#i wont get into it because that’s another ordeal for another time

[osshisan]

people who can just eat anything they want and not suffer in the physical and mental consequences: what’s that like

[thestarsarebrightertonight]

thats that me espresso!! // theodore nott x fem reader

playlist: espresso - sabrina carpenter

summary : theodore nott hasnt slept in days, and it was for one reason only. (or one person)

fluff , hufflepuff reader , y/n , short

lucky girl syndrome!! (another theo fic) masterlist

rubbing his eyes wearily , theodore nott poked at his breakfast , feeling the eyes of concerened friends burning into him.

"what?" he asked blankly finally looking up at his friends.

"theo is something wrong?" lorenzo asked with genuine concern snaking through his face and tone.

"yes something- no someone is wrong!" theodore said angrily as he dropped his fork , "i have not slept well for days!"

"why?" draco asked , not really that bothered by theodores insomnia , just wanting to get the tired vibe out of the friendgroup.

"because..beacause!" he started before pausing each time , finally sighing and saying in a hushed voice ,"her!"

his whisper shout and eyes staring into the distance made the whole friend group follow his eyeline , landing on a hufflepuff girl talking to her friends , y/n.

"stop staring!" he said loudly making the whole group turn back to him , drawing their eyes away from the girl , eventhough theodore himself didnt look away.

"y/n? what has she done?" lorenzo asked , confused why his hufflepuff friend would be causing theodore struggle.

"great , of course youre on a first name basis with her!" theodore seethed in jealousy finally tearing his eyes away from your smiling face , "shes not really....done anything.. God i dont know shes like an espresso , i cant look at her without getting a burst of energy! and i cant stop thinking about her its keeping me up all fucking night!!"

the group watched as theodore ranted , exchanging knowing looks before pansy decided to speak up , "theodore dont get angry with that poor girl , its not her fault you like her!"

"how could i ever get angry with her," theodore muttered and stopped talking , until matteos laugh filled the short silence , "what are you laughing at dickhead!" theodore snapped , assuming matteo was laughing at him.

"oh nothing im just laughing at diggory trying to chat up your girl," matteo smirked watching everyone frantically look back to the hufflepuff girl , only to see that she was still sat and talking with her friends , cedric no where to be seen.

theodore , who had stood up in a panic smacked matteo on the back of the head and angrily snapped at the laughing boy, "shut up man not funny."

"sorry , sorry youre really gulible ," matteo laughed to himself , draco smirking at the two.

"i shoudlve never told you lot ," theodore grumbled himself , going back to poking his food.

"dont be like that theo , just a bit of fun , " blaise smirked as theodore threw him an angry look.

"no but seriously theodore , you cant let yourself be exhausted because of a girl" pansy said.

"shes not just a girl , shes nice and funny and beautiful and!-... im pathetic," theo sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his curls.

"im done with all this sappy , annoying shit , go ask her to hogsmeade or ill do it. and trust me i wont rest until she falls in love with me, " draco warned , attempting at making his friend confess.

"DONT!" theodore shouted at him , immediatly letting embrassment sink in as everyone , including you, turned to look at him, "ill....do it"

lorenzo and pansy spoke words of encouragment as the petrified boy rose from the table , draco , matteo and blaise forgetting the whole ordeal and discussing quidditch instead.

once theodore was far enough from the table pansy turned to enzo , "why is that the most emotion ive ever seen out of him in our whole lifelong friendship?"

"dunno , hufflepuffs are really effective i guess," enzo shrugged before they both skipped to another conversation and started eating again.

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theodore walked towards your table with a confident stride , stopping behind you and sliding in next to you on the bench , close enough to the point that your bodies were pressed togther. as you jumped in suprise theo gave you a flirty smile and stared you dead in the eye.

"hi theodore , can i help you?" you asked wearily , glancing away from him and at your confused friends for a split second.

"yes, you can ," thedore smirked , "how about hogsmeade , this weekend , you and me?"

you physically paused as your mouth hung open , this was the second time you had ever talked to theodore nott and he was suddenly asking you out??!

"oh um....yeah - yeah sure id love to" you gave him a smile , a little cautious and very much confused.

"great , see you then beautiful ,"he winked, planting a kiss on your cheek before slipping out of the bench and confidently walking back to the slytherin table.

you looked at your friends with deep confusion, before going on to watch theo walk away , whilst your friends yapped about how hot he is.

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"so how was it?" pansy asked theodore as he sat down.

he quickly dropped his confident , cool face and let a wide grin bless his features , "perfect!!! she said yes! i walked up and acted real calm and collected ,and she didnt know i was nervous at all!!"

pansy and lorenzo smiled at him as the other boys just ignored him , uninterested. "thats great theo! so are you gonna be able to sleep now?" enzo laughed.

"like a baby." theodore grinned.

[oikasugayama]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARTS 4 AND 5 CANCELED!!!😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 I want CHUUUYYYAAAA GGRRRRRRRRRR ARFFFFFFRUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF RUFFFFF ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (plz consider changing you mind)😁

PFFFFT I will write Chuuya just for you because this made me laugh really hard. Apparently barking at me is a successful tactic lmfaoooo

He fucks you when you're stuck -- Chuuya edition

You're on an infiltration mission with your PM squad. You're all made to blend in with another group to seem like regulars as you start to get closer to your target.

This leads to you picking up yoga purely to be in the same class as your target's partner. You make sure to lay your yoga mat close enough to hers so you could hear if she ever talked about your target (she didn't)

You and several other PM members share a hotel suite. You and two others share one bedroom while another two people sleep in another room.

Chuuya is one of your roommates.

Your group is gone, out either getting lunch or working or something you don't know don't care. You got a new pair of athletic leggings to wear to yoga and you were trying them on in your room with the door open bc no one else was there. right?

Well the leggings are TIGHT even though they're your usual size the fabric is soooo tight and focused on compression that you can baaaarely get into them. It takes you a long time and a genuine LOT of focus to pull them up your legs, over you knees, holy shit your thighs are a struggle, YOUR ASS IS A FUCKING PAIN TO GET INTO THESE GOT DAMN LEGGINGS but you're so fucking determined you will NOT accept failure at this point.

You finally get them up over your hips and around your waist and decide... you fucking hate them. they're ugly and they're too hard to put on, you're deadass standing there panting and with a little bit of sweat on your forehead. it was so damn hard to get into these stupid leggings.

At the exact moment that you push the waistband down, someone walks in the room behind you and closes the door. you're so startled that you fall forward, leggings still stuck on your thighs with the waistband holding your knees together.

"well, well, well," chuuya says, saunting over as you turn over so your ass isn't in the air.

you try to cover yourself, you try to kick at him, but he chuckles and eaaaaasily strong-arms you. he pushes your legs back, puts the waistband of your leggings behind your head, and fuck, now you're stuck bent in half on the floor with chuuya kneeling in front of you.

"What the fuck????" you ask, trying to lean your head down far enough to get the leggings to unhook from your head but they wont, they're too stuck on your legs, too stuck around your head.

"you were giving me a show and you think i'm not gonna get a front row seat?" he asks, running his hands along the back of your thighs, slowly letting his thumbs get closer to your panties.

"what the fuck are you talking about??"

"wiggling into these damn pants, showing your ass off in the mirror, then bending straight over. i've been sitting on the couch the whole time, the fuck you think i was gonna look at?"

"i didn't know you were there!!"

"bullshit. i know you've been making eyes at me. this was all part of your plan, huh?" by now he's rubbing you through your underwear and you're clenching, twitching, trying to squirm away from him despite how your body warms up subconsciously to the touching.

"Chuuya, I didn't know you were there!!! I was not doing anything" you don't sound convincing even to your own ears, something about trying to be sincere with him right now sounds like a script from a badly written porno.

chuuya's fingers sliding under your panties and into your vagina really emphasize the "badly written porno" feel to this whole ordeal.

"oh no? then you just danced your little ass around and bent over for no reason huh? and you've not been flirting with me and sitting next to me and laughing at my jokes, huh?"

"that doesn't-- ahh-- that doesn't mean anything" you try to insist as he fingers you. he smirks when your voice breaks.

"no? then sounds like you need to be punished for working me up. making me think you liked me."

"p-punished?"

"gonna fuck you so good," he says, adding a second finger to your pussy and using his thumb to brush your clit. "you're gonna beg for this cock and say 'sorry daddy' for leading me on."

[luvrxbunny]

fame

pairing: ex-bf!Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie makes a grave mistake.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, insecurity, 'do i wanna know' (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 3.6k

a/n: a few things! Id suggest listening to the song before and/or after you read the fic! I wouldn’t suggest during because obviously it wont be on tempo. this can either be modern!Eddie or we can just pretend that “Do I Wanna Know” came out back in 1980. also idk anything abt instruments so shut up if i messed up anywhere— this is one of the worst ones ive written im sorry i just wanted to post

You and Eddie were happy. You guys got to see each other all the time since you became the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. The band supported you two going public endlessly due to the amazing on-stage chemistry you both brought to the shows. The more touchy, and lovey you guys were, the more people would come to the next show. But with this new, larger crowd came a new wave of women wanting to sleep with the hot lead guitarist, Eddie. 

You had no problem with it before. You know he wasn’t very popular in high school and it took you months to convince him that you honestly found him attractive, that you weren’t playing some practical joke, or just trying to bait him into embarrassing himself. So you were pretty happy to see all the attention he was getting, the attention he deserved. You could see his confidence rising, he would smile at the crowd more, play more impressive riffs and you’d get to watch his chest puff up in pride as the crowd uproars for him. 

But as he got more attention from the crowd, his attention was on you much less.

After shows, instead of hanging back with the rest of the band and relaxing backstage, he’d be out in front “entertaining the crowd” as he lovingly put it. It bothered you a bit because this is where you and Eddie got most of your quality time from but you would never take his little fanbase away from him so of course you never said anything. But there was this one week, gig after gig after gig. 

You got no love from Eddie on stage and assumed it was because he was too tired to put on such a show. He wasn't too tired for his guitar riffs, but you let it slide. It’s Eddie he’ll make it up to you backstage, or later than that if necessary. 

Then came time to head backstage, and Eddie didn't follow. You decided to let that slide too. He needs this interaction with his fans! He needs and craves that connection to people who are similar to him, maybe he’ll make some more friends around his age! You’d never want to do anything to stunt that. 

But three hours later, you Jeff, Gareth, and Doug aren’t in a forgiving mood anymore. You’d all joked about how once Eddie got a taste of fame he’d just leave you all behind but it’s starting to feel like less of a joke and more of a reality. 

You guys drink and complain, roll up, smoke, complain, and down a few more drinks before you all decide to take a stand. It’s a half-joke, that you’re all going to head out to the front and demand that Eddie come backstage to spend time with his band, with his girlfriend at least. The boys talk about inviting some girls backstage with them to make a party out of the whole ordeal but all those thoughts are gone and replaced with sober, solemn ones at the sight of what's happening at the front of the bar. 

Eddie’s sitting on a barstool, leaning back against the bar like he’s some god, he has his arms spread wide, resting on the bar and surrounded by women. Most of them are taking unpermitted selfies with him— not that he minds, but three women are draping themselves over him. One is at his side, sitting in a seat and resting her head on his bicep as she rambles to him and he’s listening.. intently. There’s another who’s on his other side, stroking and running her fingers through his hair, complimenting his curls, the ones you taught him to take care of. The third woman is standing between his spread legs, leaning over so that her cleavage is perfectly in his face under the guise of looking at and complimenting his necklaces. 

The smile on his face is one you’ve been missing, one you’ve been seeing less and less due to the stress of booking gigs but there it is… beaming for another girl.

Your heart stops when Eddie finally notices you guys standing on the other side of the room. You feel as though it’s about to jump out of your body and crash through the ground. Eddie pulls his arms in and pushes the girl between his legs away from him with a wide smile. “Oh. Hey, baby!” 

He’s getting up, explaining himself, and walking towards you all at once but you can’t even process what you’ve seen yet, let alone hear his bullshit explanation so you walk away. 

You turn and head backstage, already planning on packing your things and leaving. You’ll have to call an Uber because there is absolutely no way you’ll ride in the same van as him. You’re shoving your weed and rolling tray into your backpack when your head clears enough for you to listen to your surroundings again. 

You can hear Gareth and Doug scolding the girls, making them leave. You can also hear quick, sharp footsteps heading your way. Your breathing jumps and tears spring to your eyes, ones you quickly squeeze out and wipe away before Eddie comes through the door. 

You don’t look up at him, you just keep collecting your things and internally make a note to yourself not to leave your things scattered across an entire room. 

“Babe? Wait. Wait, wait you have to listen to me first.” You hold back a laugh and settle for a scoff at his statement. 

“I don't have to do anything, Ed.” His heart stops. You’ve only called him Ed once before; it was the biggest and only fight the two of you have ever had. His hands start trembling at their sides and his heart is beating roughly, rushing blood in his ears. He’s stunned to silence, watching you gather your things in a rush. 

You look around for your phone charger and spot it by the doorway, on a chair next to where Eddie is standing. He notices your gaze and quickly grabs the charger, holding it to his chest. “Listen.”

Your eyes slowly raise to meet his. He looks scared and desperate. You give him a chance. 

You put your bag down and lean against the back of the couch, staring at him and waiting for what you’re supposed to be listening to but he seems stumped. 

He didn’t have a plan or know what to say, he just needed you to stop. He tries to piece together a speech but his train of thought is disrupted by a disappointed sigh from you. “Look, Ed—”

He finally finds words. “Please don’t call me that.” His voice is strained, and you almost feel bad. 

“Why? It’s the title you deserve right now. You’re not my Eddie so I’m not going to address you like you are.” You start walking towards him, tears bubbling in your eyes despite the screaming in your head not to cry. 

“You sat there while those women laid themselves all over you, while the rest of your band, and your girlfriend sat backstage and waited for you. I’m your girlfriend. Do you realize how fucked up that is? You had me waiting and waiting for you, thinking you were just interacting with fans…” You think about how easily he fooled you. 

“I’m an idiot, huh?” You trail off, lost in your thoughts of despair. You’d always been so cautious of men, of giving your feelings, always keeping your guard up so you don’t get hurt, and the one time you decide to bring them down. 

“Okay! I’m fucked up for making you wait, I know that. I- I didn’t realize how long it’d been. I’ve been drinking a-and--” 

You cut him off. “Oh, you were drinking with them too! That’s great, Ed. Just the info I need.”

He sighs defeatedly. “I- It- But they don’t mean anything to me. They don’t! Why does it matter that I was drinking with them? It’s not like I was gonna do anything, baby. You know that.” He steps in your direction but you back away and wrap your arms around yourself. 

It breaks his fucking heart. 

“I don’t know that though, do I? Because never in a million years would I have ever thought that Eddie Munson, my boyfriend, would leave me waiting because he was entertaining other women. Do you understand? How- How nerve-wracking and shocking it was to see you out there like that?” 

You take another shaking breath as you avert your gaze from his, tears spilling from your eyes. “The worst part is that- that I believed you when you said you just wanted to interact with fans. I really— God I was even happy for you. I trusted you, Eddie. Co-Completely. You know how big that is for me and you manipulated it.”

He’s rushing towards you now, dropping your charger and taking your hands in his. “No. No, listen, I- I didn’t realize, I didn’t know it- Baby, I thought it wouldn't matter, I thought you wouldn’t care because I’m yours. We’re together so why does it matter? I- I won’t date them, I won’t fuck them, I don’t love them, baby. I love you.”

You sigh and look down at your feet, unable to watch as his eyes fill with tears. 

You wish he hadn’t said that. The first time you get to hear the words ‘I love you’ coming from his lips and it’s in a setting like this..

“Okay. I believe you, Ed, but… You broke my trust, you technically ch- cheated.” His eyes widen almost comically and as his mouth starts to shape the word ‘No’ you cut him off again. “You say you didn’t but just because you weren’t going to have sex with them doesn’t mean that you should let them all over you like that!” 

Your anger bubbles up again and you finish packing, grabbing your charger and throwing your bag over your shoulder. “You’re not that stupid, Ed. You know what you did was wrong otherwise you wouldn’t have pushed those girls off you when I showed up.” You turn to leave the room but you’re compelled to ask him one more question. 

“Did you how this makes me look? You’re supposed to be mine yet there are girls all over you. It looks like I can’t satisfy you, like I’m not enough. And you know I have shit with what. Or it looks like I’m a fucking idiot letting my boyfriend get felt up by fucking groupies while I’m in the back, none the fucking wiser.” 

His tears are spilling now, one currently streaming dramatically down his cheek. “But we- Like we don’t— You don’t have to leave me. We- I’ll be better. I love you, I don't love them I just.. I’ve never gotten attention like that.. I- I just wanted to know what it felt like.” 

You know he’s trying to get through to you, that he’s trying to explain away and excuse what he did but he’s just hurting you further. Why wasn’t my attention enough? 

“Yeah no, I figured that and um… Ed, I think we should take some time apart.” All you get from him is a badly veiled sob. 

“You can flirt around all you want and… and we’ll see if we still have anything between us by the end of it.”

It’s been a little over a month now. 

He called off band practice until further notice. 

You miss him. 

You took the first week apart to come to terms with what you had just done. It was a smart move. You’re not stable enough to let Eddie flirt around with your trust, especially since it had started behind your back. This way was better. You could take some time to yourself while Eddie does whatever he wants. You decided he could come back whenever he was ready, as long as he didn’t do anything with anyone. 

You meant what you said when you left him but you started regretting it after seeing the obvious dip in Eddie’s happiness. You’d see him in school with his head perpetually down. He doesn’t interact with you at all, he doesn't look at you on campus, he sits on the opposite side of the classroom for any class the two of you have together, and makes it a point to never turn in your direction. 

You truly wanted him to relish in the fame without any guilt on your part. You figured it’d hurt you but you wanted Eddie to be able to experience the popularity he never had before. He was supposed to take his newfound freedom and spread his wings however he wished but instead he just wallowed in what he had lost. 

You hoped he’d come to you in the third week, let you know he doesn’t want he freedom you’ve granted him and he’d beg for you back. But it never happened. You thought about going to him, letting him know that you can see him struggling and you forgive him and you guys can get back together like nothing happened. But your pride couldn’t let you. He hurt you and now he’s hurting, it's fair but you shouldn’t have to be the one to concede. 

After the fourth week, you realized your mistake. You should’ve known Eddie would never have the confidence to come back to you, to ask you for another chance, to ask you to forgive and forget his past crimes. You should’ve given him a set timeframe, you should’ve told him he was free to come back when he was ready. 

In the fifth week, Gareth called a meeting. He’d had enough of the missed practices and awkwardness amongst the band. You all responded to his email in agreement. Except Eddie. 

You thought about going over to his house before practice, just to see if he was planning on showing up, to see if he was okay. But you didn’t.

You were actually quite happy to catch up with the others. You joke about how badly all your skills have diminished without a month of practice. Doug jokes about how he mostly misses the DnD nights. As if on cue, Eddie walks in. 

He’s silent and his hair is a mess, obviously not taken care of and it breaks your heart. The room falls sadly silent as Eddie unpacks his guitar and takes a seat. You feel the tension in the room suffocating you and before you can think the action through you spit out a quiet. “Jesus, Eddie.”

The boys laugh beside you and you roll your eyes before making your way over to him. Eddie looks star-struck, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide as he stares up at you, admiring the olive branch you’re extending. 

You take in his bloodshot eyes— high, and his dark circles. Your heart clenches in your chest, recalling the various late-night calls with Eddie as he complains about his insomnia, and how he would wish you were there to soothe him.

You stand beside his chair, shake your head in teasing disapproval, and run your fingers through his roots. You sigh at the immediate tangle that meets you and lock eyes with him, a playful smirk on your lips. “Where’ve you been, Eddie?”

He sucks in a soft breath to answer before Jeff cuts him off with a loud clap. “Alright, positions everyone. What’re we practicing?” You smile at him one last time before heading for your mic. 

“We could start working on “Do I Wanna Know?” Doug suggests and Eddie immediately groans out. He is very open about his hate for the song, about how he thinks it's overplayed and has no substance. In reality, everyone knows he’s just frustrated with the chords. He always wants his hands busy and the chords to this song just aren’t stimulating enough for him, he thinks they’re “boring”.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Ed. This is what the people wanna hear.” Doug defends as he picks up his bass. You clear your throat and Gareth situates himself behind his drums. Eddie is the only one who doesn’t get in formation, staying seated across from you to your left, almost in your line of sight. You make an effort to keep your eyes forward as Gareth starts the beat, pretending you can’t feel Eddie’s eyes on you as he starts his riff. 

You do your best to keep it together as you notice how easily his hands glide across the guitar, you don’t even see him look down once. You rock in time with the drums before singing out the first line. 

It feels shaky and your voice is scratchy but you power through, the boys know you need some warm-up. Your voice evens out by the next pause and you’re starting to feel more confident. 

“Are there some aces up your sleeve?” 

You see Eddie nodding in approval in the corner and you try not to let pride bleed into your voice. 

“Have you no idea that you’re in deep?”

You look over at him to see him still watching you. 

“I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.” 

You note the recognition in his eyes before you break contact, looking back at the base of your mic stand. 

“How many secrets can you keep?”

You think about how the first time you heard this song it reminded you of Eddie. It almost perfectly encapsulated how you felt for him prior to dating, and it ironically relates to how you feel about him now. Still obsessed but too prideful to do anything about it. 

You can see Eddie still staring at you from his corner, unwavering. He always gets a little more confident with his guitar, but it’s been so long since you’ve been around him you feel stupid, like a little girl with a crush. 

Doug and Gareth come in as your backing vocals. 

“Do I wanna know?”

You take your eyes away from the mic stand and look straight ahead. 

“If this feeling flows both ways.”

You see Eddie sit up in his seat.

“Sad to see you go”

“Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.”

You start swaying with the beat, getting more loose, and feeling the song. You switch from foot to foot, swinging your hips gently with a smile. 

“That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.”

You look over at him again. 

“Crawling back to you.”

You say the next line as a genuine question, openly targeting him now. 

“Ever thought of calling when, you’ve had a few?”

You glance away from him, nervous under his penetrating stare. He hasn’t looked away from you once. You’re wondering where all this confidence was in the past few weeks. All he needed was for you to speak to him. You study his face, his reaction to the next line. 

“Maybe I’m too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now, I’ve thought it through. Crawlin’ back to you.”

Eddie’s hands finally rest and he leans forward in his chair, cocking one eyebrow at you as if to ask ‘Really?’ and you respond with the next line. 

“So have you got the guts?”

Eddie takes a deep breath before sitting back and adjusting his guitar strap. He runs his hands down his thighs, wiping his clammy palms on his sweatpants as he watches you perform. It’s been so long since he’s seen you, even longer since he’s seen you without it hurting his heart. He’s missed you. 

He takes you in. He notices the pink on your nails, a different shade than the last time he noticed. He can’t help but run his eyes down your body, loving the way you move to the beat, the way you’re shimmying your shoulders. His eyes focus on your lips. 

“Simmer down and pucker up”

He gets entranced with the way they form around your words. He misses feeling them on his, on him. He remembers how soft they are, how raw they get when you’ve bitten them bloody. He watches them stretch over your pearly white teeth in a smile. He can feel your eyes on him again but he can’t pull himself away from your mouth. Not even to look at his guitar as his time comes up. 

You watch Eddie pick his guitar up and start playing again, zombie-like movements as he zeros in on your lips. You try to focus on the words, to stay on key, not stutter or slip up. But Eddie's eyes snap to yours. 

“But we could be together… If you wanted to.”

He takes a deep breath after your last line, as if he was waiting to hear it, like it’s confirmation. You can’t help the smirk that your smile morphs into and Eddie looks down. It looks like he’s focusing on his chords but his eyes are closed, deep breaths filling his lungs as he tries to calm down. 

You’re sure that your performance is mediocre due to the lyrics and pitch being the last thing on your mind. You watch Eddie’s hand slide lazily across the guitar, his ringed fingers moving faster than you could comprehend without even a fraction of his attention. You ignore the pooling in your stomach and look away from him again, trying to focus on anything else. 

“Crawling back to you.” 

You pretend not to hear the smirk in Gareth's voice. You see Eddie looking up at you again in your peripherals. He sits back and adjusts himself, lifting his hips, lowering his guitar and when you glance over you can see a lip tucked under his teeth. 

“Maybe I’m too—”

You see Eddie leaning forward as he stares at you, begging for your attention so you turn to him. His eyes soften and you can see his chest heave ever so slightly. 

“-busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now, I’ve thought it through. Crawlin’ back to you.”

You go through the motions for the rest of the song. You keep eye contact with Eddie through all of it. 

Everything around you is forgotten as he looks into your eyes. You’ve missed him so much.

thank you so much for reading!! please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all! also if you liked it please take a look at my masterlist or send me some motivation here!! reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated!

[snenbubs]

I've been reading your work for a while now and the way you write for Mammon is amazing, you're definitely my favourite writer for him. So I was wondering if you aren't too busy if could you please write breakup headcanons for mammon

HELLO! Thank you so, so much!!! It means so much to me that you enjoy what I write! Most of it is my delerious train of thought at like 1am so im honestly shocked at the amount of support ive been getting!

ANYWAYS, ONTO THE HCS!

HB MAMMON X GN!READER, BREAKUP HCS

I'm assuming you meant like, if you broke up with Mammon? If thats not what u meant just send in another anon! I wont mind :3

- Okay, first of all, how dare you?

- He is, the Mammon. You don't just decide when things are over!

- You were smart enough to break it off with him over text, rather than in person, because he absolutely would throw a scene. No matter where you are, public or private. Think Sarah Lynn level shit.... like, literally stabbing himself, in public, to prove a point.

- What is the point? That he loves you!

- He's especially pissed off about the fact that you broke it off with him though. It bruised his ego, he would much, much prefer it if he had been the one to have broken up with you. He would have never done that though.

- He would go through the five stages of grief 100%

- For the first few days he's in DEEP denial about it. He'd go about life as though the two of you were still together, even though you weren't there.

- Pretending that you were on a work trip or something really helped. It gave him a sense of hope that one day you'd return to him, and he'd feel your warm body embraced against his once again.

- But you and Mammon were a big public thing, like, everyone knew about you. So, people started to notice your absence. Where you would always be by his side now bore an empty pocket of air. People started questioning it;

- From simple posts online to 666News interviews asking him invasive questions regarding your lack of publicity. It pissed him right off, because he couldn't pretend you were still with him whilst constantly being reminded that you weren't.

- And then you spoke up about the breakup.

- You made a Tweet regarding the status of your relationship. Que the next stage...

- With the world now aware of your distanced status Mammon was bombarded with crude comments and remarks, from your fans and haters, to his fans and haters. It'd range from "Wow Mammon fumbled the bag hard." to "Now that Mammon is single do you think he'll start letting groupies backstage ?"

- He actually refused to show up to a lot of interviews and talk-shows because every single time theu brought up the headline, he would get so, so angry. He's almost torn through an interviewer once or twice.

- His bargaining phase was the absolute worst phase though.

- Thousands of calls a day, and an equal level of voice messages followed by hundreds of texts. You'd block his number and then BAM, another number calls you. He manipulates the phone manufacturer of Hell to give him an unlimited free supply of phones so expect him to not let up in that department.

- You know that meme where the person is stood outside the door, crying, with an umbrella over their head and fake rain over them. That's him.

- He gets Beelzebub to provide the fake rain and probably prepared a whole speech to recite to you... its not that good though, most of it is deflective bullshit. He wont take his own problems into account at all.

- If you don't take him back after that then he may even resort to the old boombox by the window trick.

- I don't think he'd hit the depression or acceptance stages of grief, though. He's a tempermental character and he resorts to anger if something doesn't go his way. So the traits he shows through this whole ordeal is frustration and desperation.

- He has a strict victim complex too. So he's most likely never going to understand what he did wrong in the relationship.

- Even if he did realise what he did however, he isn't apologising. He expects you to understand and forgive him despite this.

-It would take him a long while to get over you.

-You were one of the only people who would put up with his shitty personality, who could make him feel so loved and adored. It had been a long, long time since someone had made him feel such a way. It was such a fleeting experience, and he will not be recovering from the loss of your love any time soon.

This is a little short, so I do apologise! I hope you enjoy it anon :)

[piratefishmama]

Forgiven Not Forgotten | Part 7

Never let it be said that the Harringtons knew how to go small. They didn’t. The quaint little two bed they’d been living in was always going to be temporary if Steve came home. Even if it was now… technically theirs. It was a nice house, perfect for many a small family, which technically they were.

But they were also… filthy stinking rich.

The Harringtons didn’t really know how to go and stay small. Which is why by the following weekend, Eddie’s release from hospital looming upon them and the two bed house feeling more and more cramped by the day, they already had a cash offer in place on a five bedroom estate in Bloomington.

Five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a finished basement games room, just under eight acres of land, a pool, and an extra little pool house outfitted as a detached bungalow on the property.

The little house they’d lived in… given it was theirs, well. They had no real plans for it yet. Selling it on was a potential, it was too far from the estate to even contemplate handing the keys to one of the families linked to theirs through their children’s shared trauma, although that’d be a nice gesture on their part, the idea of separating their kids after such an ordeal?

Nope. They’d clung to each other. Kept each other alive. They needed each other.

One of the reasons they even chose the bigger property was because “It’s big enough for you all to be there.” That’s what Lynda had told Steve when he’d asked about it. “It’s not going to happen for another couple of weeks, so the house is still going to be a little cramped with everyone in it, but…”

“We have no intentions of separating you from your family, Steven.” John finished for her, nodding over Steve’s shoulder to the multiple sets of eyes watching them. “Like your mother said, what we have now is too cramped, this new place will have plenty of room for everyone.”

“And… what about when their parents turn up?” Because it was a when, not an if. “Just gonna go back to an empty house?” They were operating on when. Nevermind that they’d never seen their parents get out of Hawkins. Nevermind that the only parent they knew for certain was alive and well outside of Joyce and Hopper, was Karen Wheeler, Ted having put himself between his kids and a Demogorgon during the early days and hadn’t come out as the victor. It didn’t matter that they’d seen horrors beyond anything a child should have to witness.

The kids needed to operate on when.

“Then we’ll help them find homes in the area, but until then, the house will be… a home base of sorts. A comfortable starting point for all of you so you’re not too far away from each other, it’ll never be an empty house, Steven. I know it might look like we’re just spending money for the sake of it but… it’s not like that anymore.” They weren’t doing that anymore. They’d found a better way than being away from home all the time. John worked from a home office and delegated important tasks and jobs to others to free up his time, and Lynda decided she wanted to be at home.

They were just glad Steve was allowing them to just decide to be there for him all of a sudden. He didn’t have to.

“…Forgive me if I still doubt that.” No amount of tearful apologies could erase all that history “But thanks, for… for thinking of us. It’s true, we kinda stuck together like glue after Mr Wheeler…” he trailed off. After they’d gotten Karen and Holly out of that house while Ted held back that shaking door, huge, clawed fingers tearing through wood. He still remembered Holly’s screams, still remembered Karen crying, begging them to go back as Nancy and Mike dragged her out, Holly running straight to Steve. “We were never far apart from each other.” It’d be weird without them, unsettling when the dust finally settled. When parents returned to claim their kids.

“And you wont be.” John placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, firm, squeezing it in comforting reassurance. “You won’t be.”

~~

“Aaaand this is your room.” Had it not been for the fact that Eddie had been in a coma for the last god only knows, where he could, with rules, conjure ridiculous shit, he’d have probably assumed he was still out.

He had a room. In what was essentially. A mansion. But he’d never seen it before, so he wasn’t still in his funky little void because he wouldn’t have been able to conjure it.

Only what he’d seen, only places he’d been.

He had his own room. Bigger than his old one at the trailer because of course it was. Currently empty of personal belongings, void of personality, but Steve was holding boxes. Boxes with stuff in them, rolled up tubes of paper, stuff wrapped in newspapers, and he was setting those boxes down one by one inside the room. “…What’s in those?”

“Shit we saved from the trailer, it’s not much but… it’s something.” Eddie silently turned to just. Stare at him. Brows furrowed, confusion so evident Steve had to ask “what?”

“…How long has it been since I died, Steve?” He had to ask again, just to be sure of something, even if it was a weird question to ask.

“Bout two years, why?”

“… And in that time, Hawkins basically ate shit, right?”

“Yup, where’s this going?”

“How’d you save my stuff for that long? Why did you save my stuff for that long? Shit couldn’t have been easy to keep safe, right? So… why?” Steve fell silent, his jaw shifting, lips pursing, visibly going through all the possible reasons he could have saved that stuff, all the reasons why he would have saved that stuff, all the potential excuses, the boy would be terrible at poker.

He settled on shrugging his shoulders.

“Because I did. Because I could. Like I said, it’s not much.” It was so much. Not quantity wise, no… Steve was right there wasn’t much in those boxes, probably why Steve could carry multiple at a time but it meant so much. Steve obviously wasn’t going to go into the why’s or the how’s with him though. He was going to brush them away, without answers. “We saved some mugs, there’s some posters in here, uhh, I got a bunch of your tapes and your deck, I wish I could say I saved your guitars but… I’m sorry man, it was just too risky carting around something that could make noise. I think… they might still be there but—”

“It’s fine, Steve… this—this is way more than I could have asked for.” He could always get a new guitar, eventually. It’d mean saving up somehow, or using some of the hush money that the government had promised him for signing, he was planning on using that to find Wayne though.

It’d been over a week, the hospital had slowly been cleared of survivors, the Sinclair’s were the only parents who’d made it thus far, having been staying with Sue’s sister a few towns over doing the exact same thing as the Harringtons. Waiting. Hoping. Praying for news on their kids, any news. Anything.

They’d taken the Harrington’s offer to stay in the converted pool house with Karen until they could get housing arranged, the kids staying in the main house with everyone else.

“Yeah well… we’ll sort you out a new one eventually. Can’t leave the bard without his instrument, right?” Eddie’s wide eyes were on him again, a beaming smile spreading across his lips, dimpling his cheeks, stretching the scar tissue on his jaw, and Steve had to look away, he had to, because otherwise he just might fall again, and he couldn’t… he couldn’t make that mistake twice.

“Be still my beating heart, was that a D&D reference, Harrington?” He could feel the warmth seeping into his cheeks at the attention, as Eddie leaned in a little closer, got into his space, it’d been so long since someone had paid him any attention. Even if it meant nothing to Eddie, even if he was just being silly, be still his own beating heart.

“Maybe. Now get to unpacking your shit.” He put the last of the boxes down on the bed, purposefully turning away from Eddie to hide his reddening face, to hide what he knew Eddie had never wanted to see. “We’ll be heading out into town in an hour to find us all some new clothes, maybe some new stuff for the rooms too. Hop to it.”

“You’re not gonna help lil ol me unpack? I just got out of hospital!” Eddie called after him as Steve made to leave the room.

“With a clean bill of health! You can manage a few boxes!” And he was gone. Running away. Like a coward.

[celestialomnipotence]

Sun & Moon X Child! Reader

TWs: Hints of abuse/Child neglect (if I need to add more, I will later on)

Note from Kyo- I made this so people can see an idea of how I write! This is my first time properly doing this so please dont be too harsh on me, I mostly do this in hopes of bringing comfort to those who get them from reading stories with things the go through.

Sypnosis: A (NB) child is left at the daycare and all the kids seem to not want to be around them. Which causes the kid to become more and more distressed and lonely, until the daycare attendant approaches them!

Your parents had dropped you off at the daycare very early today… Your father had already gone off to work and your mother was grumpily dragging you into the cursed place.. Well it wasnt exactly cursed, you very much enjoyed being at the daycare when your parents were at work! You only protested against it though because of the other kids ‘being mean’. To which you only earned eye rolls and were told to just deal with it… And what soon shut you up about the whole ordeal was when your mother snapped at you, yelling at you to shut up about the kids there and just deal with it, you were getting dropped off there whether you liked it or not.

So here you were.. In such a giant and colorful play area. Kids were running around, screaming, playing, coloring… Yet you were just standing there awkwardly. Should you try to play with the other kids? Would it hurt again if you tried?

You only took a shaky breath as you went to where some kids were playing tag. You wanted to join in quite a lot so you quickly ran to a kid and asked, “Hey can I join?-“ To which the kid immediately laughed at you. “You again?? No! Leave us alone freak!” The kid giggled as he ran off and you only stood their dumbfounded. You seriously ran into the rudest kid on your first try. After a few seconds you moved to the wall, should you try again?

Well you did. This time you ran to kids playing hide and seek. They had just started a game too which was perfect! “Hey can I join?” This little girl gave you a curious look but you noticed how distant her eyes looked at the same time. “Oh yea sure-.. Um- Ill count an extra… 20 seconds for you-“ You had nodded excitedly at that and already ran off. Going straight into the play structure and hiding in your favorite spot.

And there you sat for what felt like forever… And ever.. And ever… They werent looking for you.. Were they?

Thats when you felt tears well up in your eyes as you buried your head in your knees…

Then you heard someone coming near you in the structure. Oh great now another kid would call you a cry baby.

That was until you heard the voice. “Oh my goodness! Why are you crying little one?” You looked up at the cheery sun that some how fit inside the structure. “O-oh!- I-im- Im ok-“ You stuttered in a hurry as you wiped your tears away. Even though the Suns face was a constant smile, he approached you a little cautiously until he managed to sit right in front of you. Sure he was meant to be happy and entertain kids while the lights were on, but there was a little bit of code in him that told him what to do with upset kids. Plus he has already experienced seeing kids who had gotten abused before!

“Would you like to tell me whats wrong little one?” Sun had asked while letting his head rotate some to one side, maybe a bit more than he intended. You debated telling him.. Would he get upset like your parents did..? No, he was such a happy Sun! But still, should you trust him…?

You hesitantly spoke up. “W-well.. I tried to play with all the other kids again… They just left me out again and said mean things.” Sun left out a gasp that you could determine if it was real or for dramatics. “How rude of them! Well what did you want to play little one?” “.. Tag-.. And hide and seek-… But now I just want someone to play with me. That wont just leave me alone.” Sun seemed to think for a moment, tapping hid non-existent chin. “How about we play together then! Ill give you all the special attention you deserve! We can finger paint, play with crafts, or with glitter glue! Whatever you want!”

You couldnt help but giggle a bit at his enthusiasm.. And at the idea of getting all his attention.

And well, if Sun could have grinned wider, he would have. “Can we play with the paints?” You asked to which the Sun immediately, somehow, nodded. “Of course! Lets go now little one!” He held his hand out to you which you immediately took.

Then there you were, finger painting, putting googley eyes on each other, and having so much fun. You almost completely forgot about what had happened early. Soon enough, Sun told you he would have to go away soon and Moon would come out to put all the kids to bed.

You nodded at that and let out a small yawn. Maybe you would nap this time.. You had so much fun so of course you would be tired.

And when Moon finally came out, all of the kids hurried to bed while you were quickly finishing your fingerpainting you were working on some how behind Suns back.

Moon soon enough went up to you. “Naughty naughty.. You know you shouldnt be painting, its nap time.” You were quick to nod at him but then you held on your painting.. Which was one of you, Sun and Moon holding hands. Moon stared at the painting.. Or what you assumed was staring before he slowly grabbed it. He hadnt had any special experiences with you yet you still added him..?

“Thank you little one but you still have to sleep.” You nodded as he continued to speak. “Ill hang this up in our room and then help you to bed, ok?”

You nodded and then Moon… Floated? Flied away? It was too dark for you to tell anyways so you went right over to an area where you could cuddle up…

And soon Moon got over to you, only to find you already passed out under your blanket. Moon watched you for a few seconds before pulling the blanket all the way up and moving some hair out of your face.

Kyo- Well… This was my first attempt at something, hope you enjoyed :)

Id like to think Sun has kept you in his database and whenever your there, you get a special bit of attention to make sure you arent too lonely or left out!

[natasha-in-space]

I thought about this yooseven oneshot (based on that part in seven route where he was like our friendship is temporary and everything is a lie except there is a twist)

So in the route seven apologises but he doesnt explain himself much. So here seven apologises like that in the gc and yoosung goes"is this apology temporary too...." and leaves the gc and blocks seven.

Seven was shocked because it was an unexpected reaction so he frantically called yoosung on his phone but yoosung cuts the call and blocks his number on the phone.

Seven was realising the extent he had hurt yoosung with that behaviour of his and felt more bad because he did not have really bad intention to do so but he also cannot explain things to yoosung properly

On the other side yoosung had multiple breakdowns over the whole situation because he feels betrayed. He really considered seven as his bestfriend so it hurts him alot and also his mind is often going "why would he even do that" and because he does not know what kind of reasoning seven has behind his actions he has a hard time trusting seven. Like does seven actually care for him or its another temporary lie.

To shake off his feelings he plays his LOLOL and the game also has a chat feature like Genshin Impact does so HackerGod (who as we know is seven) dms yoosung revealing his true identity and again apologising to him and that he genuinely sorry. It angers yoosung and he is like why did you even say that everything is temporary between us seven goes " i wish i can explain but i really cannot but I am genuinely sorry for my actions. " Yoosung ends up blocking HackerGod and shutting down his computer and gets another breakdown because of that. He goes to sleep but he has a hard time falling asleep so he pours himself a drink to sleep well.

He does not get out of his house for few days because that whole ordeal really worsened his depression and he also feels too tired to go to the rfa gc and also did not touch LOLOL either. But after few days he was like a little motivated to push himself from like rotting away (idk how to describe it) so he takes a long bath and gets dressed to get out for a walk.

He goes to a grocery store and buys himself some snacks. He gets some cup ramen cup tteokbokki (idk if i spelled it correctly) some choco milk. He was about to buy some HBD chips but HBD chips reminded him of seven and it hurt him even more. He was about to buy some soda cans but in the drinks section he sees seven. Seven looks at him apologetically and yoosung glares at him turns back and walks quickly to the billing sections quickly pays for his things and walks out of the store. Seven leaves his stuff and goes out empty handed to follow yoosung

A couple of blocks away from that store seven catches upto yoosung and stops him and again begs for his forgiveness. Yoosung then is like "then why did you do that" and explains how much of betrayal he feels how he wishes to know why seven did what he did and because he doesnt know seven's reasoning he has a hard time trusting seven and finally tells seven to stop following him and was about to cross the road but seven quickly pulls yoosung back to the sidewalk and they accidentally embrace.

Yoosung turns his head and sees that a speeding bus just passed. He then turns back and sees seven hugging him sobbing and again begging for forgiveness but this time he was giving some reasoning like "i do a dangerous job i was really afraid that you would get hurt because of me but i still ended up hurting you". It made yoosung tear up and he returns the hug and rests his head on seven's shoulder crying and the story ends here.

I know this is very out of character for yoosung because he wont hold any grudge against seven or any rfa member for that matter (v being an exception but we know its a lot more serious cas). Its just me projecting myself a little onto him and playing around a possible outcome. I have nothing against seven i genuinely love him very much, its just that Im far less nice and a lot more selfish than yoosung and if i were him I would have a hard time forgiving seven (moreso with my own baggage). I know I should forgive others if they act out towards me especially if they have mental health issues or are stressed but, I sometimes feel tired of often being on the receiving end, because of my own set of issues its a hard job to not let myself get affected by these incidents and take it personally even if I am well aware that the other person does not mean to hurt me. I feel like a bad person for feeling hurt and angry at the persons who had been in similar position as seven in this case. But I still feel the anger. And thats why to channelise these feelings I often face because of my parents or sometimes remembering an ex friend who has deeply hurt me by her actions I had the idea to write this - Submission

Hey, there is nothing wrong with feeling angry or hurt by other people's actions. Your feelings and emotions are valid, whatever they are, and you shouldn't feel guilty for experiencing them! Of course, other people might have reasons behind their actions, but that doesn't take away the effect they have on you. At the end of the day, even if someone was having a hard time and lashed out at their friend because of that - they still lashed out. Truth is, intention is one thing, while action is a completely another.

You shouldn't feel bad or guilty for not wanting to forgive those who hurt you. It is a perfectly normal feeling to have. Forgiveness is something very personal and individual to every person. Just because someone chose to forgive - doesn't make them a better person from you. It's a matter of what is right for you. If you were the one hurt, it is only up to you to decide what is the right choice to give you closure. No one else. It is not selfish, and it is not wrong. Putting your feelings first is not a bad thing. Choosing to not forgive can give you just as much closure as forgiveness, you know. Forgiveness is not absolute. It's a matter of soothing your own heart. And, sometimes, forgiveness simply cannot do that for you. And that's okay. Forcing yourself to forgive and chastising yourself for feeling angry is not good for you. Your feelings are valid, and it's important to allow yourself to experience them.

Anger is not a bad emotion. It's another part of being human. It can be hard to accept that when we are told over and over that forgiveness is the only 'right' path to being a good person, I know. Personally, I will also always struggle with accepting my anger. But, either way, it's important to acknowledge it and embrace it. Forgiveness is personal. And you can bounce between the two as well. Sometimes you don't know whether or not you want to forgive. And that's okay, too.

Really, there is no one 'right' way to forgiveness. Just treat your heart gently and don't be hard on yourself for experiencing the emotions your heart was meant to feel.

That said, I do think this little scenario you wrote out is sweet, in a somewhat bittersweet way. While, yes, Yoosung does forgive Saeyoung pretty quickly in game, you gotta remember that we are confined to those 11 days of gameplay! Things have to move fast, or else we'll end up with the Ssum issue. So, it is very much possible to picture Yoosung having to struggle with Seven's actions on a deeper level, as well as for a longer period.

Like I already said, it doesn't really matter if Seven was having a hard time himself. At the end of the day, he still said a very painful and horrible thing to someone who considers him a very close friend. That's all that really matters. Yoosung has every right to feel betrayed, hurt, and angry at him. And I thing Seven will understand that. I also really love the hug you wrote out. Something about two characters just holding each other and communicating through touch after such a stressful period that gets me emotional.

Seven will do the right thing. He will apologize, and, if Yoosung wants, he will explain the reasonings behind his actions to give him closure. But only if Yoosung wants. Because Seven understands first hand what's it's like to struggle with feeling hurt, confused, and betrayed by someone you thought you knew. He's ashamed to admit that. But, he's not going to run from his mistakes. Because he wants to make things right.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Prompts 1-5 with Itward

Probably going to alternate between characters instead of brute forcing through these in a solid line of posts like I did with jason, mostly to give you guys some variety and because like

2 of the 3 characters I wanna do this with are VERY under rated

While I usually do just 3 prompts per post imma bump up to 5 because uhuh

These are personal writings and I know a bulk of you wont be interested in the characters I have in mind so less posts = less spam for you guys

ONE BED TROPE

He is... very polite. He cant deny that he feels a little soft on the inside at the thought of being in such close proximity to you, but hes a gentleman! Hes going to make sure your comfort is the priority! Do you need more room? Hes scooting away. Need something to cuddle in order to fall asleep? .. he might just offer his arm..! He's not quite used to being so close to someone for so long so it's fair to say he might not fall asleep. No matter, he can always sleep another time!

SICK

FIRST KISS

I've written this before!

Its been a while since hes kiss someone else, though he probably has done it before. Obviously with no lips you can only take it so far, not that it's that big of a deal, he wants your first kiss to be.. sweet, with intention and passion. He doesnt kiss and move on. Though I hope you can forgive him for tugging his hat down to cover his face after he lightly presses his teeth to your lips..

LOSS

On the chance that he thinks you're... deceased... he tries to keep himself together to those around him. Hes lost people before, be it to them naturally drifting away or they've passed away. It.. gets easier. That's not to say hes not preparing himself to start grieving once he comes to terms that you're gone.. except you're not, you eventually turn up. Hes still shocked, dont get me wrong. Actually hes shaken to his core, he could've sworn you had.. but hes so relieved that you're still alive..! He may need a moment to himself to recover from the emotional whiplash, though..

HANAHAKI

He is aware of what the disease is, so he already knows how to prepare and cope with it when hes the one who gets it.. though how much damage can it really do when the sick doesnt have lungs to be smothered and torn apart? Its more of a nuisance to him than anything. It doesnt make it any less messy, though.. he knows what he has to do to make it stop, but itward isn't sure if he has the nerve in him to do it. The real thing pushing him to doing it, asides from the inconvenience of the mess and coughs, is you growing worried for him.. and as selfish as it may be, you worry be has it for someone that isnt you. You know it's terribleto think that but the thought is still there.. its actually not as dramatic as an ordeal as it would have been had the roles been reversed

[colderdrafts]

Trying to think out my character a lil more, template from here. Just for fun, sfw alphabet for my grumpy snake man Amren below the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pretty simple. He does not.

Well, at least not in a traditional way.

If you actually manage to get under Amren's skin he'll just kinda. Be in your proximity a lot. He might not even realize he's doing it himself, but if he likes you you're gonna spot him hanging around close by pretty often. It's some roundabout way for him to make sure you're safe. He doesn't know how to show affection so he's gonna need you to take the lead here he needs a hug jesus christ

Also, you're gonna smell like him. Don't ask how he does it. Sorry.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It is extremely difficult to make friends with Amren, he actively tries to prevent it lmao. BUT if you manage somehow, he's the scary dog privilege friend. Honestly, most of the time you wont be able to tell if he wants to be there or not. He's still going to be a snarky bastard but at some point he's gonna figure out he actually likes your laugh - and experiment to find what brings it out. Is also the friend that will throw hands if you're in trouble no questions asked. He's subconsciously trying his best to make sure you feel safe with him around.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If you actually somehow manage to get that close to him, congratulations. I hope you don't have plans because you're not going anywhere for a good while. Dw he's surprisingly comfortable when he coils around you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Amren doesn't really think much about ''settling''. He's grown used to solitude, has made peace with that and he hasn't done anything to change plans. He's lonely though, so if he ever got over himself and succumbed to the horrendous ordeal of being known maybe he'd start thinking about it again.

He's a decent chef (when he actually bothers cooking) and keeps his place very clean.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depends on context. If you've been shit to him he's gonna drop you without mercy (unlikely you'll even be in a relationship with him at all then, though. He's got a sense for this sorta thing). If it's just a general growing apart thing or something akin to it, pretty quickly it's gonna be a structured conversation face to face. If it ain't working, it ain't working. No point drawing things out. He's an expert band-aid ripper. Most likely still gonna want you in his life as a friend though.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

So uh. He takes this VERY seriously. It takes a long time for him to figure out what he wants from another person (he doesn't know what to do lmao save him), and understand what they want from him. He isn't exactly scared of commitment itself, he values the other person's trust a lot and is extremely loyal - he's just scared they're gonna get hurt. He doesn't care about rings or ceremonies, to him they're just superficial arrangements that don't mean anything. He cares about words and actions.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally? You know when you go to open a locked door, right? And it doesn't budge, of course. Imagine Amren's the door. Now imagine that door that doesn't budge suddenly slams open outwards and knocks you back on the pavement the second you try the handle.

If he likes you, he'll go easy on you though. Might even try to be supportive. It's not gonna be very effective.

Physically? He knows he's a pretty big guy with some unique abilities. He usually stays far away from others because of that. Does that count as 'gentle'?

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Go ahead. Hug him. I dare you.

Either extremely awkward or you'll feel like you're being crushed.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Amren has never said nor heard those words in his life. Ever.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's never really had anyone to get jealous over, but if he finds someone he actually likes pursues someone else he might get a liil green eyed. Just a smidge. And it's gonna piss him off tremendously when he figures out that that's what's happening to him.

The other person will be none the wiser, though. He will keep it under very tight wraps.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Again, he has no idea how to do the whole 'affection-thing', but once he's over that he'll try. A lil clumsy, he thinks too much. Get him to relax, and it's very soft bordering on careful, mindful of his teeth and forked tongue unless you like them :). He likes forehead kisses most, both giving and receiving them.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn't hate kids, but mostly tries to avoid them (not a fan of loud things) but if he has to deal with them he's firm, but gentle.

He does not want any of his own he's scared they're gonna be like him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depends how the night ended. Long night working security? Out hunting? He wont see the morning, and you wont see him unless you join him for a nap. Day off? Not a morning person. Slow, a grumpy kind of tired, taking his time enjoying things like coffee etc. Secretly a fan of the mundane soft things so expect him to just hover quietly a lot while you're just chilling making breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he trusts you, and you've shown you're comfortable with being close to him, he will take advantage of your body heat. He will wrap around you and you wont be able to stop him. He naturally runs cold, so bring a ton of blankets. You're gonna be stuck there.

If you haven't and you're staying the night, he's just gonna cover your basic needs and head to bed. You can take care of yourself, surely.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Remember the door? Yeah, that. It generally takes a loooong time for that door to open even a smidge. But once it does, he's gonna pull you inside and close it behind you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Zero patience. Amren has no time for bullshit and he's gonna make damn sure you know. Don't test him. He needs to keep himself in check.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's the kind of person who analyzes a lot, and he will remember pretty much everything you tell him - from your fav color to a funny story you wanted to share. He pays the most attention to your actions, though. He firmly believes they speak louder than words, and his opinion of you is mostly shaped by them.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You made him genuinely laugh. That's not easy to do.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This snake is on guard duty almost 24/7, and it multiplies whenever someone he cares about is around. He's very quiet about it though, so it's little difficult to pick up on.

Unless there's a active threat. It wont be there for long. He has no qualms getting his hands dirty if he can't get the perpetrator to back off with words alone.

Uncomfortable being the one who's being protected, though. It's a mix of hating feeling vulnerable and hating being the reason you're in harms way. He's a hypocrite like that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

For the datey-stuff, sorry fam, you're gonna need to tell him if you like these things and want them to happen. Even then, he will just straight up ask you want you want and do his best to provide it. He's in no way a romantic or very creative when it comes to these things. He does very well in remembering important dates however, and makes sure to remember and complete everyday tasks.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He retreats a lot and keeps up walls - even if you've gotten close to him and he trusts you. If he's in a mood about something he will not let you coax him out of it. If you try, he will pull away from you. In truth he doesn't really feel like he deserves the care, but he doesn't know how to express that. He knows he's troublesome and it's partially an 'I can fix him'-situation and he hates it. He doesn't want to put that on anyone.

Also his never ending habit of being a rude bastard carries over at the worst of times - your family might not like him much at first.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He keeps up hygiene and does exercise because of his job, but that's mostly for health reasons. He's practical, wears stuff for temperature management more than style. Doesn't really care about 'looking good', and doesn't really get why others care. He knows how to be 'presentable' at work, but it's moreso to avoid attention lmao. You could walk around in the nude and he wouldn't bat an eye.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yep. And it frustrates him to no end that you have that effect on him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He will drop prey immediately if he sees/smells it has young offspring.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Breaking promises, either to him or if he sees you do it to someone else.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Torso tucked within the coils of his tail in a completely silent, warm and dark room. Sometimes mumbles in his sleep.

[leaflovingal]

Cawl rant time, plus other admech fan annoyances

TLDR: I'm fine with him as a character, he's just the face of Admech and I think that's stupid, especially considering the already massive lack of Ad Mech characters.

Okay so, I saw on the Ad Mech subreddit that there's a new book with Cawl and Fabius Bile. Dope. Looking forward to it. However, it got me thinkin; why Cawl? Why choose Cawl over any other Admech character? Well, there aren't any. There are no other Ad Mech characters.

While yes, obviously, there are other characters in other books, like Kostov and stuff, there are no other major Ad Mech characters currently alive in the setting as far as I know of. There are, say, Kane and Land, but land is dead and i believe Kane dissapeared. Cawl is the start and end of Ad Mech characters in the setting. And that's really fucking lame obviously.

Now, I do not have a problem with Belisarius Cawl as a character, however he should not be the face of the Adeptus Mechanicus. How many other factions have their main character, their big guy, go entirely against several rules that define their faction? Probably a few, sure, but I can't personally think of any. Does say, cato sicarius go against all the rules of the Ultramarines? I think he uses drop pods aggressively but other than that he's not very standout other than "im special boy".

Cawl made a fucking AI. Straight up. He invented a shit ton of new stuff. He uses xenotech. The vast majority of the Adeptus Mechanicus would flay him given the chance. They hate him. Why is he their poster boy? It makes no sense. I understand that the Adeptus Mechanicus are difficult to make interesting on an individual level, but holy shit do you have to make their main guy shit all over their religion?

Not to mention that he has been a part of all the important shit for the Admech as of late, if not the sole part of them present. Cadia? Check. Biggest upgrade the imperium has gotten in thousands of years? That was him. Nice game for my faction, would be a shame if I just *tricked a fucking c'tan shard AKA part of a literal god* making that previous ordeal seem lame by comparison. Good job fighting through a tomb world, i cheated a literal actual god.

It's just so tiring, especially with how Admech can barely pull a win anywhere else in lore, plus current rules for tabletop. Also, y'know, lion getting to deal with vashtorr. You know, vashtorr the evil machine god dude? The one that would work super well to bring the dark mechanicum back into relevance? The one that could offer a really good reason make a new faction for tabletop and update another? No. Dark angels. Lmao.

Fuck dude. Okay, trying to wrap this up, hopefully GW doesnt shit all over us in the codex. While yes the rules and abilities in 9th were a lot to learn, that idea of making a machine with your cogs is neccessary to give the ad mech an identity on tabletop. Medium to small army of mediocre units that can be buffed to a usable and deadly weapon if you're smart about it is what the ad mech are. They need that.

Hopefully the next none cawl admech book wont be half full of rogue traders, black templars, and eldar. Hopefully the next characters are from somewhere other than mars so i dont have to look at just red all the time. Hopefully the next characters are as good as the mechanicus game. I genuinely found the characters from that game more interesting than cawl, because there's a dynamic between them instead of a smartass who would say "I DONT KNOW, CAAAAAAN YOU?" If a kid asked "can i use the restroom" instead of "may i use the restroom" who then had a layer of pseudo fatherly lover put over him as he talks to a traumatized child soldier to make him seem fucking interesting when he's just being a cunt.

[maudlin-scribbler]

I have had a shitty day but I am too exhausted to properly explain what happened but I'll try to write something resembling a vent because I Need to tell someone:

My parents. My parents and their shitty excuse of a relationship. My father works in another country currently(but we talk almost everyday on the phone). They were talking about the fact my father is friends with his exes on facebook(my mom doesnt believe in being friends with exes. My dad does). And me and my sis(who's 12) were in the same room, and could see the signs that this would blow up into a really bad fight, because my parents do not and never have the decency to at least try to fight in another room and so we both were witnesses to their fights all these years.

Sis starts crying. I tell her to go into another room and yell at my parents for making my sister cry (not my brightest idea but my heart was in the right place). Mom gets upset with me. I start crying. Cue my parents explaining to us that this was not a fight (not the first time they tried explaining to us that their fight was in fact not a fight) and my mom shoving the phone with my dad on video camera in my & my sister's crying faces while he tries to explain to us...idk honestly what. Then my mom threatening me in the background that she will 'take care of me' after she finishes the call with dad because I intervened. And me crying more because of this while my dad is unaware of what my mom is telling me and he tells me to stop crying bcs at this point it's "annoying him". I tell him that mom is upset at me and she gets even more pissed off.

Anyway. Fast forward, i fight with my mom because of this. She tells me, and I quote, that i keep "threatening her" with what i'm gonna do after I turn 18(aka I told her I wont be pushed around by her taking my phone away anymore) and that she'll tell my aunt I am threatening her (even though SHE threatened me). I am baffled that this is what she got out of this ehole ordeal (besides hanging up bcs she was upset with my dad & saying that one day SHE will dump my father and he'll suffer . Look my dad sucks[functioning alcoholic & emotionally distant/neglectful basically. Well physically too bcs most of my childhood he spent in pubs. Besides the few times he took me to the park] but my mother isn't exactly a wonderful person either. Actually that's an understatement)

[bloodmoon-bites]

Freddy Krueger x GN!reader headcanons

Okay, okay, okay, listen, i know i should be updating the moon knight fic but like, the freddy brain rot is real rn

(lol this is kind of a self indulgent headcanon thing, he’s my comfort character and i need some comfort rn lol, so take some protective/soft freddy headcanons) If you wish to be added to my taglist go here

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Pre-relationship headcanons that slowly bleed into relationship headcanons

Okay, so we know you two met in his little, nightmare of a world right?

well after he decided that he wasn't going to kill you, because, he liked your fiery personality and your persistence he just took to being a nuisance when you fell asleep and he pulled you into his little world because he got bored

he’d poke fun at you, throwing the occasional ‘hey hot stuff’ or something just to fuck with you, because lets face it, its who he is. he’s an aimless flirt

now some days he may get you on one of your bad days and if you get pissed enough or genuianly make it clear that you dont want him screwing with you right then, he will stop... mostly... (i mean what else can we expect, it’s freddy)

oh my LORD you two HATED one another at first-

‘Get the fuck away from me you burnt bacon, bitch!’

‘oh you really wanna go there you little shithead!?’

freddy is totally that one friend that you think isn't listening when you go on little rants to him, like you think he’s not listening and his just staring off, but no, if he likes you enough to not have killed you by now, he’s listening

oh? that bully who wont leave you alone? yup, they’ve gone missing on the news, or they were found ripped to shreds

okay okay okay, you cannot look at me and tell me this man wouldn't rip someone to shreds if you were good enough friends with him tho

if you have his same since of humor? prank wars, i swear, all the time, just pranks, and really dumb jokes

somehow get him with a deez nuts joke, or a dick joke? he’s floored

like

passed out on the ground from laughing, because you can almost ever get him with these, but if you can??? 

if it ends up he’s in love with you? it will take him a while to a) realize it b) accept it

like this man will be in total denial, he’s like ‘hell no, nope, no way’

when you found out he liked you? it was because of one of two reasons

1. You could have died and/or almost died and/or be on your deathbed, and he was like, ‘fuck it, i need to tell them before i lose them’

2. you told him someone hurt you or was being mean, and mans did the whole ‘imma possess someone’ thing and went into the material world and stepped between you and the bully/bullies and was straight up like, ‘You ever touch/talk to MY y/n again, and your dead’ 

after that whole ordeal (if it was 1 you lived lol, he just didnt think you would) the next time you saw him you confronted him about it, like ‘did you mean it, do you love me?” or “what do you mean, YOUR y/n?”

he’d be silent for a minute

he’d then go on about he’s in love with you, and has been for a while

you’ll see a whole new side to him, a vulnerable side, that even through your relationship you’ll rarely ever see

 after you two get together, he’ll be more touchy, this time not just randomly smacking your ass when you walk past

no, im talking like, when you first get in his realm or he’s possessing someone he’ll walk up behind you and hug you from the back, give you small kisses to the cheek, and just kinda hold you close kind of touches

then he’ll go back to grabbing your ass again lol (unless you tell him no [like seriously tell him no] or have already put your foot down on that then he wont)

you’re having a bad day? he’ll make as many jokes as he needs to get you to laugh, maybe throw some cheesy pick up lines out there too

‘are you from Tennessee? because you’re the only 10 i see”

‘freddy, babe, first of all, im already with you, second, i love you... but no’

his nicknames for you? oml where do i start, mans is calling u all the nicknames damnit

hottie, hot stuff, baby, babe, mine. all that shit

whenever he gets a small domestic urge

if you are in his realm, he’ll make it into a little house/apartment matching your own, with (if you dont have it) a couch or recliner by the window/facing the window, and have it raining outside with it being a little chilly with a fireplace going and he’ll pull you in and lay there cuddling with you ontop of him in his arms covered up by a blanket, keeping you two nice and warm

if your in the material world however, and none of the above can happen? he’ll help you pick out a movie, make some food (this man can cook okay, idky but i just have that feeling that if he really wanted to, he can cook), eat and then lay down in bed with you and watch some tv

when he feels like it, freddy can acutally be pretty nice, and not just a sarcastic asshole, it’s moments like these that you often remember the most.

not the arguments, or fights you two may get into, no, it’s always the good, domestic one you remember, because freddy doesn't get them often

he’s usually just the horny, asshole dream-demon we all know and love, so these small moments, while they are few and far between typically, are what the two of you cherish the most

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[shaitaani]

2, 23, 26 and 28 for the ask

coffee wdym how do i take i literally just take warm milk and add coffee and sugar and stir and drink

yes i believe in aliens i don't think we're the only ones in the universe

idk man i can't think right now

i'm bitter and i'm tired i am stressed because of my exams i only topped 1 subject in the first sem and that's so embarrassing for me especially since one person topped most of the other subjects but i know i'm better than them because at least i don't learning everything by heart and write such long answers that teachers give me full marks without even reading the answer i am better than them i am better than them i am better than them i want to be something i want to do something good with my life i have long time goals that i'm working towards i need to show them that i'm better than them and this semester i have to make a comeback and also it turns out that the masters course i really really want might not be there in the college i'm studying so i'm stressed about that since i really really really love my college and i don't want to go through the whole ordeal of looking for another college also i love my professors so so much you have no idea i look up to them and one of them was talking to seniors in front of me and he said that in every class a professor always looks for people who really put in efforts and are enjoying and are actually learning and come to college not just to get full marks in every exam and he told the seniors that i'm one of the few people in class that puts in efforts and that meant so much to me but i can't deal with this stress i know i have to soldier through this post is getting too long i'm going to stop i'm not okay i wont be okay till i'm learning and not studying for an exam i don't like giving

[nandostateofmind]

I wanted to Lose Alone………..

Being Afraid of Competing………..

I wrote a goal list for 2023. On that list was competing twice for this calendar year. I was so fucking afraid. Mostly afraid because I got my ass handed to me the first tournament I attended and I was really down about it. There’s this thing about me, however, that I hate to be afraid of anything. So, when I’m afraid most of the time I just run directly at it because I would rather go out on my shield, on my own terms. It’s like if you were going to get jumped and have your ass beat anyway, why comply with the ones looking to hurt you? You going to get your ass beat anyway, might as well start swinging and fuck it. You wont win but they not going home saying boy that was easy either. So, with that logic I signed up for the tournament at the last minute. Thursday night I signed up for Saturday.

My wife and daughter wanted to go. I asked them not to. I didn’t want the additional pressure since I felt I was going to lose like and I felt like my victory was in deciding to go at all. So, I asked her if she wouldn’t go. I was going to allow my son to go because, first and foremost he does jiujitsu so he has a better understanding of what he is actually seeing on the mats. Secondly, for my son, I wanted him to understand that doing things despite being afraid is a good thing. I wanted him to understand losing with grace. During the car ride he paused for a moment and asked me, “hey dad are you afraid?” I said to him absolutely I am terrified and my stomach has been hurting for two days thinking about it. I said but I don’t like being afraid ever so I like to go at it head on and win or lose know that I went out there and tried my best regard of the outcome I could be proud of myself for trying my best.

Then there was my friend and sometimes teacher and (apparently as of now) my tournament coach. I didn’t want him to come with me because I lost so poorly the first time out. He came with me to my first tournament and thankfully another of his students came as well. So, with the other student there it took some pressure off of me because even if I lost and he won at least it wasn’t a wasted trip for my friend. This time however, it was only me competing. God bless him because he is definitely going to heaven but this man insisted he would come coach me and went as far as to take a bus to Philadelphia to come coach me through this ordeal. I just didn’t want the pressure of disappointing him twice. I hold him in super high esteem as a human but as a jiujitsu person it really gets crazy. See black belts in jiujitsu are magicians, especially at my academy. Its hard sometimes to even feel like we are practicing the same martial art when you experience what they are doing to perfectly. All of this added to the pressure. I wanted to lose alone.

I have an extremely supportive friend who trains with me assists me on techniques and generally encourages me to continuously improve. He was a recent brown belt recipient and he was feeling the nerves of competition at his new rank. He encouraged me to go out there and try my best. I’m grateful he said that because that what I ultimately did I went out there and tried my best. First match, I went out there and I was so nervous and I zero game plan except to try and score early and give myself a cushion to work for a submission. I told myself just listen to my coach and allow him to be my remote control whatever he says I will attempt to do. I ran, did jumping jacks, and pushups before the match to make sure I could get some of the nerves out. Than the match began, he pulled guard I passed got to side control position scored, went to mount scored, but then I began overthinking. I was swept out of position ended up playing bottom closed guard. Then he passed my guard and I spent the remainder of the minutes remaining making sure he couldn’t score on me since I felt extremely confident he couldn’t submit me. I won on points.

Second match came. Before it began I told my coach I’m just happy I came to compete getting a win in the first match was just a little whipped cream on this situation. He said you know you could win this whole thing, right? We didn’t come here not to lose we came here to win! For the first time since even considering competing I felt like, oh shit I could win this motherfucker! So that’s when the confidence began I stepped on the mats a new man. My coach’s game plan worked magically. I won by submission an Americana from the mount. I rolled off with the fist pump of victory. High fived my son. Hugged my coach. Texted my wife. In the grand scheme of things, it meant nothing. But for my it was a sign that I was getting better and that I conquered that fear even if only for the day. I also got my second stripe on the belt awesome moment for me.

If life works out even close to the way I would like, one day I will be a black belt one day. I will be the new brown belt worried about competing at my new rank. I will be the black belt helping a student at a tournament who is shitting himself. I will be on those mats helping out the new kid feel comfortable and one of the family in the gym like it was done for me by my coach. I hope he’s there the day I get promoted to black belt because some percentage of that was earned by him too. And all the guys and professors at the gym beating my ass all the time making me better with each roll. So maybe I was looking at it wrong I was never going to lose alone even if I had gone by myself I had the whole crew behind me. Like my coach said to me, there’s no losing you either or you learn. But that day I happened to win, I’m grateful.

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[ Darío ]

This involves Darío's wife, Missy, and first daughter, Yurena, owned by @strangeandun-muse-ual

As much as Darío was a man used to blood, guts, and gore, he wasn't so sure that this was the same thing. He'd killed more than his fair share of people in the name of making money his family needed to survive, sure, but... Childbirth was traumatizing. 

If he was feeling this poorly over it, he didn't doubt that Missy was suffering thousands of times worse. As she strained and pushed, her hand had a crushing grip on his, and with his free hand, he tried to pet her hair off of her sweaty forehead. 

“You can do this, Canaria,” He began, his voice low and quiet but still audible. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, Missy started another push, and the doctor surprised them both with a happy gasp.

“The baby is crowning,” She said happily, and Darío had half a mind to look, but he couldn't leave his wife's side, not while she was hard-up like this. She needed him, and the baby would need him only once they were free from his wife's body.

“Just a few more,” Darío promised, and Missy looked up at him with another groan of pain on her lips. Oh, how he wished he could wipe it all away, but he knew that wasn't something he was capable of. Not dwelling on such a frivolous thought, as he was wont to do, he tuned back in to what Missy was saying. 

Another push saw another gush of fluid and Darío felt woozy. He stayed on his feet by some miracle and did what he could to lessen Missy's pain or give her something to take it out on. By the time the whole ordeal was over, his wife panted, frazzled and tired, Darío’s hand still clutched in hers, but looser now.

“I want to see her again.” Missy said quietly, looking up at her husband, “Because I think I'm going to... To fall asleep, Honey.”

“Here you are, Ma'am,” A nurse said, materializing at Missy's other side with the baby in her arms. Passing her over, she ignored the glare from the father. Darío didn't like being snuck up on.

“She's so beautiful,” Missy crooned, and Darío looked back down at them, a smile working onto his face.

“She is,” He began, chuckling softly as he reached down to touch one of her tiny little hands. With his heart swelling in his chest, he took in his wife and child with a proud smile on his lips, “You did so well, Canaria.” 

“I... It wasn't easy,” Missy admitted, though she looked up at her husband with a tired grin, “But I'm glad you were there with us. It made it easier.”

“Of course. I'd never leave you.” He didn't think that even death could keep them apart. If he had a way, he wouldn't let it.

“I know. I know. You're a good man.” Missy's smile faltered when his did, and she began again, slower, “You are a good man.”

“If you say so.” Was the half-hearted answer, and she offered him a tight, short laugh, shaking her head. His pessimism wouldn't ruin this moment for them.

“Do you want to see your daughter?”

“Si.” He nodded, carefully bending down with his arms open to take the baby into them. Darío wasn't exactly used to being gentle, he wasn't known for it, but the tender way he cradled her against his chest warmed Missy's heart.

“Hola, Yurena,” Quietly humming to the baby, he held her close to his chest, taking in her ruddy cheeks and the way her tiny hands were clenched into fists. Missy couldn’t put her finger on it, but he really looked like a father like that, even if he hadn’t have had her in his arms. They were parents, now!

“You could sing to her.” Missy offered, and the humming stopped as Darío turned to look down at his wife.

“I'm  not sure—”

“You sang to her all throughout my pregnancy, you can't get cold feet, now.”

Sighing a little bit, he nodded finally, a Spanish lullaby leaving his lips after a few seconds. Missy's eyes hung heavy, as well, and her head tipped to the side as she finally succumbed to sleep.

There was no harm in letting her rest for at least a little bit. Yurena had been fed earlier, taken for some tests, and returned to them. It gave Darío some time with his newborn daughter, keeping an eye on Missy the whole time he held her in the hospital chair beside the bed.