing up in their faces. Sun's crying in the corner. Is he crying from laughter? Is he crying in general? Who knows?

And the furry incident. Oh, the furry incident. If it was just Newmoon turning into a furry, Moon would be recording every second. Before family movie nights, he'd just stand up and be like: "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?" and just putting the entire Newmoon turned furry video on. And that's the second he'd get tackled by Newmoon trying to smoher him with a foam block. A laughing Earth and Sun would have to drag him off.

If both turned into furries, Sun would just come in to them having the biggest argument, over who fucked up. Like it'd be the most five year old level argument on the planet. Both would be pointing fingers, because obviously it was the other one that messed up! And Solar would just come in like: "Heey >:)"

My poor guy would be in danger.

Moon would probably atleast attempt to be a bit nicer with Solar, seeing everything. Like, we know that Moon was aware, that Solar was a nice Eclipse, and willingly sent Lunar there alone, so I feel like he'd attempt to act friendly.

But this furry incident, if it happened to them both, would unite them against the greater evil, Solar, in what will essentially turn into a prank war. They'd totally lose.

If it was just Newmoon turned into a furry, then it'd be Moon and Solar teaming up, and essentialy bullying poor Newmoon. All lovingly, of course. Like, poor Newmoon would never be able to forget the one time he got turned into a furry.

Just imagine all the fear from them playing a mannequin game, and both pretending to not be scared. "I'm not scared! You are!" and then both just gasping in insert scared Moon noise. Like imagine them playing that art gallery game from Dread X Collection, they'd both be so fucking afraid. The one not playing would attempt to act all macho, saying he isn't scared, but then panicking just as much as the one playing. Sun would have to be called.

If both were around, Jack's building would have happened a bit differently too. Moon would have wanted to oversee it a bit more, so maybe all those poor dogs would not have ended up in Antarctica. The Creature(tm) would probably still have some kinks that needed to be worked out but, ultimately they'd either be less, or entirely different. Cus, yet again, Moon's paranoid. He'd not trust others' work as much as he trusts his own, so that'd need to be a part of his character journey. To better trust in others.

But just imagine the Solar-Newmoon-Moon Trio. Absolutely unstoppable science nerds. Ruin, if he's still evil, would stand no chance against them. Harvest would be beaten already, torn to pieces. Stitchwraith would have to face these three's combined righteous anger, rabid dog energy, and mad genious. The Creator would find himself with multiple ridiculous weapons aimed his way, all ready to go off, held by trigger happy individuals who run on the animatronic equivalent of caffeine. Eclipse who? You mean this smoldering pile of atoms?

They'd be an unstoppable science trio. And an unstoppable family. Because they'd tease one-another to death, but only THEY can bully the other. And maybe Sun, Lunar, Earth and Solar, but even then they should get ready to pay.

Imagine Moon's reaction to meeting Forkface for the first time. He'd develop a hit and run mentality in miliseconds, then just skedaddle his way outta there. He's maybe not leaving Sun to the wolves, but that's very dependant on how close he is to Forky. He'd totally use Newmoon as a shield. Newmoon's crying.

Newmoon would know better next time Forky appears, and throw Moon into the 'danger'. "Take him, not us!" "Why me?!" "You're the older brother!" and just leave. He'd get out of there as fast as he can. With Sun. Maybe.

It'd be incredibly fun to have this. But it won't happen. Witch is fine, that's what AUs are for!

But I've never before seen anyone putting them into a situation together (coulda missed it). I think their characters would balance eachother out, bring out aspects that weren't seen before.

Moon would take on this more mentor-like role, while Newmoon would be at constant odds with himself and Moon, because he doesn't like Moon as a person. He hates what he sees in Moon, and is afraid of becoming like him.

I think it'd do Newmoon a world of good if he could see that while not in an obvious manner, there is good in Moon. And it'd do Moon good to have someone with more similiar interests to guide, someone who WILL step up to him, someone who will encourage him to do better, to be better.

They are just so silly, and I love them both. :D

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alieinthemorning · 9 months

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For Your Eyes Only [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Pronouns: None

Header: @/kyuu9 on Tumblr

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

On a mundane Monday, the same as any other, Leona found a letter resting on his desk. At first glance, he thought nothing of it. More official affairs, he thought. But then he caught a faint, familiar scent.

Your scent.

Now, he was awake. How the hell did you slip out here without him noticing—

Usually, even the slightest movement from you would rouse him.

“Deep ass sleep…” He said through a yawn.

He decided to completely avoid the fact that he had gotten so comfortable around you that he could truly fall into a deep sleep. Instead, he dragged a hand through his hair, and finally picked up the envelope.

“For Your Eyes Only, huh…”

Two feelings, on extreme opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, flooded him at once.

And honestly?

Both terrified him.

It took him a few minutes of staring and contemplating before he opened it.

My King,

I love you.

I wanted this to be the first thing you read when you woke up.

Just a simple reminder, that you are loved and cherished.

Every day I wake up, I am blessed knowing that I will see you, my love.

And it is the same when I am safely within your arms.

As I hang onto your every word during meetings, I am reassured that you are truly a king fit to rule.

One who cherishes his kingdom, and wants to see it flourish.

One who holds his head high despite the weight of the crown.

One who knows that he is not alone.

If the whole world plans to extinguish your light

They find a need to make you break and cry

Don’t you worry, love, I am right by your side

So, just smile for me; it will be alright

“And as this letter comes to a close, let me remind you:

“I love you, Leona Kingscholar. Now and forever more.

Your Sovereign."

He didn’t hear you come in.

He didn’t feel your presence as you wrapped your arms around his middle, reciting the final lines of the letter.

He didn’t know when he started crying,

or when those cries became outright sobs.

You simply guided him back to bed, and threaded your fingers through his tresses.

Silently reassuring him,

You were there,

You weren’t judging him,

You loved him.

You

Loved

Him.

“…I l-love you too.

So much.”

God, that last line, gets me every time.

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#alie series: forevermore #alie ficlets #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader

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cressidagrey · 3 months

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Glorious Sunrise - Chapter 9

Summary:

So what happens after the mating bond snaps?

Well-meaning interfering family members, deep conversations and nights spent brooding on the roof like some kind of gargoyle…this one has it all.

Warnings:

Nothing really?

(thanks to @cafekitsune for the super pretty dividers!)

“That’s the deed to the Townhouse,” Azriel said drily as Rhys handed him the document.

“Yes,” Rhys agreed easily. “See it as a hand me down. From one brother to another.”

“I am older,” Azriel responded for lack of a better option. Where in the world had that come from? When had Rhys even…

“Or see it as a Mating Gift,” Cassian suggested brightly.

“The last time I checked, we weren’t planning on a Mating ceremony.” Yet, Azriel added mentally. They weren’t planning on that yet…though he was already mentally planning on picking out that ring. The shadows had been scouring jewellery stores throughout Velaris for weeks, dragging him whenever he had a few free minutes to check out one or another. But none had yet held up to his perusal.

“Well, it’s only a question of time,” Cassian said with a roll of his eyes. “You have been in a horrible good mood for weeks.”

He had. And he wasn’t going to apologize for it either. Why should he?

“I highly doubt that Galena wants anything as intricate as you had,” he shot back. He couldn’t for the life of him see Galena want an intricate mating ceremony with dozens of attendants. She hated being stared at.

It wouldn’t surprise Azriel if they ended up in front of Priestess with just the two of them. Something small and quiet.

“You could have something small and intimate…Madja, Cosima and Zoreen for Galena, maybe just the…” Rhys suggested, clearly mentally already planning the whole thing. Azriel had the feeling that if he even thought about letting Rhys do any of this, they were going to show up for family dinner one evening and they would do the same.

Rhys was overcompensating for his own perceived failings as far as Azriel was concerned. Which for him meant that he was throwing everything he had behind Azriel’s and Galena’s relationship in some attempt to atone for what had happened during that Solstice years ago.

It was sweet, Azriel supposed, but it still didn’t help him with the problem at hand.

“Don’t change the topic,” he said drily. “You are trying to gift me a house , Rhys,” he pointed out.

“Well, I am not trying. I am. The deed is already written over to your name.”

One look at the deed agreed with that.

“Why?” Azriel finally asked drily.

“Because you and Galena can’t keep living in her aunt’s attic forever,” Rhys gave back easily. “I think Madja needs to get some sleep one day.”

He raised one eyebrow. “There are runes on Galena’s doorframe. You hear nothing of what is going on in her rooms,” he gave back easily.

“Maybe one day out two decide that you want to give Nyx a few cousins. You need space for that,” Rhys tried next.

“Not for a few years at least,” Azriel responded.

“I want you to have your own home and the townhouse is just two a few doors down from the apothecary…There is no need for Galena to have to face the masses.” Closer to the truth.

“How many people did you make shut up when you took her out for lunch?” Azriel asked quietly. He hadn’t yet…he hadn’t yet taken Galena out for dinner. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he knew that she didn’t want to.

(And to be completely honest, he was terrified of what he would do when anybody started talking about Galena’s scars in his earshot. He would probably happily slaughter dozens of people just so that she could go buy some books in peace.

Granted, there was always the option of glamouring her away…letting her be invisible…but it wasn’t fair to her. It wasn’t fair to her that she needed to hide to make people more comfortable.

None of that was fair.

And there was nothing he could against it.

“Around a dozen, I think,” Rhys answered truthfully with a sigh. “And that was with winnowing right in front of Sevinda’s.”

Cassian sharply pulled in a breath and Azriel couldn’t help but scowl as he looked at his own hands.

“No moral scruples about it?” he asked curiously. He knew that Rhys did not like to use his daemati powers to make people do his bidding.

Rhys stretched his fingers over his desk, seemingly considering it for a moment.

“I have…come to some realisations,” his brother finally admitted quietly. “And I don’t like the mirror that has been held up to my own face.”

“What do you mean?” Cassian asked curiously.

“I mean, that Velaris for us…We are the Court of Dreams. We want to build a better world. But even in this seemingly better world…we have faeries living in our midsts, that can’t even visit a market without being stared at…without being hassled…all of it just because of a quirk of how they look. How is that right?” Rhys asked quietly. “And we have just let that go on.”

“You can’t change the world in one day,” Cassian said carefully.

“No, but we can do something against some of it,” Rhys responded. “We’ll crack down far harsher on Wing clipping than we have before. We’ll need to figure out a way to deal with the Court of Nightmares that is not to just let Keir do whatever he wants in Hewn City…and I want everybody in Velaris to be able to walk the streets without being stared at. And if that means that I need to get into people’s minds to make them better people…well, maybe that’s something I need to do. I have done worse for a lot less,” Rhys explained, rubbing his temples.

“Even I say do it,” Cassian agreed, looking at Azriel.

“The alternative would be me slaughtering everybody that says a single thing about Galena, so I think your version is more humane,” he said drily, making Rhys snort with something.

“I thought we could try the symphony next. Make a night out of it,” Rhys suggested. “Galena could leave the house…we could have a night out that’s not Rita’s.”

“Nesta would love that,” Cassian said brightly.

“Lena would too,” he agreed. He knew that sometimes Galena ached for something more than just her attic filled with books. And he hadn’t yet figured out a way to give her that. But if they could have a night out in the symphony, without anybody staring at her…

He knew that she would treasure every moment in there.

“And the Townhouse is also a selfish choice, because I want you to be safe, and the townhouse is safer than any other house you could buy,” Rhys continued and he sighed.

“Take my money then,” Azriel suggested drily. Rhys smiled at him.

“Then it won’t be a gift.”

“Is there anything I could say to make you reconsider?” Azriel asked.

Rhys shrugged.

“No. You could say thank you, though.”

He had half a mind to disagree and consider who was the more stubborn one of Rhys and him…but…well.

A part of him didn’t want to fight it. It was true. The Townhouse was a safe building in a neighbourhood that Azriel knew like the back of his hand, with all the neighbour's secrets long since found out.

It was safe…it was nice too…more than enough space for Galena and maybe even for a glasshouse in the back for some of the gardening for medicinal herbs she did…Close to her work, no need for her to winnow, and not too far for her to walk, even with her limp and cane.

“Thank you.”

Rhys stared at him like he had grown a second head.

“You aren’t going to argue?” Cassian asked, sounding shocked. He just shrugged.

“I thought you wanted me to agree,” Azriel said, a smile playing around his lips.

“We did. We just thought you weren’t going to without a fight,” Rhys said carefully. “I was ready to just put it in Galena’s name and be done with it…I figured maybe then you wouldn’t protest.”

He just shrugged. “It is safe,” he agreed. “I need her to be safe.”

He knew that both of his brothers would understand that.

“We got you something else, as well,” Cassian said with a grin. Should he be scared?”

“Mostly because your thinking about a ring has become horribly loud over the last few weeks,” Rhys quipped. The tray of rings he suddenly conjured out of thin air made Azriel’s mouth dry. He swallowed.

“I stopped Rhys from picking out any chicken egg-sized gems,” Cassian said as he sat down next to him, leaving Rhys to flank him on the other side.

There were at least two dozen of rings on that black velvet tray, every style he could imagine. Colourful and simple diamonds, silver and gold and black metal…intricate and simple…all of it. Right there in front of him.

The shadows reached out before he could, washing over the rings and immediately making a tidy little pile of diamond rings.

“She said she doesn’t like diamonds,” he explained to Rhys and Cassian with a sigh. “From where did you even get these?” he asked curiously. From where did they get a whole tray of these.

“We want you to be happy. So if we need to rob a jeweller…” Cassian started but Rhys interrupted him with a roll of his eyes.

“We just borrowed them. They’ll be back to where they belong soon enough,” Rhys promised him. “And if you hate them all, we can have one made…”

He didn’t hate them all. And he was amused beyond measure that that his shadows had already pulled one ring from its velvet confines.

It was a simple thing. A black stone, surrounded by yellow gold metal. The stone was inset, so there was nothing anything could snag on…simple and square in design but small enough that it wouldn’t overwhelm tiny Galena.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything more…” Cassian started but he just shook his head.

“Nothing bigger?” Rhys asked curious.

“Not all of us put a massive sapphire on our mate’s hands,” he gave back drily. “Nothing Galena has ever worn has been anything but simple. And this won’t catch on anything.”

Still, that simple little ring burned a hole in his pocket as he went to Galena that evening.

“I want to show you something,” Azriel said quietly, “It’s not far, but we’ll need to walk a little bit.”

Galena looked at him and she grinned.

“A surprise?” she teased him, “Should I be concerned?”

“No,” he promised her, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. “I just want to show you something.”

“Alright,” she agreed. She pulled a heavy cloak over her dress, something that was definitely thick enough to help against the lowering temperatures of Velaris. Winter Solstice was just around the corner and so nobody gave them a second glance as she pulled up the hood and hooked her arm through his.

“It’s not too far,” he promised her, as she leaned onto him as they ambled down the street towards the Townhouse.

It wasn’t. Not even a 5-minute walk.

“So what do you want to show me?” she asked, just as he came to a standstill in front of the house.

“This,” he said, pulling her from the sidewalk, and opening the door.

“You want to show me a house?” Galena asked as she walked up the three steps in front and he nodded.

“Yes,” he agreed, feeling the nervousness pool in his stomach. He didn’t often get nervous. He had that beat out of him centuries ago.

But now he was. Because his mate was looking his, brown-eyed and delicate and lovely.

So lovely.

“Rhys gave it to me,” he explained. He could see the shock registering on her face, could see the surprise follow.

“Rhys gave you a house,” Galena repeated with an unbelieving laugh.

Yeah, he knew how that sounded. “Well, he has a few of them,” Azriel quipped. “Nesta and Cassian were given the House of Wind as a mating gift…now he got it in his head to give us this.”

Galena said nothing as she crossed the doorstep, and walked into the hallway…he could hear every step, the clinking of her cane on the floor as she took in the house…standing still in the middle of the hallway…he came up behind her, hugging her and she leant into his touch. He needed to hold her…he needed to…

“We didn’t have a mating ceremony,” Galena said nearly thoughtfully.

“Do you want one?” he asked, his throat dry, his voice raw…did she…didn’t she…was it…

“A huge thing…no way,” Galena said with a snort. “People staring at me…” She shuddered. “Just us and a priestess…yes. Do you think Clotho would do it? Or maybe Gwyn?” she suggested.

Either. Both. Whatever she wanted.

It was now or never.

“I think they would,” he agreed, pulling out the ring. He slid it over her finger, his own hands shaking at his own daring. “No diamond,” he said softly, as it slipped over her hand…a perfect fit.

He could feel her jolt of surprise…but then she leaned back against him.

“No diamond,” she repeated, her voice hoarse.

“No. Onyx,” he explained, waiting with bated breath for her reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” Galena said quietly, tightening her hand around his. Watching the dark stone sharply contrast with her skin…beautiful.

“Is that a yes?” he asked hesitantly. She craned her head to look at him.

“Of course, it’s a yes," she agreed with him.

The only thing he could do in response was to kiss her.

Gods, he loved her. He loved her when she kissed him back, and when she twined her hands behind his back...and when she tucked her head underneath his chin and he got to hold her, and breath in that perfect scent of peppermint and snow...when he could see that radiant smile on her face and just hold her tighter in response.

"So...you want to show me the rest of that house?"

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[But aren't vampires scary...?] // vampire!König x GN!Reader

cw: blood (obviously!), biting, some injury

[SFW] ; blood (obviously!!), mutual pining (?), human rights violation el oh el, könig has social anxiety, gender neutral, no usage of y/n [A/N] ; was thinking about vamp könig whos actually really awkward and not the cool vampires like in movies... in fact, other vampires would probably assume he was a werewolf with his size.

You had never met a man like him, or more accurately, creature, like him.

He was terrifying, larger than life. His presence took up the whole room. Yet, it was invisible. Almost like he was transparent and you were the only one who could see him.

You met him at a bar. He didn't seem like he fit. Sitting in the corner, sipping on some cheap beer, observing everyone. Very out of place for somewhere like here.

You walked over to him of course. Seems like a guy like him just needs some company right?

Wrong.

It only took a few drinks before he dragged you outside. In some dinky alley, slamming your body against a wall and sinking his pearly white fangs into your neck. Sucking and slurping up your blood eagerly.

Quiet apologies in a subtle accent as he continued drinking and drinking. He gripped your body so tight, you couldn't move a muscle. As he bit deeper, the pain was so excruciating that you felt your consciousness teeter over the edge. One more second, minute, hour, he kept promising you.

By the time he was done, you were so lightheaded you felt like you were going to pass out, if not from the pain it would be from the blood loss. You struggled to even stand, swaying from side to side.

He apologised again.

"I-I am very sorry- It was, I'm starving you see? I'm so sorry-" You cut him off as you fell, leaning onto his body for support.

"Scheiße, did I feed too much?" His trembling hand gently lifted your face up.

You stared at him, half-lidded and woozy. Not good.

He immediately hoisted you up on his back.

"I'll take you to my apartment okay? Is that fine? I mean you don't really have a choice- Ah, you're too out of it to understand anyways."

Before long, you were laying on a couch in some living room you had never seen before. Still lightheaded, but feeling a bit more grounded, you sat up, observing your surroundings.

"König?" You called out his name. Difficult to say yet the more you said it, the more familiar it felt to your tongue.

He immediately appeared in the hallway, holding a warm towel, a mug, and some bandages.

"Ja? Are you alright? I'm so sorry-"

You fell back down again onto the couch. The room spun when you sat up.

"Oh gott..." He rushed over to you, almost dropping the mug and towel he held.

"Ah, it's the blood loss..." He sighed, "I was too excited, sorry."

He looked up at you through his brows as he dressed the bite. How could such a worrisome guy be the one who had you pinned against a wall for blood hours earlier?

"It's... alright." You winced in between words. It was still sore and throbbing even after- how many hours?

"What... time is it...?" You hissed as he cleaned the wound.

"Oh- Well, around two in the morning. Why?"

"It's that late already...?" You threw your head back in exhaustion.

Silence enveloped the two of you until you finally asked what had been on your mind since the alleyway.

"You're a vampire?"

"Ja." He said quietly, now wrapping clean bandages around the teeth marks.

"I thought... vampires were only in movies."

He shook his head, chuckling a little.

"I'm very much real, aren't I?"

You stared at him, squinting in the dark.

"Oh yeah..." you slurred. The alcohol and blood loss made for a deadly combination.

"Get some sleep, and well, I'm sorry, 'bout the uhm- biting." He stammered, pausing between words. He began to stand up.

"Wait-" Your hand shot out, grabbing onto his.

"S-Sorry?" His eyes widened under his balaclava. They were so emotive that it wasn't hard to tell what he was thinking.

The coldness of the room. The silence of the apartment. The darkness of it all. It was so stifling.

"Can you... stay?" You said meekly. Voice cracking from no liquids.

He couldn't speak, stuck looking at your pleading eyes and bandaged neck. After a few seconds which felt like much more, he finally remembered to respond.

"Oh- of course."

Plopping himself back onto the couch, he sat next to you as you leaned onto him.

"Sorry."

Of course, he couldn't help but apologise again.

"It's okay. You said you were... hungry... right?" You looked up at him, he had his eyes fixed on the muted TV in front of the two of you.

"Still- I shouldnt have... I got too... excited. I haven't had fresh blood in m-months.."

"It's alright-"

You paused as you felt something dripping onto your right shoulder.

As you turned, you saw his face. Crazed. Salivating.

"I-I'm sorry it's just- thinking about it makes me..."

"My blood was that tasty?"

You swear you could've seen a small tinge of pink bloom on his face. It may have even reached the tips of his ears.

"No it's not.. I mean- Not yours particularly- I'm just starving..."

You grinned at him.

"I'm not tasty?"

He couldn't bring himself to respond and the sleepiness was returning to you. Vampires are supposed to be scary right? So why are you here, getting all nice and cozy with one? It was going to be a long night for the two of you.

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tysm for reading! :) might expand on this au as well as I alrdy have some ideas for a second chapter !!!

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I CANT. I'm also getting the dinkate vibes off of ghostkate and it's making me a bit feral. Kate making bets on every shot she makes and calls them in even when no one responds she legally owns half of the teams guns. Someone gives her their jacket and the whole team heart eyes at how small and scary she is while she is just >:( she gets hurt on a mission the they all turn into rabid guard dogs and she makes them get her everything. Kate wears ghosts skull mask and talks in an absurd British accent and gruff voice and stands next to him in the same pose and Johnny is like why am I blushing Ghost pretends to be annoyed but is actually fond. Kate watches them train a couple times and then uses their moves against them. Kate sees ghost without a mask once and falls off a building and has to get grappling hooked back up to the roof.

we're gonna get a little nsfw here, yall been warned also oops it became poly!141.

oh my god ohh my goddddddddd kate hustling the 141 i am SCREAMING

like it would only work for real when she first joins up with them because eventually they WILL learn that she does not miss shots. Or she'll make them take bets as a form of caretaking. "If I make this shot you have to go take a nap" "if i don't make this shot i'll do your laundry but if i DO make it you have to tell me what's bothering you"

before that, though. i wanna say she technically owns Price's car, three skull masks, something with the MacTavish tartan, and like two of Gaz's jackets (sometimes more, sometimes less. she steals his jackets. they're in civvies to go do something and he'll say "that's my jacket" and she will lie to his face about it. gets to the point that he just starts putting things in the pockets when she's wearing them, she may as well carry his phone since she's WEARING HIS JACKET). This is also how she got keys to everyone's off-base housing. All of them regret this fact. Soap was coming home from a bar one night with a pretty hot girl and they're running into walls, etc, for some reason they go through the kitchen and the girl shrieks because there's a person??? on the counter????

it's Kate. crouched on the counter, tucked into a little ball. she's....sleeping???? she blinks up at him and informs him he's out of bread before tucking her head back down

The girl doesn't stay. Obviously. And Soap has to figure out why a terrifying pocket-sized sniper is sleeping on his countertop and not Ghost's??? Ghost is BAFFLED by this question. Why is she more likely to be on his countertop than anyone else's. Which is how Soap finds out that Hawkeye and Ghost AREN'T doing the nasty??? (Maybe they are and just lying about it. Either way, Gaz and Soap get a lot flirtier with her. Ghost h888888 it. But also it's kind of cute. He's conflicted)

It also leads to the entire team realizing they have no idea what she does when they all head off base

JOHNNY SEEING HER ACT AND DRESS LIKE GHOST AND BEING LIKE OH NO IS THIS A THING FOR ME. If she wasn't doing the bad accent he would be DEEPLY into it

that night Ghost comes up to her and tells her she can't ever do that again, and he's so serious so she's apologizing, she didn't mean to insult him or hurt his feelings--

which is not the issue at all but kate won't let it go until finally he says something about how he can't be half-hard as he's yelling at recruits!!

now of course she has to find out if it's a mask kink or if it's a his mask kink and Ghost is vehemently denying it's a kink at all (it totally is). Soap gets dragged into this conversation and is like, yeah, this is absolutely a kink. don't worry simon, he totally gets it

widely agreed upon that Hawkeye + Soap is the cutest drunk combo. they will sit across from each other and try to imitate each other's accents. VERY funny when kate has been stressed out and parts of clint's midwestern accent she picked up start to come out (y'all)

(Also widely acknowledged if not spoken about that Kate and Gaz kissing would be very pretty. Am I saying that Price and Soap try and get them a little drunk so they make out? Maybe)

Price keeps track of who she is hanging out with because there are certain combinations that are...inadvisable (he completely ignores his effect on things. The ones in parenthesis are ones he pretends dont exist)

(Price+Ghost+Hawkeye: honestly they just sit and vibe with each other for hours. If they need to get something done Price and Ghost will let Hawkeye body double them for the ADHD. all of them have leadership roles and don't want to make any decisions during their time off so they have a "wheel of activities" that they spin)

Ghost+Hawkeye: never a combo Price worries about. if he can't find them they're probably napping somewhere or at a range shooting something. sometimes they disappear for a few hours and you'll see something on the news about, like, a child abuser getting their hands broken before they were carted off to jail, but that has nothing to do with them

Ghost+Soap+Gaz+Hawkeye: they generally just chill together, decreasing their chances of getting involved in shenanigans. Hawkeye and Gaz will probably wind up in the walls or ceiling at some point. only becomes worrisome if they start discussing conspiracy theories

Ghost+Soap+Hawkeye: now this is a chaotic grouping but it's mostly horny, so there's less to worry about

Hawkeye+Gaz: something is getting set on fire or they're going berry picking, no in between.

(Price+Soap+Hawkeye: Hawkeye and Price butting heads the whole time. Soap thinks it's hilarious. Actively tries to get them to fight, is not sneaky about it. Loves when they figure him out and focus all their attention on him.)

Hawkeye+Gaz+Ghost: if they do anything that's not outdoorsy, it's a whole Thing. The last three times they went out to eat together they uncovered various smuggling rings. It took Ghost an hour to get them to leave the smuggled sloth last time. He got the silent treatment for two days.

(Gaz+Price+Hawkeye: ends in tears most of the time. Either Gaz and Price vs Hawkeye or Hawkeye and Gaz vs Price. If Hawkeye and Price manage to work together Gaz stops functioning. They bark out orders at the same time? Both say he did a good job? Gaz cannot be expected to function under these conditions)

(Price+Gaz+Soap+Hawkeye: terrible choices have been made. someone is getting injured. three of them lowkey trying to impress Price and they don't even realize it. from an outside perspective it seems calm, trust me it's not)

(Price+Hawkeye: Both of them trying to be in charge. whatever they were supposed to get done doesn't happen but they do come up with an apocalypse contingency plan)

Hawkeye+Gaz+Soap: worst possible timeline. something is getting blown up. something has already caught fire. they are accompanied by an animal or have rescued a small child. The Hague is being reconvened. they are dancing on kissinger's grave. it's pandemonium. someone will probably get a medal for it. Get Ghost over there IMMEDIATELY

Nickname drift where when Kate gets irritated at Soap she calls him Mr Clean and he's like "It's SERGEANT Clean to you, lass!"

Kate getting hurt on a mission!!!! the whump i live for. if she gets hurt on a west coast avengers mission, the task force is PISSED AS FUCK. FUCKING. UNACCEPTABLE. BULLSHIT. if you can't take care of her you don't get to have her!!! again, i feel like Price is the most terrifying one, here. The others are all very visibly angry and loud about it, and Price is standing in the back, looking calm as he comes up with five plans to dismantle this team

if she gets hurt on a task force mission....uh the young avengers are PISSED AS FUCK. if you can't take care of her you don't get to have her! no it's not important how we wound up on this secure military base!

Clint is revoking everyone's Hawkeye privileges as they speak

She doesn't even ask them to bring her stuff. They just do it. They have to be forcibly removed from her room. Clint's like, yall cute but I'm in charge. Gets annoyed at Price at some point and turns his hearing aids off. Clint and Ghost getting very territorial and legitimately hissing and growling at each other. Kate is on very strong painkillers and thinks she made that up.

one night Kate hangs out with a different group on base and 141 is like "are we not good enough anymore? what did we do? does she not like us?" hardcore mopery happening. but that's what happens when you refuse to play darts with your hawkeye!!! also, she's probably hustling the other guys. Gaz promises he'll play darts with her. wraps his arms around her waist and gets her pinned to the couch so she has to hang out with them

alternatively, the 141 sees her hanging out with other people when they came TOGETHER for weekend drinks and Ghost goes over to her and picks her up, carrying her back to the 141 table. Not! acceptable behavior!!! but she did kinda like it. tbf if someone tries to hit on one of the task force she's like haha. no (: will sit in laps, play with hair, spill a drink, whatever is needed. just need them to be weird little freaks about each other

Gaz says something about "age before beauty" and she's like WOW fuckin RUDE and that's how they find out she's older than Gaz. Literally none of them caught that.

ugh i am having so many thoughts about this crossover and i accidentally started writing a real fic about it. save me.

#kate bishop #hawkeye #call of duty #simon riley #johnny mactavish #kyle garrick #john price #clint barton #kate bishop x simon riley #so so so many ideas #ghost bird or something #paddling my kayak

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