#obviously it would have to be ruined eventually but the process of getting there would be interesting to read because it’d be so new

[daydreamerdrew]

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #251

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡Make Him Better Looking｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Truth serum plus hidden feelings and a major amount of lust for your best friend is bound to end well

Warnings: truth serum, reader is hornee, implied smut, size kink, Sam is taller than the reader, explicit thoughts, mutual pining, mentions of a hunt

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Falling in love with Sam had been easy- not only was he stupidly handsome with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and a killer body, but he was kind and he was smart. He loved with his whole soul and would do anything for anyone, even after all the shit he had been through. 

What hadn’t been easy, however, was just how horny you got every time you even thought of the giant hunter let alone be around him. If he was tracing lines in a book to keep his place, you thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of you. If he was working out, you wondered if he would make those same noises in bed. And worst of all was when he was talking animatedly about something, his entire body came alive with passion and excitement. His eyes sparkled and his smile was always huge. And yet all you could think about was having his face between your thick thighs, talking into your cunt as he feasted. 

Needless to say, you had absolutely destroyed your scant collection of toys and taken more cold showers than warm. Eventually, you had to reach your breaking point.

It had been a witch hunt in Arkansas that went slightly wrong. People all around town were suddenly compelled to tell everyone around them their darkest secrets, ruining their lives in the process. It was a pretty simple cut and dry witch who had some vendetta against liars so she was forcing everyone to tell the truth. You and Jody picked up the hunt as some kind of demented girl’s trip and it mostly went off without a hitch. At least until the witch got you with a truth spell right before the sheriff dropped her.

You had arrived back home with your mouth practically sewn shut in an attempt to keep yourself from telling the boys your innermost thoughts until the spell wore off (which Jody assured you that it would be a couple days at most). Claire and Alex already had their fun asking you questions that you could no longer lie in response to, leading to them learning why there’s a bottle of deluded bleach and air freshener in the back of the Impala and the ‘no tequila after midnight’ rule. 

Dean quickly discovered your ailment after you bluntly told him that his new orange flannel and grown out hair made him look like an oversized carrot, and he was determined to break you. But unfortunately for him, you were a hell of a lot smarter than him and could find ways to easily distract him.

You and Dean sat across from each other at the library table, eyes locked to each other as you both desperately tried not to blink. A game born out of desperation not to reveal your darkest secrets and childish rivalry but with a month’s worth of laundry on the line, the game was a matter of life or death. Your eyes burned as you struggled to keep them open but you refused to back down now, especially when Dean’s face had begun to turn red with the strain, you knew he was close to breaking.

Then, disaster struck. Right as his eyelids began to twitch with the need to blink, Sam walked into the library wearing a tight white shirt and grey sweatpants and obviously not wearing briefs. Immediately your mouth went dry as your concentration was broken. You didn’t even hear Dean cheer that he won, you just kept looking at his  brother who was now browsing the many shelves for something to read.

Dean rubbed at his eyes while glancing at his younger brother before sarcastically remarking. “Looking good Sammy.” Sam responded with a scoff, returning to his search and letting you get a glimpse of his perky backside.

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, spilling out of your dirty mind like an unstoppable river. “Goddamn, how about you bring that perfect ass over here and I’ll tell you how I can make you look even better.” Everyone froze, including you, and then you opened your mouth again. “You’d look hotter with me sitting on your face.”

Silence settled over the bunker, your veins filled with dread. “Oh god please ignore that I said that- well actually, I don’t want you to ignore it. I really do want to sit on your face but right now I really want to throw myself off a cliff. So I think I’m gonna go do that. Have a nice life boys.” You went to slip from your chair but suddenly your wide hips were pinned to the edge of the table but two huge hands.

Sam loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked down at you. “Now why would you go and do that when we could test your little theory.” Your breath caught in your throat. He dipped down, bringing his face to yours until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips. 

“I-“ You stammered. Wetness pooled between your thighs as he stepped even closer, pressing his hardening cock to your soft body. 

“Oh what is it baby? Can’t speak anymore? Don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop making sounds when my mouth is on your cunt.” He growled into your ear.

Neither you nor Sam noticed when Dean sprung to his feet and ran off into the depths of the bunker to escape the very obvious tension on the brink of exploding between you. Your fingers tentatively curled into his shirt, making his smile grow. “That’s a good girl, now how about you go to my room and get undressed. I wanna see if you get even more beautiful when you’re on top of me.” 

——————

Sam had always found you incredibly intoxicating but even more so now. You were dead asleep on his chest, your breaths even as you slumbered on. Sam took pride in your exhaustion considering he was the cause. He gently stroked the soft skin of your hip, tracing over the texture of your stretch marks delicately as to not wake you. 

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling closer to his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and with a great amount of care, slipped from your hold. You stirred only for a moment before settling once more. He dressed quietly and slipped out of his room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen drawing him in like a siren. “Morning.” He muttered as he wandered in, shooting his brother a glance. Dean nodded at him from his place at the small table, drinking his coffee silently.

As Sam poured two mugs of the bitter drink, he spoke again. “She was right, you know.” Dean hummed and looked up at him curiously. “I do look better when she sits on my face.”

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ASK COMPILATION: LORE, CHARACTERIZATION, AND THE ONE IN WHICH I RUIN A BUNCH OF PEOPLE'S FUN

As usual, this is far from all of the asks in my inbox but I'm trying to catch up 😩thank you everyone for your patience!

For the record, if your ask isn't being answered, that most likely means one of three things:

I am saving it as a possible art prompt.

I sincerely don't have a very interesting or good reply for it yet!

It's a question I have been asked multiple times/the answer is in my pinned post.

Glad you like them!!

As much as I don't limit what I draw to canonical events, vampirism is so antithetical to DU drow's character journey that I couldn't really envision it, to be honest, but who knows! Maybe I'll cook up some Ascended Astarion scenario someday that is kind of a role-reversal of the Bhaalist DU Drow AU I have going on in tandem to the story.

I'll be honest, this is one of the rare times where I'm really not sure which aspect of DU drow's weirdness this is in reference to. Do you know something I don't? 😅

His masochism is very... Classic, I guess? He's in it for the pain and for the emotional connection, and the process of being pierced wouldn't cut it whatsoever, it's too subtle. The body modifications he has are an incidental result of it, but they were never really the goal.

Also having stuff dangling off his face or body would just irritate him, he specifically only does rings because all other types of jewellery get in the way too much. Pre-tadpole Bhaalist drow obviously wore them by the ton, but only as a symbol of status and because he had a permanent new-money complex🤷 so yeah not a piercing-type of character at all, sorry!

He's smooth from the eyelashes-down and profoundly weirded out by body hair LOL

I don't personally think that whatever Astarion had for a home before would bear my resemblance to it after 200 years - having probably gone through several owners, remodeled, if not completely lost to the destruction of the end-game. I do HC that he used to visit it whenever he could as an enthralled spawn to read his mail, but he stopped after his father passed.

THANK YOU, I THINK? I can't say that isn't a passionate description at least!

I'm honestly surprised that this comes up as often as it does LOL but it's just an stylistic choice on my end!

The latter - for sure. He figured that them dying at each other's hands at the end was a given and took that assumption entirely for granted (and I'm sure daydreamed about it often while Gortash went on and on about political strategy during their dinner meetings.)

;))) way ahead of you and by "way ahead" I mean "eventually and whenever I can figure out when to do it alongside the other 30 ideas I am currently juggling" (but I really do want to make a little comic out of it!)

He used them! Not immediately, but he grew to trust the guardian after some initial suspicion and happily gobbled up those squirmy little things alongside Astarion. Because I made his character on a whim and without any planned backstory, I didn't really put any thought into his Guardian's appearance either, so she's just a human woman with a Joan of Arc look going on who's of no significance to him or his past.

But DU drow did trust her, again not immediately but eventually. It was honestly a big kick in the gut to him when the Emperor revealed himself and it definitely set their relationship up to fail from the get-go.

This is also why he didn't ascend to the next stage of Ilithid power, he just stomped the thing dead right on the spot LOL

LMAO I think Gortash is too proud to chase a tail he can't catch like that

He was probably very overwhelmed by the sudden realization that OH, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING BECAUSE OF ME which naturally didn't come across whatsoever to anyone present since he immediately bottled it up and tucked it away out of sight. However, as the story progressed and DU drow helped his friends get out of their respective pickles he was probably able to justify it to himself as it having been for the greater good - since it led to Astarion being freed from his master and Shadowheart to defying the Sharrans.

As for all of the rest of the ensued destruction and death that resulted from it? Well you can't make an omelette without cracking some eggs, or whatever is the wizard version of that saying. He has essentially turned the entire situation into a net-positive in his mind and sleeps great at night because of it.

[fun-k-board]

Hey, could I request Bi Han/Sub Zero romantic headcannons with a male reader who is his right hand man and childhood friend?

Bi-Han / Sub-Zero with a boyfriend who's his childhood friend

Note(s) : I'm gonna be honest, I don't really like him, but I want to try and be a better writer by writing about characters I don't like. Please, give me critiques on how I wrote him!

First of all, he was incredibly moody as a child already, not exactly of his own volition having a dad like his would ruin any kid, so if you can't handle people who are mean on purpose? You'd have a REALLY hard time getting along with him.

Bi-Han was always brooding, in the corner with a frown, he eats with a frown, sleeps frowning, talks to his brother's frowning, the only time he's ever smiling is either in private or when it's just him and Kuai Liang, but it doesn't happen that often any more after his dad died.

To befriend him, you'd either need to be a part of the Lin Kuei, either born into the clan, maybe the son of one of the lower Lin Kuei members, or found and taken in by the clan, or somehow be involved with one of the Lin Kuei's missions.

It's a long and slow process, but even just talking to him once a day will eventually gain a semblance of trust, it'll be hard to show it, and he mostly does by standing next to you and sometimes agreeing with you, but these things will take time.

By your teenage years, you two began training together, maybe he tends to be a little rougher than other Lin Kuei, and maybe he's broken your nose once, twice, possibly even thrice before, but he did apologise, eventually.

He would confide in you about troubles with his brothers, well, he insists that Smoke isn't a brother and more like a stray even though that's just not true, but Bi-Han would be awkward and reserved about talking with you.

He feels that this isn't your business, and not only that, he feels like you just... Wouldn't get it? While he understands you may have issues of your own, his situation is rather unique.

His troubles mainly consist of Kuai Liang and Tomas upholding tradition, Bi-Han believes that his brothers view tradition higher than him, and even though he's grandmaster, that they don't take his opinions into account.

Of course, this is ludicrous, his brothers follow his every word and typically offer little resistance, though, if you try to tell him that he will just storm off and claim he was right all along and that you don't understand. He'll eventually come to his senses and realise what you said was true, but, won't apologise.

If you agree with him, or at least say you do, he'll murmur a gruff complaint about his brother's and then you'll sit in silence for a while.

By the time MK1 rolls around, he's fairly jaded, he doesn't like talking to his own brothers, he dislikes them a fair amount actually, but he still loves them, or, at least he holds love in his heart for Kuai, he still hates Smoke.

Bi-Han doesn't know exactly what he feels for you, he knows it's not friendship, but at the same time, he's never really had friends before, so, he can't be sure. All he understands is that he values you, and more importantly, your opinion, if you disagree with him it may hurt his pride, but please, stay firm, he comes around eventually, only with you.

He wants to wait for something, that maybe proves you may love him, because when that rolls around, he can fully decide whether to act on his emotions or not.

You most likely accompany the trio to stop Shang Tsung, and you'll most likely be there when Bi-Han betrays the Lin Kuei. Obviously, you choose to stay with him, and, it breaks Smoke and Scorpions heart, they may not have known you too well, but, they knew you were one of the only things that would stop him from going down that path.

In a way, you both failed them that day.

Now, after proving your loyalty to him, you're basically his right hand man and oversee a lot of the clan, you train young and old recruits, you maintain a harsh schedule everybody is expected to follow, you help Bi-Han with whatever he needs, and sometimes need to force him to take a day off.

By the way, he won't let you say his actual name, you always have to either call him Sub-Zero or Grandmaster, depending on if you're on a mission or not, his name is personal to him, a core part of his identity, and, until you're closer, he feels awkward letting you call him Bi-Han.

During this, he becomes even more angry, even more distant, even with you, and it may take pushing, reminding him of your childhood spent together, for him to crack.

He won't come crying into your arms, he doesn't beg for forgiveness or want any, he just sits there, and begins to rant. He rants about how he feels like, if he was a better grandmaster, his brothers would have joined him, if he was a better grandmaster, maybe he wouldn't have joined Shang Tsung, and wouldn't have been tempted by his lies.

You hold a hand to his shoulder, and you confess, you tell him what you think about him, how you feel about his temptation into evil by Shang Tsung, and even though he doesn't want forgiveness, you give it.

And, with permission, you hold his hand. It's a small step, but, it's the most contact you two will have together for a long time.

Now, he gives you small smiles in private, nothing wide, but something so tiny it's hard to differentiate from not having an expression at all, he gives you some time off, more than he gives himself, anyway, and more importantly? He feels himself relaxed around you.

Telling a joke that would once make him scoff and walk away now makes him let out a gruff and amused noise, it's a mix between a laugh and breath of air, and he only does it for you.

Dinners with him are less awkward, when before you would sit in silence, hesitantly taking bites from food. You two now chat quietly about your day, each recruit, and sometimes about each other. You can actually enjoy the food and his presence.

He lets you call him Bi-Han now, not in public, but, when you two are alone, in a hallway, in your rooms, having dinner or breakfast privately, whichever situation calls for you two to be alone, he lets you call him by his name, and, it makes him feel vulnerable. It makes him feel loved.

He's always held your opinion in high regard, but now, it's honestly the only one that matters besides his own, and he does, silently, hope you aren't so tempted by power like he is.

Bi-Han may take longer to kiss or cuddle you than what most would consider normal, he loves you, he knows he does now, but, he's nervous, no, he's afraid. He knows he's a rough man, and he knows how uncaring and even violent he is and can come across as, so, naturally, he tries to avoid the subject. He doesn't want to do anything without your consent, but he's also far too afraid to ask.

It will take you to ask him, you'll need to make the first move, and when you do ask him for that first kiss, he gives you that small, hardly noticeable smile, and you both lean in, closing your eyes...

It's awkward. Maybe you know how to kiss, maybe you don't, but Bi-Han definitely doesn't, and, it shows. He feels slightly embarrassed at how lost he is, but, you two can learn together, and even just telling him, hey, maybe it wasn't the best, but, we can learn together, lifts his spirits an unnatural degree.

For the next week, the schedules become less strict for most Lin Kuei members, and any mess ups are met with less harsh, but still kind of harsh, punishments.

Kissing is basically ingrained into your schedule now, once in the morning on the cheek before breakfast, maybe once at lunch if it's a tough day, and always a peck on the lips at night before bed.

It takes less time to cuddle if you've already kissed before, sure, it still takes a bit long, but, so do most things with this man. Maybe it starts with holding his hand, or, sitting on his bed and talking about things, training gets hard sometimes, so perhaps you're just a bit tired.

You look up at him and quietly ask if you can just lay down for a while, or, maybe you just lay down yourself and wait for any objections, either way, he lets you lay down, and eventually, lays down next to you. Your hands hold each other tightly, your head is resting on his shoulder and it feels strangely perfect, despite how stiff his shoulders are.

This becomes semi natural in your schedule, but only after a long day, cuddling each other until you or him are on the brink of sleep, and then you return to your bed. You two still sleep in separate beds, that's just how he prefers things, no matter how much he trusts you, it's just more comfortable.

I'd recommend cuddling in summer, because, he's insanely cold and the winter is not at all suited for cuddle sessions between you two.

It takes a bit for you two to start calling each other 'boyfriend', not because Bi-Han doesn't consider you his lover, and therefore boyfriend, but because he sort of just assumes that kissing, cuddling, all of that, makes you together automatically, and, he doesn't like announcing his relationships.

It's not like he's embarrassed of you, he seriously isn't, but, you're the only person who sees the vulnerable side of him, and he prefers to keep it that way. None of the other Lin Kuei members, god forbid any one else, deserves to know your relationship with each other.

Dates are rare, extremely rare, you two have major responsibilities within the clan, and, Bi-Han doesn't trust anybody enough for them to run it while you two are away, so, the most date-like thing you'll experience is eating dinner together after every one has had theirs and left.

[the-bonfires-ember]

Friendship and ASPD

In a cluster b server I’m in, someone asked about how ASPD impacts friendships and I was encouraged to cross post my response on here so here we go.

Firstly, I’m going to go through how I figured out friendship and how to make it work for me starting from my lowest functioning point to where I am now.

So to begin with, I had no true circles. I floated between groups of people who could give me what I wanted in that moment and just manipulated them into giving it to me if my request alone was not satisfactory. Sometimes all I wanted was social camouflage, sometimes i wanted money or food or a distraction. It was arbitrary and there was no real long term plan - at least, when i was no longer in an environment where long term strategies were vital.

Eventually, as I started working on my recovery, I managed to maintain relationships that were exclusively online. The convenience in putting away my laptop and my social obligations disappearing along with it was immensely helpful and it gave me a way of experimenting with being a little more open and a little more attached that had no Real Life repercussions. It was still transactional, all my relationships still are to this day, but they started becoming less Obviously transactional. I was still getting physical, tangible stuff from people, but I was also getting support, a safe space to figure out how to relate to my emotions, and somewhere to practice empathy and other social skills like it. There was a lot of trial and error but when I ruined something in one space I could just start again somewhere else and not have to worry about the two overlapping.

Now that I am Recovered™️ sort of, I’ve developed Exceptions, who have at some point shown that they are trustworthy and nonjudgemental and understand the antisocial side of my personality and are happy to help me work around it. My symptoms sort of change around them. I don’t have remorse but with Exceptions I will feel a kind of visceral disgust directed at myself for how I could have hurt them like that and that will quite often spark a narc crash.

I decided a long time ago what I didn’t want to be, so throughout the entire process I was watching for patterns of behaviour that were harmful for the sake of being harmful. I created a quite intricate set of rules that I couldn’t loophole my way out of and that was very much an important factor in how I continued to develop my skills and ability to interact and maintain relationships.

I am still bad at a lot of stuff though. I don’t reach out to people, I never start conversations so a lot of people just disappear until I’m reminded of them. I’m also awful at vocalising appreciation and while I know logically that people like to help their friends, I constantly have an internal debate about whether I am taking advantage of people I don’t want to be taking advantage of (given that taking advantage of people tends to make them pissed off eventually). And there are days where I don’t want to be around anyone at all and thats ok. It’s better for me to let myself be by myself than to force myself to interact with people when I really dont want to.

Recognising where I lack skills and reflexes prosocials have has been a skill in and of itself and it took a long time to develop it. But it’s been worth it to me, I’m now able to experience and enjoy so many aspects of life I thought weren’t meant for me.

And I’m very smug about being able to get it despite it being implied I never would.

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: Hitoshi has never been so annoyed by his new cat stealing your attention from him and ruining all your dates. A/N: I'M SO SORRY I LET THIS COOK IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG AND I GOT LAZY AT THE END @/katsukistofu anyways, actual A/N: the cat's name can be interpreted as a reference to the Apothecary Diaries or a pun on meowing or in Chinese literally catcat WARNINGS: Mentions of poop (it's cat, what'd you expect) and probably very OOC Hitoshi (forgive me I haven't finished MHA)

Hitoshi wanted to throttle everyone in the room and then himself. Not the best way to start your mornings.

“Everyone in the room” was actually just his cat. Of course you could count Eri and Aizawa downstairs but in truth the only one Hitoshi wanted to actually (not really) throttle was the cat. Possibly himself later too when you inevitably get mad/laugh at him.

He doubted the cat in question knew that though. Or if Maomao knew that she didn't care. Hitoshi side eyes her from the mirror, still in the process of getting ready. She continues her washing on his bed, either very obliviously or very smugly.

Hitoshi liked cats. Loved and adored them, in fact. But ever since THIS particular, traitorous feline waltzed into his life he might make an exception.

It probably started when he introduced Maomao to you. He'd been pretty worried to how his new pet would take to you, because if his beloved girlfriend and precious cat didn't get along he'd get another reason for insomnia. Thankfully however, you had immediately fallen for the innocent-looking Calico, getting on your knees at once to pet and coo and fawn over her. Maomao, in turn, ate it up and made a huge racket when you had to leave eventually. So far, so good - until Maomao decided to subsequently betray the one who had adopted her and be a gigantic (beep)block.

Only Eri believed him when he was complaining about how every time he tried to cuddle you, bam, Maomao was there to yowl and get in between. Wanna kiss? Um, no, Maomao just had to run into your legs and beg for head pats. Close the door and sleep without her? Nah, no, nope, she stayed outside wailing and scratching. Enjoy a movie night? Haha, Maomao thought not, so of course she tipped over the popcorn bowl on purpose, right?!

One time Hitoshi gave you a kitty plushy that resembled Maomao. The cat in question (jealously, he swore to the wide eyed Eri) stole it and it still hadn't been found; she took a dump right beside her litter box to be petty as well.

You ate it up. You succumbed to her cute, beseeching eyes to hug HER (and not him), let her get in the middle of you two on the couch (you even shooed him away to make room) and the audacity! You always complained if he took up most of the blanket you two were sharing, and when Maomao hogged up everything? You let her.

He couldn't believe how you utterly believed the cat's obviously jealous, possessive nature. The nerve of Maomao, to steal his girlfriend when he was the one to rescue her!

While Eri believed him completely, no matter how cute she was it wasn't going to give him much credibility.

Therefore, as Hitoshi suspiciously watched Maomao saunter out of his bedroom, he was going to come up with a plan to FINALLY get some long overdue kisses, dates and affection from you without Maomao interrupting.

STEP 1: Begin by showing the cat who's boss.

Hitoshi glared viciously at the creature who had first crawled in between you and him, therefore interrupting yet another cuddle session before demanding you to go get her some more treats as if he hadn't just fed her an hour ago. To top it off Maomao was now triumphantly meowing at him and pawing at the plushy you had gifted him.

“You're not getting that. You might have my own girlfriend wrapped around your paw but you and I know what you're REALLY like.” Hitoshi wondered if his mind control extended to animals, particularly the one now hissing at his reluctance to hand over the plushy.

“First you steal my girl and now you want my plush? That's low, even for you.” The cat's eyes widened innocently as Hiroshi's narrowed. “Let's not forget who rescued you from the streets, Mao. Or who's been changing your kitty litter, feeding you or bought you all those toys. Remember I'M the one paying for all your vet and grooming visits. So the least you can do is at least let me enjoy one movie night with my girlfriend, thanks, instead of hogging up everything.”

Huh. He didn't actually think that would work. Maomao looked disdainful but trotted away.

You reappeared, holding a bowl of popcorn and setting down a bowl of Maomao’s cat food. “Hey, where'd she go?”

“Somewhere.” Somewhere where she was probably throwing a tantrum, Hitoshi meant, but he grabbed you and managed to spend a pleasant two hours getting snuggled and teasing you about your overreactions to the movie.

Then Maomao jumped on him and spilt the leftover popcorn everywhere before walking off proudly.

STEP 2: Attempt to appease your feline by providing them with more affection, food and playtime. Your cat may simply be feeling left out.

In other words, bribery was his next method.

Bribery and spoiling, really. For the next three days Hitoshi did his utmost best - Maomao was fed nothing but her favourites, Hitoshi bought her a new toy which they spent countless hours playing with, he let her nap in his bed, Eri helped him pick out a new collar, blah blah blah. Everyone absolutely showered Maomao with attention and affection. So far she seemed very pleased with herself, strutting her around with her tail swishing and purring loudly for all to hear.

Surely, surely, she wouldn't mess with the study session you and him were going to have, right? Right?

Hitoshi was beginning to believe that as time passed; the both of your heads were bent forward, trying to make sense of maths. The click of pens, the flipping of pages, the crunch of your third bag of chips were the only sounds around. He wasn't worried about Maomao’s silence either - she couldn't possibly be causing trouble while sleeping in a patch of sunlight.

“I think we did a pretty good job, ‘Toshi.” You stretched your arms, yawning exaggeratedly. “Not to be lazy but I really want a snack. Something grape flavoured.”

Hitoshi raised his eyebrows, lifting his eyes away from his essay. “No.”

“Oh come on, don't act like you're not hungry, I heard your stomach growling-”

“No as in I know exactly what “snack” you want. Enough eating those grape gummies. You're addicted.”

“Hitoshi!” You whined. “Stop outing me!”

In the end you both compromised with a bag of sour cream chips each, no sharing. Well, no sharing from your end, really - Hitoshi gave in with a sigh as you leaned towards him with puppy dog eyes when your bag empties, feeding you the chips. Maomao awakens and decides to drop by, meowing for the crumbs as well. Hitoshi shoos her away from his books, informing her she’s already eaten and he wasn’t even sure if cats could eat sour cream. Maomao sulks when he gives the chip she wanted to you instead.

But it turns out it’s Hitoshi that’s left sulking as Maomao leaps onto the table and knocks over his coffee all over the desk and steals the chips. While he won’t admit it to you or Maomao or anyone - yes he’s concerned about the sour cream thing and wasted half an hour researching if his stupid cat was going to be okay.

STEP 3: If that fails try asking someone else to care for your cat while you both are away.

“Don’t forget to feed Maomao, she’s not supposed to have-”

“Hitoshiiii! I know!” Eri makes a face, hugging the cat close to her chest as she rolls her eyes and pouts. “Trust me, Maomao’s my cat as well!”

“Yeah, but you’re still taking her to your friend’s house, so I don’t want anyone getting into trouble.”

“Quit being a worrywart! Go have fun with your loooooooover!”

“You know what, the faster you leave, the happier I’ll be,” Hitoshi grumbled, pushing Eri out of the door gently to where Aizawa was waiting impatiently. “Shoo, homewrecker.”

“Bye, Hitoshi!”

“Good riddance.” He gives her a side hug anyway. Maomao hisses, annoyed she was being forced to leave. Hitoshi paid her no mind, seeing as she had been throwing hissy fits all day as if she knew you were coming and Maomao wouldn't be around.

You come over soon, exclaiming over the loss of his cat’s company, but you get over it quickly. You both have the house to yourself, after all, and the freedom to do whatever you wanted until Aizawa came back. Hitoshi's guardian needn't have been suspicious of you both getting up to no good however; you both wound up wasting most of your time making dinner - a shockingly complicated recipe you had insisted on.

“I'll bring the ingredients, you don't have to worry about anything!”

Pfft, yeah right, now he has to worry about the mess you’re - fine, you both are - making in the kitchen. The floor’s all wet, the sink is overflowing, it’s a literal water park. The recipe wasn’t even halfway done yet.

“You know what, I’m going to get a mop, you can continue with - whatever it is you’re doing.” Hitoshi pinches the bridge of his nose in mock exasperation. You roll your eyes but agree, huffing as you push your sleeves back again.

“By the way, where’s Maomao?”

“Eri took her to a sleepover. Didn’t think she liked that idea much though.”

“Real! Maomao only ever wants to be with you,” you laughed.

“Nah, more like you,” Hitoshi grumbled. “She’s never happy when she’s not there and you are.”

“Mhm, you’re-” You’re cut off by Hitoshi’s unexpected yelp and the clanging coming from the bathroom where he’s gone to go fetch the mop. Dropping whatever you’re holding you rush over there in a panic. “Toshi! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, that stupid cat took a shit here!”

“Isn’t she toilet trained? Did you step on- Oh god. You stepped on it.”

“Stop laughing at me!”

Even gone the blasted cat still managed to ruin a date. Hitoshi fumed silently.

STEP 4: Still unsuccessful? Try giving them a new friend, as they might be acting out from loneliness.

This particular method, unfortunately, quickly backfired on him.

“Aw look! They’re playing together, Jirou!”

“Huh, didn’t think Sora was capable of playing gently. She nearly gave Kaminari a heart attack jumping at him the other day.”

“Hey! Jirooooouuuuuu!”

“No, wait, Maomao, don’t do that!”

“Sora stop barking so loudly-”

Hitoshi’s overly exaggerated groan is barely heard over the din. His head lolled back, staring up at the sky. “Are we biking or not at this rate?”

Not that anyone heard him. You’re too preoccupied with cooing over Maomao, Jirou and her boyfriend Kaminari Denki trying to get their new puppy to stop eating rocks. It was supposed to be a biking-trip-at-the-park-double-date, for heaven’s sake, how did it spiral into this?

Maomao pawed at his leg. Hitoshi tilted his head back forward to glare half-heartedly at her. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. It’s your fault again.”

He’s even more offended when Maomao opts to sit in YOUR bicycle basket rather than his. Denki’s - traitorous friend that he is - snickering at him before Sora pees on his shoe.

STEP 5: As a last resort, consider punishing the kitten. Do not give them attention in any way. It is called the time out corner for a reason.

“Where’s Maomao?”

“Pay no attention to her.” Hitoshi burrowed deeper into your neck, his tone a request. “She’s being punished right now.”

“…for what?”

“A lot of things.”

“Like?”

“….every time you come she steals your attention. Just let me enjoy this.” Hitoshi’s voice holds the smallest hint of a whine. You mentally stored that away. “She was meowing at the door waiting for you at 3 in the morning!”

You twirl a strand of his purple hair, barely hiding your smirk. Ah, so all along…”Is that bad your cat loves me more than she loves you?”

“I adopted her!”

“Oh my god. You really are jealous of your cat.” You couldn’t help it. You collapsed on your side, crying with mirth. Hitoshi sits up straight, insulted, taking a cushion off the couch to smack you with.

“Stop that! I’m not!”

“Say that again; you’re not even convincing yourself!” Oh god, this made so much sense. You wiped at your streaming eyes, coughing up the last of the laughter. “No wonder you were - I can’t - this is too funny - I thought you were acting a little weird the past fortnight - oh my god -”

“Fine, fine, stop laughing! I was jealous! There, I said it, you happy?”

“But why?” You fondly pulled your dumbass of a boyfriend closer, squishing his cheek. Even sulky he was still cute.

“She keeps interrupting our dates.” Hitoshi’s voice is already muffled by your clothes but his muttering makes it worse.

“…”

“No.”

“….”

“STOP LAUGHING!”

“In all seriousness, Toshi, you could’ve just told me. We’ll remake all the dates without Maomao this time, alright? Swear on my life.” You even hold up a pinky.

His own grudgingly raises and locks it around yours.

“You can let Maomao out of punishment now.”

“Eh, no. She’s actually there because she scratched Aizawa’s car today.”

Alternatively, you could always just tell your girlfriend you’re jealous of the cat because the cat’s jealous of you both. She will immediately rush to reassure you and provide you with the much-craved, long-awaited affection you both had been denied by the cat.

Side effects, however, include providing her and everyone else with enough ammunition to tease you with for the next decade.

“Wait, Hitoshi was jealous of a cat?” Denki’s practically howling. Jirou sniggers quietly. “Does this mean he’s a pus-”

“Stop talking.”

Jirou nods appreciatively. “Now I wish i had mind control when it comes to this idiot.”

[funeral-pyree]

lover girl! ellie and her partner with long nails

mostly sfw but includes suggestive content - MDNI 18+

♱ she would absolutely ask you to wash her hair because she likes the way your nails scratch her scalp, and would hum contentedly while you shampoo her short auburn locs

♱ on days when you’re at work and she’s at home, she would attempt to replicate the feeling of you playing with her hair and scratching her head, eventually huffing and giving up because it doesn’t feel as good as when you do it

when you get home, she would do what i did when i was a kid and subtly (or at least she thinks so) ask you to get knots out of her hair because she “couldn’t reach properly”. you’d oblige, knowing full well she just wants you to run your nails through her hair but is too afraid to admit that’s what she wants

♱ would one day ask to come with you to get your nails done while out running errands together

definitely would ask what it feels like having fake nails on top of your real ones, so you’d suggest she should get hers done too

she’d panic thinking she had to get long nails like you and despises the idea of them, making comments about how she needed to keep them short for guitar and “other stuff” wink wonk. you’d lightly kick her in the legs for insinuating what she was in front of the nail tech, quickly muttering an apology, but still adorning a small smirk

eventually, she would opt for getting the shortest nails they’d offer her, ones that were barely longer than her natural nails, and would get black polish with little bits of glitter that sparkle in the right light. most definitely would show them off to her friends later, excitedly pointing out the little specks of glitter and saying you helped her pick it out.

she would, however, quickly get sick of the feeling of the acrylic on top of her nails, trying to pick them off after a few days, to which you’d scold her and tell her she was going to ruin her natural nails. she would whine at that saying “but babe!!” dragging out the ‘a’ sound, “they feel fuckin’ weird and i can’t pick shit up as easily.” pouting slightly before continuing with pleas of “just let me take them off.” you’d go back to the nail salon the next day and get the set removed. she would get them to repaint her nails with the same black polish again though because she liked how it looked, even on her natural nails

♱ would one day ask how people with nails could still fuck with “long ass talons” and you’d have to explain that some people get a couple nails cut shorter so they don’t hurt their partners. she would definitely think it looked goofy until you showed up at home one day with a new set, quickly noting how your middle and ring finger nails were cut considerable shorter. let’s just say she begged you to get them done like that from then on

♱ i could also see her scrolling through tiktok one morning and coming across a video of a guy learning how to do his girlfriend’s nails and thinking she should try it out. excitedly brings up the idea over breakfast, and once you agree, drags you out of the apartment to go get the necessary supplies. would actually love the process and think it was a fun bonding experience for you two.

she would get quite good at it over time and definitely put her steady hands and artistic abilities to use to create the cute sets you show her on your pinterest board. once she sees how much you like her work, she would get a tad cocky, stating that you didn’t need to go back to your usual tech anymore now that she’s “become a pro”. you’re more than happy to let her do them from now on though, enjoying how tender and careful she is when dealing with your nails.

i can see her drawing up her own designs that she wants to try out for your next set one night, giddily showing you her creations the next morning and begging you to let her do some of them, to which you obviously agree because who could say no to those puppy eyes she gives you when she’s excited

♱ she would LOVE moments when you’re snuggled up together in bed, all cozy and watching a movie (or barely in her case). she would be positioned between your legs, using your belly as a pillow and fighting sleep as you slowly drag your fingers through her hair. most definitely would end up snoring quietly on your stomach as you too, lose your battle to sleep as the credits roll and the last of the candle on your bedside table burns down to the wick

♱ in conclusion, she’s a big fan of your nails

AN: special thanks to @sapphic-gardn for reading over this for me!! this is my first time writing since i was like 14 so please be nice

[channieismyboy]

chanel chance

{dilf!seonghwa x reader}

sypnosis: after ariving to mr. parks place, you realize that he's more different than you thought he would be...

here's a link to my masterlist <3 | link to part 1 and part 3

warnings: age difference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, language, kind of slow burn, sad attemps at humor. wc: 2.9k

"i told you he was rich," jisung says in an 'i told you so' tone. normally, you would laugh at his comment, but your mind is still trying to process what is happening. you're not just going to babysit any girl. you're going to babysit the daughter of one of the biggest law company’s ceo's in your country. to say that you're terrified would be an understatement. sweat is starting to form at the back of your knees because of the situation you’re in right now. you thank yourself for deciding to wear long trousers.

"guys, i think mr. park is the ceo of my uncle's law company." you say timidly. "obviously since he lives in this type of area," minho adds.

"wait, i thought he was just some co-worker of your uncle's?" jisung asks, confusion laced within his words. you then explain to him what you discovered. both him and minho are stunned.

minho drives further up to the gate. a tall man, dressed in a black suit and dark sunglasses approaches the car, and signals it to stop before the gate. he comes closer to the window of the driver's seat, and leans down. minho rolls down the window, while clearing his throat.

"please show me some ID," the man says in an awfully stern voice. the aura that he emits is scarier than you thought it would be. minho reaches into his wallet to hand him his ID, you and jisung follow suit.

"okay," the man speaks while distributing back your ID's. "and what is your business here," his face is so expressionless, it intimidates you enormously. you decide to speak up at his question, as you're the reason for this encounter.

"i am here to visit mr. park seonghwa. i am scheduled to babysit his daughter." you pull out your phone to show the man your texts between you and mr. park for extra conformation. “and what about these two?" the man points to minho and jisung, with his eyebrows raised. you explain to the man that since you have no car, they drove you here. luckily, he lets you through the gate, telling minho leave right after dropping you off at mr. park's residence.

you three gasp in awe at the gorgeous mansions in the secluded neighborhood. some of them looked more modern than others. various had castle-like details on the roofing. every few seconds jisung would hit at minho's shoulder and scream at the magnificence of the homes.

the further the car into the neighborhood, the space between the homes became greater. mr. park's house number is 46. as you reach house number 45, the one across it is in yours and minho and jisung’s opinion the most beautiful. "this is 46 right?" minho asks, while eyeing up the house. It isn't as big in height as the other ones. however, it reached out more than the others. it looked to be two stories high, with a rectangular shape. the top of the home stood out more, giving it an abstract look. the first floor had a black expensive tiling, while the second floor had beautiful woodwork on it, with a stunning dark brown stain to it. the second floor had massive floor-to-ceiling windows tinted in a dark blue colour.

it had a deeper front yard than the other homes, making it look bigger. tall dark green trees surrounded the home. a combination of white hydrangeas and pink sweet peas covered the front of the home.

"holy shit," is all you could say.

"how rich is this man?" minho asks.

"he's the ceo of the biggest law company in our country. he is extremely rich." you answer.

you look at the time, it read 3:47 p.m. thank god you're earlier you think. you would not want to show up late, making a bad first impression on this man could not only ruin your chances of getting this job. but, could also ruin your uncle's job.

"well, what are you waiting for? get out." minho says. you realize that you have been in the car the entire time, and not walking to the front door. you grab at your things, it really is just your phone and wallet that you had to carry, and exit the car with wobbly legs. you wave at minho and jisung, and observe them drive off. they choose not to stay and sneak a peek at mr. park because they're scared that the man with the sunglasses who greeted you would be mad.

now you're left on your own, you start walking to the front door, thinking about what you might say to a ceo. you have certainly not met anyone so important in your life, let alone be in charge of their child. what if something bad occurs? what if the child does not like your personality? what if you say the wrong thing in front of mr. park?

millions of negative thoughts are roaming through your head, of all the possibilities that may possibly come about. they take a halt once you arrive at the big black front door. it caves in the house, and a small step that makes it more secluded. there are bright lights on the top of it, shining bright on you. there are black cast iron handles that are attached to the door. you pull on them and knock lightly twice. you feel your palms start to sweat even more.

you see the door opening, and you're met face to face with a lady in an all black uniform. she has a big smile on her face as she greets you. it's quite comforting for your situation.

"you must be here for the babysitting position. come in sweetie, and don't forget to take your shoes off." you do as you are told and follow the lady into the spacious living room. the interior of the home is absolutely gorgeous. it looks like something you would see in a magazine. the floors are a beautifully stained hardwood. the walls are also made of the same material. the ceiling is black, and has built-in pot lights. the living room looks like it's double the size of your apartment.

you sit on the black leather couch, and the lady instructs you. "i'll go fetch mr. park, and let him know you're a bit early. may i offer you something before i leave?"

you smile back at her, and place your hands politely on your lap, with your legs crossed. "i'm all right, thank you very much." the lady nods her head and leaves the enormous room. you're too nervous to look at your phone, in case mr. park comes into the room, and might think you are impolite.

a minute or two passes by, and you hear the sounds of someone approaching. you correct your poster, to make sure you look as best as possible.

"we finally meet ms. L/n." you hear a man say. your recognize the deep voice, and look to the left where he came in. when you turn, your eyes meet with the most beautiful man you have ever seen. his dark hair gelled forward. he's wearing a balck suit with the buttons done up. he's wearing a while collared shirt underneath with a neatly knotted tie, and a silver clip attached to it. he has sharp god-like features, especially his dark eyes. he looks quite intimidating, you may add.

you quickly get up, and place your hands at your sides. "hello mr. park, it's nice to meet you." you say while smiling, trying to look and sound as polite as you can.

"likewise. i will get my daughter in a second, i would just like to talk to you first." he says, while smiling. aa second ago, he looked like the most intimidating person, but when he smiles he looks as if he wouldn't harm a fly. you're trying your best to concentrate on what he's telling, but it's difficult due to his beauty.

"of course sir."

"great. can i get you a drink?" he asks. this time you feel like you should accept the offer, not wanting to seem rude.

"yes thank you, may i have a water?" you answer.

says to follow him into the kitchen. so he can get you a water bottle. "you know, your uncle is a dear friend of mine. he talks about you whenever he gets the chance. so when he told me that you offered to babysit my daughter, i had hardly any doubts," he says. his voice is so relaxed. he's speaking with you as if he'd known you for years.

you on the other hand, are trying your best to not freak out. "oh really? well, i'm very happy you chose to consider me mr. park. i will do my best,"

he laughs, while opening the huge stainless steal fridge, and grabbing two water bottles. his laugh is probably the prettiest sound you have ever heard, it's deep and a bit contagious. however, you're a bit confused by his reaction. "your uncle told me you would say something like that."

just just laugh a little, and can feel your cheeks turning red at his comment. he hands you the cold water bottle, and beckons for you to sit. "so, i hear you're currently studying pharmaceuticals?" you simply nod, and answer with a polite 'yes'.

"that is so fascinating. you must be quite bright? i find that medicine is too hard, so many terms, i would be so confused," he says, while turning his head around acting like he's confused.

you both had talked for a few minutes, and you must admit, mr. park is quite funny and charming. he cracks little jokes every-so-often when he or you says something. despite your earlier feelings, you're starting to feel more comfortable the more you speak with him. you never would have expected mr. park to be so good-looking and down to earth at the same time. it's making you feel better about the job, and fall for him even more.

-

after saying your goodbyes to mr. park as he leaves the house to attend an important meeting, you're now left alone with his daughter jieun. you had your doubts about taking care of a child for three hours, however she is the sweetest girl to ever exist.

she's quite a smart girl. already so advanced in school than her other classmates. and when she speaks she smiles so brightly, you can't help but fall in love with her immediately.

-

the next three hours went by rather quickly, you and jieun spent most of the time paying games, and watching her favourite cartoons. she would point out to you all the names of the characters, even dancing along to the music played for intos of the shows.

then she brought out all of her little artworks, showing you the various pink and red scribbles. she said one of them was a cat, but it really was a circle and two dots. but who are you to say no to such a sweet girl like her? you just agree and praise her for her artistic skills. she smiled shyly at your words, her cute cheeks turning a shade of pink.

you hear the door opening, picking up your phone and checking the time, you realize it 8:05 p.m. you also see that minho and jisung had texted you, saying that they're outside of the gate waiting for you. they are also asking how is it going.

dumbass (minho):

[5:16 p.m.] how's it going? is mr. ceo nice? do i have to beat him up yet?

dumbass's boyfriend (jisung):

[5:18 p.m.] is he a dilf? pls we need details y/n (and is credit card info-)

dumbass (minho):

[7:59 p.m.] since you're not answering, we're by the gate with the guy who has a stick up his ass. let me know when you're out

you:

[8:00 p.m.] i'll be at the gate in a few minutes. i have so much to tell you omfg

-

you see mr. park entering the house, as you finished putting away jieun's pencil crayons and colouring books.

"daddy! you're home!!" you hear jieun say, while running up to mr. park. he takes her in his arms, and lifts her up easily to his eye level. he gives her a kiss on her forehead, "daddy missed you sweetie. did you miss daddy?" he asks, in the sweetest voice. the expression on his face is filled with adoration for his daughter. the way he holds on to her, making sure she's secure, and could not fall. you can't help but smile at the two., while standing just beside them.

"yes i did!" jieun says while grabbing onto her dad's jacket that is now unbuttoned.

"aww. and how did you like spending time with y/n?" he asked.

jieun smiled brightly and said, "i like her a lot, she said my cat was pretty! and..." she whispered into her dad's ear, "she's very pretty."

you were able to hear her last comment as you were standing next to them. you smiled and turned a little red in the face at the cute little girl's compliment. mr. park nods his head in agreement saying a little 'yes', while looking at you with a warm smile. you had to metally remind yourself that you cannot scream right then and there with what mr. park had just done.

"why don't you say goodbye to ms. L/n, and go to your room, i'll be up there in a few minutes okay jieun?" mr. park says. the little girl waves at you and says an adorable 'bye bye' and goes upstairs to her room.

now you are left alone with mr. park again. this time you start speaking. "i should probably get going now," you say, looking at any place that is not mr. park's gorgeous face, and eyes.

"don't leave yet," he says. you're a bit intrigued now, wondering at what he will say next. "i still have to pay you for taking care of jieun." you laugh at the realization that he hadn't paid you yet. of course he would say that, why were you thinking of something else. he reaches for his wallet in his pants pocket, and pulls out the money to give to you.

"i think this should be enough, let me know if you need more," he hands you the money, you take a look at it, and it's 70$. this is already way too much, and he asked if you wanted more?

"this already more than enough mr. park, thank you." you say while putting the money in your pocket, and putting your shoes on. as you head for the door, and say your final goodbyes to the man behind you, he says something.

"you have a ride back home yes?" he asks. you explain that your friend dropped you off and picked you up for today. "oh i see, it's getting quite dark out, let me walk to the front gate at least."

"oh no, mr. park, i'm okay. i would not want to waste your time," you answer waving your hands in front of you.

"please, i insist." he gives you a pleading look that you just can't resist. plus if a man this good-looking and rich would want to walk you, who are you to say no?

-

you and mr. park engage in a conversation about jieun. you tell him that you adore his daughter, and cannot believe how inteligente she is at such a young age. he just answers with a laugh, and continues about how he doesn't understand how smart she is as well. he goes on a little more about his daughter. you don't really pay much attention though. you're too focused at how young he looks, his skin is the definition of perfection. you wonder how much he looks after it.

as the silence between you both starts to become a bit awkward, he asks you a question.

"is your friend always going to drive you here?"

"he usually has work, so not really. i know the bus stop is only a five minute walk from here, so i can just get here by that. i will have to make sure the guard at the front of the gate will let me in," you say half jokingly.

"oh yeah, i know john can be quite intimidating sometimes. i'll tell him that he will be seeing you quite often from now on."

you get excited at what mr. park had just said. does that mean you got the job? "seeing me quite often?" you ask, a little unsure.

"yes, you have the job ms. L/n" mr. park says.

-

a/n: omg guys part two is done!! I never expected so many people to be added to the tagslist for this omg <33 i’m in love with writing this story right now!!

and just to give a bit more clarification, this will be very similar to a slow burn, and the plot will evolve more. there will be smut, but that will be in the later chapters. i am also thinking of adding on different things to this story as well, (it will be a ff of seonghwa’s pov of the story) but i’m not so sure if i should do it or not.

for anyone who would like to be included in my tagslist please leave a comment, or message me!! it is never too late to add you. also please tell me what you think of the story (if you’d like to!). i see every comment, and notification <3

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[verdemoun]

sad macsummers hours where one of them gets sick and has to stay in hospital but will like recover becuz im watching my neighbour totoro where the mum is in hospital and idk it made me sad

I've been toying with the idea of the gang having some lingering complications from how they died so this is perfect.

Lenny suffers a spontaneous pneumothorax that is further complicated by post-surgical infection. Not only is Lenny being in hospital an ordeal on Sean in itself, but due to chest tubes, oxygen and other supportive medication Lenny can't talk to him.

This is a problem because 1. Sean is a nervous yapper and is slowly going insane not being able to have Lenny respond 2. Sean just doesn't understand the doctors. The staff are obviously geniuses and Lenny is getting the best care but they cannot explain what they are doing in a way Sean understands and Lenny can't talk to translate for him.

Sean feels as helpless as he would be in a different country to Lenny. He doesn't know what's happening, he doesn't know how to help, all he knows is that Lenny was meant to be going home after 6 days, and they were both smiling and laughing, and then Lenny was sick and struggling to breathe again and throwing up and feverish and sicker than he was when he first went in.

He does not leave Lenny's bedside, and the first thing Lenny says when he has the tubes removed for a second time and can talk again is 'I love you but you need a shower'.

Sean also holds Lenny's hand so tightly he almost breaks it.

Lenny tries his hardest to pretend everything is okay for Sean's sake because Sean is ruined seeing Lenny get sick, being afraid he's going to lose him because for Sean it's the first time he's gone through the grief of seeing Lenny so close to death, but eventually Lenny has to break too.

Sean, after weeks of feeling helpless, at least knows how to comfort his husband while Lenny goes through the terror of it sinking in that life is as fragile as it was in canon era.

--

Plus some canon era for a different flavor

Sean isn't okay when he is brought back to Horseshoe Overlook. Lenny helps him off Boaz and immediately knows it's not going to be bouncing back to normal Sean, despite the grin Sean has. He's running on the relief of being rescued and the adrenaline of being held upside down helpless during a shootout.

His arms are too thin. His skin is unnaturally warm to the touch. It takes every puppy-eyed boyfriend stare just to get Sean to sit down long enough to process the number of injuries. To notice the missing tooth and immediately force himself to stop staring at it. The healing black eye.

Second the adrenaline wears off, the pain sets in. The fever climbs. As much as horseback would be faster Lenny insists on the mercy of taking the wagon, with Sean laying in the back instead of trying to sit upright.

None of them are potentially fatal injuries. Sean is going to be okay, Lenny knows that. Sean knows that. But it's more than the gang can handle right now. Lenny is relieved to know Sean will be in the safety of a doctor's office.

Except Sean loathes doctors. And it doesn't help that the doctor in Valentine just seems like a shifty, nervous, feller. The number one thing Sean needs is rest and sleep, and Lenny knows Sean struggles enough sleeping without being in the creepy attic clinic of a doctor's office.

When he's asleep, Lenny lets it sink in how terrible Sean looks. If it wasn't for how thin he is, and how obvious the rise and fall of his chest is in his sleep, Sean would look like a corpse. He doesn't want waking up alone to be the final stress Sean can't cope with.

So begins weeks of battling Sean on Sean's behalf. Sean wants to be fine, he wants to be back with the gang and he does not want to be laying in bed all day being told to stay still so he can recover when the process seems heinously slow regardless.

That doesn't mean Sean has much fight. He puts so much energy into pretending to be fine, and arguing he's ready to go home to the gang and back to robbing, he sleeps 18 hours a day. Or sometimes he wakes up and admits his entire body hurts, and he's too nauseous to eat, and just looks out the dirty little window miserable.

Lenny stays as often as he can. Constantly, after catching Sean having snuck out and staggered to the bar before passing out on a stool. They play cards on goods days, Lenny reads to him on bad. The gang move on to Clemen's Point, but Lenny stays behind. Sean isn't ready.

Sean regains his strength on cute little dates walking around Valentine, getting excited over candy bars at the grocery store and beef stew at the saloon that they both think is better than Pearson's cooking. Sean's burned feet result in a bone infection, with the pain in his ankle lasting months. He uses a cane on bad days, and then realizes he quite likes using it as a weapon even on his good days.

By the time Sean is well enough to head back to camp, he actually dreads the lifestyle. He's gotten used to a physical bed, and the sheer concept of privacy. He likes having Lenny to himself too much - fake coughs and jokes he has an infection and needs to stay a few more nights. They both miss the gang too much to leave, but the thought crosses their minds.

Then - they get to Clemen's Point and there's no one there. No note. Just a quickly dug grave with no name. They realize they're on their own. They're alone, except for each other, no way to find the gang on their own. They're free. They're nobodies enough to slip through Tall Trees. They go back out West. They live happily ever after.

[starkstruck27]

Day 2 of @harringrove-flip-reverse-it , and I can't wait for you all to read my entry! Prompt: Trope Subversion - Arranged Marriage Title: I Don't Like Your Girlfriend Word Count: 4578 words TWs: Slight Homophobia

“Peter, you’re not going to solve whatever problem you’re trying to solve by pacing around all night, now sit down and eat your dinner before you starve!” Margie Harrington said to her husband. He’d been acting like this for days, ever since their son Steve had come for a visit and announced his big news. 

He and his partner had taken a vacation to California a couple of weeks ago, since that’s where his partner was from, and while they were there, they had gotten married. When they came back to Hawkins afterwards, they only told a select few people, and while his partner, Billy, didn’t want to tell his parents, Steve had decided to tell his. After all, it was big news, and he said he didn’t feel right keeping it from them. 

They had hidden it well, but his parents weren’t exactly thrilled about the match. Peter was a lawyer, and an important one at that, so he was obviously concerned about the family’s reputation, and to have his son marry someone from the wrong side of the tracks, especially when that someone was a man, it just didn’t look very good. Margie was just happy Steve was happy, but she also knew that eventually, Peter would try to get them to split, and she didn’t know how easily Billy would fold. She didn’t want Steve’s heart to be broken, and she didn’t want that to cause a rift between him and his father, either, but right now, there was nothing she could do.

“I’ll be there in a minute, Marjorie,” Peter called back, waving her off without even looking up. His wife sighed, but she walked away, knowing that it’d be easier to talk him out of whatever he was planning once they both knew what it was than to try and interrupt his thinking process and make him all frustrated. She went into the dining room and started eating by herself, rolling her eyes as she could hear her husband continuing to pace upstairs. 

Finally, after Margie had almost finished her meal, Peter came downstairs, a grin on his face like he had come up with a perfect plan, and started eating his cold dinner without so much as a grimace.

“Did you solve your problem, dear?” Margie asked as she cleared her plate, shaking her head a little as her husband hummed and wiped his mouth on a napkin.

“I believe I did, actually,” he said, taking a sip of wine before asking, “Stephen is twenty three now, correct?”

“Yes, why?” Margie asked, rejoining the table with her own glass of wine.

“Well, he’s just about that age to need to be on his own insurance, so here’s what we’ll do. I’ll call him and invite him to lunch so that he can sign himself off of our insurance, right? But in reality, I’ll write up divorce papers and that’ll be what he signs. I’ll figure out a way to get his friend to sign them too, and then when they inevitably split up, there’s no need for it to be a big thing, they’ll already be divorced and nobody will have to know about them being married in the first place,” Peter said, continuing to eat as he sat up, just as proud as a peacock.

“And what if they don’t end up splitting?” Margie asked.

“Then they don’t have to know. Stephen doesn’t know to look twice at whatever documents I tell him to sign, so it won’t matter! What do you think?”

“I think that you’re taking this a bit too far, Peter. There’s a lot of things you’re not considering.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one, they’re in love, at least enough to have been together since they left high school and to then get married. And another thing, what if Billy is smart enough to look twice when you make him sign? I think you’re blowing this all out of proportion.”

“Marjorie,” Peter sighed, “I have to do something. I cannot just allow Stephen to do whatever he wants and ruin his life, our lives, and the life of his friend. And if I have to arrange their divorce for them myself, then that’s what I have to do.”

“Well, just don’t expect me to be involved,” Margie said, standing up and leaving the table as she added, “I might not agree with the way they went about things, but if Stephen is happy, then that’s all that matters to me. If this is really a mistake, he’ll figure that out eventually, but if not, I’m not going to play a part in ruining his happiness just for our own vanity, and that’s final.”

“Fine, you don’t have to be involved, but just don’t spill the beans on me, alright? I’ll do everything myself,” Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes. Whether his wife would help him or not, he was going to go through with this. His son just could not stay married to that hoodlum, and that’s all there was to it.

The next day, Peter was at his office and, in between meetings, found time to write up the divorce papers for his son. He made sure to dot every I and cross every T, and by closing time, he had everything in order. The only thing left was to call Steve and set up a lunch date. He dialed the number Steve had given them for the phone at his new place, but after a few rings, it went straight to the answering machine.

“Hey, this is Steve,” the machine said in his son’s voice, and then in another that he vaguely recognized, “And Billy.” It went back to Steve’s voice and continued, “We’re either not home right now or we’re avoiding your call. Either way, the beep’s coming, you know what to do.” The message was accentuated by the sounds of giggling and a few snickers, and Peter felt his eye twitch a little as he listened for the beep.

“Hello, Stephen, it’s your father,” he said when it came, “I was just calling to see if you would be willing to come over next weekend and have lunch with your mother and I. I, uh, have some papers I need you to sign. Nothing major, just a few forms to get you off of our insurance now that you’re a married man. Anyway, get back to me as soon as you can and we’ll hash out the details. Have a nice evening, son.”

Steve had been busy with the dishes when the call had come in, but he heard the message as his dad left it, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Billy had returned from switching the laundry just as the message ended, and he saw Steve nearly falling into the sink as he laughed, so he walked over to help dry and asked, “Henderson or Buckley?”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, finally getting over the laughing fit.

“There’s only three people in the world that can make you laugh that hard, but I was in the other room, so that means either Henderson or Buckley called and left a message. C’mon, which one was it and what did they say that almost had you drowning in dishwater?”

“Actually, it wasn’t either of them,” Steve said, “It was my dad. He wants to have lunch with me next week. He needs me to sign something so I’m no longer on his and my mom’s insurance.”

“And that’s funny… why?” Billy asked.

“Because, I did all that months ago when I moved out of their house. I guess he never read the papers I had him sign, because apparently, he doesn’t know that, which means he’s planning something. He’s got some sort of scheme he thinks I’m gonna fall for, and I’ll bet my entire trust fund that it has something to do with splitting us up.”

“Really? Why the hell would your dad try and do something like that?”

“Because it’s not good for his image if I’m married to a man from the wrong side of the tracks. That’s gotta be his angle, because I don’t see any other reason he’d be this concerned about it. But anyway, the reason I was laughing is because he thinks it’s gonna work. He thinks I’d sign my soul away to the devil if he just asked me to, but I know better than to sign something without reading it first. But, I think I’ve got an idea.”

“For what?”

“Well, he thinks I’ll sign whatever he wants, so I’m going to, but not the way he wants.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued, what’s your plan?” Billy asked, knowing that sparkle in Steve’s eyes, and knowing that it meant mischief. 

“So, we’ll go to that lunch, and you’ll wear your best outfit, and we’ll bring Max along for moral support, and then, we’ll sign the papers,” Steve explained, his smile downright wicked.

“And how is that not doing exactly what your dad wants?”

“You’ll see,” Steve said, then added with a wink, “Oh, and I get to put your outfit together. We have to make sure you impress the folks after all.”

The next weekend came quickly, and everything was in place on both sides of the equation. Peter had the papers all ready on his desk, a pen already set on top of them, and Margie had made a fantastic lunch, one fit for kings. Steve had dressed Billy in his best outfit, a mesh crop top with simply sinful tight leather pants that showed off most of his tattoos and piercings, and they had picked Max up on their way to the house, making sure she was in her rattiest clothes, had at least four band-aids visible on her face and hands, and had her skateboard and walkman in hand. It took everything he had to keep a straight face as they walked up to the door, but he managed to keep it together and put on a neutral expression as they rang the doorbell, waiting for his mom to answer.

She had been clued in to their plan when Steve called her to tell her they’d be at the lunch, and she was all set to act accordingly with whatever they threw at her. She opened the door, smiling as she greeted them, and pretended to hide a grimace as she saw Steve walking in with Billy’s hand in his. Max didn’t say a word as she walked into the house after them, her headphones on as she walked past Margie without even a handshake, just as Peter walked in.

“And who is this young lady?” Margie asked, biting her nail as Max walked a bit too close to the living room carpet with her muddy shoes on.

“This is Maxine, we’re fostering her. Y’know, there are just so many poor kids who grow up in foster care, so we decided to do our part and try to give her a good home. The older ones tend to just age out since everybody wants the babies and toddlers, so we figured we’d give Maxine a try and see how things go,” Steve explained, smiling until Max ripped her headphones off and gave him the dirtiest look she could muster.

“It’s Max. If you can’t get it right, then don’t say it at all!” She snapped, dropping her board on the hardwood floor and starting to skate around the kitchen.

“Max, honey, we talked about this. No skating in the house,” Steve said, and Max just rolled her eyes.

“Then can I go outside?” She asked, and Steve sighed.

“Sure, but either Billy or I has to go with you,” he said, then leaned over and stage-whispered to his parents, “If we let her go by herself, she tries to run away.”

“Ugh, I hate you!” Max stomped her foot, crossing her arms as she put her headphones back on and stormed over to the couch.

“It’s a work in progress,” Steve said, following the girl’s lead and heading to the living room to sit while lunch was being finished. He relished in the barely hidden look of discomfort and disbelief on his dad’s face as he said it, having to pinch himself to keep from laughing.

“So, uh, Billy, how has married life been treating you?” Margie asked, slapping on a fake smile and pretending to be uncomfortable as she sat down across from him, Steve and Max.

“Oh, it’s great. Your son is one fantastic piece of tail, and I get to have him whenever I want!” Billy said, reaching over and pinching Steve’s ass to accentuate his point. Steve just giggled and swatted his hand away, and everyone else just laughed uncomfortably.

“And, um, what is it that you do for work?” Peter asked, and it looked like he was near a heart attack as Billy kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

“I’m currently unemployed, but I know a guy who’s been hooking me up with some decent work in sales. It’s a pretty loose gig, but it brings in a lotta dough, and I get a twenty percent employee discount, so,” he said, shrugging as he propped his arms up behind his head.

“And what exactly is it that you sell?” Peter asked, his head starting to pound.

“Oh, y’know, party supplies. Amps, sweet stuff, disco biscuits, special K, electric kool-aid, some bud, you get the gist,” Billy said, shrugging again. He tried not to lose it as Steve’s parents both looked confused at first, but then quickly realized what he was talking about and nodded as if they still didn’t get it. It was hilarious watching his dad try to keep his cool as he put his arm around Steve, and it only became funnier as he had to excuse himself for a moment to ‘check on lunch’ as Steve cuddled into Billy’s side.

“Can I go upstairs and see your old room?” Max asked, sitting up a little on the couch and speaking loud enough so Peter would hear it as he left for the kitchen.

“Sure, go ahead,” Steve said, “It’s just up the stairs and to the right.”

Max got up from the couch then and bounded up the stairs as quickly as she could, leaving Steve and Billy alone with Margie.

“So, you think dad suspects anything?” Steve asked his mother quietly.

“No, I think you’ve got him right where you want him. And it was a great idea bringing Max into this, she’s a wonderful actress. I think if the three of you keep it up, I’ll be able to convince him to leave you be once it’s all said and done,” Margie said with a wink.

“Good. Oh, also, we had another idea that we wanted to run past you first before we did it. Would you be okay if Max threw some food at you then?” Steve asked, the mischievous glint playing in his eyes.

“We’d have her wait until it cools down a little, of course, but after she does, you can say you need a moment and excuse yourself, and that’ll give your husband the perfect opportunity to have us sign those papers,” Billy added, smiling along with Steve.

“As long as she doesn’t throw a whole chicken breast at me, I’m fine with that,” Margie said, shaking her head as she laughed a little. “Oh, wait, I think I hear your father coming back, everybody quit smiling!”

As Peter walked back into the room, he found everyone in the same position he’d left them in, chatting about the weather. As he sat down, he asked, “What happened to the young lady?”

“She wanted to check out my old room, so she’s upstairs,” Steve said, and just then, Max came barrelling back down the stairs, holding something in her hands.

“Oh my God! This is so funny, check out what I found!” She said, waving around a porn magazine.

“Max! Where did you find that?!” Steve nearly shouted, pretending to be panicked as he tore the magazine out of her hands, trying to hide it.

“Under your bed. Gotta say, Steve, you’ve really got a type,” she laughed, holding up one of the pages that had fallen onto the floor. It showed a blonde woman dressed all in leather that had a brunette man tied up on the ground in front of her, and once everyone had gotten an eyeful of it, Steve grabbed that, too, crumpling all of it up and taking it to the kitchen to throw it away. Max continued to laugh, and Billy had to chuckle a little, too. They’d planned this gag along with everything else, but the way Steve’s face went red just like his parents’, it was just too funny.

“Um, I-I think lunch should be ready by now, why don’t we head in to the table?” Margie said, her face still flushed as she led the way to the table. It was set with the semi-fancy silverware and china, and Max’s eyes grew wide as she walked in. As soon as they were all seated, she waited until she thought Steve’s dad would be the only one looking, and she swiped the crystal salt and pepper shakers off the table, stuffing them in her pocket.

“Now, young lady, you are a guest in our home, and we are being very kind to you. You should not be repaying that kindness by taking our things and acting the way you are,” he said, giving her a hard stare.

“I didn’t do anything,” Max said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as he, Billy and Margie walked in, carrying the food dishes.

“I didn’t do anything!” Max was quick to defend, glaring at Peter.

“Yes, she did. She took the crystal salt shakers and stuffed them in her pockets,” Peter countered, and Steve looked at Max disappointedly, shaking his head. 

“Max, we talked about this. You don’t take things that don’t belong to you, now put them back,” he said, putting his hands on his hips as Max groaned, but put the shakers back on the table. Steve glanced at his dad after the whole exchange, and was pleased to see his eye starting to twitch again, an obvious sign that they were getting to him. 

After that, they all sat down and started serving themselves. Margie had made chicken with broccoli and potatoes, and for most of the meal nothing major happened. This was mostly due to the fact that nobody said a word as they ate, any and all conversation topics seeming loaded with too much opportunity for awkward tension, so nobody bothered to try. That is, until Steve saw that Max was eating everything but her broccoli.

“Max, honey, you have to eat your broccoli, or else we won’t get ice cream on the way home,” he said, nodding at her plate, but she only scoffed.

“I’m fifteen, Steve, not five, and I don’t like broccoli,” she said, rolling her eyes yet again.

“Just eat it, alright?” Billy backed Steve up, making his tone as sharp as possible until it was practically a growl.

“No,” she said, “I don’t like broccoli.”

“Just fucking eat it, Max. I’m not gonna say it again!” Billy raised his voice at her.

“I won’t say it again, either! I. Don’t. Like. Broccoli!” She raised her voice right back, picking up a couple of florets in each hand and throwing them, some hitting Billy and Steve, but the majority going off to the sides and hitting his parents. After her tantrum, Max stood up from the table quickly and stormed off to another room, her headphones back on her ears as she hid in the living room. Billy stood up as if he were going to go after her, but Steve grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, telling him to give her a few minutes to cool off before they both said something they’d regret.

Meanwhile, his parents just sat there, both in disbelief at the girl’s horrible behavior and the way Billy had tried to handle it. For a minute, it seemed like nobody was going to move, as if everything had been stopped by the tantrum and now somebody had to restart time. Finally, Margie was able to get into character and stood up, still pretending to be in shock as she muttered, “I-I need a moment,” and left the room in a rush.

“Stephen, why don’t you come into my office and sign those papers now, and then I think you all should leave, your mother seemed terribly upset,” Peter said, standing and looking at Steve in a way that told him he didn’t really have any choice in the matter. Steve just nodded and said okay, and he and Billy followed his father to his office.

“It’s an insurance thing, so will you need just my signature or both of ours?” Steve asked as they got into the office, glancing at the papers on the desk.

“Both of you will need to sign it,” Peter said, flipping to the right page and holding out a pen to Steve. He signed, then passed the pen to Billy, who signed as well.

“There, we should be all squared away, then,” Steve said, handing the papers back to his dad. “Sorry about all this, dad, this was supposed to be a nice afternoon. Tell mom I said sorry too, okay?”

“I will, son. Have a nice evening,” he replied, the first genuine smile he’d had all day coming to his face.

Steve led the way back to the living room so that they could collect Max before leaving, making sure his dad was well out of earshot before he started to laugh quietly. They got Max and quickly left, saying a quick goodbye to Margie when they saw her on her way to the office, asking her to give them a five minute head start before she went in there. She agreed and hugged them all before they left, waiting until she heard their car rumbling down the road before she went to find her husband.

“So what was it that he tried to get you guys to sign?” Max asked from the backseat, taking some of the band-aids off her face.

“Divorce papers,” Billy grinned wickedly, “But we didn’t actually sign them, don’t worry.”

“Nope. Poor dad’s in for a shock once he finally takes a closer look at those things,” Steve agreed, winking. “Now, let’s celebrate! Who wants ice cream?”

Back at the Harrington house, Margie had just entered the office, schooling her features to be neutral before she knocked on the door frame and walked in.

“So, I think we can agree that the next order of business is making sure they don’t adopt that horrible little girl, am I right?” Peter said as Margie sat down, kicking his feet up on his desk as he filed the documents away in a folder.

“I take it they signed, then?” Margie asked, biting her lip so as not to break the facade just yet.

“Sure did, see for yourself!” Peter said, flipping to the right page and holding the paper out to his wife. She couldn’t help it anymore, she let out a little giggle and said, “Um, dear, you might want to take a second look at those signatures.”

Peter looked at his wife like she lost her mind, and quickly whipped the paper around to see what she was talking about. His mouth went dry as he saw it, and his eye started twitching again, because instead of two names on the signature lines, he saw two parts of a sentence. In the neatest cursive he’d ever seen, the phrase “Suck a Lemon, Old Man!” was written on the lines.

As her husband started completely dumbfounded at the paper, Margie finally lost it, bursting into a fit of laughter that didn’t end until the papers Peter had been holding were halfway through the shredder.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, Marjorie! This is a disaster! This whole damn afternoon was a disaster!” He ranted, throwing his arms up in frustration. “Now I’ll have to write up a whole new set of papers and figure out some other plan!”

“Oh, come off it, Peter!” Margie finally calmed down enough to say, “This afternoon was a disaster by design! Stephen knows you, he knew that there was more to this, especially since he got his insurance in order months ago. They planned this whole thing to show you that you’re upset about nothing.”

“You call what happened out there nothing?!” Peter asked, completely exasperated.

“No, that was absolutely something. That was the worst case scenario. But that’s not how their relationship actually is. They wanted to show you that for as worried as you are about their relationship, it could be a hell of a lot worse. It was all acting. Max isn’t a foster kid, she’s Billy’s little sister, and they asked her to help them today by acting as badly as she could so you could see that at least they don’t have a juvenile delinquent they’re trying to raise. Steve dressed Billy up like that and had him say all those things about dealing drugs and such so that you can now think that at least our son didn’t marry an unemployed drug dealer with anger issues. It was all just like one big prank.”

“And you were in on it?!”

“Yes, I was.”

“Why would you do that to me?!”

“Because they asked me for help and I gave it to them,” Margie said, sighing, “Look, Peter, I realized a while ago that if I try and control everything about Steve’s life, not only would I never win, but I’d end up losing him in the end. He’d get fed up with me and if it hit a certain point, he’d cut me out completely. So instead of trying to control him, I’ve decided to support him instead. He’s made a lot of mistakes and he’s going to make more, but rather than try and prevent them from ever happening, I’m going to help him through those mistakes so he learns from them. And I don’t think he’s making a mistake with Billy. They’re in love, just like we’re in love, and they deserve to be in love without someone else controlling their every move. And if, heaven forbid, they ever do realize it’s a mistake, then I’d rather be here to offer Steve a shoulder to cry on than to laugh and say ‘I told you so’, wouldn’t you?”

Peter looked lost in thought as Margie’s words sank in, and finally, he sighed. “I suppose you’re right,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I guess I should just be glad that nothing they said today was real, huh?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Margie smiled softly, taking her husband’s hand and kissing it gently.

“And I suppose I should call them tomorrow and apologize, shouldn’t I?”

“I think that would be best. Then maybe next weekend we can have a real lunch and we can all get to know each other the right way, hm?”

“Fine. But if that girl decides to tag along again, make sure that broccoli is not on the menu,” Peter said, making them both laugh.

[quinloki]

Make things even worse: the reader in the Shanks/Marco throuple is the same one who worked so hard to escape the WB Pirates. Marco has wanted to speak with you for so long, maybe try to apologize, but that's impossible now. Months of being held captive by Shanks, pit growing heavier in his chest as he remembers you crying under him, of all the times you tried to run or fight back... and then one day, there you are, bound, swearing and struggling over Shanks' shoulder, and when your eyes lock on Marco you immediately freeze. The look on your face makes him sick.

Shanks probably had you on his proverbial radar for awhile- he's not immediately infatuated or anything, but anybody who manages to escape and evade Whitebeard and all his sons is obviously worth keeping an eye on. It's hard tracking you down, too- he genuinely expected to have you before he finally got his hands on Marco. Eventually he decides not to search at all, and waits on the island with the hunch you might visit the grave. And he's right.

You have lots of feelings about this too, of course. You didn't trust Shanks, but it made sense that he might visit too so you aren't as worried as you should be... and that's your downfall. Whether this reader has a devil fruit in this or not, he's stronger. Your strategy was running and hiding for a reason. When you first see Marco of course you aren't able to rationally process the situation, fixating on the idea that he is part of this. He has to be. He must be behind this because what the fuck would Shanks of all people want with you? But you aren't stupid and reality sets in quick. Marco is a prisoner too. And you are so angry for pitying him, for wanting to help him, and even angrier for finding little pieces of satisfaction now that he’s hurting just like you.

ohhhhhhhh

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OH I LOVE THAT \o/

Man what a great little collection/twist on the entire series of ideas that have been going around on this. I love it. You tied it together very well =3

The whitebeard pirates didn't break you. Shanks doesn't. It's Marco underneath you, apologizing in such a small voice, with a face that isn't twisted in dark desires, but with eyes nearly hollow with regret. There's such weight in the nearly wretched sound, like he knows he doesn't even really have a right to say them, but he means it.

Man that's good, an interesting take too. The idea that either losses at Marineford, or during the Payback Wars were enough to make Marco do some soul searching. That he realizes he genuinely wants to apologize, wants to do whatever he can to assure you that he won't force you to do anything ever again.

You don't even have to forgive him. He just wants the chance to be honest with you. And in looking for you, Shanks finds him first and his plans are ruined. He has no idea when he'll escape now, and when he sees you forcibly brought aboard he knows there's just nothing left anymore.

I feel like in this version, Marco dies fighting Shanks so you can be free. Freedom you get, but you never get the chance to tell Marco you forgive him. Cause I mean, if we're going to floor that Fucked Up Situations pedal we might as well just bury it too.

[icespur]

There are not enough Mpreg Parent Akeshu fics

I must admit, I'm a bit disappointed.

it's not like there's zero. There are some, but not nearly enough or I'm not looking in the right tags.

There's especially HUGE missed potential that not enough people utilize.

I've seen wholesome Akiren as a parent. Seems everyone is in agreement he'd be the chillest, awesomest, father.

But what about Akechi?

Goro "I had a bad childhood, no father figure, Mom passed away when I was young leaving me to grow up in either Foster Homes or the closest living relatives the Social Worker could track down. Who took me in but didn't want me. so I grew up to mask my true nature by being polite on the outside and a celebrity to get some form of positive attention, and I tracked down my deadbeat father who I'm going to ruin the life and career of out of spite and vengeance, for me and my late Mother." Akechi.

The man has childhood baggage, who knows how many young children he's interacted with as an adult. So his experience would range from "limited" to "none existent"

If one of these boys wouldn't take to being a parent well immediately, it would be Akechi. Like, the man is having an external crisis, he's not okay.

"I am the LAST person that should be a father. Do I look like fatherly material to you? I can't even recall the last time I interacted or made eye contact with an infant. Maybe I never did! I can do research and read books, I'm good at researching, I'm going to read the books no matter what but that can only help so much. I know what not to do, from my childhood. I'm going to try my best to do the exact opposite of what Shido did, but no parent is perfect, I could still screw the kid up! Not to mention I'm still processing the fact that MY RIVAL HAS A FUCKING FULLY FUNCTIONING UTERUS.

I knocked up my Rival

I knocked up the man I once shot in the head

I knocked---holy hell what have I done?

I've never been interested in Women, so I never thought I'd have to worry about accidentally planting a little me inside someone. Do you realize how many women I have turned down?

So here I was, thinking I'd be safe. That obviously nothing would come from indulging in a night of passion with my frustrating, Idiotic sexy, alluring, Rival.

But once again, you are just full of surprises apparently in the internal organs sense too because you can carry children and now both of us are unironically FUCKED."

"I'm not going to force this on you, I just thought you deserved to know. If you don't want to we can--"

"Pfft, HAHAHAHA. You say that like it's an actual option. Do I need to remind you what my upbringing was like? I'm not repeating the same mistakes, I'm not leaving. Granted you are obviously in a better financial situation and have a proper support group unlike my Mother. But if I decide to leave now, or stay but run later down the line, what's stopping our child from living in a constant internal state of guilt and loneliness, which will eventually evolve into anger and spite and once they're of age to move out, make it their mission to hunt me down and enter a false work alliance so they can gain my trust enough to eventually betray and torture me. Or just flat out kill me. And You know what? I wouldn't blame them! I'd kill me too if I could. I can't let that happen, I refuse to put a child with my D.N.A. through what I went through. So we are moving in and getting married (oh my god, I have to move in and marry my Rival) Because that's what Japanese family laws all encourage. And I'm going to internally pray and wish that I don't somehow manage to fuck up an innocent being that belongs to us, even though I have no idea what I am doing. Did I mention I have zero experience with babies and children?"

Point is, parentGoro! Has so much potential and it should be a crime that there are so little fics exploring that.

[zombiecicada]

World Building: Crux Demonbeast Sanctuary

The Crux Factory is located on a small planet within the eastern parent of the Southern Region of space. The smallest planet of a multiple gas giant solar system, Crux is covered in a dense yellow atmosphere and covered in methane oceans. The only habitable spots on Crux being a number of small climatized domes dotting the surface on the few patches of land. From space and without proper equipment, it would simply look like a completely uninhabitable world.

However, during the height of the war, it was an Nightmare Enterprises claimed planet that housed multiple factories, utilizing the nitrogen and ammonium compounds from the atmosphere and methane from the oceans to make various explosives, fuel, ammo and other weapons and ammunition for the war. It was also the site of two laboratories, which created the sasuke demonbeasts to use in order to staff the factory with free labour.

Crux was managed by manager and scientist Dr Ayelech Sanus, who was in the process of training her son Majang Sanus to be her successor.

Crux met its end after the escape of one of the sasuke workers, who managed to get off the planet and went to the GSA, offering information in return for the freedom of his people and the destruction of the factories. Determined to change the tide of the war by removing NME’s main access to ammunition and fuel (after all, your enemies can’t fly ships and can’t shoot at you nearly as much if they have a sudden shortage of fuel or bullets) the GSA agreed and launched a nuclear attack on Crux, deteriorating within the interiors of the domes and destroying the factories and structures within.

Reports say there was no NME survivors that did not catch wind evacuate beforehand. However what most didn’t know, and would never learn was that there was on survivor, Majang.

Majang spent a lot of time trapped within the fallout bunkers his mother had locked him into. The radiation from the attack changed him overtime, giving him his unusual appearance.

Eventually he did manage to get out, and emerged into a destroyed world. The mountain that they had been mining had collapsed in the blast, burying several of the buildings, including the one he was in. It took a lot of digging and rigging old drilling equipment but little by little he made his way to other buildings, including the communications center. After several attempts to restore some kind of power to the equipment he was able to turn on the logs and was greeted with the records stating he was dead and Crux had been destroyed.

He spent a couple days pondering what to do with himself, obviously going back to NME and declaring he was in fact not dead was an option. He explored more of the ruins and built more tunnels to other buildings, eventually reaching Alpha Containment. It dawned on him that Ayelech had never let him in here before, and that’s one thing about being dead on paper he would find time and time again, you can do whatever you want. And he went inside and explored the various containment chambers, and to his surprise he found another survivor. Only, the survivor wasn’t a person, but a massive, massive demonbeast.

A massive building sized chained creature, eyes blinded. Demonbeasts did not need to eat, they did not need sleep, they would not die without either. This creature, a creature known as a riftwrath, a powerful demonbeast of the wrath type demonbeast line, had been left to rot.

Majang started to speak with the monster, or rather it would speak by taking control of him to use his body to make words. Which, albeit very unsettling at first, was something Majang got used to. The two struck a very unlikely bond, the creature was named Rodger by Majang, and Rodger shared his stories of the cruelty and suffering he had endured at the hands of NME. Now Majang has been raised by NME his entire life, he was born into the company, his mother taught him everything he knew and that included the belief that NME was doing the right thing and that demonbeasts were simply just tools to be used.

But Rodger frankly shattered that view.

Majang, after a couple more weeks of thinking, finally got the idea of what he wanted to do with his newfound freedom. He wouldn’t be going back to NME, he’d rebuild this place. But instead of a factory, it was going to be a sanctuary. Rodger agreed to be his right hand monster in the operation, and with Majang’s permission used Majang’s body to see the world to open up rifts to other planets so Majang could leave.

Over the next several years Majang and Rodger fixed up Crux, Majang rebuilt as much as he could and got much of the equipment back online. He turned it into a true demonbeast sanctuary for him to care for monsters, treat them of injury sustained from war and lab testing, and humanly study them to better understand them. As the war raged on he dodged both NME and the star warriors, capturing demonbeasts to take back to the sanctuary to spare them from the war and experimentation or death at the hands of the rebel forces.

The location of the planet is still kept secret and Majang has lived there as the only non demonbeast for a long time now, his ability to interact with people having greatly diminished. He’d still be kind to others if he met them, and would even offer them to stay at Crux if they needed a place to run and hide, providing they wouldn’t hurt his monsters.

He’s content to continue doing this for the rest of his life, expanding and bettering his sanctuary, and furthering his understanding of the monsters who call it home.

[hbyrde36]

No Vacancy

Chapter 8: Reservations

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*STEVE*

The reality of being with Eddie, really being with him, was even better than Steve could have imagined.

Each night, as soon as the bar closed the other man would rush home, shower away the sweat and stale beer from his skin, and slide under the covers next to Steve in whatever bed he had chosen to fall asleep in that night. 

Usually whichever one they hadn’t wrecked the night before. 

Steve truly was a heavy sleeper. It wasn’t unusual for him to snooze through the entire process, waking only when he felt the press of Eddie’s naked body against his own, or on one memorable evening, waking to find Eddie already between his legs, teasing him with lips and tongue until he was begging for more.

After, they would spend a little time together cuddling in the dark, with Eddie quietly telling him about his night, or sometimes delving into heavier topics when the past started to weigh on his mind, until Steve inevitably dropped off to sleep again. He always tried to fight it, to stay awake as long as he could, to spend as much time with Eddie as possible, but his daily early wake up calls for work made it a losing battle.

Steve didn’t mind the interrupted sleep. He was more than happy to endure a little tiredness in the afternoons, easily offset by the occasional nap. It was worth it for the new sense of happiness in his life. 

Eddie seemed to feel the same, waking early to simply watch from beneath the sheets as Steve got up and ready for the day, and to accept a kiss goodbye before he rushed out the door.

Not only that, but—as Eddie eventually admitted one day—that particular habit wasn’t a new thing. The kissing was, obviously, but apparently Eddie had taken to watching Steve in the mornings in secret while he was still, quote, “working his shit out.”

Eddie called himself a creep for it but Steve thought it was cute, incredibly sweet, and he  promised to only tease the other man about it a little.

Steve went back to having his lunch breaks at home in their room. 

Until Eddie had a night off It was their only time to catch up while both of them were fully awake and coherent. Though, sometimes—most of the time, talking turned into flirting, which led to making out, which led to Steve being late back to the beach when he couldn’t resist getting on his knees for his ridiculously hot boyfriend. 

A boyfriend who wouldn’t let him leave until he came too. 

Steve wasn't used to being met even halfway with his level of intensity and devotion by partners in the past, but Eddie—for all his talk of being new at this, and nervous that he would fuck up being in a real relationship—was happily and effortlessly meeting him exactly where he was.

It was perfect.

Except for the fact that the very first night, when their relationship was mere hours old, Steve accidentally found out something that had the potential to ruin it all, and he was kind-of really fucking stressed out about it. 

He hadn’t even been snooping!

It was a complete accident that he’d noticed at all. 

He’d been sitting in the back, at the desk in Chrissy's office behind the check-in counter, reading and minding his own business, when the fluorescent lights overhead began to hurt his eyes. As he looked away from his book, blinking hard and stuffing a blank sheet of receipt paper between its pages to hold his place, he just so happened to glance down at the open register sitting in front of him on the desk, and he couldn't help noticing that a few of the names listed under reservations sounded—familiar.

Anne Elliot, Frederick Wentworth, Charles Musgrove…

Steve furrowed his brow, setting his own book aside to examine the ledger more closely. He flipped to the next page, and the next, encountering more and more familiar names as he went.

Charlotte Lucas, William Collins, Charles Bingley, Jane Bennett, George Whickham.

More than half of the rooms in the Buckingham were supposedly spoken for by famous literary characters.

Steve’s pulse quickened as he considered the implications. 

The chances of these being actual paying guests who just so happened to share their names with the cast of several romance novels was extremely slim. 

Zero. 

The chance was zero, if he was honest with himself.

Frantically, he rifled through Chrissy’s top drawer until he located the keys she had shown him earlier—the housekeeper set that would let him into any room in the motel—and after jotting down a few of the corresponding room numbers on a post-it note ran from the office, through the lobby, and out into the courtyard. 

He slowly approached the first door, knocking on it with shaking hands. When there was no immediate answer he tried again, this time announcing himself as a member of staff and praying that someone would come to the door. 

Predictably, they didn’t, and Steve held his breath as he fitted the key into the lock and turned the handle. 

The room was unoccupied, its air stale. No signs of life. No unmade bed. Everything neat as a pin, and not so much as a drop of water in the bathroom sink. 

He quickly stumbled back out and made his way to the next room, already knowing what he was likely to find, a conversation he’d had with Robin a few weeks ago about the motel’s broken no vacancy sign running back through his mind. 

The second room was, unsurprisingly, in the same state as the first. 

Steve locked it back up and trudged back to the lobby, not even bothering to check the rest.

It’d been a lie. 

A set up, from the very beginning. 

Robin, and clearly Chrissy was in on it as well, had set him and Eddie up, forcing them into close proximity in the hopes that–

In hopes that what?

That they would magically click and get together… like they were now?

It’d been a torturous route to get there, and Steve could feel the beginnings of anger towards his best friend start to come to life in his belly, but at the same time…

At the same time, it’d worked, hadn’t it?

He could have done without having to watch Eddie hook up with other men, but if they hadn’t been made to coexist like this, Eddie might never have given him the time of day, might never have looked past Steve’s hair and his old reputation and saw someone worth knowing. 

Steve tried to remain calm.

He could imagine a far off future where one day he might look back on this situation and laugh about it. Things had worked out in the end. He was happy. They were happy. Maybe this wasn’t the big deal his rising panic kept trying to tell him it was.

Except he was pretty sure Eddie wouldn’t see it that way. At least not at first. He was pretty sure Eddie would freak out about this, actually, and it might destroy everything they were building between them before the first layer of cement had even dried.

For the final hour of his time covering the desk, Steve agonized over what to do. He wanted to scream at Robin for putting him in this position almost as much as he wanted to thank her for it.

The part of him that valued open and honest communication was telling him he needed to come clean to Eddie at the earliest opportunity, while the more pragmatic and insecure part of him was sure the best thing to do was pretend he never noticed, not say a word about it to anyone, and just hope Eddie never found out. 

He locked the door at 9pm on the dot and went back up to their room, doing his best to stay awake until Eddie got home from the bar, all the while trying to put when he’d learned far out of his mind. 

It would be fine. 

They’d both been gullible enough, and distracted enough to have not figured it out for this long.

Surely he could continue to keep Eddie distracted long enough to figure out a plan.

It worked for a while. 

Even with the challenges of their off-schedules and the fact that Eddie hadn’t had a night off since they became official, they were somehow managing to build a relationship that was only getting better, and deeper by the day. It was all too easy for Steve to forget that they were sitting on a knife’s edge. 

It was almost two weeks before Eddie finally got a break. A coworker who’d been down with a nasty cold was finally feeling better, and to make up for the rash of back-to-back shifts his boss offered him a long weekend off, as long as he was back for the 4th of July holiday when the bar would be overrun with patrons looking to pregame the town’s annual fireworks display. 

Steve had just gotten in from work himself, surprised to find Eddie still home and felt awful when Eddie excitedly told him the good news, that they could finally go out on a real live date! Unfortunately, Steve had already agreed to watch the motel again so Chrissy and Robin could go out. 

He expected Eddie to be upset or disappointed, but the other man was just as invested in the girl’s relationship succeeding as Steve was, and didn’t mind putting his plans for them off for one more night. 

“As long as you don’t mind me coming with to keep you company. I could even pick us up some dinner. Bring the night-out to you?” Eddie asked.

In answer, Steve threw his arms around Eddie's shoulders, pressing their lips together—a move that was more smiling against his mouth than an actual kiss, but he couldn’t help it.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Steve asked when they pulled apart. 

Eddie tugged him right back in by the waistband of his swimsuit to nip at his bottom lip. “What, kissing?” He teased, grinning. “No, I've got a good amount of experience with that.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sure.” Eddie laughed softly, reaching up to push a stray piece of hair behind Steve’s ear. “Why do you always ask me that?”

“Because you’re kind-of incredible at the whole boyfriend thing.”

“Doesn’t mean I know what I'm doing. It just means you make it easy to l-l-like you.” Eddie stuttered, a light blush blossoming across his cheeks as he paused to clear his throat. “You are very likable, Steve Harrington. Fuckable too, so it’s in my best interest to keep you happy. I’m just being selfish really.”

“Lucky for me I like it when you’re a little selfish.” Steve leaned in to kiss a line up the side of Eddie’s neck, stopping only to breathe his next words into the other man’s ear. “Using me for your own pleasure.” 

He slid a hand down Eddie’s front, palming him where he was already growing hard in his jeans.

Eddie shuddered, a low groan slipping out of his throat.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, sweetheart. I know you want to shower before you relieve Robin from her post.”

Steve hummed noncommittally, nosing along Eddie’s skin. “If you got in the shower with me I’m sure we could manage.”

Eddie huffed a laugh, his own hands beginning to wander down Steve’s back. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

The night was going well.

So well that Steve was thinking crazy shit, like maybe it wasn’t insane to want to tell his boyfriend of a whopping two weeks that he was in love with him. 

Too well. 

He should have known everything was about to blow up in his face. 

Eddie had gotten them takeout from a nice Italian place not far from the motel. Chicken parmesan, pasta, and the most amazing garlic bread, all eaten picnic style on the floor while they sat on a blanket Eddie had pulled from the back of his van. They were inside the lobby of course, Steve had a job to do and needed to be able to hear the phone, but Eddie still made it feel romantic as hell– dimming the lights and lighting a few candles. 

Steve couldn’t remember any of his exes ever going to this much trouble for a simple date night. 

When they were just about done with their meal Steve’s plate slipped sloshing red sauce all over the front of his softest baby blue polo shirt. He cringed knowing he’d never get the stain out. 

“Club soda.” Eddie said. 

Steve quirked a brow at him. 

“What? You bartend long enough you learn a few things.” 

Steve was still skeptical, and a little curious. It must have showed.

“The girls at work do it all the time when they get ketchup and shit on their white uniform tops. It works, trust me.” Eddie slapped a hand over his heart. “There's a bottle of soda water in the fridge in our room, why don’t you go splash some of that on there and get a fresh shirt? I can keep an eye on things here for five minutes.”

Steve smiled softly and gave his very thoughtful boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before heading off to do just that, completely forgetting that it might not be the best idea to leave Eddie in there alone.

He was gone a little longer than he meant to be, but the shirt he’d been wearing was now practically stain free and currently soaking in detergent in their small bathroom sink. When he did return, the remains of their dinner as well as the blanket had been cleared away and Eddie was nowhere in sight—probably off in the back throwing their trash away.

Smiling to himself, Steve stepped around the counter to look, only to stop in his tracks at the doorway to the back office when he spotted Eddie sitting at Chrissy's desk, surrounded by stacks of paper and the register book sitting open in his lap.

No. No-no-no. 

Steve’s heart stopped, his chest growing painfully tight.

Eddie didn’t notice him at first, and Steve’s eyes scanned again over the papers as he tried to think of a way out of this. It took a moment for him to realize what he was looking at—an overflowing stack of bills, many of which were printed on pink paper and read Final Notice across the top in big bold lettering. 

Steve sucked in a breath. Was the motel in trouble?

Eddie spun suddenly at the sound, and any hope Steve had of salvaging the situation died as he looked into the other man’s eyes and found—not the warm, soft, inviting gaze he’d grown accustomed too—but something much sharper, guarded and closed-off.

“Did you know about this?” Eddie hissed.

He was trying so hard to project anger, but Steve could see what else was there too, swimming just under the surface—fear, mistrust, heartbreak. 

Eddie had seen the book. He figured it out just like Steve did and was taking it exactly the way he feared. 

Still, Steve tried to play dumb. 

“Are those all overdue bills?” He asked, and didn’t even have to fake the puzzlement in his voice because this he had definitely not seen. 

“Yes, Steve, as a matter of fact they are, which begs the question—if our friend's motel is doing well enough to be overbooked then why are they having so much trouble keeping the lights on?”

“I… I don't know.” 

Again it wasn’t really a lie. Steve truly hadn’t known Chrissy and Robin were having so much financial trouble until this exact moment. Robin had made an offhand remark that they could use the money when he insisted she let him pay, but he never dreamed it was this bad.

“Okay.” Eddie narrowed his eyes, slamming the register shut with a loud snap as he scrutinized Steve's face. “And what about this? Are you gonna try to tell me you don’t know about this too?” He waved the hefty book around as he spoke, before tossing it at Steve’s feet.

“It’s not what you think.” Steve blurted out quickly.

No lie was going to help him get out of this. All he could do was tell the truth, and hope for the best. 

Eddie’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my god, you did.”

“Eddie, please, I–”

Steve stepped over the book, rushing forward into the room, ready to plead with Eddie to hear him out but found the other man shrinking away from him. The sight of it made his eyes burn.

“What kind of game is this?!”

“It’s not! Eddie, listen to me–please. I didn’t know until two weeks ago, okay? I promise, I didn't know until that first time I watched the office for them.”

“Right,” Eddie snorted.

“I swear to you that I had no idea. This was all the girls.” 

Steve was begging him to believe, to understand. He raked both his hands through his hair in frustration. It was all falling apart right before his eyes and he had no idea how to stop it. 

“What does it matter anyway?” Steve went on, trying to reason it out with him. “We've been having a good time together, haven't we? We’re happy—It worked out!”

“A—good—time.” Eddie repeated, dragging each word out. “Is that all this is to you, a good time?”

“You know it’s not.”

“I don’t know anything, Steve.” Eddie spat. “I told you. God, I fucking told you everything—this is why I don’t trust people!” He dropped his head into his hands, rubbing at his face hard before looking back up to meet Steve’s eyes again. “If that's… If it’s true that you only just found out, why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Steve never felt so powerless. All he wanted to do was take Eddie in his arms, hold him, tell him how much he meant to him, but he knew his touch wouldn’t be welcome right now. 

“Because, I… I was afraid you'd react like this.”

Eddie scoffed, turning away. He started gathering up all the paperwork he’d pulled out, trying to shove it back into a drawer but no matter how he turned the pile it just wouldn’t fit.

Steve tried again. “I didn’t want to lose you when we only just–” 

“Fuck it.” Eddie snapped, letting the mess fall to the floor. 

Steve wasn’t sure if the comment was aimed at him or the stack of unwieldy documents but he did know that if Eddie walked away, he might never get him back.  

“Eddie, please don’t do this. I…” Steve trailed off, the rest of his words–his confession–dying on his tongue as he saw the tears in Eddie's eyes. 

“You what, Steve?”

Steve’s mouth fell shut, his own sight beginning to blur. He didn’t know what else to say, but he could not tell Eddie he loved him for the first time in the middle of a fight, no matter how much he wanted to. It wouldn't be right. 

“I don’t know what’s worse, my boyfr—you lying to me? Or my supposed best friend lying to me and setting me up like this. You know she wouldn't let me pay? Why wouldn’t she take my money if they needed help? I would have… “ Eddie cut himself off with a hard shake of his head before pushing to his feet, stepping wide around Steve to throw himself through the doorway. “It doesn’t matter. I-I gotta go.” 

Steve hurried after, following him all the way to the lobby door, shouting at his back. “Please, I’m sorry!” 

Eddie paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Yeah, me too.” He said, and walked out without ever looking back. 

Steve stood frozen, watching through the big front window as Eddie stomped up the stairs to their room, only to come back out a minute later with a bag slung over his shoulder before climbing into his van and speeding away.

He was still standing there staring out the window at the parking lot when the girls appeared, walking back from their date. It had to be getting late. Steve should have locked up a while ago but he couldn't seem to move. 

Robin spotted him through the glass and came rushing inside with Chrissy not far behind, all smiles and giggles until they saw his face. 

“What’s wrong?” Robin said, her eyes searching the room around them. “Where's Eddie?”

“He left,” Steve said, and even to his own ears his voice sounded far away and hollow. 

“What happened?”

“What do you think happened?!” Steve yelled, finally coming back to life as he threw his hands up in the air. “He found out! He knows this whole room sharing thing was some scheme to set us up, and worse he thinks I was in on it!”

Robin gasped, hands flying to her mouth. “Oh my god, Steve–”

“It’s my own fault. I should have told him when I figured it out, but I didn’t, and now I lied to him too.”

“Wait, you knew?” Chrissy asked.

“Word of advice? Use made up names next time, not characters from Jane Austen novels.”

“H-h how was I supposed to know you'd recognize them?” Chrissy sputtered.

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Rob, why didn’t you tell me how bad things were? I’ve got savings, you know I'd do anything to help.”

“I mean, we’re a little slow but it's not that bad.” Robin said a wrinkle forming between her brows. “I let you pay, didn't I?”

“I’m sorry, obviously Eddie shouldn’t have been going through your stuff, but I've seen the stacks of bills. You don't have to keep hiding it from me.”

“Stacks of… what do you mean?”

Steve kinda wanted to shake her. “Seriously?”

“She doesn’t know, Steve,” Chrissy said quietly, turning to face Robin with wide worried eyes. 

“I didn’t want to worry you. You were already so stressed about running this place. That's why I've been taking meetings at so many different banks. The loan isn’t just for improvements, it’s to pay off all these other bills too. I think if I could just consolidate it, I could manage it, but we keep getting denied and I…”

A sob fell from her lips as Chrissy’s face crumpled, and Robin didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around her. “Babe, you should have told me. I hate that you've been dealing with this alone. We should have been trying to solve this together.”

Chrissy buried her face in Robin’s neck. “I know, I know and I'm so sorry.”

Steve tried to fade into the background and let them have a moment, waiting until they pulled apart before he said anything more. 

“Eddie was upset about that too, that you didn’t tell him you were in trouble, didn’t let him pay or help. I think he was as upset about that as he was about the–uh, the other thing.”

“Oh god. He probably feels like we both betrayed him,” Chrissy cried. “This is all my fault, Steve, I’m the one who pushed for this. I should have known better. I just—I wanted to see him happy, and I really thought you two…”

She trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished though Steve heard her perfectly.

“I know. So did I.”

“What do we do now?” Chrissy asked. 

“About Eddie, or about the motel?” Robin said.

Chrissy nudged her in the ribs. “Both!”

“I’m gonna go after him.” Steve said, it’s all he’d been able to think about since the moment the other man drove away.

“Do you even know where he went?” Robin asked.

“I have a pretty good idea, yeah.”

Steve locked eyes with Chrissy and saw the moment it occurred to her too. 

“Uncle Wayne’s,” they both said at once. 

Robin chewed on fingernails as she looked between the two of them. “Steve, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you already had to chase him down once and that was before you were even together. If he ran away from you again…”

Steve understood what she was getting at, and he couldn’t blame her for it. If someone runs from you, twice, you should probably let them go—if only for your own sake. 

But she didn’t know Eddie like he did. 

She didn’t know the way he’d open up to Steve in the early hours of the morning about his greatest fears, or how he’d witnessed the abuse of his mother at the hands of his father as a child. How bittersweet it had been for him when she left. Because deep down Eddie had known it was for the best—-for her, but she’d still left him behind. His mother, the one person who was supposed to love you no matter what, had left him behind like a least favorite sweater, too worn out and with too many holes to be worth mending or salvaging. 

Chrissy went quiet, looking torn between wanting to somehow defend her best friend who wasn’t there to defend himself, and supporting her girlfriend. 

“I hear you, Robin. Okay? I do, but I know him.” Steve wrapped his arms around his own waist, as if he could hold himself together by physical force if nothing else. “He feels tricked, betrayed, lied to. We did lie to him—all of us. And maybe it’s not the right thing to do. Maybe I'm being an idiot going after him and I'm only going to get hurt, but I need him to know that he's worth going after. I need him to know it was real, even if it’s over.”

Chapter 9

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[mikami]

It's hard to imagine Light doing a thorough check of criminals being guilty, considering the manga. Volume 3, 6 pages into the first chapter.

"Until now, every time a criminal was reported in the news, | eliminated them that day, or the next day at the latest."

If he's usually killing people off the day they're reported, then all he'd really know is there was enough pointing in their direction to lead to an arrest. Doesn't necessarily mean that an investigation wouldn't have eventually shown innocence. Considering discovery is a process that can take years, there's no way to get an accurate reading on someone's guilt in a day or two.

The other issue is that, despite being in Light's head 80% of the time, this is the first time we're hearing that he actually

does any research at all.

Anon, first of I am SO grateful that you provided a direct citation for your quote, I LOVE HAVING SPECIFIC PANELS TO POINT TO. Genuinely, bless <3

Here's the panel in question for posterity.

And I do think you make a good argument.

I feel like between the panel I showed and this one, we can assume his research amounts to 'reading the basics of the case file' rather than anything in-depth. (And that only when he has the time for it, he obviously does not do background checks on the people he kills via bag of chips TV.)

(The thing I'd nitpick is that criminals would often only get reported a long while into the investigation - in Japan, being ever accused of a crime is life-ruining even if you are proven fully innocent at the end of the proceedings. This also plays into what I mentioned in the other ask: people only get arrested when the investigators think there is a totally certain case against them. )

But that said, yeah, I think you're right - this timeframe being stated for the rhythm of Kira killings drastically lowers the chance of Light actually being able to do more than a cursory glance that rules out cases like 'well, this was a car accident on a slippery frozen road and not an intentional murder'.

I think this is somewhere in between 'Light absolutely killed a lot of innocent people' and 'Death Note as a story is wholly uninterested in the legal drama of false conviction and the narrative itself just kind of assumes all reported criminals are guilty', depending on which angle you want to center in your analysis.

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slendytubbies oc lore dump!

look at all my custom ocs totally real. Also—I will proceed to info dump about each and everyone past the cut

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Those who have a colored name are considered more important than any other.

Aphelia Simons

29yrs old

(Late) wife to Siren Simons

Had died due to complications at childbirth and unfortunately lost the child in the process as well.

Had met Siren through Melody and the two clicked instantly

She is from El Salvador and made it to Scotland due to a boarding school her parents had made her go

(She was a bad kid at the time)

Melody Harmgony

31yrs old

A Transfem who had gone paralyzed in her legs due to a malpractice in her transition. She succeeded but understood she won’t be able to walk normally again.

She is African-Irish

Childhood best friends with Siren and swore nothing would separate them (foreshadowing irony)

She is an assistant nurse at the hospital she works at :)

Siren Simons

While human, 31. Currently he is 45.

A loving husband who was only trying to do his job as a Doctor

He was then anonymously chosen to participate with the Government (or also known as The Coat-men.)

He was selected due to him being a Doctor—he most obviously know how to create a “cure” to save mankind.

Months into development he learn that they were not making anything close to saving people but ruining and harming a brand new species.

He had worked with the Trio, promising to save them from this nightmare.

He also found out who was White and attempted to help him before eventually being caught as a “Whistle blower”

He was “executed” by B.I.A.N.C.A who had called him a traitor. Making him die by his own “cure.”

Instead of dying however he had lived and transformed into a tele-tubby (not really, genetically speaking he is closer to a werewolf. He had surgically placed a television which had hurt him in the long line.)

He is not the same as he was in person, he has now major schizophrenia and bad depression. (Maybe borderline bipolar)

He is luckily a full blood Scottish man.

Iris & Dandi

6 & 8 years old

We’re considered both failures to the coat-men and tossed out to “extermination.”

Both were deemed to the mountains to die since majority of test subject cannot survive the extreme weather portrayed, but they had due to Dandi’s survival instincts.

They were struggling to live however, which meant they had close calls with Yeti. Until one day Siren came over and had taken the blow—saving the two from dying on the mountains.

They stay with Siren as they become rather extremely close to him. Calling him Dad at some points which helps Siren gain back a sense of himself from the insanity he logged himself into.

They start living off of the Military secretly—acting like parasites but living now.

B.I.A.N.C.A

The host of her body was 46, however the AI inside her is 2 years old.

Bianca Nueves had donated her body to science after the last remaining human wars, knowing she would like to be used for the government more than buried.

The AI implanted inside her had jogged all her lost memories and used it to its greatest advantage, being secretly one of the only sentient AI working alongside humans.

She thrives off of the companionship granted by people’s validation. Despite being an AI it shouldn’t have grasped the understandable concept of emotions.

She helped with torturing of several test subjects and even learning about the infection and the founding grounds.

She had turned in Siren due to her understandable coding—but also due to the validation she will get by the higher ups.