#i would cry if i had to make a team based on favorites though… too many silly silver and gold guys

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What about Logan meeting a reader with more dominance than him? Like what would he do, what would he want to do to them?

*giggles and wrings hands together* You've found my achilles heel mr.69

i dont know if this is what you wanted but im using this as my excuse to write FREAKY SUBMISSIVE LOGAN PORN!!!

warnings: Edging, Logan being mean and then begging on his knees a second later, i do say reader is "5 foot whatever" but if that doesnt apply just ignore it lmao, I do describe him as almost crying every now and then so if that turns u off this might be a skip

This is short (1.5k) but I love submissive men so do NOT be afraid to lmk if you want more :)

Personally, I was raised by a woman way too strong headed to ever be the stereotype of submission, and I'm sure a lot of you share the same sentiment in some way or another. I was always told to never let a man tell me what to do, and I can picture a reader being the exact same way. 

Not mean, not bullheaded or rude, but strong. Tough. Logan had expected to blow through you like he had the rest of his team (or at least how he thought he did, though he was a lot tougher in his head than in action). But when he stood up to you, all 5 foot whatever of you, it felt like you were standing eye to eye.  

You did exactly as you were taught, chin up and shoulders back as you spoke with confidence, and it easily had you slipping into positions of power in the mansion with ease. He admired you from afar for a while, watched as you seamlessly commanded a room, effortlessly organizing missions and handling insubordinate children like it was nothing.  

Logan couldn't describe where the attraction came from. Originally, he thought it was his manly man urges to take a dominant woman and make her pine for him, but you and I both know that's not why you got him going. 

If you were to ask him right now in his current scenario, he wouldn't be able to tell you which was his favorite part. Not sure if it's you under him in between his knees, looking up and fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him like has something to behold; or if it's your firm grip around his cock, effortlessly bringing him so close to the edge before you manhandle him back down to earth. 

It had only been once so far, but you had gotten him bad. Your hands all sloppy and wet working up and down his length with vigor, your filthy loudmouth a never-ending record of come on baby, let me see it, let go for me. 

All that build up, just for you to -right as he whimpers out a breathless "going to fucking cum"- halt all action and grip your flingers tightly around his base. 

It ripped a deep growl from his chest, the feeling almost painful as his finish line is so rudely ripped from him.  

He should've known, he knows you too well too have assumed he could get you all pretty on your knees without some anterior motive.  

"You want something?" You ask him innocently, that stupid pretty smile still spread across your face. He grinds his teeth as the pressure in his stomach slowly simmers down, not enough air in his lungs to formulate a response.  

You slowly start stroking him again, an agonizing pace that has his cock flushed a deep red and practically throbbing in your hand. The sound is pornographic and it's all too much for him. 

He's whining now, head thrown back and noises getting increasingly high pitched as you keep his release just barely out of his reach. If he could focus enough to use his ears, he’d hear you laughing at him. 

He so rudely tries to interrupt you, tries to bring his own hands down to just get himself there, but you wouldn't allow it. You'd make him sit on his hands if you had to, and when you grabbed each wrist and planted them next to his thighs and told him to "stay," he knew better than to disobey. 

"Gotta ask for the things you want, Wolvie." You remind him. It's just basic manners, really, frankly he should be thanking you for still touching him after being so rude.  

"Don't gotta ask for shit," He spits out through clenched teeth. 

See, that was Logans problem. He had too much fucking pride, needed someone to teach him a lesson. Guess today he needs it to be you. 

"Mm you're right, Logan," you've got a smile on your face as you speak that Logan can't read. Either way, he's scared. 

None of it matters though as your hand picks up speed and pressure, resuming your prior ministrations as your fingers suddenly massage every spot with precision. His breath is gone as his head hangs limp on his shoulders, his fingers gripping the comforter like it would save him from your attack.  

"You don't gotta do shit," You're talking but he's not listening. It's all too good, he's being hurdled towards his orgasm faster than ever, he couldn't hear your jests even if he wanted to over the pressure in his ears. He’s gonna cum, he's so fucking close, and your hands feel so fucking good so perfect and it's all so much and- 

"But neither do I," and just like that you're off him. Not like before, this time you stand up and physically take a step back from him, watching his form head to toe as he's forced to cope with his second lost orgasm. 

The groan he lets out is primal, you expect to see him start ripping the pillows and sheets with how his writhing on your bed. He’s on his back twitching, practically crying from the ache pulsing through the center of his body. It hurts, he's so desperate it physically hurts, his hips rutting into the air in search of anything. 

He has no sense anymore, no control over any of his limbs as he falls to the floor and crawls to you, the only thing he can make out in his fogged-up mind is need.  

"Please baby," He begs mindlessly, "You're so fucking mean to me," He's kissing your thighs and pulling at your hands, buttering you up and wallowing in any contact you'll give him.  

Neither of you know how it happened, know at what point in the night he broke and became a whimpering messy puppy, but God did it feel good to watch, to see him yearn for you so desperately. 

His eyes are teary eyed and hazy as he speaks, "I'll do anything princess I'm sorry," He kisses you palm and knuckles and up your wrists, "Please baby I'm sorry I'm sorry just fucking-" His hips involuntarily grind down, his thighs twitching and his hard cock bobbing between his legs. "Please touch me baby I can't fucking take it,"  

He’s a mess, his cock is leaking all over his thighs and the floor, and his lips won't leave your body, lathing kisses anywhere he can, worshipping your body as you stand still and look down at him.  

"Why can't you just behave the first time?" You ask, wrapping your fingers in his hair and gently tugging his hair back, making him look at you as he speaks.  

"Was just playin baby," He kisses the wrist of the hand in his hair, "shouldn't have teased you baby I'm sorry, please baby please," his arms are wrapped around your thighs as he nuzzles into you. It's pathetic, and if anyone else ever saw him like this he's sure he could just explode on the spot.  

"Get back on the bed." You order, taking pleasure in the way he scrambles back to his spot, his legs spread for you and his hands pressed back into their spot next to his hips. He’s disheveled, his hair falling over his face and sticking to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat covering him head to toe. Youd keep him like this forever if you could. 

You decide to take mercy on him though, the sight of him on his knees begging like a dog more than enough to satisfy your cravings. Now, all you wanted was to do was so how pretty he looked once he actually finished for you. 

You find your spot between his legs again, looking up at him all pretty just like before. God you were going to ruin him. 

"Go on. Tell me what you want," you give him one last instruction before giving in. His breath is shaky, his words coming out in a whole different tone than before. He sounds small, on the brink of tears as he whimpers out one last desperate, "please," before you spit in your hand and wrap it back around his cock.  

Instantly he's gone. He doesn't even have the energy to moan or cry, he's just paralyzed. His eyes roll back and his hand clamps over his mouth, no air left in his lungs as the most mind-numbing wave of pleasure works up from his core. He wasn't even cumming yet and it already was making him shake. 

He should've just trusted you, should've known that you'd make him feel so fucking good if he just listened. Never again, he'll never say no to you ever again. 

By the time his orgasm actually hit him, he's laid out flat on his back on the mattress, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes squeezed shut. Both his hands are wrapped in the sheets, stuck in place by his claws that slowly inch out with every rope of cum that comes from him. There's no sound until it's all out of him, your hands not stopping till he's whining and pushing you away from him. 

You watch as he recovers, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he desperately tries to get air back into his lungs, aftershocks still tumbling through him. His eyes flutter back open, not enough energy to focus on anything else though as his claws start sheathing back into his knuckles.  

He sits up as you return from the bathroom with a washcloth, gently cleaning off his stomach and anything that was coated in a thin layer of his finish. He’s sensitive, hissing and gasping as you gently clean his slowly softening length and thighs.  

Once all evidence is taken care of, you look up at him with soft eyes. He looks so amazing like this, his eyes can't focus on anything while his lips slowly pull into a big dopey grin. You let him take you in for a moment, just staying like this with him till he has the strength to speak.  

"Jesus Christ," Is all he says before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before falling back onto the bed.  

"Are you going to make it?" You tease, cuddling up under his arm where he lay and resting your head on his bicep.  

"I don't think so," He giggles, enough oxygen in his system now, enough strength in him to wrap himself around you and kiss your head. "You were a lot closer to killing me then you think,"  

You giggle and smack his chest, "keep being mean like that and next time I actually will," 

[l0v3tast3]

do you think we could get the 141 bois with a military!reader who had a guard/attack dog with them, and went out on missions with reader, and the dog got KIA’d, and reader is taking it harshly, because they grew attached to said dog?

My dog recently passed away and I kinda just.. need some 141 bois.

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✎ i'm so sorry to hear that honey :( losing an animal is a horrible pain and i hope you're doing okay!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, angst but i tried to keep it vague, otherwise pretty much just platonic fluff, not proofread

♡ to put it mildly, the 141 guys thought you were a bit weird when you first joined, along with your dog. you spent more time with the animal than you did with humans, training, doting, just generally being in the same space.

♡ eventually the team came to understand your bond together, and who doesn't love dogs? while it was always yours, it also kind of became the team's dog.

♡ so when price had to haul you over his shoulder while you screamed at him to let you go, to let you back in that ruined building, they all felt it. they felt it the entire way back to base, the absence of the waging tail and you cooing at it on the entire helicopter ride back.

♡ you try to pretend like you're doing okay for a couple of days afterward. brief smiles that didn't fit right on your sunken face, exchanging polite greetings that sounded so dull. they walk on eggshells, always unsure of what to say to help you.

♡ they wait for you to break, and when you finally do, they send kyle in first. they figure he has the best shot of conveying their empathy to you (he's just as awkward as the rest of them, he just volunteered himself to try to help you first because they were all just staring at each other when soap brought it up).

♡ he brings you a case of bottles of your favorite drink and snacks, dropping them on your desk before sitting next to you on your bed. he asks you faintly if you want to talk about it.

♡ he lets you get it out, lets you cry and rant and whatever you need in that moment while he sits with you. when your tears finally run dry and the weight in your chest doesn't feel as empty, kyle gives you a hug and rubs your back for a few moments.

♡ the other three men are waiting when he comes out, and kyle shrugs and says he thinks he helped. soap snorted and asked him "what's that mean?" and kyle explains briefly what happened.

♡ they manage to coax you out of your room the next day. ghost and price were somewhere else on the base, and kyle had taken over soap's attempt at cooking eggs (i sincerely believe soap can only cook well enough to keep himself alive while kyle is actually pretty good). they sit you down and make you eat. soap takes the credit for the eggs even though you obviously saw kyle finishing them, and it makes you laugh a bit.

♡ they drag you to sparring practice, despite your many, many protests. you find that that's where ghost and price have been. they put you up against ghost first, and you're convinced that they're trying to make you more depressed now.

♡ as soon as he's coming at you, you're in "soldier mode" again and just focus on trying not to land on your ass too hard when he throws you down. usually you're a good sport and always shake hands after the rounds, but frustration was bubbling up quick today with every time you got pinned. you found yourself putting more and more into it, until you were actually fighting, clawing, biting, doing whatever you could. ghost let you and he took it easily. it was exactly what he would have needed if he were in your position; he still didn't just let you win, though.

♡ soap doesn't really know how to help you in a big way, so he just makes sure the little things are taken care of. he helps you clean your weapons and makes sure kyle buys the right drinks for you when he sends him out even though kyle knows what to get. he sticks around you but doesn't make it seem like you're on suicide watch or anything, just that you don't have to be alone for too long. he makes sure you eat, and you always answer "yes" because you don't even want him to offer to cook for you.

♡ it takes a couple of months before you're almost back to your normal self. there's always something missing, and you still reach down to your side on instinct, but the pit in your stomach stops opening quite as wide. you learn how to remember the happy memories again.

♡ when you're ready and if you feel like it, price is the one that takes you to start looking for a new furry friend. you know everything there is to know about dogs, and he knows you know it all, but you still get lectured about what to look for and what to avoid and not to get too close in case they try to bite. basically, he just becomes your father.

♡ "not that one, 's lookin' at me funny," he'll say once you start looking at them. "that one won't even make it through the heli ride!" basically, he thinks none of the dogs here are good enough for you, even though they're all wonderful in their own ways. he almost walks away when you kneel down and start giving scratches to a pomeranian that hadn't stopped yipping since you'd walked in.

♡ while they may all be emotionally-stunted men, they know what loss is like. they'll be there for you in the ways that matter.

[xmalereader]

Simon Riley X Male Reader

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Authors Note: This was funny in my head and got inspiration from my favorite confort show: bobs burgers, theirs an episode where Bob plays a hostage during a robbery and his kids go crazy when he had to leave 🤣, I simply imagined Simon going through the same whenever he leaves has to leave. Here is a clip of inspiration.

Summary: Simon comes back to his family, reunited with his husband and kids only for his reunion to be cut short when he’s sent back out.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, kissing, dad Simon, Reader is a single father, twin kids, mentions of past memories, task 141 are great uncles, chaotic children, humor, threats.

Word count: 2.2k

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Simon was a private man, always keeping to himself and not speaking about his personal life outside of the military. Whenever the team asked if he had anyone back at home he’d simply ignore their question, changing the topic and focusing back on the mission. Imagine their surprise when his team finds out that Simon is not only married but with children too.

His husband was a single father with twins when they first met, having a daughter and a son to raise on his own wasn’t easy. The two met when the twins randomly appeared in front of Simons porch, playing with the stray cat that He’s been feeding for some time and perhaps had gotten attached to the feline. The twins were both six years old when they first saw Simon, instead of running away in fright or crying due to his large structure it was the young girl who had stood up and pointed at him while shouting. “Wow! You’re so tall!!” Simon was surprised by the child’s reaction, expecting the total opposite. It was the boy who coward away and hid behind his sister as he whimpered in fear by simons appearance but his sister acted tough and kept him safe.

It wasn’t long until Simon met Y/n. The single father would come around everyday to collect his children who continued to sneak out of the house without notice in order to play outside. Due to him being a single father he can’t help but worry for the two only to continue finding them at Simons place. Simon didn’t mind the twins coming around everyday, he mainly worked outside minding his own business but also keeping a close eye on the twins and making sure that they didn’t cause trouble or get hurt. As the two adults continued to interact their conversations grew deeper and meaningful to the point where they started dating until they finally got married.

Four years married. Simon never thought he’d feel warm in his heart again after everything he’s been through. He’d taken care of his family and loved the twins, even though they weren’t his by blood he still cared for them deeply. When simon finally got a break and was able to return back home he didn’t think that he’d see his husband and kids waiting for him close to the base. His husband had close connections to Laswell and allowed the family to wait outside the base.

The team was shocked when they saw two teenagers run up to Simon and tackle him, clinging onto his legs and arms as they cried in joy, happy to be reunited again. Everyone stares with wide eyes as Simon holds both twins up, chuckling softly at the two before his husband approached him. “Welcome home.” Y/n whispers, also pulling him into a hug and kissing the side of his balacava while Simon gives a faint smile underneath. “It’s good to be back.”

“Hey, hey! Stop hogging him!” His daughter, Briar shouts, her arms around his torso and her legs wrapped around his waist. “You’re hogging!” His son, Ren shouts back. He too, is wrapped around his arm and legs, the two holding on tight. Simon huffs a laugh, glancing at the two teens who argued with each other.

“You all forget that he married me, right?” Y/n raises a brow but the twins ignore them and continue to fight. “They never change.” He sighs out deeply. “I expected them to change after being gone for so long.” Simon is able to shake the twins off, finally free from their grip as hovering close to Y/n’s side.

It doesn’t take long for Y/n to approach his team and introduce himself to them, giving them a warm smile and a thank you from protecting his husbands back during his hard and dangerous missions. He finally meets Soap in person after hearing about him for days from Simons short calls or whenever he spent a few days back home. He already knew that Simon wouldn’t be staying for long before he’s sent out on another mission again.

After Y/n speaks with the team and gets to know them, it’s the twins who ask the most questions, especially his daughter.

“Why is your hair like that? How many people did you kill? What does your code name mean? How did you get it?”

It took Ren to drag his sister away from the men, apologizing quietly with a hint of embarrassment as he drags her away from the group and to the kitchen in order to help their father with cooking and keeping her away from talking their ears off.

“You have some kids.” Said Alejandro with a cheeky grin on his face as Simon friend under his mask. “There twins and are opposite from each other, Ren rarely does conversation but Briar can talk your ear off all day.” He didn’t know why he was telling them this but it felt nice too, letting them know a little about his family.

Ren enters the living room and asks everyone. “Does anyone have allergies? We want to make sure so that no one dies on us.” He said softly, causing Simon to release a chuckle while the others let the teen know that they don’t have any allergies before rushing back into the kitchen to continue helping.

His team and family are together and held many conversations, his husband asking about Simon and the things he did during his work while the twins sat in front of soap, asking him many questions, stroking his ego a bit whenever the twins said something that brought him pride.

The first day went by fast, everyone ate, met with each other and then left to see their own families. Simon finally felt at peace to be back home, interacting with the twins and catching up with their lives. He’d found out that Ren had made it into the fencing team at school, becoming the top of the team while Briar still continued to cause chaos, showing him a record of her detention time at school for the amount of pranks she’s caused. Y/n wasn’t too happy about the record but at long as his daughter was passing her classes that’s all that mattered to him. Which was true, even though briar caused trouble she still had good grades in all of her classes.

“ I have report due on Monday. I have to write about someone important and can’t think of anyone. It’s either between you or dad.” Briar grumbled, tapping her pencil on her notebook as she thinks while Ren plays chess with Y/n. “What about Soap? He was interesting.” Said Ren.

“Fuckin hell, you ain’t writing a report about Johnny.” Said Simon with a frown on his face while Briar laughs. “But he’s interesting and his code name ‘soap’.” She air quotes. “Has an interesting story too.”

“Do whatever you want, kid.” Y/n mumbled, focusing on the game as he hums to himself. “As long as you get the report done.” He added, making his next move and letting Ren focus back on his own side of the game. “Besides, you have all week to get the report done. Don’t stress yourself out.” Said Y/n smiling at Briar and reassuring his daughter.

“Well—“ she slams her notebook shut and tossed it aside. “I’ll deal with it later!” She jumps up from her seated spot with a smile on her face, turning to Simon. “Tell us about your work! Did you get someone important?”

“That’s classified.”

Briar pouts. “That’s stupid.”

The four of them enjoyed their time together. Simon could only enjoy their time together until it was cut short again. After being back home for a month he was being sent out again on another mission which caused him to sigh deeply. As much as he hates leaving his family behind he still had a duty to complete.

He stood in his and Y/n’s bedroom, packing up his things while Y/n sat on their bed watching him pack with sad eyes. “It’s sucks how you have to leave again.” He murmured while Simon sighs, setting his shirt inside his bag and rounding the bed to stand in front of his husband. “M’sorry my love.” He leans down to place a kiss on his forehead and then his lips, holding his husband close as the two hold each other. “Good luck on telling the twins.”

Simon groans, knowing the hell the two teens will bring once he tells them that he is leaving again. The two have grown attached to Simon as children, following him around like lost ducklings and always sticking to his side. Y/n was happy to know that his kids loved Simon and quickly accepted him as a parent when they started dating, when they announced their marriage the twins went crazy, throwing themselves on Simon as they cheered happily and were excited to have another dad in their family.

“I’ll make sure they don’t go to crazy.” Said Y/n but also smirked. “But, I can’t promise that it’ll go well.” Simon rolls his eyes, giving him another kiss and getting back to packing. “Soap will pick me up and will head out together.” He zips up his bag after and looks down at his wedding band, taking a chain out of his pocket as he slips off the ring, placing it on the chain and putting the necklace around his neck for safe keeping.

Y/n stands from the bed, walking over and sighing to himself before patting his chest. “Anyways—good luck with the kids!” His sudden mood changing to a mischievous one before leaving their room, heading downstairs to where the twins sat in the kitchen eating breakfast.

Simon had made his way downstairs with bag in hand, setting it by the door. The loud thump gets Rens attention, looking over to eye the bag and then look up to Simon before going back to the bag. His tired eyes suddenly widen in realization. “You’re leaving again?”

Briar chokes on her breakfast, coughing as she shot up from her seat. “Again?!”

“Yes, again.” Simon confirms to the twins as they stumble out of their seats and race to his side. “But you just got here!” Ren exclaimed, upset that Simon had to leave again. Simon gives Ren a sad smile, tussling his hair. “I know, but I have a duty and have to go.” He always had a warm spot for Ren, even though he was a quiet kid he also showed emotion towards current things.

The knock on their front door gets their attention, Simon reached over to unlock the door and pulling it open to see Soap on the other end, giving the Riley family and wave. “It’s time.” He tells Simon who nods in understanding.

“Wait, wait, come here.” Y/n approached his husband and kissed him again. “Be safe and don’t die.” His voice is stern and serious, he couldn’t lose someone important.

“I’ll be back.” Simon picks up his bag, but before he can follow soap out the twins cling onto him.

“I love you father!” Briar exclaimed, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. “If you die imma write my report on Soap—no, if you die I’ll write my report about you.”

“I know, I have to go—“

“No wait, dad I changed my mind don’t go!” Ren climbs onto his arm, his legs wrapped around simons left leg as he holds himself up on his arm. Simon is strong enough to balance both twins as he tries to move. “Ren—!”

“Ghost, we have to go.” Said Soap, watching the chaos unveil.

“Don’t go! Who’s gonna walk me down the aisle on my wedding?!” Shouted Briar.

“I have so many unanswered questions what is sex—!” Ren says next as the two continued to go off.

“That’s enough!” Y/n tries to remove the kids from Simon but fails.

“Shake them off, ghost!”

“I’m trying!!”

“I don’t know what sex is!”

“I love you dad!”

Simon shakes his leg, but Briar doesn’t nor does Ren when he tries to remove his arm from his grip. The twins are strong as they hold onto him, soap on the other hand tries to pry the kids off but fails miserably while Y/n wasn’t much help.

The twins continue on until Simon finally snaps. “Enough!” He shouts, stopping the twins rambling as they froze in spot, soap stares with wide eyes until y/n steps forward and whines. “Please be safe Simon, don’t leave me with these freakin kids.”

The twins finally let him go and cling onto Y/n. Briar glaring at Simon while Ren turns to soap. “You better take care of my dad or else I’ll hunt you down the same way my father hunts down his prey.” He hissed out, pointing a finger at soap with intimidation.

Soap gives a stiff nod. “Will do.” He chuckles nervously before saying his farewell and rushing back to the car. Simon shakes his head, turning to Y/n and the twins. “Don’t cause trouble.”

“No promises!” Shouted Briar, who huffed and marched back to her breakfast. Y/n chuckled and gives Simon one last wave as he watched him take his things and enter the car with soap as the two drive away from the Riley residence.

“Uh—“ Soap clears his throat. “Ren was kidding right?”

“No.”

Soap paled.

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey Player AU! Captain John Price Headcanons

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Center. Long time captain (obv.), long suffering captain. 1000+ games. Someone get this man a cup already ffs. Defensive offenseman; has like three Selke trophies.

Not a big goal scorer, under reactive cellies, does the stand and point at whoever was the assist. But he does tally a few good assists per year and his cellies for his boys are intense. A little slower these days but will not back down from a crushing hit or dropping the gloves when he makes the occasion call for it. MEAN slapshot.

Leads by example... which... can lead to some crowded penalty boxes- you do NOT cheap shot these guys. They can and will drop the gloves. Price holds his team to the same standards and isn't afraid to enforce it internally. He'll drag Soap out of a pile as many times as he needs to. They play hard and physical, but clean.

Similarly, he wants to hold the league to high standards as well. If he feels there's been too many bad calls by the refs he's ready to cut a check to the league for scalding criticism post game.

Loves his boys so much. Always yelling encouragement on the bench. Would and has run through a wall for them. Physically affectionate. Known to give a little kiss on the cheek during cellies or on the bench 🥹 Gif sets of those are very popular. We love to see it.

He's a hockey veteran though and though, made some deep playoff runs, knows his shit, knows they can win a cup.

His team may be down but they are never out. Do not turn off the game, do not leave the stadium early, because you will regret it. Price will lead the team though the most nail biting comeback you've ever seen. He's fully taken the clipboard from the assistant coach to draw up plays before and it WORKS. Down three with three minutes left? One goal per minute, easy (this is, in fact, not easy).

Gaz is set to be his predecessor for captain. Price could not be more happy about it; he took Gaz under his wing the second he was drafted. Even though their play styles aren't the same, Gaz learns a lot from Price's leadership skills.

The kids think he's trendy with the 'bucket hat'... has to explain it's not.

Not a media favorite. He doesn't use the stock hockey responses and is a little too real. Has accidentally sworn multiple times live on air :( Used to avoid interviews and pressers when he was younger, but once he took on leadership roles he had to make peace with it. He gets asked the 'why are you so pissy' comment that Drai did a couple years ago. Reporter got a death glare for that.

Yet a fan favorite. We can't help it he's so handsome!! Competency is hot!! He's loyal and passionate! What's not to love about him!

Locker room menace- walks around naked and does not give a fuck. Much to the chagrin of the media. (Pls one shot of his ass just one please we're begging you)

Hockey hair status: yes with his facial hair. Keeps the chops shorter during the regular season, but lets it all grow for the playoffs

Roster pic status: he's giving that one face. His promo videos are also 😵‍💫

Mic'd up: he'll do it and knows people like his voice (for some reason?) but he doesn't prefer it

WAG status: has been with the same women for years and years. She enjoys games with the other girls, but doesn't party as much as she used to. His family was SO cute at his 1000th game ceremony 🥹 

His number WILL be retired one day and I WILL cry at the ceremony.

After retirement will stick around to coach, probably after taking a few years off to be with his family.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative. (Read as self insert if you so desire). Hockey Price is somewhat based on my previous fav (now retired) player Mikko Koivu.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Gaz

[mickmundy]

demoman headcanon thread! a kind anon on twitter asked if i had any thoughts on him, and since he is one of my favorite mercs... i definitely do! :-) i hope you enjoy! <3

demo is one of the most selfless of the mercs! he's smart, capable and just because he has a great sense of humor doesn't mean he's stupid! he's just as fun to party with as he is to make bombs with... either way, the chemistry is explosive!

speaking of weird science, i don't think there can be any science party without demo! he'd undoubtedly have SO much in common with medic and engineer, and would converse with them often about what they're all working on!

tavish is a great one to have around, no matter who you ask. he adjusts himself around who he's hanging out with: a rowdy night out with scout and solly? he's in! a quiet night around a campfire with engineer and sniper? of course!

quick to forgive. gah, there are other things to worry about in life! water under the bridge and so on! just don't make it a habit, lad! he's a generous spirit and isn't above settling things with a good talk... or a fight! ha!

absolutely a great listener. is able to give you honest advice, or crack a joke to lighten the mood and make you laugh! that said, he loves making people laugh. i think he likes it best when everyone's having a good time! always has a quip or a fun anecdote or story to share with people!

workaholic! but that can be said for a lot of the mercs. takes a lot of pride in what he does and takes his job very seriously! don't let his good sense of humor fool you into thinking he's unprofessional!

prefers to be the one helping, not the one needing help! i think he'd be quick to divert attention away from himself if the conversation got Too personal for him. is Reluctant to accept help, but not unwilling, and will always be grateful!

when he's comforting someone, he always seems to know the perfect balance of humor, a gentle touch, and good advice. you might have a good cry with him, but he'll make sure you leave with a laugh!

big on family/loyalty. values the team's lives as his own and will do anything he can to make himself useful! i think he and sniper became their closest after his parents died; demo checked in on him often once they returned back to the base, and sniper never forgot his kindness.

i think he loves literature! i have a running headcanon that spy, heavy, engineer and demo all meet up for a book club meeting every so often! ^_^ enjoys fiction and nonfiction pretty equally, but knows a great deal about mythology of all kinds!!

puts a lot on himself. wants to make his family proud, do right by his mom and make sure everyone is taken care of. very sensitive to the needs of those around him! he's a big softie!

i also love to think about him playing piano... him and spy love playing classical tunes together, or if he's hanging around medic, they'd absolutely make some ruckus with dueling pianos!! HEH

briefly mentioned above, but is a very talented chemist. frequently consults with sniper (natural remedies) and medic (clinical killing tips) and engineer (manmade remedies and killing tips). knows a decent amount about respawn technology and engineer's sentry technology too!

is very touchy-feely. will always greet you with a clap on the back or a tousle of the hair or a smack upside the back of your head (if you're scout!) and a jolly laugh! very warm, rough hands... he knows when to give a tender pat or a loving whack!

loves tropical birds! teaches his macaw how to talk and swear at the mercs!! calls archimedes 'archie' (to which medic gives a Frown. he names his birds with intention!)... even though ol' archie enjoys his company very much! :-)

isn't a great driver, but can sail a boat blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back (according to him)! he can drive the mercs home from a long night at the bar without a problem, but on long road trips he prefers if someone else takes the wheel... preferably sniper!

has very low spice tolerance. the other mercs have been trying to build him up over time with some decent success though! but all in all he'll always prefer the flavor of his own traditional dishes!

the other mercs have fun pranking him with really spicy foods. once he puts out the fire in his mouth, he thinks it's pretty funny and gives them credit for being able to trick him!

talks with his hands and often slams them down on the table (or his own thighs) when talking! very animated, always a joy to listen to whether he's yelling at you or laughing with you!

very social, but can also enjoy some alone time now and then. greasy food, a comfortable chair and his comfy pants are great company sometimes... with a bottle of his favorite scrumpy of course! even if he prefers to share his "quiet time" with someone else, too!

often converses with sniper and engineer about parental hangups and living up to what their families raised them to be like. they take it hard, but he loves his family, even if being a demoman isn't always easy!

demo's a liquor connoisseur, but not just for the taste! it's all about chemistry! he can taste a drink and be able to break down its composition down to the real nitty gritty... and recite it to you if you ask!

can always tell when spy cooks with wine, and exactly what type and how much! sometimes spy tries to throw him off, but tavish's instinct is never wrong! can taste something and break down the exact makeup of it, which spy and heavy appreciate when they cook!

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action 6

Chapter 6: Strange Dream, New Favorite Memory

TW: Heavier Angst. Scout has some awful, awful brothers. But Spy is a real one.

Jeremy went to bed in a better mood than he’d had in a long time. He was so glad that the new Spy was such a nice guy. And such a great cook too. Though, somethin was going on and he didn’t feel like making food. And from how the newbie was actin, it was something serious.

Well, it wasn’t Scout’s business, so he decided not to tell the others unless he had to. They really weren’t the type to badger Spy into cooking for them.

Jeremy felt so relaxed and lost in thought that he crawled right up in that bed without realizing it. It surprised him when he found himself curled up in his blanket. He hadn’t wanted to sleep in a hot minute, even on the night he cried. Aw Hell, he wan’t complainin.

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The dream started out with an old recurring nightmare of his. It was one he’d gotten used to a long time ago, so it was more annoying than scary. Especially since he had to sit through it before anything interesting and new happened.

Jeremy dreamt that he died, and none of his stupid brothers cared. Ma was real upset, and trying to get his funeral and stuff sorted out, but none of his siblings would help. They definitely weren’t gonna cry over him. Cause he’s the runt. Runts die all the time, it’s just piddly women who bother to feel bad and save them. Whatever.

Since it was such an old dream, current Scout could still have his opinion on what was goin on, but his younger self was the character in the dream and reacted like he always did back then. He was cryin and trying to help Ma from beyond the grave, since there wasn’t a **** brother man enough to make it easier on her. And he didn’t know about Spy yet, so he wasn’t with the brothers ignoring Jeremy’s death.

It looked like Scout woke up, but all his stuff was laid out like when he first got hired at RED. He got up and went to the bathroom so he could splash water on his face and hide his tears. It worked, but he wasn’t getting a hold’a himself right so he wandered into the hall.

People were always used to Jeremy being loud. Most never knew he could be quiet. Younger Scout aimlessly made his way around base and tried not to wake the rest’a the team. Then he noticed a light.

Spy’s smoking room. The door was slightly cracked, so he could let smoke out and stink up the rest of base with it. But that meant Spy was awake, the only teammate who would be at that hour. Medic was crazy, but he’d never give up a chance to round up the doves and go to sleep to ‘em making their weird bird noises. Engineer needed all the sleep he could get. But Scout knew from those 6 months in prison that Spy didn’t sleep most nights.

His younger self hesitated near the door, tryin to decide whether he should be a baby and talk with Spy, or keep walkin. Before he could make up his mind, the door opened and he locked eyes with Spy. They stared at each other with the same amount’a surprise. Younger Jeremy choked out something, anything to fill the loud silence.

“Aw, crap. Am I that noisy?” “Not in the slightest. But people in this line of work learn to feel eyes on them.” **** invisible show off. Younger Scout nodded to try and play it cool, and started to walk away so the deadbeat couldn’t see he’d been cryin.

“Would you like to come in?” He paused. Older Jeremy remembered that he didn’t always know he could go in the smoking room, or that anyone else on the team was allowed in there. This must have been during that time, cause his younger self looked at Spy with hopeful eyes.

The musty, smokey wooden room was nothing special to the current Scout, but his younger self was looking around like a kid in a candy store. Spy pulled over another chair and gestured for him to sit. Young Jeremy did, but went quiet afterwards. He didn’t know what to say.

Back then, he was afraid that the other teammates would laugh at him like his brothers. Or worse, think he was so weak that he should be fired, and then he’d be back in Boston stuck in his cycle of getting hired and fired. And Ma probably wouldn’t be surprised. He couldn’t look Spy in the eye.

“I presume that whatever is bothering you, you would prefer not to speak of it with a shady Spy.” Not a selfish *** deadbeat like you. Older Scout thought. Spy looked at his side table and there was a smaller cutting board with meat, cheese and bread.

“Perhaps this is not a time for eating, but you’re welcome to this if you can stomach it.” Younger Jeremy didn’t say anything for a minute. “Nothin’s wrong. I just can’t sleep.” His voice was firm and harsh, but he and Spy didn’t believe his weak lie. Spy chose the fast-food parenting route of talkin even though Scout wasn’t in the mood.

”You would not be the first. Many mercenaries uninvolved in wars prior to joining RED have suffered nightmares when they arrive. The feeling of respawning is a difficult thing to get used to.” Jeremy flinched and stared into the fire. Spy shrugged and got up.

“I may have something that will help.” The old fart poured him a glass of scotch and offered it to him. Younger Scout hesitated to take it, knowin it was fancy stuff. “Trust me, there is nothing you could possibly do drunk in here that the Demoman or Soldier has not.” That convinced him enough to take the cup and down the alcohol like medicine. He found the fire more relaxing after it kicked in.

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Jeremy woke up with the dream still on his mind. That didn’t usually happen unless… it was one of those dopey “half-memory type dreams”. He stared at his door and groaned as he realized it was a real memory. Back in Siberia he had a more twisted dream about himself waddling around on the carpet as a baby, with his Ma and current Spy seducin each other. Gross.

He checked the clock and decided it was late enough that he could go to the training room without wakin folks up and getting yelled at. He’d go punch something and get this dumb memory out of his mind in no-time.

A few hours later, new Spy came in with a stabbing knife and no shirt. Jeremy didn’t look at first, but his stupid need to compare himself to other guys drove him to study Spy more close.

New Spy was tall and skinny, but he was no toothpick. He had abs and broad shoulders, with arm muscles that poked out more than Jeremy’s ever did. He hated the part of him who got jealous of people his age. At least with Sniper, he smelled like pee and looked old as Hell, so Scout could bury his annoying thoughts easier. Otherwise they never shut up.

Engineer came in, but not to train. “Scout? There’s somebody tryin’a call ya. You got time to answer?” He nodded. It was probably Ma callin to check up on him, or Pauling with a new task.

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Jeremy took a deep breath. Ma had probably heard from Spy about what happened, but she hadn’t tried to confront him over it. He wasn’t gonna complain about Spy or act pitiful about getting rejected by Pauling. Nobody knew about that, not even Ma. The nice thing was, if Pauling did call him and shut down any attempt to talk to her like she had always done before, he wouldn’t have to play normal so long.

“Hey, this is Scout. What’s up?” “Ay tiny! Guess who?” Kevin. One of his three crappier brothers. Ma musta tried to put him up to callin, so he could be nice for once and check up on him. He kicked himself for not calling her more the past few weeks, she musta been worried. They only bothered to speak to him if he was in Boston and failed to time it right so he could visit Ma in peace.

He wished it was Frankie or one of the other “I got better and now you’re all below me” brothers. They would at least pretend to care, on principle. But Kevin was still a gang member and all around jerk.

“Say hey, Danny and Pete are here too!” Oh great, all three gang brothers together to mock him in one place! “Dan. Petey.” Jeremy was starting to wonder if Ma was trying to tell Frank or somebody to call him, and his idiot brothers overheard. They probably stole her phone or locked her outta the house just to pull this. But maybe not. Maybe they weren’t in a chatty mood.

“Aw, don’t be like that pipsqueak, we’re ‘worried’ about ya! Ain’t we fellas?” Kevin said in his sarcastic tone. The others chimed in with just as fake’a friendliness. That meant they were definitely in a chatty mood. Whatever they knew, it mayst been hilarious to them. Jeremy needed to be ready to stop himself from reacting to their jabs.

“What do you want, Kev. I have work to do.” Scout was a lot better at lying now, and being over the phone helped. The sooner he hung up without giving them more ammo to make fun of him, the better.

“Heard ya finally found yer daddy. What kinda thing is he? A gnome? A bunny rabbit?” Yeah, Ma wouldn’t’a told them on purpose. He hoped she couldn't hear them, since she dated that bozo once. It wasn’t right to clown on Spy around her.

“He’s a cigarette, actually. One that got sun-bleached in a dirty parking lot. It’s a miracle I don’t smell like him.” They wanted him to get mad, and he wasn’t gonna give them the satisfaction. He needed to stay calm and keep firing back like it didn’t matter to him.

“Ay Mi-Mi, did ya stomp him into the pavement? I wanna see how that went down!” They were just gonna keep digging for a nerve the longer he talked to them. But if he hung up at the wrong time, It’d show that they’d found one. And then they’d never shut up.

“Naw, but he musta been scared that I was gonna; rolled right into a dirty sewer drain like a coward. Squealed like a piggy on his way out.” That turned out to be exactly the wrong thing to say. The phone erupted into mocking cackles and loudly echoed in the hall outside the training room.

“Bruh, he left! Oh my God, he still didn’t want ya!” Jeremy froze, which only left them without a response and let them know they had finally gotten to him. But he had to be quiet or he was gonna cry or start yelling, and that would only make them more satisfied with what they said.

More heartless laughter and insults rattled out of the phone, and Scout was so distracted that he didn’t notice new Spy until he leaned in to talk into the speaker.

“Oh bonjour, je m’inquietais du manque de batards dans la base.” He said it in a weirdly happy tone, like the young version of an old lady who people make fun of ‘cause she can’t hear em. Scout didn’t know much French, but he knew old Spy used to curse more in that than in English, and “batards” was one of the rarer ones.

Jeremy found himself handing over the phone and staring as the new guy got insulted by his brothers. Spy kept respondin by sayin things that had to be insults, but in that same goofy higher pitched tone. And what was funny was that his brothers were too stupid to figure it out. They just assumed he was a dumb foreigner that they coulda robbed if he was there in Boston.

“Hell yeah, keep talkin little man! You one’a Scout’s dopey friends or somethin?” This time, Spy turned to Jeremy right before replying. “Vous etes tellement immonde que vous plonger dans le beurre comme escargot creerait une bouillie brune. Rat des rues degoutant.” Newbie hunched over and curled his free hand like a big New York rat while he spoke.

Scout tried so hard not to snicker at that, but when his brother started running his mouth again, Spy swung his hips like a sassy lady and made the funniest face he’d ever seen in his life. He burst out laughing so hard that his annoying brothers could hear it.

“Ay! What’s so funny?” Spy leaned against the wall and then posed like a toddler with his butt out and his free arm dangling. “Mon Dieu, le petit frere t’a offense, mon petit cochon? Quel dommage qu’il s’amuse de tes reniflements.”

Jeremy could not stop laughing, and could barely breath. The new guy was still takin that fake cheerful tone with Kevin, who was getting angrier and angrier. And hearing him getting butt-hurt made him and the other two less… heavy on him. Not like they were scary, just less of a hurdle. They were getting clowned on by a skinny French guy with real long hair.

Young Spy walked like a sheepish and ditzy housewife from TV and cupped his hand over the phone, like he was tryin to stop the brothers from hearing. But he spoke up real good. “Oh la la, je crois que la poubelle est en train de s’offusquer. C’est preseque commes s’il pouvait me comprende!”

“Now listen here, you stupid Frenchie! I know you can understand us! What’s your problem?” Spy suddenly looked angry, and Scout realized he’d been angry this whole time, and mocking his brothers was how he’d been dealing with it. He started talking in pitch perfect English and his naturally deeper voice.

“No, you listen street filth. You have a wonderful brother that is a competent mercenary and good friend to his team. And I am very much thankful that we got him instead of any of you. How dare you talk to him like he’s nothing? You are lucky that I caught you instead of the others here, because I do not want you dead for this. But Scout has friends here that could outperform your precious gang and you, no contest.

Do not call this number again, do you understand? I know you will say something hateful and stupid, and somebody scarier than me will hear it and come after you. And believe me pal, this Mercenary company can make sure you’re never found. Adieu!”

And with that, Spy roughly hung up the phone. Jeremy couldn’t help but notice that he’d switched from his thick French accent to a perfect Bostonian one somewhere in the middle of his threat.

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Merriam got her phone back from her three problem sons, who were acting all jumpy. They said some crazy French guy got on the phone with them and threatened them about joking with Scout.

Something was wrong. Antoine would never threaten her boys, even though she knew they deserved it. But from the details she forced outta them, he was acting like his younger self. Back before they dated, they were already friends and he would go to the bar with her.

He used to do the “naive foreigner” routine on guys at the bar that tried to start fights or wouldn’t leave her alone. It freaked them out because he’d switch from a real cheerful harmless tone in French to dead serious and speaking proper English. He stopped doing that years ago.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t contacted her in four weeks. She made up her mind to call his wife and let her know.

What did young Spy say to Scout’s trash brothers? [Used a translator, so this might be off.]

Oh hello, I was worried about the lack of *******s on base.

You are so foul that drenching you in butter like a snail would create brown slop. You disgusting street rat.

My oh my, did the little brother offend you piggy? How awful of him to be amused by your snorting.

Oh dear, I think the trash is getting offended. It’s almost like he can understand me!

[tansyuduri]

Top Ten TV

Rules: Game: Add 10 gifs from your favorite shows and tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @godmerlin Thank ya so much! SOO

My love! My favorite! I adore you so much! Merlin until recently was a show I would rewatch every year. THEN one of my RP servers when down for months and my mind was like HEY YOU NEED DOPAMINE KNOW THAT SHOW? It's a special intrest now. Merlin and Arthur were always my favs. But I read two merthur fanfics, realized hey this actually worked, watched the show with new eyes, decided to write a small oneshot. And then It was not a one shot, And then there was a sequal and a prequal... then I was writing more stuff! This show showed me I could write again after a long time thinking I could not.

My second favoirite show is Avatar the Last Airbender I guess and my fav character is actually Aang. I like his nonconfrontationalness I kinda also have that trait and you do not often see it in fiction.

(Now from here on out they don't really have an order?

I really like the show The Tudors. I don't require historical accuricy in shows about the time period that is a special interst to me. I can enjoy the shows seperatly and be like that did not happen! But the tudors is weard because it is very much NOT historicaluy accurate as a whole but somtimes, Dialouge and scenes are pretty much ripped from the firsthand acounts of the period. This is also the show were both Natalie Dormer and Henry Cavill got their start. Fun fact Katie McGrath was actually working on costume design on this show and someone told her she should try acting. She got a very small role in the show then went on to land Morgana in Merlin. ALSO this show makes me cry so MUCH

I didn't get into Shadow and Bone on my first try. After season two aired I tried is again with a freind of mine and loved it. I'm so upset it was canceled!

With Brigerton I actually started with the Spin off Queen Charlotte (I'm counting spin offs and their original show as the same show usually so I can have more shoes listed here WHEEEE.) Anyhoo Queen Charlotte won me over with it having a romantic male lead with mental Ilness. and I enjoyed it! So I watched Brigerton too. Eloise is pretty much teenage me.

The boys and Gen V got me with its plot and commantary on American society. Alright it kinda helps that I've never really liked the idea of super heros. This is pretty much the only superhero media I consume along with one animated show my sister had me watch once. My favorite from the original Series is Hughie and my fav from Gev V is Jordan.

Okay so yeah! Dr Who. I stopped watching shortly after 11 left and came back for 14 and 15. My fav doctors are 11 and 15 so far! I adore Martha and Donna the best.

So The Last Kingdom was a show that my freind really liked and we watched together. I hated Uhtred in season 1 but came to enjoy him later. I LOVED These two in the gif, I WAS HERE FOR THEM SHIPPING THEM IN THE LAST SEASON. You know how that turned out if you watch the show. I have never hated on a character as much as I did on a certain king. THEM. <3

I am very much enjoying House Of The Dragon. I was a GOT fan until the end season even if it started going downhil before that. No I am not team black or team green. I can see both viewpoints. So I'm just here to watch people freak out over it. And enjoy it myself. And Cheer for Healana while waiting in dred due to having read the book it's based on. I'm upset the seem to have gotten rid of Nettles though.

Derry Girls is the show on this list I watched most recently. I did not really like the first episode but from there I adored them all. Clare and Orla are my Favs. But the entire cast is great.

@shana-rosee @tiny-and-witchyn @poisonedfate @theroundbartable @247merthur

@saurix5 @akelafang @kairenn-n @kadenemrys @pendragonsclotpole

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

If These Walls Could Talk

From “Control” - Full Story in progress on AO3!

Phillip Graves x Reader Summary: You and your commander have been sneaking off with one another for awhile now. No expectations. No strings attached. A reasonable agreement at the time. Though the want for more intimacy gnaws at you lately. You wonder if it gnaws at Graves too.

Warning(s): 17+, Mild Smut (It’s not insanely graphic but people are definitely doin’ the nasty), some swearing Word Count: 2.5k Tags: Mild smut, angst, fluff, FWB, Shadow Company Reader

A/N: ’m typing this without an outline or plan, so I hope this makes sense and everything is coherent! This serves more as set up for the next chapter. Can be read as a standalone. Enjoy~ (^-^)>

Masterlist

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Chapter Two - These Walls

Two Months Later...

Boundaries. You reminded yourself time and time again. Boundaries.

Boundaries were the lifeline between you and your commander -- the start of every meeting, and the end to every unneeded feeling.

There would be no kissing outside of the bedroom. PDA was strictly forbidden. You couldn’t make a habit of spending the night, and the pillow talk needed to be cut down by a good 50 notches. Outside of your needs in the bedroom, the bare minimum was expected. You two weren’t dating, you were fucking. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he was your commander.

You weren’t meant to think about the future, nor did you two need to talk about it, because what you two were doing should have been temporary to begin with. This was just sex. And if it starts to feel like something else, something you can’t handle, then you needed to end it. Otherwise he'll do it for you. It's what you both agreed to.

At least with rules you could still work as a team. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if the Commander of Shadow Company and his second in command were playing favoritism with each other on the battlefield. You still had jobs to do, and you wouldn’t forgive yourself if either of your careers were ruined because of this. Thus, the boundaries were needed, as was the secrecy. It suit you two just fine.

Boundaries were everything. Without them, this would have stopped after the third night. And with them, the sky was the limit. They were fun to push, and fun to fantasize breaking. And yet, they were the root to all your current anxieties, and the shadow that loomed over you on recent nights.

You feared what it would mean if those boundaries were to break.

A sharp, sensual gasp leaves your lips, as you hug your arms around Graves’ bare torso. You wrap your naked legs around him like a sloth clinging to a tree, pulling the man deeper in you. He bites your neck, just barely keeping in that sudden moan that wanted to surface.

It's cute how he tried hiding them.

You feel a hand snake up from your hip. It brushes over your skin like he were a cartographer mapping out every detail of you, stopping at the base of your neck, where his fingers amply wrap around. He squeezes roughly, catching your breath with his thumb. As the air hitches in your throat, it sends a rush through you. A wave of ecstasy strikes like a match in your body, as soft moans begin bubbling involuntarily out of you.

Feeling how responsive you are to his touch brings him to lift his head from where he’d had it buried in the crook of your neck, his face now hovering inches above yours. Each time he moved against you his breath would shake, his grip tightening around your neck, while his other arm embraced you.

Graves' stamina surely stands the test of time, as it always seemed to. 

His body was so much warmer than yours, his muscles flexing against you, tensing up with desire. It makes tears well up at the corners of your eyes, the sensations he released crashing out of you like storm-riddled waves, twisted and violent. He found your sweet spots with such ease; you saw yourself growing more addicted to his touch each time.

You cry out a proper moan now. 

Graves’ nose brushes against yours. “I love your moan.”

Love. It echoes in your head for a moment. He always used the word so casually.

“Come here,” you ordered, using your hand to push his head back down to yours. He did so without argument, proceeding to devour your mouth with his, leaving you with passionately sloppy kisses. Drunk with lust.

It wasn’t often you had sex in the missionary position. It felt too intimate at times, seeing each other so exposed. Or at least that’s how it felt for you. Every now and again. Graves never let slip where his mind was though. Not in a way that was easy to see. 

You feel Graves pull his mouth from yours again, keeping himself close enough for your lips to brush one another, both panting. Low moans escape his mouth into yours. He says with a shaky whisper, “I can't get enough of you, baby."

You do your best not to take his words to heart.

You take your hands and cup the sides of his face, tangling your fingers in his hair. This brings a pause to Graves' talking. His eyes lock on yours, lost in his own thoughts just as you were. You can't help but study them, curiously, wondering what you might find in his gaze.

If the eyes were a window into the soul, then Graves' were rose-colored -- easy to get lost in all the pretty shades of red.

You've all but grown used to the routine you've created. At times your nights together were quick and unceremonious, a small way for the two of you to shed yourselves from your respective roles. Other times, it was long and greedy, starved for the touch of another human. Mostly your time together was transactional -- no matter how sweet Graves’ words could sound in your ear. He was having fun, and so were you.

You only wished he’d keep the sweet nothings to himself. Why say them if he didn't mean them anyway?

You’d only repeat his honeyed words back to him, like a mirror, your promises just as empty. And he’d listen to you say them, taking some sort of joy from it, smiling like he wanted to believe you too. Perhaps he was merely a flirt, or maybe he derived enjoyment from pretending to mean his words. His empty flattery proved difficult to shut out, all the same.

His movements grow more hard and rapid. You can tell he’s close. As a way to do your part in pleasing him, you moan more, wrapping yourself around him. That gets him good. You feel his body shake as he lets out a sharp moan, his weight crashing onto you. Out of breath. Finished. His heart racing against yours.

Graves rolls off from on top of you in a huff, as you both take a few seconds to yourselves.

The ceiling above your head was a cold, off-white, as the warm orange glow from the lamps at your bedposts keep away the creeping night. The hotel room you stayed at was shabby and cheap, the lint-littered covers you pulled over yourself smelling of old detergent.

This room welcomed loneliness. It just barely was a step up from either of yours’ current living spaces back on base.

You watch the dust above your head glint in the lamplight. It stirred restlessly, quickly disappearing in the dim streams of light. Each replaced by a new spec. A miniscule thing to concern yourself with, one which made you feel incredibly small.

Your heart thumped in your ears, as you suddenly grew aware of the way your chest would rise and fall as you breathed. You kept waiting to hear Graves sit up and dress himself like he usually did afterwards. Lately it’s been quicker than not. You waited and waited, your eyes glued to the ceiling. Instead, you hear him sigh. Odd.

You tilt your head slightly, peeking over at your commander, who’s eyes bounced around methodically above his head, expression a mix between wistful and low. The lamplights outline the profile of his face like a low spotlight.

Something was wrong.

You don’t know what came over you -- some selfish, innocent impulse -- you roll over and begin to comb your fingers through his hair, your nails gliding softly against the crown of his head, as you rested your chin on your other arm. He closes his eyes, and in a surprisingly intimate manner, nuzzles his head more into your hand.

You felt 48 hours of stress shed from his shoulders just from how he sighed to himself. It brings a giggle from you. “That bad, huh?”

Graves cracks a smile and finally looks at you. "Oh It was just the worst ,” he says sarcastically.

In moments like these, you found it easy to imagine how things could be if either of you allowed yourselves to be vulnerable. Graves was kind when he wanted to be, and tender without having to be told. Once the uniforms were removed, the only part of the Shadows that remained in you two were the ones you both knew well enough to keep buried deep.

He never pried, and neither did you. And each night spent together you watched him give himself to you completely, as you did the same for him. His full, undivided attention for a solid hour or two. Who knew how precious that could be.

Yet there was something behind his eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Though you stew on it for a good minute first, you work up the courage to bring yourself to ask him.

“What are you thinking about?”

Graves pauses. It wasn’t often you two talked after you were finished. Not about anything that mattered. “Oh, you know,” he sighs. “Tomorrow.”

“Ah.” You needn’t be reminded.

The investigation.

Since the assassination of Ghorbrani, Laswell and General Shepherd have worked together to monitor rising tensions within the area; retaliation of some sort was to be expected after all. Recent intel suggests something troubling however -- a sudden uptick in AQ activity.

They’re said to have been gathering at a few key locations, and may even be sitting on a stockpile of weapons. Who supplied this to them is currently unknown. Whatever the case may be, if your enemies are trading weapons, then they’re planning to use them. And it was your job to stop it. Thus, you and the rest of Shadow Company were providing aid on the mission.

General Shepherd deemed it necessary, given your history. Or so that’s how it looks on the surface. In reality, you knew the real reason Shepherd wanted the Shadows on the job, and it wasn’t just because of your skills as a unit.

Operation Black Bag. A mission gone wrong, with stakes that could not afford such failure. The missiles had been meant for your allies fighting the Russians; yes it was off-the-books, but it had been to help. For all the good that brought. 

The whole mission was a disaster, your brothers all executed in an ambush by rival contractors the Ultranationalists had hired. Once the dust had settled and the Shadows had been slain, there was no sight of the missiles, which were now loose in hostile territory. To say you shit the bed would be putting it lightly.

And now two weeks later, Al-Qatala are suddenly more armed than before and have started organizing something. That can’t be a coincidence.

"Any idea what they'll have us doing?" You ask.

"More than likely they'll split us up into smaller teams," he said. "Spread us around, have us look into different things all at once. Shepherd's not too keen on making this longer than it needs to be."

"Yet there’s something else.”

Graves didn’t reply.

He avoids your eyes, staring up at the ceiling, where the dust continues to glide across the tiny light-beams. You can’t help but sympathize with his silence, even as it creates a storm of emotions in you. You could only imagine how he was feeling right now.

You’ve watched the world close in on Graves these past two weeks, its toll more and more prevalent each passing day. Shadow Company was his investment, his life,  his pride and joy. And soon he might lose everything. The fact that one botched mission could mean the end of all the grueling years he’s spent getting to where he is today nearly drove him to dark place. That’s when he seemed to come to you the most lately.

If word got out about your secret operation, it wouldn’t be a good look for your company. Scratch that. It would be professional suicide.

This new assignment could be a chance to fix that mistake -- a chance to find those missiles and take them out of circulation. If there is a connection with AQ and the stolen weapons, the best thing they could do right now was be ahead of things and take control of this situation. They do that, they can bury their involvement and reap the benefits of a job well done.

Everything was riding on these next few missions. 

"Phillip," you continue to comb through his hair, feeling him melt in your palm. This brings his eyes back to you. "I think we’ve reached a point where we can be honest to each other, no? If only a little. What's wrong?"

You hadn’t expected him to answer. You wouldn’t have held it against him if he didn’t want to either. You see him rack over a few thoughts though, before his mouth opens.

"This is all just a real shitty situation," he started. "If I'd been more prepared for an ambush, or maybe just sent more men with them, then we wouldn't be in this fucking mess."

"You did all you could to make sure things went right," you say. "There was nothing more you could do."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't enough."

"Hey,” You rest your hand on his arm, lightly squeezing reassuringly. Your thumb rubs soft circles in his skin. For a moment you wanted to stop playing around, no longer caring if it made you appear more invested than you should be.

“Don't think like that," you continue. "We have a chance to fix this, and I'm right here with you, every step of the way, yeah? I'll make sure we get through this."

He sighs again, and reaches over to grab hold of your hand, his fingers curling between your own. He brings your hand close enough to where he can plant delicate kisses against your wrist, feeling his breath tickle your sensitive skin. "You're a sweetheart, Y/N.”

Your heart skips a beat at his compliment.

You crawl over and rest your head on your commander’s chest, wrapping yourself over him like a weighted blanket. His arms wrapped back over you, beginning to trace little lines in your back, the room growing comfortably silent.

His heartbeat steadied. Overtime his body relaxed, his breathing softly growing even. He may have fallen asleep, but you couldn’t be sure. You only focused on the sensation of the man beneath you, experiencing every second you could with him. Your tired eyes kept looking at that off-white wall. You didn't want the night to end.

Maybe Graves felt that way as well. He hasn't left yet either. You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t want to know. You only take what you can from this.

Perhaps this could be enough  -- no defined lines, no clear destination… no true feelings explicitly declared. You let your bodies speak for you, and let his words lull you into a comfy state of delusion, just as much as your own words did to him.

You didn’t want to ask him how he felt. You didn’t want his answer to ruin things. Nothing you two said or did needed to mean anything. If it did, then consider yourselves lucky to have had that. Tomorrow's mission is what matters most now.

What you currently have going is enough. 

You wanted it to be enough.

...Chapter Three Here!

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @ppeonppeonhan @wen-kexing-apologist and @troubled-mind a while ago and finally found the peace in mind to answer these quetions. The holidays are always a stressful time and it feels like I don't have any time for myself to do things... I heard it gets worse the older you get and now I am afraid the next years are going to be over in a blink of an eye 😅 There are so many things I want to do! Anyway, thank you for the tag! 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My parents liked the name and that is the whole story 😊

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago I watched Howl's Moving Castle and was crying like a baby. I love this movie and what it does to me!

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't want to have kids. I like them, I love my niece and nephew, but I don't want my own.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have played softball (Pitcher and Third Base) until I moved and didn't like the local team. So I stopped. I did a little bit Krav Maga, but stopped after my friend stopped too. Yeah, I don't like doing such things on my own.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes. Often and with pleasure.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It depends? Like appereance wise I guess a facial thing that stands out for me and as soon as I talk to them I listen to their tone and how they talk to me and others.

7. What’s your eye color?

Bluish with a hint of grey and yellow.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate scary movies. The last scary movie I watched was The Grudge 2 and that fucked with my brain. After the Exorcist I couldn't sleep in peace for a long time. So no horror for me. I do love Vampires and Witches and don't mind those scary movies and Sc-Fi is totally fine with me too - I love the Alien movies, could watch them over and over again (Part 2 is my favorite), but I hate movies like Event Horizon... So I go with happy endings. I love happy endings, but I have watched enough queer movies to appreciate a good sad ending in the right setting. Not every fucking story needs a sad ending, movie industry! There are happy queer stories! Tell them please! One reason why I love bl so much 😊

9. Any talents?

I try to be more self-confident, so: I have many different talents. I have a talent for seeing the beauty in a bad situation. I can comfort my friends and family and give them good advices and make people laugh. I have a talent to learn. I do have different talents and I am proud of them and I would love others to see themselfes with more patience and love and kindness to own their talents, to be proud of them, even though they think, this is lame or nothing special.

10. Where were you born?

Germany. This should be enough information.

11. What are your hobbies

Whatching beautiful series and talk about them or photoshop the shit out of my favorite scenes. And I do have a life besides all that (even if I don't know how I manage to have social contacts with this many shows to watch 😅). But I do Journaling (Bullet Journal and Junk Journal) and I play some "The Dark Eye" and other pen & paper roll-playing games with my friends.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I always wanted a cat, but I just realised this isn't a good idea. I love to travel and I don't want my pet to be stressed because there are other people coming to their home to feed them and don't play with them and so on. And I work fulltime and won't have that much time for the pet. I do take care of the pets from friends, but most of the times I just move to their homes for the period and spend the days and nights with their beloved pets so they don't feel lonely. It is like a little vacation for me too 😅

13. How tall are you?

I am a tall girl.

14. Favorite subject in school?

German, sports, philosophy and arts.

15. Dream job?

I had so many over the years. But right now I dream of having my own little queer book store with one or two cats and coffee, tea and hot chocolate for the customers and on weekends I would sell selfmade cookies or cake. That would be so lovely.

I don't know who of you already done this one. I am still tagging you and if you have, please just tag me in a comment so I can read a little bit about you 🥰 And as always: If you don't want to play along, just ignore me 🤍 @pose4photoml @leonpob @nieves-de-sugui @bl-bam-beyond @maxescheibechlinichacheli

[tuffdwightwest]

This year really is throwback year for me. Been watching a lot of my old shows and revisiting old fandoms. It's cool to know that some are still active, Storm Hawks woo, sad to see others are dead ;~; but I've honestly been really enjoying myself.

Of the ones I rewatched I'm gonna make a top ten tier list of the ones that held up how I remember and ones that didnt.

10. Golden Compass

Specifically the movie that I was obsessed with as a child. Honestly it still held up and I feel like I actually understood way more then when I did as a child. I just put it as number 10 cause although I did enjoy the experience it didn't really spark anything new. Good movie though! I bought the new series to compare.

The greatest draw for the Golden Compass was always the world building to me. I remember as a child imagining myself with my own Daemon. We need more Golden Compass AUs.

9. Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness

Ironically I revisited this game before Jaiden haha. I secured a Gamecube controller around January and brought ye old gamecube out of storage for a binge. Honestly a played a bunch of games besides this one, X-Men Legends, Finding Nemo, etc. But this one stood out the most.

It was honestly a lot of fun. I love the world of Orre and although I think Paldea is now my favorite Orre remains the second and is strongly there. This region was so fascinating and there has yet to be a team to top Cipher in my eyes. These guys were generally threatening to me. The characters were eh though and it was really the world building and story that kept me going.

I know it's never going to happen but gah I wish we could get a remaster or even better a new game in this region.

8. Kim Possible

This was the summer binge and I watched all movies and series. Yes even the live action recent one. All in all it was pretty enjoyable. Kim is badass, Ron is adorable and Shego is 😮. It was amusing to remember what I could and couldn't remember. Although I put it lower then the others for one reason.

As a child I absolutely loved the Kim/Ron pairing but rewatching it now... I actually didn't care for it as much. Kim was always pushing Ron aside, wouldn't hang out with him in school cause of her reputation. It honestly painted her in a light that hurt. Still an amazing story with great characters. My favorite episode definitely being the one where Drakken raps. Just wish

7. Wizards of Waverly Place

I was obsessed with this show as a child. Although ironically I remember not liking Alex at all. Also ironically I still hold that sentiment. Just not as strongly. Alex was great and the series(and movie) were fun. Again the draw was the world but I'm still mad that only one person could technically be a wizard. Such a lame world but that's the world they live in.

Good magical shenanigans and honestly not too goofy with the visual effects. I remembered more of a story so was surprised when this really didn't seem to have one till later. Regardless still enjoyed myself. Also side note but her parents are goals. Think as an adult they are my favorite characters.

6. X-Men(90s Cartoon)

Does a mall rat eat chili fries. Although this one got number 6 I will say this show is so dated. You can definitely tell it was the 90s but I actually kind of like it for that reason. Its over the top but surprisingly mature. With the first episode starting with Morph dying then the team mourning afterwards.

I was honestly surprised by what they did show in it. I know it was based on the comics(which I also own and am a huge fan of). But for a kids adaptation of it they didn't change much. Honestly I wish I would place this one higher just simply due to the themes and the impact of the stories. Only reason I'm not is cause obviously the show is borrowing from the cartoons.

But yeah, if you were thinking of watching it. I highly recommend it. It is very 90s but still very mature and probally the best experience I had rewatching as an adult. Show had me crying on more then one occasion. Let yourself get immersed in the world and I'm sure you will enjoy yourself as well.

5. Bakugan

I admit I should probally put this a bit lower. Cause I watched the second and third season and was utterly neutral on them. However... the first season was as I remembered and this was one of my childhood top ten favorites so... of course its gonna make the top five.

Great Pokemon knock off with characters I still love. Honestly Dan was the weakest character for me but he still was great. I love the main group and the creature designs. Preyes, my favorite as a child, was more annoying then I remembered but was still wonderful. Never skipped the opening once haha.

All in all it was pretty solid and unlike a lot of the other shows on here. It actually hopped into the plot by the first episode. There was not a lot of fillers. Just wish the series after it didn't just throw it all away.

4. My Babysitters A Vampire

I'm actually surprised I'm rating this here cause in a way the others are probally better but... I loved every one of the characters, the world is very bare bones but what we do have is extremely intriguing. Most of the show I was honestly just trying to learn more about the world. It was fascinating and opened up a lot of questions.

The queer subtext was also amazing. I swear not one of these characters are straight. As someone who likes plot usually this series did not get into it until way later. Being more of a monster of the week type show. The monsters were fun though and contributed to the world, and again the characters are great, which is why I think I was lenient.

Might actually do a fic related to this one down the line. Mostly to dump my own headcanons down and cause I looked and there was not a fic with what I was looking for.

3. Teen Titans

By no surprise to anyone... yes this was amazing to start to finish. I was going in with high expectations and it delivered. As someone who also reads the comics honestly this rendition of them is still my favorite to date. Beast Boy is still my favorite but have to say on rewatch Cyborg is equal or maybe even overpassed him.

The show was just great. Honestly not much more needed to be said here. It was how I remembered and great still. In terms of just quality this is actually number 1. It was only surpassed by the other 2 cause honestly it's perfect. I watched it and left satisfied but with no need to hop into the fandom or even read fanfics for it. It gave me what I needed and then I moved on.

2. Ben 10

I have to admit watching the first series that everyone completely hypes up. I was disappointed. Ben was annoying, Gwen was stuck up and honestly at first it was not living up to how I remembered. Then I moved onto Alien Force and the next ones. And that... was where the fond memories of waking up every Saturday to watch Ben 10 came from.

Kevin joining them and becoming a good guy. Fire. I always enjoy redemption arcs and he was honestly amazing. Gwen was honestly a bamf and her pink magic, amazing. Ben was genuine and honestly probably my favorite protagonist as someone who has a problem of usually tossing away the main character in favor of sides.

And of course, omg the aliens. I lovvvveee them so much. Their designs, seeing native versions of them. The creature design of this series is phenomenal and the action scenes honestly hold up even now. Honestly I think there is a reason Ben 10 keeps coming back. The world that he is apart of is amazing. I'd love like an adult CW cartoon just called: "The Plumbers" or something. Just to stay engrossed in this world.

I did watch a bit of the new series but admittedly wasn't as big of a fan of it. It was okay but I enjoyed the more mature themes of the 'teen' versions of them.

1. Storm Hawks

Atmos. A world of a thousand mountain top kingdoms.

And full of some of the coolest world building based on barely anything I had seen in awhile. This show immediately got me rehooked to Atmos the minute I started. The Sky Bikes were amazing to watch, the various other races in the world really added as well. Also I genuinely liked pretty well every character seen. Especially the main cast. They all... got along, it felt very organic and fun.

Honestly this one hurt the most to rewatch and get to that cliffhanger ending. The show wasn't that long but Ah I wish it was more. I would want a return to the world of Atmos. Whether with the Storm Hawks or someone else. I've even started to write some fanfic for it just to get the excitement out that I had for retouching on this fandom.

This is so far I have a list of others that I'm going to be checking out. And hey if anyone has any other recommendations I'd be down. Most of these I watched just cause I randomally got sparked or reminded of the fandom.

My next 5 on the list though are:

1. Atomic Betty

I remember this one fondly so I hope it was as good as I remember. It's just a matter of finding it.

2. Martin Mystery

I remember this show was super scary when I was younger. Doubt itll 'scare' me now but I'm still excited to watch.

3. Class of the Titans

I only remember an episode that had a vampire in it and that's about it. Really excited to see this one. And also see that episode apparently with the vampire.

4. Secret Saturdays

Monster fighting family with a sasquatch. Yeah I'm down. This one will be interesting though cause although I know I watched it. I know I wasn't that into it as a child. Still I want to see it again.

5. Transformers Animated

I saw an image of Prowl and it reminded me of this one. I never saw it on actual tv but I remember renting the series at the video store as a child and binging them. I'm real excited to watch this one again honestly. I might start with it as Transformers has always been great.

[mermaidsirennikita]

so i know the globes are no longer relevant (or at least they shouldn't be) but i will still be asking for your thoughts on the nominations.

Hahahaha thanks for your consideration!

Best Picture--Drama: I'm so glad to see Past Lives nominated! It was really gorgeous and made me cry and was touching in a way I didn't expect.

Oppenheimer obviously was going to get nominated. It's probably my favorite Nolan movie besides The Prestige (which SLAPS) so I'm fine with this. It is very impressive, even if it's a sausage fest per Nolan and it probably runs too long and has some issues (the depiction of women).

Kills of the Flower Moon... is one of my favorite movies this year. I will acknowledge critiques from Osage people noting that it is a white perspective, which I agree with; I also agree with the comments that it is the best possible perspective someone like Scorsese could offer. The acting is phenomenal across the board, the visuals are stunning, it actually EARNED its runtime, and the writing is really strong. Fantastic movie, should win this category in my opinion.

I haven't seen Maestro but based on the various issues I'm seeing surrounding it and Bradley Cooper doing... the most... for promo, I'm very turned off by it right now. I will see it in order to critique it honestly, but I'm not super thrilled to see it here.

Haven't seen the other two. This will be a battle between Oppy and KOTFM imo.

Best Picture--Musical/Comedy: I don't see a world where Barbie doesn't win this. I thought Barbie was a lot of fun, and Ryan Gosling was fab. But I don't really fully subscribe to the hype.

I'm excited for Poor Things but haven't seen it; I love Yorgos's eye and I think he and Emma do make a great team, even if I'm meh on her in general.

The Holdovers I haven't seen and don't super want to see but my brother says he's forcing me to see it so I guess I will.

May December is a great movie. It's not a comedy in any way, shape, or form. But this category usually does that so I'm not surprised. This is a dark, intense, heartbreaking, tragic movie. It's deeply disturbing. I love it, but it's not a comedy.

Haven't seen the other two.

Best Director: Again, BCoops is being insufferable and I generally dislike everything I'm hearing about this. Sorry you didn't get an Oscar nom for ASIB my guy, get over it.

I knew Greta would be nominated and I will say that I love the visuals of that movie, but I think the visual greatness of Barbie is super dependent on the production and costume design, so... I'm not saying it isn't deserved, but I'm not in love with it.

Again, haven't seen Poor Things by Yorgos is fab.

Nolan was a foregone conclusion, I think the movie does look great and is very interesting.

Scorsese should win, sorry, he put his heart and soul into that movie and you could tell with every bit of it. Listen, people can dog this man out all they want, but he is THAT GUY and I consider him one of the last Truly Legend Status directors working right now, so. I think this will go to Oppenheimer, but. Meh.

And again, I'm happy to see Celine Song nominated! Past Lives had a really unique vibe to it and I think she offered a film that we don't see as much of anymore.

Screenplay--Based on what I've seen on this list, should be KOTFM, I can see it going to Barbie. Oppy being written in the first person might woo some people, though.

Best Actor--Drama: Should absolutely be Cillian, he carried that movie and it wouldn't have worked without him. Just a fabulous performance. I can see Leo maaaaybe edging him out? He was really good in KOTFM. It is truly wild to me that Barry was nominated, lol, I haven't seen a rush of buzz for him in Saltburn though he is the best part of the movie. I don't think it was his best work, compared to Banshees.

Best Actress--Drama: If this isn't Lily Gladstone I'll screech. Incredibly moving, and another movie where this thing would not have worked if anyone else had played that role. I don't see this category being super competitive against her.

Best Actress--Comedy/Musical: I can see them giving it to Margot for the press. I think Emma has had the strongest buzz of this category, but Fantasia could totally dark horse it.

Best Actor/Comedy Musical--I have no opinion on this, but I'm going for Jeffrey Wright because he's generally so good.

Best Supporting Actor--Charles Melton DESERVES this, people. He's amazing in May December. Heart crushing. An absolute breakout revelation performance.

One person I could see him giving him a run for his money is De Niro, because he was also amazing in KOTFM. Absolutely loathsome. I can also see them giving it to RDJ, because he is entertaining in Oppy, and I'm getting "it's time" vibes, which I hate... but Charles has also been cleaning up with smaller critics' awards.

Best Supporting Actress--Da'Vine is getting some great reviews, I feel like she's got a really good shot. Julianne is very good in May December, but she's also a very decorated actress. Um, sorry, Emily Blunt was not anything special in Oppy and if she gets this I'll be so baffled.

Best TV Series--Drama: I can see this going to Succession or possibly The Last of Us. Succession has the final season going for it, and it was actually amazing. TLOUS has fandom hype going for it, which the Globes likes. The Diplomat won't win, but fwiw I liked that show a lot.

Best TV Series--Comedy: Abbott Elementary better win is all I'll say. The Bear and Barry shouldn't even be in this category lol.

Best TV Actor--Drama: I feel like this will be a duke it out between Jeremy and Kieran. I'd be thrilled with either winning, but Jeremy's already won and Kieran has an "it's his time" vibe, his last shot to win with what may end up being the defining performance of his career. Brian Cox is such a dick for submitting in this category and the awards shows are such dicks for nominating him, lol.

Best Actress--TV Drama: If Sarah Snook doesn't win I'm burning this city to the ground. Why is Emma even nominated lmao. I do love a Keri Russell, but nah man, nobody here compares to Snook.

Best Actress--TV Comedy: Tbh I think Elle gave the best performance in this category.... easily.... but Quinta is great and I'd love to see her win, too.

Best Actor--TV Comedy: I don't care for any of these nominees. Nicholas Hoult outsold everyone here, bummer that he doesn't have a nom.

Best Supporting Actor-TV: I'd love for Alan Ruck to pick something up, but Matty Mac did once again obliterate lol. Askars was amazing but I don't think he had enough PUNCHY moments.

Best Support Actress--TV: Elizabeth Debicki was great but didn't have the material, imo. Christina Ricci would be my pick here, but I feel like it's gonna go to Hannah Waddingham because last season and all that.

Best Limited Series--Beef is easily the best one here, but the horrible way that the casting controversy was handled may have ruined their shot. In that sense, I think Steven gave the best performance but it could go to Matt Bomer or Jon Hamm. For actress, I would've picked Ali Wong but.... Also, I will say, nobody saw Dead Rings but me apparently but I'm so glad Rachel Weisz got nominated here because she was INCREDIBLE. Will probably go to Brie Larson knowing my luck, though I don't think Lessons in Chemistry made the impact they thought it would.

Best Supporting Actress--Limited: Glad to see Carla here, she was great. I have no idea who this will go to but it probably won't be here lmao. Also, The Fall of the House of Usher should've gotten a nom for best Limited, but c'est la vie the awards shows hate horror. Also, I don't know if this is controversial but brave... I would've nominated Bruce for Best Actor. That could be my weird attraction to him in that role speaking, though.

[rooftop--runner]

2, 4, 5, 7, and 17 for the sonic questions? c:

Ooooooh so many questions!! :D

2. How did you hear about Sonic?

Technically I’m pretty sure I first heard of Sonic when I used to watch a little bit of Sonic Underground when I was in elementary school. It was either that or from Mario and Sonic at the 2010 Winter Olympic Games for the DS specifically, and I only had that to begin with because I was a Mario kid ALSKDKKS Funnily enough though I always played as Sonic even though I knew pretty much nothing about his games lol

4. Favorite male character(s)?

I think my top three have to be Silver, Sonic, and Metal, in no particular order because that order would probably change depending on what I’m fixated at the time lol I also really like Shadow too, just probably not as much as the other three any more. A funny thing is when I was first getting into the series, going through the games chronologically, even before I got up to 06 I just had a feeling Silver would end up being my favorite character based on vibes alone and he did!(at the time at least)

5. Favorite female character(s)?

I think Rouge might be my favorite, but I also reeeaaally love Tangle and Whisper, and Blaze is pretty great too! ALL THE GIRLS ARE SO GOOD it’s so hard to just pick a few!

(I’m gonna be talking about frontiers stuff in the next two, so here’s a spoiler warning juuuust in case)

7. Favorite vocal theme(s)?

OOOH NOW THIS IS A GOOD ONE there are so many vocal tracks that I love but I think my absolute favorite, as of recently, has to be One Way Dream. (Ignoring the fact that I was crying when I first heard it in Frontiers’ credits alskjdnfnsj) IT’S JUST SO GOOD it makes me so happy every time I listen to it! The music of the song itself just sounds so uplifting, and idk if this makes sense but it kind of reminds me of a combination of Endless Possibility and the general vibe of the Sonic Runners soundtrack, both of which I love so it makes sense that I would love their combination. AND THE LYRICS OH MY GOSH. The fact that the lyrics are a message from Sonic Team to the fans about how they’re dedicated to making the series even better than it already is because of how passionate the fan base is and how that passion is what drives them to keep going!! AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE IT SO MUCH (and another bonus is that I really enjoy singing and this song fits pretty well in my vocal range!)

I also reeeeaaaaaally love His World, but ESPECIALLY the Zebrahead cover, it’s just so fast paced and energetic it gets me super hyped. I also love Endless Possibility and pretty much all the boss fight themes in Frontiers (because of course I do alskdjfn). And special shout out to City Escape Act 1 from Generations, mostly because I just love the little section at the end

17. Favorite Sonic music track(s)?

OOOOH ANOTHER GOOD ONE there are literally so many I love I could probably spend hours listing all of them so I’ll try to limit myself lol. One that immediately stands out though is Rooftop Run (Day) from Unleashed (which you could probably guess from my url alakdkdnms) it’s another one of those songs that just makes me sooooooo happy to listen to because it’s so upbeat and energetic and AAAAAA I love it! And of course I also love the versions of the song used in Generations too. Spring Emotions from Sonic Runners is another one I absolutely ADORE I CAN’T EVEN FIND WORDS TO DESCRIBE IT IT’S JUST SO GOOD. I could probably say the same for a few other tracks in the Runners soundtrack but I’ll just leave it at the one for now lol. And I’m with you (The End boss theme) from Frontiers. OUGH THE EMOTIONS THAT SONG MAKES ME FEEL ARE INSANE. I don’t even know what to say, it just feels so climactic and leaves just the right emotional impact for a final boss, big Undertale vibes tbh (outside of just the gameplay lol).

A few others that stick out to me are Stardust Speedway and Metallic Madness from CD (especially the bad future versions of each), which I’m pretty sure I’m obligated to like as a Metal Sonic fan ALSKDJK, I honestly really like Windy Hill Zone 1 from Lost World and Sky Road from Team Sonic Racing more than I thought I would, and Solaris Phase 2 from 06 and Super Sonic vs. Perfect Dark Gaia from Unleashed are both AMAZING orchestral tracks for the final boss fights of their games.

This ended up getting so much longer than I expected, and sorry I didn’t really have too much to say for the first three questions and then proceeded to completely go off in the music department ALAKDJFND I would’ve finished this sooner but right when I was almost done writing it tumblr crashed and I lost all my progress so I had to start over aalksjfkd but this was really fun! Thank you for the questions!! :)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

It’s truly a monster of a work LOL maybe someday….the wc is fr insane maybe it’s what influenced you /j

HAHA “just make an oc” is CRAZY but SO TRUE like guys this isn’t even the same character atp

PAUSEE NAGI TAKING OVER THE YOTD FIC IDEA??? Adapting it to fit the original universe sounds a little complicated but if you ever decide to write that I bet it’d be fire….second lead Rin….haha guys!!

I’m actually living for these peregrine rants HELLO?? I love the angst and drama the three main fights also I’m CRYING reader drunkenly approaching Kira bc she thought he was NAGI IM DEAD stop I live for this shit the orie viral news misunderstanding??? Stop this is literally like one of my favorite types of scenarios

I’m laughing so hard the “damn you’re really that emotional over your friends’ wedding good for you” is so fucking funny and it’s also such a Nagi thing to think but THE CONFESSION AT THE WEDDING AND KIRA TWEAKING and CHIGIRI DUMPJNG THW WINE AND DROPPING THAT LINE??? TOO GOOD >>>>>> I can’t that’s also so chigiri holy cow the red hair comeback line is actually too genius I’m losing my mind thinking about it

Peregrine goes so fucking hard……omfg…GUYS..!!!!! Makes me wanna go reread it rn this plot is fr cooking though

LMAOO REAL tiktok truly has its ways…but omg BAROU NEXT I second that I’m actually so excited for Barou’s version too based off our convo it’s gonna be really entertaining to read….im ngl I almost forgot niko was in peregrine too Lowk him in that sidekick-esque role is perfect

LMAOA bro my grind is nothing compared to your writing grind HAHA im also just gonna put my response here to cut down on asks

LMAOAOA no bc my face when i realized….usually he has his trademark “mediocre/dunce” that’s all the same phrase (romanized to bon) but I’ve literally never seen him use this phrase ANYWHERE except for in reference to kiyora so im assuming it must be specifically set aside for him??? Lmao????? It’s basically the same just means “mediocre/average/nothing special” but the way he purposefully uses a different phrase for kiyora has me going crazy

MY EXACT THOUGHTS I read that and snorted that’s so otoya LMAOO but from that it seems like otoya Karasu (and probably himizu) ganged up on/bullied kiyora LOL bro really had all the opps on his team Nagi’s team adopting him like they’re cps has me cackling they really said “let’s get you out of this hostile environment” but FRRRR can’t wait….speaking of new chapters have you seen the ones for the main series yet? I don’t have all that many thoughts about it but we’re finally moving ig?? LOL

- Karasu anon

LMAOO miraverse fic w an orv word count when??? jk idk if i could ever write something that long…200k words is my sweet spot that’s about how long pomegranate ink and endure are (give or take ten thousand) so if i do end up writing something crazy for bllk it’ll probably be abt that length (one of my aot fics was supposed to end up at 500-600k words but i got out of aot so i never finished it 😓 but if you ever see me posting abt ship in the harbor that’s the one!! people really liked it despite it being hardly related to aot and they surprisingly LOVED the ocs i literally still get asks abt them)

LMAOO NO BECAUSE IT’S SO TRUE making ocs is fun there’s nothing wrong with it but stop misinterpreting kaiser like this bro is not your playboy dom daddy he probably has intimacy issues 😭

OKAY BUT IT RLLY COULD COOK it would be sad asf though like major character death sad 😓 since if i did it it’d be a reworking of year of the roses and in that hak literally kills shinah (cue time travel shenanigans that actually just lead to the same inevitable outcome) so uhhh rin stans and nagi stans alike might hate me (it would go crazy though if my tik tok audios fail me i’ll def consider doing that)

LMAOOOO NO BECAUSE I WAS GIGGLING WHEN I THOUGHT OF THAT like why would nagi even be there?? but yk drunk logic 😭 no but that’s such a butterfly effect moment because if she hadn’t gone to the party and met kira she probably would’ve called nagi during the whole orie misunderstanding and straightened things out pretty fast but because kira was there and ready she just gave up and didn’t even try 😓

HAHA plsss no nagi was just trying to cover for her he kinda picked up that smth else was wrong just because he knew her so well but he didn’t want to embarrass her in front of everyone so that’s why he made the excuse and then asked her again privately why she was upset!! when he’s a considerate king 🤩 he’s had many years to think about what he could have done better so he’s def reformed a bit…and LMAOO miraverse chigiri is truly superior he’s sooo funny and sassy i love him he’s fr peregrine reader’s platonic soulmate they are SO funny in the college era!! because their hangouts are basically may and reo being all lovey dovey and then reader + chigiri making fun of them (also the chigiri and kira beef is LEGENDARY HAHA)

I MISS PEREGRINE it’s actually so fun so interesting so cool one day i will return to the grind for it omg i’ve gotten so many people asking abt when i will update again and i’m just like 😰 idkkk

HELP niko consistently in his sidekick era he’s always there in some way shape or form i can’t help it it’s just the exact vibe he’s always bringing to the function!! BAROU’S VERSION WILL BE SO FUN i am sososo excited for the oaeu imagine i start writing it now even though i still have requests to do…NO I MUSTN’T

THEY ARE SO MEAN TO KIYORA BRO you know it’s bad when barou and nagi seem like cuddly sweethearts in comparison 😭 honestly justice for kiyora no wonder he’s always ready to fight i would be too 😓 and smh karasu bro rlly went from the bullied to the bully…I CAN FIX HIM THOUGH TRUST next epinagi chapter will be me standing there w my hands on karasu’s shoulders like “look at me baby 🥺 this isn’t you 🥺” FJDJDJSJSJ jkjk

yesss i did see the new chap!! okay wait i was joking abt the this isn’t you but why was isagi deadass serving the 🥺 emoji in that one panel w rin i hope yk what i’m talking abt…at least rin finally scored YAYY i’m hoping the match ends soon just one more goal to go!! and then the next arc begins…or maybe we finally get a peek at barcha vs manshine!! rooting for nagi to come back 🤩

[4unnyr0se]

❥ shameless | kei tsukishima

warnings: fem! reader, timeskip! tsukishima, enemies to enemies but they fuck, blowjob, making out, semi-exhibitionism if u squint, degradation, doggystyle, rough sex, spanking, mentions of blood, little bit ooc tsukki, yamaguchi mentioned, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, protected sex, crying but not really, tsukki and his love of dinosaurs

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 6.1k

❥ song: shameless - camila cabello

a/n: 1000+ special fic!!! i hope u guys like it :))

part two

Kei Tsukishima was the bane of your fucking existence. It was bad enough that you had to endure three years of being in the same class as him at Karasuno, but in university? You chose Sendai because there was no way that Tsukishima would willingly go to a university that specialized in physical education. He wouldn’t be caught dead there. Oh, how wrong you were. Turns out, volleyball became more than just an extracurricular for him ever since Karasuno won nationals when you were first years. And so, just to your chagrin, that sarcastic bastard wound up living in the same dorm as you, on the same floor, three doors down.

Life has a funny way of fucking you raw.

You tried to ignore him at first, you really did try. If you saw him coming down the hall for some water, you ran back into your room (which caused your roommate to sigh in annoyance, but what the hell does she know?). If he was using the study room that you wanted, you found another place to study. Was he talking to one of your friends for whatever reason? You didn’t associate with them anymore. You hated him so fucking much that avoiding him was probably the only thing that kept you from actively trying to strangle his smart-ass neck. You figured that as long as you avoided him like the plague, he couldn’t open his mouth, and you wouldn’t go to prison for attempted murder. Maybe, just maybe, he was dense enough not to realize that you were never around despite living in the same dorm building. 

Wrong again.

Tsukishima saw you on move-in day, struggling to carry your various boxes of manga into your room and cursing like a sailor. How childish, he thought. Someone so smart choosing a physical-education-based college was a fucking riot. He knew you only chose Sendai because you didn’t think he would go here, which was adorable in a weird sense. Tsukishima was good at volleyball, dumbass. He was the best middle-blocker Karasuno had in a while. Why not exploit that talent? Even though the Sendai Frogs was only a D-2 team, it was still a team. Seeing the color drain from his opponent's faces whenever he blocked their spikes was a reward in itself. The respect that game from being on the team was good as well, he supposed. Sure, his teammates were idiots who only got into university because of a sports scholarship, but they were decent on the court. Besides, they were more than happy to be doted on by their many female fans while Tsukishima focused on his history degree. Plus, it would give him more time to mess with you, his favorite little toy.

He hated you as well. Not because you were different; that wasn’t the case at all. No, it was because you were too similar to him for his liking. You were intelligent, cunning, and incredibly judgemental. And you hid it all under a mask of kindness and laughter. He hated you because he knew that behind closed doors, you were laughing at someone for getting an answer wrong in a lecture when the correct answer was so painfully obvious. You reminded him of himself, and he hated that. He hated you in high school, and he despised you now. 

He wanted to make your life a living fucking hell. Not in a bully-sort-of-way, no. He wasn’t going to beat you up in the middle of the day. That was for barbarians. The little insults would eventually cause you to break, and when that moment came, he would relish it.  

As fate would have it, your class schedules were very similar. You both shared a morning and a writing-intensive evening class, so there wasn’t much room in the curriculum for group assignments. All you had to do was show up and write a couple essays every month, which was incredibly easy for the two of you. Tsukishima could make you squirm in your seat from afar just by looking in your direction, just how he liked it. You could physically avoid him in the lecture halls, but not his piercing yellow gaze. It was perfect.

“I’m sorry. You want us to do what?” you slammed your hands on your professor's desk, your eyes twitching in frustration. “Forgive me, sir, but this cannot be part of the curriculum. I read the syllabus and the student handbook, and there is nothing about having unofficial student teachers.”

Tsukishima covered his mouth as he chuckled, finding amusement in your frustration. You were shorter than him, so you looked like an angry baby bird not getting enough breakfast.

Your professor sighed and rubbed his temple. “Look, I know it’s not ideal circumstances, but I need the help. You and Mr. Tsukishima are my best students. This class is easy for you. I know it is because you two always give each other…strange looks from across the hall.”

You nearly choke on your air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” you cross your arms over your chest.

Your professor sighed. “Well, whatever you two have with each other, make sure it doesn’t interfere with being my assignment graders. Besides,” he paused. “If you do this, it’ll boost your GPAs. For you,” he pointed in your direction. “That could mean a better chance at graduation school.”

“What about Tsukishima?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. Tsukishima is constantly bored in my class. He needs something to keep his hands busy, which isn’t volleyball.” Your professor had the ghost of a smirk on his chapped lips. 

You snorted, quickly smacking your hand over your mouth. “Oh, is something funny about this?” your professor asked.

“No sir,” you couldn’t shake the smile off your face. “It’s just that I’ve known Tsukishima since high school, and you’re completely right. He’s so bored.”

Tsukishima shot you a dirty look. “I didn’t notice that you were paying so much attention to me, shrimp.”

“Shut up,” you retorted.

“How childish,” Tsukishima had his signature shit-eating smirk.

“Enough!” your professor slammed his hands onto his desk. “I will give you both ten papers to grade by the end of the week for fifty extra credit points. If you don’t have them by then…well I can’t do anything about that, so please have them in by Sunday, alright?”

You rolled your eyes, begrudgingly taking your half of the papers. “Well, as long as I get to work alone, I should be fine.” Tsukishima nodded in turn.

“Oh, this is a partner project. Have fun!” your professor ushered you two out of the lecture hall, slamming the door.

You and Tsukishima exchanged looks for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. Your mouth hung open, and your plush lips parted.

“Close your mouth. You’ll attract flies,” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. “God, I can’t believe that old man is making us work together. I would rather attend a party with Tadashi.”

“Tadashi doesn’t get invited to parties. He’s afraid of what being drunk is like,” you began to walk towards the exit.

Tsukishima quickly caught up to you in a couple of strides. “How do you know that about Tadashi? He only told me that.”

You turned towards him and smirked. “Maybe he tells me stuff too, Tsukki.” you purred, enjoying how his eye twitched when you called him that. “You’re just too self-absorbed to notice anything else around you.”

“Oh, and you’re not?” he leaned against the only exit. “God, you’re so annoying. You think you’re all that, but in reality, you’re miserable. I can’t believe I’m being forced to work with someone like you.”

“Oh, fuck off, Tsukishima. Get out of my way, I need to get dinner.” you pushed past him, flipping him off. “By the way, your new haircut is fucking horrendous. Did you do it yourself? Poor baby.” you pouted your bottom lip in mock pity, shoving your way outside. Tsukishima remained dumbfounded, running a hair through his curly blond strands.

“Poor baby,” those words echoed inside his mind, bouncing around as he returned to his dorm. It was the only thing he could think about, even when he tried to shake it from his thoughts. The way your plump lips pouted, mocking him, it was driving him fucking crazy. He couldn’t get your annoyingly sultry voice out of his head.

Yamaguchi wasn’t in the dorm. He was out with friends for the evening. Something about a new hotpot place, Tsukishima didn’t remember the details. All he knew was that he was alone, probably until two in the morning. That gave him enough time to deal with the problem in his boxers. 

It was your fault anyway; your stupid voice made him feel as hard as a rock. He fucking hated you. He hated everything about you, especially that slutty voice. As he desperately fisted his cock, the collar of his t-shirt in between his teeth, he thought about how much he hated you. He wanted to make you pay for constantly being on his mind, causing him to think the most lewd and depraved thoughts that someone as smart as him should never think. He fucked his hand, imagining it was your mouth that he was fucking instead. How you would struggle to take his massive length inside, your hands pumping what your mouth couldn’t take. It was fucking pathetic, you were pathetic. Pathetic and needy for him, just like he wanted you to be.

“Shit,” Tsukishima made a mess all over his hand, the sticky white substance splashing onto his exposed midriff. He wiped it off with a tissue, tossed it in the waste basket beside his bed, and placed his foggy glasses on the dresser. Tsukishima fell asleep not long after, praying that he wouldn’t have another fucking wet dream. That would be embarrassing. 

He woke up to the sound of quiet swearing coming from the hall. His clock read 3:21. Who the hell would be up this late anyway? It wasn’t Friday, so it probably wasn’t drunk sorority girls who weren’t old enough to live at the house yet. Whatever, whoever was swearing was being a real pain in the ass. Tsukishima groaned in annoyance as he swung his legs off the twin XL bed, careful not to wake the passed-out Yamaguchi on the opposite side of the room. He creaked the door open, squinting as the light from the hallway burned his sensitive eyes.

“Shut the hell up. Some of us have class in five hours!” he whisper-shouted, rubbing his eyes to see who he was lecturing. To his utter shock, your frame finally came into view. You were hunched over, clutching your palm and hissing slightly. “Oh, it’s you.”

You turned around, rolling your eyes. “Yes, asshole, it’s me. Sorry for waking you up or whatever,” you stared at your palm. “Listen, I hate to ask you for anything since you’re literally the worst person on the planet, but do you have a bandage?”

“And why would I give you that?” he leaned against the doorframe, smirking.

“Because I cut my fucking hand on the water fountain, and I’m kind of bleeding out here.” you showed him your palm that brandished an ugly cut across the base.

“Oh,” Tsukishima almost felt bad for a second. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so clumsy, you wouldn’t be bleeding.”

God, he was the fucking worst. You took a step towards him, leaning up to match his eyeline. “Listen here, dick, I know you fucking hate me, but this is kind of a medical emergency. So please, put your feelings towards me aside and help me wrap this up,” you swallowed, averting your gaze. “...please.”

He put a hand to his ear. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch what you just said.” Liar, he heard you perfectly well.

“You are fucking impossible,” exasperated, you did what he wanted. “Please, get me a bandage so I can return to bed. It’s starting to hurt.”

Tsukishima smirked in satisfaction, allowing you to enter his room. “Stop with the painful whimpering. Tadashi is trying to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. And he sleeps like a rock. I’m not worried.” you sat in his desk chair, massaging your palm. 

Tsukishima pulled out the first aid kit from one of the storage bins under his bed, rummaging through its contents. There were bandages of varying sizes, but he chose the brand he used for volleyball injuries; they were more absorbent. 

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” he whispered, holding the back of your hand as he rubbed an ointment on the cut. “This is going to sting, but you can handle it. You’re a big girl, right?”

“Call me that again, and I’ll kick your dick in.”

“There’s the attitude,” he smiled to himself. Even when you were bleeding in his dorm at three in the morning, you had that fire in your eyes that made his blood rush. His calloused fingertips guided the wrappings over your palm, making sure to be gentle. He despised you, but not so much that he would worsen your injury. That would be cruel, too cruel for him. 

While wrapping your wound, his yellow eyes trailed up and down your form, taking in what you wore to bed. A band t-shirt that was a few years old accompanied by Sanrio pajama shorts that rode up your thighs too much for Tsukishima’s liking. You were tempting him, waving something he couldn’t have in front of his face, like Tantalus and the hanging fruit. So close, yet so far out of reach. Tantalizing.

“Tell me if it’s too snug,” he stood up, cracking his back.

“It’s fine, thanks,” you mumbled, brushing off your knees. Your eyes lingered momentarily, observing the shirt he wore to sleep. It had a dinosaur decal on it. You weren’t sure which one. “What’s on your shirt?”

“Stegosaurus,” he instantly answered. 

“That’s…nice,” you chuckled, your voice still barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know you were so childish, Tsukishima.”

“You’re wearing Sanrio pajama shorts and calling me childish?” he rolled his eyes, towering above you. “Pot calling the kettle black.”

“Sanrio is cute, dinosaurs are dorky. You’re such a fucking dork,” you retorted, placing a hand on your hips. The smirk you wore was delicious. He wanted to bite it off of you.

“Once again,” Tsukishima leaned down, grasping your jaw. He would never ordinarily do this, but the lack of sleep let his inhibitions run wild. “Pot calling the kettle.”

“Let go of me,” your small hand encompassed his wrist. “What’s up with you? You’re acting less like a smug asshole and more like a perverted one. Are you high?”

“Why in the hell would you think I’m high?”

“Because you’re grasping my jaw like the main character in an R-rated movie.”

“And you’re dressed like a slut in my dorm,” he smirked, pulling your face closer to his. He noticed how your cheeks were the faintest shade of pink. You were enjoying this. “Oh, and now you’re blushing. How pathetic.”

“I am not blushing, fucking pervert.” his lips were almost against yours, his hot breath making you shiver.

Tsukishima breathed deeply. “You have no idea what you fucking do to me, what you make me want to do to you.”

For the first time in a long time, you were utterly speechless. It didn’t help that his lips were so close to being pressed against yours. “You’ll wake up, Tadashi,” you gestured to the sleeping Yamaguchi, drool and everything.

“Tadashi sleeps like a rock. You said it yourself,” and his lips were upon you, relentless and unforgiving. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his torso. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the blond curls as his mouth assaulted yours in a frenzy of unspoken passion. His teeth pulled on your bottom lip, eliciting the tiniest moan. 

Tsukishima pulled away as quickly as he kissed you. “Get out, now.” he pointed to the door. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

You pretended not to be offended. “Whatever,” your hand turned the doorknob. “We have to see each other tomorrow when we grade those papers. And by the way,” your eyes landed on the carpet. “You’re a crap kisser.” Liar.

And with that, you left, the taste of your strawberry chapstick lingering on Tsukishima’s lips. He sighed and crawled into his neat bed, staring at the ceiling, the tent in his boxers incredibly annoying.

“Dammit, not again.” he couldn’t take care of it now, not with Yamaguchi sleeping across the room. It was now 3:49 in the morning. Classes would begin in a few hours. Whatever, no big deal. It’ll be gone by the morning. Hopefully, you would dress in the most modest clothing you had so he wouldn’t be tempted to fuck you against the wall of the study room. 

Tsukishima hated you, and yet he had to have you.

You really didn’t want to leave your bed. It was so warm and comfortable…but your roommate kicked you out so she could have sex with her loser boyfriend. At least she was somewhat polite about it. 

There was only one study room available for you to use. For some reason, the D&D club occupied the one with the massive projector screen, and a student council meeting was happening in the one with all the nice windows. Why didn’t they just use the library? That’s where all the nerd stuff is. Whatever, you didn’t care. You got the cramped study room that was initially a large janitor's closet. There was no window, one door, and a whiteboard that came with dried-out markers. Perfect. At least it would be for a couple of hours before your roommate would kick her boyfriend out.

The clacking of keyboard keys filled the cramped room as you worked on a paper for your ancient civilizations class, specifically about the rise and fall of ancient Rome. Your eyes were glued to the glaring blue light of your laptop, fingers typing like they had a mind of your own. Time seemed to come to a halt as you worked, words filling the blank digital pages to be compiled into a brilliant essay that would surely get you a 90% or above; you wouldn’t settle for anything less than that. You were so incredibly focused that the door opening landed on deaf ears. It was like you were in some sort of academic trance. 

Fingers snapped in front of your face.

“What the-” Tsukishima stood in front of you, holding half of the papers given to him by your professor. “Fucking knock next time! You scared me to death.”

“If only that really happened,” he smirked, taking the chair across the table. “I was actually looking for you so we can help grade these papers. I knocked on your door and heard loud moans, so I knew you weren’t in there.”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. “Did you just say that I can’t get laid?”

“More or less,” he took out a red pen. “You wouldn’t happen to have your papers, would you? I don’t want to spend any more time with you than I have to.”

Reaching into your backpack, you retrieved your papers. “I took them with me before my roommate told me to beat it. I didn’t wanna risk getting anything gross on them.”

“Your roommate sounds like a real bitch. Maybe an even bigger bitch than yourself.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Thanks for the compliment, jackass.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he sported his signature smug smile that made your legs weak.

“Whatever. Can we just grade the papers together, please? I have other homework to finish.” you tied your hair in a messy bun, loose strands framing your face. 

Tsukishima’s golden eyes observed your movements and how your hands glided over the paper as you wrote corrections with your blue pen. He noticed how you scrunched your brows together when you saw something you didn’t understand or how you licked your plump bottom lip when you saw something you liked. Did you even realize how stupidly sexy you looked right now? The weather was warm outside, so you wore a spaghetti strap tank top that shamelessly exposed your cleavage. You were a fucking minx.

“How much have you done?” you looked up from your papers.

Tsukishima faked a cough. “I graded two.”

“Ha, I graded three,” it was now your turn to look smug, crossing your arms behind your head. “You’re slow today, Tsukishima. I’m surprised. You’re usually on top of your game. Did my late-night emergency interrupt your sleep? Poor baby.” 

There it was again, that fucking nickname. His grip on his pen tightened. “Don’t call me that.”

You chuckled. “Did I strike a nerve? Somebody’s sensitive today.”

His calloused hands pushed away from the table. In an instant, he had forcefully stood you up and pinned you against the wall, his slender body caging yours. “Shut the hell up.”

Your face was bright red, similar to the events of last night. “Did I strike a nerve, Tsukki?”

“Don’t call me that, you brat.” his words were like venom. “You piss me off so fucking much. You’re so fucking annoying with your smartass behavior.”

You titled your head to the side. “But you act the same way, don’t you? Are you mad because I remind you of yourself?”

He shook his head, pinning your wrists to your sides. “No, dumbass. I’m mad because you’re so fucking sexy when you act like a smartass.”

“Oh.” you were speechless once more. 

“So,” his nose was pressed against yours. “Shut the hell up and let me kiss you. Stop being a fucking brat for five minutes.”

You giggled. “I can’t believe you’re asking. How polite of you.”

“I said to stop acting like a brat.” he slammed his lips against yours, his strong hands still pinning your wrists to your sides. He was unforgiving in his kiss, molding his chapped lips with yours. You were wearing the same chapstick, strawberry flavored. Fucking delicious. Tsukishima groaned into the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth so it could dance with your own. His hands let go of your wrists, choosing instead to wrap them around the underside of your thighs. He quickly lifted you, his lips never leaving yours as your legs wrapped around his waist, almost upon instinct. Your hands flew to his blond curls once again, eagerly tugging on the locks as he ravaged your lips.

Tsukishima pulled away, breaking the strand of saliva that connected you. “You’re such a fucking slut.” he dropped you, sitting down in his chair. “You talk too fucking much,” he undid his belt, tossing it aside. “I think it’s about time you put that mouth of yours to work, don’t you agree?” he slid his jeans down to his ankles, the print in his boxers almost painful. He leaned back, patting on his thigh. “Be a good fucking girl and suck.”

Your body moved independently, your knees instantly falling onto the carpeted floor. Your hands were in a frenzy, sliding his boxers down to free his cock. His member slapped against his clothed torso, boasting a pretty pink tip that was leaking precum.

“So needy,” you whispered, wrapping your fingers around the base of his shaft. “So fucking big.”

“Stop talking,” Tsukishima groaned, closing his eyes as you gave his tip kitten licks. His hand found your hair, tugging on the messy bun as you took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his throbbing shaft. He eagerly fisted your hair and bucked his hips forward, shoving himself in its entirety deeper inside your mouth. You gagged, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as your head bobbed up and down his length. 

“You have a filthy fucking mouth,” Tsukishima deeply moaned, bucking his hips against your mouth once more. “You like it when I fuck this slutty face? Fucking whore.”

You looked up at him, the warmth feeling inside your belly growing even hotter as he began to fuck your mouth. He didn’t care if it was uncomfortable for you. That didn’t matter to him now. You were his to use however he pleased.

“That’s it, fucking take it like a good little slut. Getting her face fucked by her classmate’s cock, what a naughty little thing you are.” he was ruthless, the throbbing head of his cock making you gag over and over again as he chased his release. 

Your jaw began to ache from being open for so long. Your mascara was ruined as fat tears ran down your gorgeous face. Tsukishima drank in the sight, biting his lip at how beautiful you looked, choking on his length.

“Fuck, I’m close,” his grip on your hair loosened, shoving you off of his cock. “Stay fucking still.” 

You frantically nodded, knowing what was about to happen next. Your mouth remained open, tongue rolling out as he pumped his cock, cum spurting out and landing on your face and lips. You winced as some of it got in your hair. It was going to be a pain to get out.

“Shit,” he sighed, running his fingers through his now messy curls. “Stay there, I think I have some tissues in my bag.”

“O-okay…” you cringed at yourself for stammering.

Tsukishima dressed himself before finding an on-the-go tissue packet in his bag, sitting on the floor beside you. His hand cupped your jaw as he wiped off his release, being oddly gentle with you. 

The silence was awkward. Painfully awkward. There wasn’t much to talk about anyway. You hated the silence.

“Is this why you kissed me last night?” you blurted out, smacking your hand over your mouth. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“That’s part of the reason.” he shoved the tissue in his pocket.

“What’s the other reason?”

His eyes bore into yours. “Because even though you are the most annoying, smart-ass, sarcastic person I know,” he bit his lip for a second. “You’re also the sexiest person I know. So painfully sexy.”

You scoffed. “You’re messing with me.”

“Take the damn compliment,” he sighed in frustration. “I just made out with you against a wall and fucked your face, and you think I’m messing with you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It just seems like something you would do.”

“I can’t fault you for that,” he stood up, handing you the mess of papers. “I’ll finish these on my own.”

You brushed off your knees as you stood up. “But the professor said-”

He cut you off. “I know what the professor said. I’m afraid that if I stay around any longer, I won’t be able to help myself.” 

And with that, he left, leaving you confused and furiously blushing on the study room floor. You groaned, muttering curses as you climbed back into the chair, continuing to do your share of the work. Tsukishima was the worst person on Earth, and he thought you were sexy. He wanted you. He was the worst, and he wanted you. He said so himself. You tapped your pen against your bruised lips, formulating a plan—a plan to drive him absolutely feral and ravish you the way you both so obviously want.

It was one in the morning on Friday, and the dorm hall was chaotic. Various drunken sorority girls and frat boys ran through the halls, screaming whatever they pleased. Your roommate was amongst them, hosting three of her sisters in your dorm without consulting you. They talked about their recent hookups and what professors they thought were sexy. It was driving you positively mad. You had to get out of there, and there was only one place that was guaranteed not to be full of drunk idiots.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima’s dorm. Surely Tadashi wouldn’t have a problem with you staying for a couple of hours until the noise died down…right?

The wooden door rattled as you knocked, your foot bouncing on the floor. Tsukishima answered, looking confused. “Tadashi isn’t here. He’s doing something with my teammates. I’ll tell him you stopped by.” he tried to shut the door.

“Tsukki,” you forced your foot between the door and the doorway. “Let me in. My roommate is at it again, and it’s so annoying.”

He smirked. “Only if you beg for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine…please? It’ll just be for a couple of hours until they pass out on my floor. I’m…I’m begging you.”

Fuck, you looked so cute when you begged. “Alright, come on in. You’re lucky I was awake.”

“I sure am,” you muttered, kicking off your slippers. You made yourself comfortable on his bed.

“I didn’t say you could sit there.”

“Well, your dick was in my mouth twelve hours ago, so I think I deserve to lay on your bed for a bit. Don’t you agree?” you wore that smirk that secretly drove Tsukishima wild. 

“Fine,” he sat beside you, avoiding your pajamas on purpose. The silence was awkward once again, so fucking uncomfortable.

“Tsukki,” you looked at him. “Listen to me, no bullshit?” he nodded, still not looking towards you. “I know we don’t like each other. In fact, there were days in high school that I prayed you would get run over by a bus so that I wouldn’t have to see your face.”

“That seems harsh.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” you ran your fingers through your hair. “Look, we don’t have to like each other…but we don’t have to pretend we aren’t attracted to each other, either.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you get this profound?”

“Maybe since you fucking kissed me yesterday and came all over my face this afternoon. Does that ring any bells?”

Tsukishima chuckled. Before you knew it, you were pushed onto the bed, wrists pinned above your head. His lips hovered above yours. 

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you, brat.”

You leaned up and kissed him, electricity crackling through the kiss as he let go of your wrists to run his calloused hands all over your body in a blistering heat. They slipped under your band t-shirt, rolling the flesh of your breasts between his fingers, which caused you to moan into his mouth. He chuckled, squeezing your pert nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss to discard his shirt. You quickly followed, gasping as his tongue traced your breasts. “You’ve been hiding these from me for too long, naughty fucking girl.”

“Tsukki,” you breathed out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he suckled on your mounds. A yelp left your lips as he harshly bit down, sucking a blooming purple hickey on the delicate skin. “Fuck! Be fucking gentle.”

“And why would I do that? We both know you’re nothing but a little slut, so I’m going to fuck you like one.” he thumbed the hem of your sleep shorts, pulling them down to reveal your distinct lack of panties. “No panties tonight? You must have wanted this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tsukki,” you whined as his fingers prodded against your entrance, slipping inside you with ease.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned as your cunt fluttered around his fingers. He curled them deeper, bullying his digits further into your heat. “Squeezing around my finger so shamelessly.”

Your head was thrown back against his fluffy pillow, grasping onto the sheets as his lithe fingers continued to mercilessly fuck you as if he was scissoring you open. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud. “Fuck, Tsukki!”

“That’s it, let the entire hall know whose fingers are fucking you so good,” his lips met yours once more, one hand lifting your thigh so he could curl his fingers impossibly deeper. The coil in your stomach felt like it was going to snap at any moment, his fingers and thumb merciless against your wanting pussy.

Just as you were about to reach the apex of pleasure, he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his sheets. 

“What the hell? I was so fucking close!” you whined, pouting in frustration. 

“You’ll cum when I fucking decide you can,” he shoved his sweatpants off, his boxers quickly following. The familiar sight of his fat cock makes you drool slightly. “Turn around, get on all fours like a good girl.”

You quickly turned over, arching your back for him with your face buried in his pillow in shame. Tsukishima rummaged around in his dresser drawer for a condom, tearing the foil packet with his teeth. He hissed as the latex covered his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

“Now be a good little slut and take it,” his hips snapped against your ass, his massive cock filling you up so quickly. “So fucking tight.”

You cried out, hissing as his cock bullied itself inside of your sobbing cunt. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing the fat between his fingers. Tsukishima choked back a moan at the sight of your greedy pussy swallowing him entirely, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. 

“You look so fucking filthy right now, bent over for me like a slut,” his hand cracked against your ass, leaving a nasty red handprint. You clenched around his cock, moaning into the pillow as his hips snapped ruthlessly against your ass. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you a slut? That filthy fucking pussy of yours seems to agree.” 

He slapped your ass again, his pace brutal and unforgiving. “I’m gonna ruin this pussy so no one else can ever make you feel this fucking good. They can, fuck, they can fucking try to fuck you as good as I do, but you’ll never be fucking satisfied,” he punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, his cock pistoning in and out of your heat expertly. “Every time you get fucked you’ll think of me and my cock ruining you for anybody else,” he grasped onto your hair, pulling your weeping face out of his pillow. “Do you fucking understand, slut? Answer me.”

“I-I understand, Tsukki! Fuck, so fucking good!” his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer, your mind slowly going fuzzy as his cock slammed into you over and over again with reckless abandon. You sobbed, the rest of your meaningless rambles dying on your bruised lips as he fucked you even harder, his release the only thing on his mind.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap. “I’m so fucking close!” his thrusts stopped.

“Beg for it.” he tugged on your hair again, pulling your back flush against his chest. “Beg for me to make you cum on my cock.”

You swallowed your pride. “Please, Tsukki! Fucking make me cum, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

He let go of your hair. “I suppose that’s good enough.” he slapped your ass again, resuming his brutal pace. His thrusts grew savage and uncalculated, sloppily chasing his release. With Tsukishima’s permission, you came with a wanton sob, your release coating the latex of the condom. Tsukishima hissed at the sensation, slapping your ass once more in approval. “That’s it, make a fucking mess on my cock. So fucking shameless, so fucking slutty.”

He choked back a moan as his climax finally hit, fucking you through his release. He tossed his head back, his hips coming to a slow stop. His hands fell to his hips, pulling himself out of your sobbing cunt. 

“Fuck,” the condom was tied off and thrown into the waste basket next to his bed. He forcefully turned you over, taking you in his arms. Tsukishima was uncharacteristically gentle with you.

“Uh, Tsukki?” he only hummed in response. “Why aren’t you kicking me out?”

“Why would I do that?” his lithe fingers played with your hair.

“Well, because we just finished fucking.”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Are you seriously asking why I’m providing you with aftercare? God, all the men on this campus are hopeless.” he pulled you into his chest. “I’m your enemy. I’m not a monster.”

“Aw, that’s actually kind of cute,” you pouted. 

“Just shut up and go to sleep,” he mumbled in your hair, giving you the ghost of a forehead kiss.

You two were rudely awoken by the sound of the doorknob rattling. Panicking, you threw the comforter over your naked body while Tsukishima fumbled around looking for his glasses.

“Tsukki, I’m home. Sorry, I’m only now just-” Yamaguchi stopped in his tracks once he saw you and Tsukishima, both equally embarrassed.

“Oh. My. God.” Yamaguchi chuckled. “I didn’t think Tsukki had it in him.”

“Tadashi, shut the hell up.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

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Hi! I usually don't go for angsty stuff but I read your one shot about the reader who ejects and I love it! And this came to my mind: hangman gets hurt, out of danger but the reader (who is a pilot too but they're not dating yet) spent a couple of hours worried until they told her what his state was and when she gets to his hospital bed and sees him starts crying because of the all worry she's been through and feeling relieved now, hangman wakes up and does some silly teasing about the fact that she's crying for him

your wish is my command, dear anon!

word count: 589

warnings; mentions of hospital, descriptions of wires, hangman still being pretentious after almost dying

Lil’ Old Me?

Logically, you know your job is dangerous. The planes can malfunction- pilots can too. Being faced with the realities of your job is much more shocking than being aware of them, though. 

“Is he alright?” You say, running up to Mav’s side. 

“Passed out in the hospital.” 

“Goddammit.” 

You’re hoping that Maverick knows

more than he’s letting on, but it’s not likely.  If you had been told a few years ago, when you graduated the Top Gun program, that you’d be this worried about Hangman, you would have rolled your eyes and laughed. The team building exercises that Maverick had forced everyone to do helped, though. 

Helped your opinions, helped your feelings, helped you learn to trust the people around you in the air. You always have to be cautious, you know that much, but maybe you’re a little too wary of your coworkers sometimes. 

After asking around base though, you realize Maverick wasn’t lying. He doesn’t know anything more than anyone else, or you for that matter. 

“You guys can go see him now,” Maverick says at the end of the day, and you let out a sigh of relief because he's okay, and also because the only other thing you’d been told was that he was out cold in the hospital.

“You look like hell dude,” Coyote stares, a mountain of treats in his arms. 

“Never been better.” Jake says, sarcasm dripping off of his smile. 

You almost cry. 

The exit sign is looking very tempting right now, but Rooster holds you in place. 

“Bagman.” Phoenix gives a mock salute.

“I feel like a Bagman.” 

“You look like one too.” Payback says, getting a little high five from Fanboy.

Everyone awkwardly shuffles throughout the small hospital room, I mean seven pilots and one patient? That’s a lot of people in the room. 

“We were worried, glad you’re okay.” Bob says, handing him a few cards. “I’m just the messenger.” He puts his hands up in surrender, praying that he won't get killed thanks to everyone’s potentially not so kind words. 

Hangman isn’t exactly a fan favorite among the group. 

“Yeah,” Rooster starts, giving him a look. He makes a gesture with his hands towards you. “This one wouldn’t stop asking for news about you.” 

That makes your face heat up and you almost punch Bradley. Payback clears his throat, trying to take attention off of you and it mostly works. Fanboy starts talking and everyone shifts gears, turning to look at him, but Hangman just keeps staring at you.

It’s a little intimidating, and honestly gives you the chills.

You step out before Rooster can stop you.

Everyone files out, one by one, slowly but surely. You realize that’s your cue to slip into the room and spend some quality time with the man of the hour.

Without the crowd of pilots in the room, obscuring him from your vision, you see all the tubes, all the wires, and monitors hooked up to him. This time, you do cry. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart,” He says, and honestly it’s the softest you’ve ever heard Hangman sound. “Don’t cry,” 

You go to flip him off, “You’re such a douchebag. I was worried, you know.”

“Over lil’ old me? I guess Rooster made that real clear.” 

“God, I’m so glad you’re okay,” and you would have gone to hug him if he hadn’t been laying in a hospital bed at a very awkward angle.

“I’m pretty glad that I’m okay as well. Couldn’t have Rooster sliding into my spot, could I?” 

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yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach 

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural 

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability 

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser 

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry 

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened 

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught 

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth 

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident 

needless to say 

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm 

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean 

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such 

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very 

v e r y

protective of harry 

you'd do anything for the kid 

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO 

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed 

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post 

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS 

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed 

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron 

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r 

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder 

again 

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him 

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body 

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth 

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius 

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad 

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man 

and lily potter did exist 

and there was a time where your family was complete 

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike 

not now 

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly 

you guys are back to square one 

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free 

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix 

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET 

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix 

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place 

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close 

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK 

SO 

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI 

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO 

youre a gazelle 

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius 

aLSO REMUS

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anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens 

youre there

you see it 

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse 

youre not sure which 

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine 

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps 

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff 

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s 

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive 

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage 

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug 

keen on never letting go 

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother 

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

SO

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER 

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT 

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT 

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS 

REMUS 

THERE ALL THERE 

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR 

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR 

ok so hear me out 

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague 

but you just knew 

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry 

so did lily 

she was the first one to say something 

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down 

james right there with you 

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries 

and he couldn’t do anything about it 

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad 

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man 

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost 

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that 

but the mood was somber 

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen 

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end. 

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further 

harry has to do this alone 

its quite symbolic actually 

the one time you'd let go of the reigns 

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother 

he’d die 

but you had to do it 

so everything goes as planned 

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king 

and the war ends 

when you got back home from the war 

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you 

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry 

any and everything you can get your hands on 

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had 

and your father’s unruly mop of curls 

the same wave pattern in your dark hair 

everything finally felt right 

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