#i love seeing all the hcs about soap's family but nothing is more real to me than a kind mama mactavish

[thejacketscloset]

The awaited Soap's father post :3

Soap's relationship with his father was the definition of complicated, but he never quite realized that until he was old enough to be enlisting.

He never recognized the issues they had when he was young, all he really remembered was the confusion he felt towards his Father at times. He didn't understand how he could change his moods in moments, go from being furious about dinner not being put away to laughing at his mother in some backhanded way.

It's only in his teens when he starts to understand how wrong it is, how it's not normal to be walking on eggshells around your own father every day. He also comes to a very important realization; His mother deserves so much better than that shitbag. With that realization, his homelife begins to go downhill.

Soap would defend his mother with his life, so when he notices she's the target for his Father's jackassery he begins putting himself between the two. He starts to take the brunt of the jokes made at his expense, and eventually what turns into basically verbal abuse.

And what was once a complicated and unsure relationship becomes a straight up hostile one. Soap loses any respect for the man he once had, let's him know so regularly.

The tip of the iceberg is when the verbal abuse teeters just a bit too far, his father's rage runs a bit too hot, and he dares to lay a hand on Soap.

Soap swings back. A fight breaks out, ending in his Father being kicked out and his mother being overwhelmed with guilt. And Soap? All he feels is shame.

Shame that in the end, he only reflected the same anger that had been turned onto him for years. Shame that he became what he feared of being most in that moment when emotions took over. He had promised himself that he would never be like his father, but with that promise broken Soap wasn't sure how to go forward.

He enlists soon after. The fight wasn't the only reason he did so, but it's a strong driving factor. After the fight his mother went through with a divorce, leaving his family in a tight place for funds. Another reason he enlists.

He sees the guilt his mother still carries, and he cries with her when he tells her the news of his enlistment, but it doesn't change his mind. He apologises to her, for that and a million other reasons. But most of all, he apologizes for forgetting what she taught him about being kind, and for letting that rotten man influence him for too long.

Now, in his family of a task force, Soap decides that enlisting was one of the best things he has ever done. While he still carries guilt of not being there with his mother to help care for his siblings, he knows he would never change his mind about any of this. Through his life he learned how to use his anger, when the best time to channel it is. But most importantly, he learned where his kindness belongs, and that he should never withhold it from the people who care.

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

[muwur]

um!! i want to request a comfort hc/drabble(?) anything !! just 👉👈 can i get hinata n/or tsuki comforting and standing up for their s/o (or friend!) who is non-binary ??

standing up for a non-binary s/o

♡ scenarios ♡ for hinata and tsukishima

gn reader

turned out longer than i intended tHIS IS MY PROBLEM N Y I UPDATE SO SLOW FORGIVE ME FOEFHEFOEFRG but anyway,,,, 2.3k words

a/n: i use primarily they/them as reader’s preferred pronouns in these scenarios, but i wanted to acknowledge that ik some non-binary ppl use other pronouns,  they/he, they/she, or even all pronouns, etc :) reminder to pls be respectful to what people want and use their preferred pronouns!  and pls lmk if i ever offend you bc i don’t want to upset anyone <3

hinata

Just a week ago, you had finally mustered the courage to come out as non-binary to your boyfriend, Hinata. You recalled the rising panic you felt when you were met with silence and the slight widening of his chocolate eyes. However, his initial surprise was quickly replaced with a softness gracing his features. When he gently stroked your cheek and reassured you that nothing would change how he feels about you, you felt your heart melt with relief. You had nothing worry about, after all.

Unfortunately, not everyone could be as accepting as Hinata.

Picking at an array of noodles with a fork, you fixed your sights on the dinner plate before you, trying to ignore a certain gaze threatening to sear your skin. Next to you, Hinata grimaced. Munching on his stir fry and trying to be respectful in front of your family were the only things keeping him from wiping that leer off your aunt’s face. She was blatant in expressing her disapproval, the wrinkles in her face contorting with disgust whenever she so much as looked your way.

After your heart-to-heart with Hinata the other week, you were inspired to come out to your family as well. The news circulated, and though you weren’t expecting everyone to exactly be on board, the reality of disapproval hurt more than you imagined. It was great timing that today happened to be your cousin’s birthday, and you were forced to have dinner with one of your least favorite family members. Luckily, you were allowed to invite Hinata. You couldn’t fathom how your soon-to-be 5-year-old cousin was so kind and polite despite being reared by such a tyrannous mother.  Your earliest memory of your aunt was when she snatched your favorite toy from your toddler hands. You cried as she yelled at both you and your parents for letting you play with such a “gender-inappropriate” toy.

You knew she wouldn’t let you escape tonight without any offhand comments or dirty looks.

A throat cleared. You tensed in your seat. “Y/n? Dear, could you pass me the salt?”

You dared a glance up at the familiar voice. Your eyes locked with your aunt’s menacing ones briefly before you quietly obliged to her request.

“Thank you,” she said dully, taking the shaker. Sprinkling her meal, she continued to speak with nonchalance. “So, I heard you go by ‘they’ now? What’s wrong with he/she, hm? I mean, that is what you are, and that’s the only thing you should go by.”

Silence. Your parents looked at one another in discomfort, unsure how to respond. Your cousin looked back and forth between you and and your aunt curiously, unaware what was happening. A few more seconds passed by. With a shaky breath, you could only stutter out a timid “I-I--” before your mother cautiously piped up. “Aunt *name*, please, it’s your child’s birthday, let’s save this conversation for another ti--”

A scoff interrupted her. “Easy for you to say. You’ve always been so soft on y/n. Neither of you,” she glared accusingly at your parents, “raised her/him right. Now, look what’s happened. She/he’s gone delusional. How could any of you be okay with this and carry on like normal?”

You could feel yourself holding back tears. You wanted to say something against her, to show her you weren’t afraid of her and didn’t care what she thought. To prove that she didn’t know anything about you. That she had no right to be talking to you like this.

Yet you remained frozen in your seat, unable to speak. Inside, your mind went blank, leaving you defenseless against her hateful tirade.

“If she/he were my daughter/son, I’d set things straight immediately. No more outside communication. Who knows what nonsense they’ve been feeding your child? She/he needs to see a specialist to undo whatever brainwashing has occurred and--”

SCREECH.

Hinata stood in front of his seat, which had slid noisily across the floor when he pushed it back. He was silent, his eyes pointed downward and his two palms pressed on the table. All eyes looked at him with shock, if not a tinge of curiosity.

“Stop saying those things as if you knew one thing about y/n and what they’ve had to go through,” he said in a low voice, teeth clenched.

A challenging arch of the brow replaced your aunt’s initial surprise. “Oh, please. What do you know? You’re just a naive kid like y/n. You don’t understand. You know nothing about the real world and you kids go about life as if you can just do anything. You’re selfish.”

“You’re being selfish for refusing to understand a point of view that you’re not used to. How could you live with yourself knowing that you’re making someone you should care about miserable for the rest of their lives? You have no right to speak as though you know y/n. All you care about is your opinion, regardless of whether or not it’s right, and how you look to other people. What’s wrong with letting y/n make their own decisions? Why invalidate them before even giving them the chance to explain and help you understand? You should think about how you’re acting before trying to teach someone else how they should live.”

The air cracked with silent tension. It was too much. Quickly, you got up and dashed to the front door, unlocking it and stepping outside to breathe in the cool evening air. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stumbled off the front porch, increasing the distance between yourself and that dinner table.

Your body jolted with shock when you heard a familiar voice out and felt a pair of arms wrap from behind your frame. Hinata was breathing heavily, his rushed voice laced with worry. “I’m sorry for making a scene in front of your family, y/n, but I couldn’t just sit around and let her say whatever she wanted. You don’t deserve that treatment. I don’t regret anything I told her. And if she’s still bothering you, or anyone else for that matter, you bet I’m gonna be there to stick up for you, no matter what.”

Despite the tears that pricked at your eyes, a small smile formed on your lips. Ditching your family dinner, you spent the rest of the evening together seated in a booth at a nearby fast food restaurant, munching on goodies and sharing lighthearted jokes. That night, you were reminded that it didn’t matter what someone like your aunt thought. Those who did matter were the ones who accepted and cared for you--the real you. In the midst of darkness, you found yourself a radiant being who never failed to brighten your day. You didn’t know what you did to deserve Hinata, but you knew he would be by your side through it all. For that, you were grateful.

tsukishima

After a rough week of nonstop work, food delivery, and 1AM espressos, you were relieved Saturday had finally come. Tsukishima, who had come by your home a few times that week to check up on you(r sanity) and drop off some surprise dinners, nagged you to take better care of yourself and offered to treat you to lunch that weekend (after you promised to get a lot of rest when you were finished). When you beat your deadlines early Friday evening, you nearly cried tears of joy and immediately passed out on your bed to catch up on lost sleep.

Saturday reminded you of the beauty of the outside world, much needed after your long week of confinement. Both sun and clouds gathered in the pale blue sky overhead. Warm sunshine freckled your skin while a gentle breeze cooled your temple. Hand in hand, you walked down the block with Tsukishima towards the farmer’s market. Already you could hear the nearby murmurs of a crowd and smell the savory aroma of freshly cooked food. Your stomach grumbled with enthusiasm as you thought about all the delicious choices waiting to be ordered.

Numerous vendors lined up down the street. Smoke arose from hot grills, carrying the scent of various spices through the air. Workers called out to passing customers, offering them samples of their homemade nut butters or showing off their natural, handmade soaps. With a fascinated glint in your eye, you observed each stand you passed by. From Hawaiian poke, grilled paninis, and tacos, to Thai stir fry, barbecue, and shawarma, the options seemed endless. As much as you loved the variety, it made making a decision even more difficult.

“Tsukkiiii,” you said pleadingly, “I don’t know what I want.”

He sighed. “Well, what’s your appetite in the mood for?”

“No clue, that’s why I’m asking.”

When he shot you an annoyed look, you held your hands up. “Hey, I’ve been using my brain way too much this week. I’m tired of thinking. I’m pretty down for anything, to be honest.”

With a shrug, he suggested trying the ramen from a stand several feet away from you both. You happily agreed and dragged the both of you to stand in line. Looking down at your shirt, you pulled on it slightly and adjusted the pin attached close to your collar. It depicted a cartoon cat with a text bubble that said “they/them” to indicate your preferred pronouns (though, in the note above, ik you may have a different combination of preferred pronouns. feel free to just sub in whatever those are into the pin ^-^ ). You recalled how you heart rushed with excitement when you found it in your mailbox that morning.

“You know, you didn’t have to get this for me,” you told your blonde companion as you admired your gift. Hands in his pockets, he gave you another shrug. “I just thought it suited you. Plus, strangers won’t misgender you, anymore.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, Kei... Thank you, again, really.”

His lips formed into a thin line and he looked off to the side. He muttered a low, “Don’t mention it.” before stepping forward to follow the shortening line. A huff of amusement escaped you in response. You were also taking a step forward when you felt a shove on your left side. Tsukishima caught you mid-stumble, helping you regain your balance and stand upright again. Narrowing his eyes, he looked over at the man who bumped into you. The stranger caught himself from stumbling as well, then scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that young man/woman! I wasn’t looking clearly,” he apologized.

You shook your head in response, offering him a smile. “No worries. I’m glad we’re both okay.”

He was about to laugh in agreement when he noticed the pin attached to your top. His smile vanished and he looked at you quizzically. “Say, what’s that pin you got there?”

“Oh,” you pointed at it. “This? These are my gender pronouns. I go by ‘them/them,’” you announced proudly.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “What does that even mean? ‘They/them’ is plural, so doesn’t it make more sense to just go by he/she?” He paused for a few seconds of thought. Then, it clicked. “Is this that ‘gender identity’ bullshit I’ve been hearing about lately?”

Your enthusiasm quickly dissipated. ‘Oh gosh, please don’t tell me that this person’s--’

“Now missy/boy, I don’t know what’s gotten into all your heads, thinking you can just pick and choose whatever or whoever you want to be. What you were born with is who you are. Why can’t people accept that and have to complicate things? It’s biology. I swear, people are just doing this for attention or a trend or whatever--”

“Ahem,” Tsukishima cleared his throat, interrupting the man’s rant. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and drew you close against himself. “Perhaps the topic is too complex for your tiny mind to comprehend,” he challenged, his voice dripping with collected hostility. “You should stop going on about things you don’t understand; it makes you look even more ignorant. Now, please, stop bothering my partner before you piss me off more.”

The stranger glared up at Tsukishima, then back at you. Deciding it wasn’t worth a fight, the man scoffed and shoved past your boyfriend;s shoulder, then disappeared into the crowd. Behind you, a kid’s wide eyes looked at Tsukishima with awe. “Wow, that was really cool! You really showed him!”

“Tch, it was nothing,” he responded bashfully. “Can’t let assholes get away with whatever they want.”

15 minutes later and you were both settled in a shady area on a grassy field with ramen bowls in your lap. Your eyes were glued to the ground. Tsukishima waved a hand in front of your face with concern.

“Earth to y/n? You good? You’ve been quiet since we encountered that guy earlier.”

You risked looking up into his eyes, unable to control the stream of tears running down your eyes. Surprised, the blonde placed his hands on the sides of your face and started to wipe your tears off with his thumbs. “I-I’m just, r-really grateful that you,” you choked between sobs, “were here with m-me, today. I d-don’t know what I would’ve done if I was alone.”

You let him wrap his arms around you as you buried your face in his shoulder. He nestled his cheek onto the top of your head and ran a gentle hand up and down your spine. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, anymore. I promise.”

Several minutes later, you pulled away, sniffling and rubbing the remaining tears from your eyes with your forearm. He gave your head a small pat.

gRhhrrhGRH.

“Someone sounds hungry.” You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand off your head.

2 minutes into eating, and you asked (suggestively), “Can we eat from the same bowl and see if we end up connecting noodles?”

“N-No, that’s dumb.” 

“Oh, c’monnnnn~ You know you want to, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not!”

a/n: sry about the weird stomach growl effect LMAO

if you coudlnt tell i was hungry writing this n i miss going out to eat foueherhggu

i hope u enjoyed <3 pls lmk if u would like any changes anon or smth different (liks regular hc’s, etc). have a lovely day n i hope you feel better <3 ill fite anyone who makes u feel bad >:(

[keroujack]

what do the boys do when they find their first gray hair? if theyre not a couple yet when they first move in together, whose room do they make Their Bedroom when they get together? what kind of art would they decorate their place with??? (ugh your writing tho, youre cold and i burn fucked me up. I will read ALL YOUR HCS)

(i miss you’re cold (and i burn) every single day so it makes me sO happy to know that you like it ❤️) and now from the bottom up, bc that’s how my brain decided to do this jfdkl;a

- i don’t know a whole lot about formal decorating, but i see their space being super cozy. kinda minimal, by means of like. actual art, but definitely lived in. messy book shelves. cabinets overflowing with mugs. plants near the windows and lots of pictures of them and all the Dweebs on the walls

if anything, i kinda see billy as the type to hang records on a wall somewhere? it’s a cool little touch and it would show off a lot of his personality. he’d hang one or two of steve’s records up, too. even though he’s got shitty music taste. just because he knows steve will bitch at him if he doesn’t

i see steve buying random shit he sees in the windows of antique stores or thrift shops or farmers markets and hanging it somewhere random in the house/apartment without telling billy. waits to see how long it takes until billy realizes there’s a rusty pocket watch hanging from a nail in the hallway, or that they don’t know anyone in the picture (of an 18th century farm family) hanging next to the bookshelf

- *takes a deep breath* BILLY’S ROOM. 

BILLY’S ROOM, BILLY’S ROOM, BILLY’S ROOM

steve loves billy’s bed. a lot. billy’s sheets are warm and soft in a way his have never been. they smell so much like him, too. like his soap, his shampoo, and it makes steve dizzy. makes his heart skip a beat. makes his stomach bottom out like he’s on a rollercoaster

even before they were together, if he was having a bad night, he’d crawl into billy’s bed. would bury his face in one of billy’s pillows and breathe in deep and feel all the tension melt away. would fall asleep and stay asleep all night

it’s one of the ways steve realized he loves billy. like really loves billy, in that way. the fact that he’s never slept so well as he does in billy’s bed, between his soft sheets, surrounded by the smell of him

it only gets better. when things finally do change, and he can bury his face in billy’s neck, his chest, his hair instead of a pillow

- first grey hair? steve pulls it out. without hesitation. without thinking. he’s in his early 40′s and he knows his dad went grey in his 40′s so he’s half been expecting it, but it doesn’t make him hate it any less. doesn’t make him any less nervous, less anxious

he tries to forget about it, doesn’t say anything, tries to go about his day like normal, but it’s obvious that he’s feeling weird about something because he does the dishes right after dinner. billy knows he only does the dishes right after dinner if he’s feeling Off

so billy comes up behind him while he’s standing at the sink. wraps his arms around steve’s middle while steve’s elbow deep in suds and asks what the problem is, but steve just brushes him off, shrugs. it takes a lot of prodding, a couple minutes of billy reaching beneath his shirt to trace over his stomach, a couple more minutes of billy kissing his neck until steve goes all pliant and easy, only admits it when billy says, please

because steve’s not afraid of aging, not in the slightest. he’s afraid that billy’s gonna see him differently. he’s irrationally scared of billy feelings changing just because he’s getting old, but billy spends the rest of the night convincing him that there’s nothing to be afraid of there. billy’s been over the fucking moon for him since they were seventeen and as much as he misses being young, he’s also pretty glad they aren’t anymore. that they get to do whatever the fuck they want because they’re adults now. that they’ve got a real life that they’ve built together. actually sort of loves the fact that they’re getting old and that they’re doing that together

steve spends the rest of the night kissing him stupid. billy doesn’t complain

- billy’s the kind of bastard that stays blond an infuriatingly long amount of time. doesn’t get his first grey until he’s like. 60. steve hates him for it, but he also kinda loves him for it, too. just a little bit

[renniecirque]

More Rennie HCs!!!

how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc? Records, his phone, sometimes his school laptop

do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other? Bath! Rennie is old fashioned and loves taking a soak in a warm tub filled with herbs and calming scents. It’s not uncommon to find him fast asleep in the tub after a long day.

do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided? Down. Though during the summer he clips his bangs up out of his face!

how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed? 2 blankets! One thin one and another that is minky/soft. Rennie is the king of pillows; he has 4. 3 to lay on, one to hold.

what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense? Dreams are strange for Rennie as they aren’t quite nightmares but they can leave him unsettled. He often replays the past in his sleep. 

do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings? Groggy as heck. You’d think he was a different person with how silent and dragging his body-like he is if he has an early morning class. Some say it looks like someone dragged him across the field and left him there with how he looks in the morning. Not at all.

what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing? A cardigan over his old night gown. He also wears night shorts under it. Though he also now has a matching lounge pj set with his friend.

what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne? Rennie either smells like coffee or fresh pine/floral scents. He uses sprays whenever he feels like it but doesn’t make a habit of it. 

what shampoo scent do they like the best and why? Lavender! Anything that reminds him of his home in the forest. Plus it has soothing attributes. 

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs? Bar! He’s quite fond of homemade oatmeal soap. Eh he’s indifferent.

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else? Sleeping with someone else. Back at his home, he used to share a bed with his brother and now currently with his sister in the small cottage. It just feels safe to him.

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep? Cold. Layers are easier to deal with than sweating.

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up? Very much so. Rennie is a big night owl and likes to stay up until dusk before heading to bed. Sadly school makes that more difficult.

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive? NO WAY DFKGKDJ Rennie is used to using brooms or carriage if needed!

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above? N/A. The valley doesn’t really have things like that.

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc? No pets. Though Rennie is quite familiar with the animals that lurk near his home.

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither? Neither.

what are their phobias? do they have any at all? Lightning, war, abandonment issues.

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often? Their loud voice, getting too excited over things and not knowing when to tone it down- not often thankfully.

did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered? Rennie had a fear of how weak humans were when playing went horribly wrong- ultimately adding fuel to an already tense war and causing them to flee their home. I wouldn’t say it was a full conquered fear just… Rennie copes with it better than he used to. Though not in the most friendly way.

do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet? Abandonment issues. Since his brother left, Rennie realized just how quiet the family home is without the one who stood up for him all of this time.

how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc? Biting his lip, twisting his hair, can range from fight to flight depending on the severity. Laughing especially.

do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off? Not terribly short. Setting him off usually involves underestimating him or blocking his way for long periods of time. He also doesn’t stand for weak people getting bullied by fraud mages who think they’re hot shit just because they’re in the brawn dorm.

do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them? Not super easily- though sudden crashes can make him jump. Yelling does put him on edge, especially if it is directed towards him.

what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours? Rennie is very passionate about learning anything and everything about magic! It’s his goal to become a well-rounded magician his mother and father could be proud of. He is also very passionate with his work making clothes for his sister and goods to sell back home. Definitely the history of magic and it’s influence across the world. How each country lives in very different ways involving magic.

what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever? The incident where he hurt a human child on accident. Where his brother risked it all to protect him, even if it meant getting hurt himself on top of severe punishment from the school. How he dropped his birth name because there is terrible magic in knowing one’s true name. He didn’t wish to be controlled by the past anymore.

do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many? No kids, he’s a kid himself. Rennie wouldn’t be Against having a family though it’s hard to gauge. Maybe 1-2 kids??? He does like family.

is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically? Not really… though he wouldn’t complain about being a little taller.

is there something about their personality they want to change? The trickster side of himself he shows for sure. While it can be fun at times, he often uses it as a shield to hide his real feelings.

do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever? Generally Rennie wears whatever is comfortable, though he has an appreciation for certain styles. He at least tries to look presentable.

do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar? To a degree, yes. Though it is more from afar and only within his mind. He only lays light jabs to people and prefers to keep snide comments to himself. No sense picking unnecessary battles.

are they too hard on themselves over the little things? Eh not really! Rennie has a very carefree approach to much of his school life, only getting serious when it comes to his own courses and if others are trying to push him/his friends around. He only gets upset when he fails something he knows he can pull off.

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of? Not very jealous, no. If anything, he’s more envious and resigned to the fact that there are some fae who can live and exist among humans without worry. He’s envious some can survive the strife within the Valley with little issue.

are they possessive over their things? or over other people? Both? Definitely more over people. Those Rennie welcomes into his life are like family and he is not going to let people hurt those he cares about. Not being seen as a dangerous monster by others is all Rennie hoped for.

would they rather be alone or in a relationship? While Rennie feels safer being with other people, I still think he’d rather be alone. I don’t think Rennie would trust someone so openly with his heart as a Fae. Plus relationships with non-fae lead to an endless cycle of heartache.

what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it? They never considered it but nothing is off the table???

do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them? Rennie has his mother and father! For the most part it is very positive. A strict yet loving household, Rennie’s father expects his children to upkeep the family tradition and talent with magic and good schooling. While Rennie’s mother simply wishes for her children to grow well-rounded and respectful. The change in their lifestyle really showed her what really is important and that’s family above influence.

do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them? Rennie has an older brother and his baby sister! He’s the middle baby! Rennie loves his siblings more than anything, especially having a close bond with his brother Brier. Brier tries to distance himself from Rennie now not in a mean way but as a- I’ve protected you for so long and I want you to live and survive on your own way. He can’t always be there, so he needs Rennie to be able to protect and live for himself.

do they have a big family or a small family? no family? A decently big family of 5!

where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? Why? Anywhere outside of the Valley. While Rennie’s home is comforting, the memories of The Valley of Thorns are very raw still and being in a place always on the edge of war exhausts him greatly. Humans and Fae never mix, no matter how hard they try to reconcile the kingdoms.

are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not? Honestly? No. The small hut feels welcoming and warm but Rennie feels he’d feel much better being in another country. Being at NRC for semesters gives him that escape from the reality.

do they like living alone or with another person / other people? Other people for sure!

did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it? Not yet.

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one? Rennie would love to be a teacher for incantations and potions.

if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be? I have no idea kdfjkdfj maybe how people get along? He’d never want wars again.

do they like tv shows or movies? or neither? Rennie doesn’t mind movies, though he really only watches them at school with friends.

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it? Rennie has a Magicame however, he barely knows how to use it.

do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it? Sewing!!! Rennie loves making clothes and blankets in his free time.

where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years? 2 years he hopes to be a great 3rd year student others can look up to. In 5 years he hopes to graduate NRC like his brother and make his family proud. In 10 years he hopes to be working his dream job and training his baby sister in magic alongside his parents.

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Soulmates AU pt 2

Summary:  Inspired by Soulmates au and soulmates au pt 2 hc by @fandom-heaux . An AU in which everyone is born with a smudged birthmark. As you find your mate in life the smudge forms their name when you’ve made an impression on them. In this world Beca doesn’t realize she has any, let alone three.

Author’s Note: I’m gonna try this thing where I post once a week. I say try because…well. Tis I. Queen of zero follow through. I blame @chloes-yellow-cup for dragging me into this fandom and then making fics that have ruined me. RUINED ME. Let me clarify. RUINED ME.

Author’s Note 2: and then I posted way early. Click here for Part 1

 Chloe

It was late and she was tired and sweaty and itchy and she just wanted a hot shower and a cuddle with Aubrey. Chloe turned the key in the lock of her front door and pushed. It didn’t open right away and she groaned. Damnit. It was stuck again. She and Aubrey kept meaning to get someone out to fix it. A handyman or whatever, but Aubrey had been so busy lately at the firm. She was running herself ragged getting ready for a trial. Aubrey was the hardest working junior associate at Hale, Harris and Hoke and it was giving her the edge she needed against the other junior associates. But it was hard. They hardly saw each other these days. Chloe herself was spending most of her days picking up UberEats orders after her shifts at the clinic. Most days, like today, she smelled like a combination of wet dog fur and greasy fast food. Chloe rested her head against the door and sighed. Her hand came up to scratch lightly at her chest with a deep sigh.

She was only doing this side gig because she wanted to take Aubrey on a long weekend away. Just the two of them, so they could reconnect and relax. Chloe jiggled the key in the lock until she heard the scraping as the protesting tumblers fell into place. Thank God. The redhead pushed the door in and stepped into their darkened home. A sigh escaped her and she frowned when she realized that Aubrey wasn’t even home yet. Chloe closed the door behind her, digging her phone out of her jacket pocket as she did. The door bounced open and she jumped, dropping her bags and whirling to see who or what was behind her.

“Bree? Oh my God!”

“Ow! Chloe…are you okay?”

Chloe quickly pulled her soulmate into their tiny condo and shut the door. “Me?? I’m not the one that got a door to the face. Are you okay? I’m so sorry Bree. I didn’t realize you were right behind me.”

Aubrey gave her a tired smile and rubbed her nose lightly. “I’m fine Chlo. I should have said something, I was just in my head. It’s been a long day.” Chloe nodded at that and let her hands slide down Aubrey’s arms to her wrists. She laced their fingers and squeezed. Aubrey’s pale green eyes brightened and she tugged Chloe closer for a kiss. It was sweet and loving and far too short for Chloe’s tastes. “Why do you smell like Chinese food?”

Chloe giggled and scratched her chest idly again as she pulled Aubrey further into the house. She picked up the dropped bag of containers, grateful it all seemed mostly intact. “I picked up something on the way home. I even brought you some cream cheese rangoons.” It wasn’t a lie. After her last pick up came through for Flaming Dragon she decided it would be perfect for dinner. Aubrey took her at face value and nodded with a weary smile. Chloe knew she appreciated the treat even if she was too tired to be excited about it. “C’mon you look beat. Let’s take a shower before we eat and crawl into bed.” She dropped the bags on the counter careful to make sure the contents were okay.

The groan of agreement that Aubrey gave made Chloe tug the blonde toward the master bedroom. “That sounds heavenly. How was work?” It meant something to Chloe that no matter how long or tough her schedule had been the first thing Aubrey always asked her was how her day had gone. Chloe dropped her keys on the dresser, kicked off her shoes and reached out to pull the still pristinely pressed shirt out of Aubrey’s skirt.

“Work was work.” She smiled at her mate as she undid the buttons of her shirt and slid it over her shoulders. It dropped to the floor and she leaned forward to kiss along the taller woman’s collarbone. “We finally got all of Molly’s puppies fostered until adoption.” Her hands trailed over Aubrey’s chest and down her belly loving the soft skin under her fingers. Chloe worked the zipper down the hip of Bree’s skirt and slid it off to land with the discarded shirt. “Someone brought in a fox kit. Looks like she got hit by a car. Dr. Coyle doesn’t think she’ll make it and she’s not socializing well with the dogs. Poor thing has to be isolated or they’ll pick on her.”

The hurt in Chloe’s voice made Aubrey focus past the feel of warm hands on her body. She gave an understanding frown and pulled Chloe in close for long hug. Those types of cases were the hardest for the redhead and she appreciated Aubrey’s support. “I’m sorry Chlo. That sounds horrible. Is there anything you guys can do?”

Chloe tipped her head in thought as Aubrey moved to pull her scrub top up and off. The action made her smile and she wiggled out of her pants. They took care of each other and it was the thing she loved most about them. “She needed surgical repair for her back leg. I think she’ll make it but without a family or any bonds she’s just going to wither through her recovery. Pretty sure she was bred for domestication. She has no social skills whatsoever and… ” It took Chloe a second to realize that Aubrey had stopped moving, had stopped speaking. Maybe even breathing. “Bree?” Nothing. No response. Chloe felt her heart racing and she reached out to her mate. “Wha…”

“Who is Beca?”

Beca? Chloe blinked in confusion then looked to where Aubrey’s gaze seemed frozen. The marks over her heart seemed so foreign now. Before it was just one name and two smudges but now…Chloe swallowed as she traced the second name. Her stunned eyes raised to her mate just in time to see a flicker in their jade depths. A flicker that was quickly hidden but Chloe had seen it. And she knew. She knew what Aubrey was doing. “I honestly don’t know Aubrey. I swear.”

There was silence then Aubrey pulled Chloe against her body for a long lingering kiss. It was soft and meant to be reassuring but Chloe could feel something deeper in it. “Well, you definitely left an impression on her.” It wasn’t cold or mean but it was weighted. Careful. “Let’s just shower and we can try and figure out how to track her down over dinner.”

Chloe didn’t argue it as they stripped out of the rest of their clothes and padded to the shower. She wanted to find her second mate. And her third. She wanted them to know Aubrey because she had a sneaking suspicion they would all be fast friends. But Aubrey thought that having more than one mark meant having to lose your mate before you got another. Chloe didn’t even know how to argue that with her. It wasn’t as if they knew anyone else besides each other with more than one mark. Really they had no reference for what would happen in this situation, and while they had talked about the what ifs of another mark becoming clearer they maybe hadn’t talked about it enough. The warm spray of the water was amazing. It soothed the already tense muscles of her shoulders and back. Chlo pulled her mate closer under the water and nosed her way to the crook of Aubrey’s neck. “I’m not giving you up Aubrey. I’m never going to give you up. You know that right?”

There was a quiet sound above her that she couldn’t decipher. It could have been an agreement or just a sound to placate her in the moment. Chloe wasn’t sure but she didn’t know how else to reassure Aubrey that she wasn’t going anywhere. Bree’s arms were warm around her as they held each other, both unsure what to say just then. She sighed softly and picked up the loofah sponge realizing that words were failing her and she needed Aubrey to know so much more than she could even explain. She needed her mate to know she loved her endlessly, that they were a team, that they would always be team Chaubrey. Chloe added the soap and started slowly washing the strains of Aubrey’s day away.

Aubrey’s body relaxed a little more with every touch, turning to let Chloe work the loofah over her shoulders and down her back. When Chloe had gotten Aubrey’s back lathered she leaned into it, choosing to bring the loofah around to Bree’s belly and up over her breasts. Her hands lingered there, fingertips brushing lightly over nipples gone hard from her gentle touches. Chloe smiled against the skin of Aubrey’s neck and pulled back reluctantly. Aubrey turned to rinse and Chloe brought the loofah down to her mate’s wrist to wash the make-up off it. As usual, Aubrey didn’t look. She never looked whenever her marks were revealed. Just under Chloe’s name two other smudges stood out darkly. She knew Aubrey had tried to rid herself of the other two. Laser surgery, derm-abrasion, plastic surgery…everything. She wished Aubrey wouldn’t be so ashamed of them but her mate didn’t take comfort in the marks the same way that she did. For Aubrey, Chloe was all that was necessary in her heart. Chloe understood why, they’d been together forever and if she didn’t have her other marks she probably wouldn’t even know something was missing in her life.

It had all seemed so distant and far away, the thought of having another person to fill her heart seemed like so much fairytale. But now it was suddenly too real and too close. Chloe realized they hadn’t been prepared for this. Not really.

“Au…”

“Chlo…” Aubrey smiled at her and she gave a slight nod to let her mate start. “Chloe…I love you. I know you love me too. That’s not even a question.” There was that flicker of something again in Aubrey’s eyes that broke Chloe’s heart and made her press in closer against Bree’s body as if that would chase away the shadow over them. “I just want you to know that whatever happens next we’ll work through it. However we have to. I…”

Aubrey’s words trailed off unspoken as Chloe kissed her with all the love that filled her heart. Bree responded with hesitation and Chloe hated it. She pulled Aubrey closer, lips and teeth nibbling hungrily and she didn’t stop until Aubrey really kissed her back. Chloe pulled back and rested their foreheads together. “Aubrey I have loved you since the second grade when you punched Bumper Allen for throwing a rock at me and calling me ginger devil’s spawn. And I’m gonna love you until my last breath. You’re mine and I’m yours.” Regardless of anyone else they were destined to love. Chloe’s fingers stroked over the mark on Aubrey’s wrist. “I was here first.” Her smile softened and she raised Aubrey’s hand to the marks on her own chest. “You were here first, Bree.”

Aubrey’s lip curled a little at the memory and she leaned in and brushed soft lips over the scar on Chloe’s forehead. “That little dick lick deserved it.” Chloe’s name had been etched on her wrist since they were eight. They were supposed to be together no matter what. It wasn’t totally fine, Chloe could see that, but it was better. Aubrey let her body melt into her mate’s, some of the worry and tension in her muscles melting away. “Are you sure you want to be a vet? You’re a natural debater. You could be an amazing lawyer.”

“Nah, my job is way more fun. I get to pet soft kitties all day. Wait. No. That seems…You know what I mean!” Aubrey’s laugh was music to her ears. Chloe’s smile widened at the tiny snort that escaped in the middle of Bree’s giggle fit. They were going to be okay. She knew it, she just had to convince Aubrey of it too. “I love you Bree.”

Aubrey let her laughter die down but her smile didn’t fade. She had Chloe and Chloe had her. They would manage this the way they did everything else. Together. “I love you too Chloe. More than I even know how to say.”

“Oh. Well if you don’t have the words maybe….you could show me?” Chloe’s laugh bounced off the tile walls as Aubrey rushed her, pressing them against the cool wall. The Universe or whatever omnipotent being was out there didn’t make mistakes, she was sure of it. Just like she was sure everything would work out just the way it was supposed to. She just had to figure out who the heck Beca was. Tomorrow it would drive her nuts, not knowing where she had run into her mystery mate but tonight, with Aubrey’s warm hand between her legs she just couldn’t bring herself to worry about it. Tonight they had each other and that was all Chloe needed to be happy.