#old man doesn't wanna retire

[yawnderu]

Adoration — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Content: fluff, pregnant!reader, horrible dad jokes.

Our small talk was quite big to me. You know I love you, yeah? My entire life, I always wanted the most simple things. A cup of tea, a normal family, nice food, to be loved and accepted. To find comfort in someone, for the first time ever.

"Earth to Simon." You say teasingly, a hand being waved slowly near his eyes, as if to see if he was focusing on you. He gives you a questioning look, raising a blonde eyebrow stained with eyeblack.

"Seemed a bit lost there." You give his cheek a kiss and you could swear you felt it heat up right after. He returns it, of course, giving you an overly wet kiss on the cheek that makes you recoil and scrunch up your face in mock disgust, dragging a quiet laugh out of him. The sound is beautiful, something your enamored brain can never fully process no matter how many times you hear it.

"I'm here." He replies, arms wrapping around your waist as he brings you closer to his naked body, one hand now gently holding the back of your head as your cheek touches his chest.

"I'm here." He repeats, voice quieter as he looks down at you. The image of you has always been the lens in which he can see the world with love. Reserved for you— his hand trails down, running down your skin delicately before settling on your tummy. —and the life growing inside of you.

"I've been thinking about retiring." He says it so casually you take a few seconds to process, blinking a few times before looking up at him with a mix of confusion and excitement in your face.

"Really?" He doesn't blame you for not believing it— hell, he doesn't even believe it himself. His whole life has been dedicated to putting his life on the line, what else can he do? He'll find something. Anything.

"Yeah." He confirms, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as his hand keeps gently holding your stomach, hoping he can feel the baby kicking.

"There's too much to lose now that I have my girls with me." And he doesn't wanna take the risk anymore. He wants to grow old with you, and he wants to see his girl grow. Maybe even have a couple more kids later on.

His words are met with a soft peck, your hand gently running through his short, bleached hair.

"Are you sure?" He doesn't even hesitate before nodding, bringing your naked body closer to his, wanting to feel everything he missed out on his whole life.

"Already spoke with the old man. Said he'd support me either way." He chuckled softly, thinking back on his conversation with Price. The man was barely 10 years older than him, yet in a way, he was a father figure for Simon. Someone to look up to, a mentor.

He still remembers the first time you and Simon confirmed you were together, and how Price promised to keep his lips sealed despite fraternization being frowned upon. Price knew it would happen either way, looking at the way Simon's eyes softened when you were introduced to the team. The way he was always next to you, paying special attention to you during missions despite knowing you're part of the 141 because you're a capable soldier. Price would tease him in private about his obvious crush on you and Simon would simply say he's seeing things because of dementia.

"Then I'll retire too." You confirm, and before he can open his mouth to protest, you keep talking.

"I'm not risking our girl growing up without a mother. Can't imagine forcing her to deal with your bad jokes alone." You tease and the corners of his lips tilt up, eyes glistening with... something. You know that look.

"No, don't st—" You try to get up from bed and he gently pulls you closer, the same smug smile on his lips that shows he knows he's about to do something awful.

"What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" You groan loudly and try to escape his grasp, a smile tugging at your lips as he holds you even closer, planting a bunch of kisses all over your face while you try your best not to giggle.

"Sofishticated." He says bluntly, looking down at you to see your reaction. You simply look away, trying to have a serious expression yet... his jokes are so bad they're funny. A small giggle escapes you before you're full on laughing, trying to move him away from you so you can escape the never ending nightmare of his dad jokes, his low laugh coming from somewhere behind you while he holds you closer, thinking of more jokes he read online just to tell you. You are the shelter in which I find strength to carry on. Thank you.

[spectr3inl0ve]

Age gap Bruce Wayne and reader going to their first gala together and a bunch of Bruce’s “friends” talk about reader in a very misogynistic way, talking about how lucky Bruce is to be dating someone younger, and Bruce defends reader telling them that she’s more than that

- 🦪 anon

ooh the person u are 🦪 anon 💗💗(im soso sorry for the inconsistency of 2nd and 3rd person in my posts, idk y I do it 😭😭)

so, obviously you're both nervous to go the gala together, you more so than him. getting pát the paparazzi at the front isn't actually that bad when you're not stopping to answer questions or pose for front covers.

cradle robber!bruce wayne leads you to his so called friends, the people that he had to stay in good terms with for business and status. you're introduced to three men, george, scooter and fernando (not real dc characters btw). "hi there, little lady." scooter, a middle aged man with the face of a tomato says, smiling sideways at you. you want to grimace, but smile back, "hi, nice to meet you.". you extend a hand to him, and shake his pudgy, red hand. george shakes your hand too, grinning at you, a few gold teeth flashing in the light. fernando just smiles and nods at you, "he doesn't do handshakes." bruce says helpfully in your ear, thank god.

while bruce and his three associates catch up, you busy yourself with going to get drinks for you and bruce. when you turn away from them to find the bar, you swear you heard a whistle. when you come back, you hand bruce his drink and sip your own, "aren't you a little too young for that? shouldn't you be doing you homework, little miss?" George chortles, and the others laugh along with him. you smile politely, "and shouldn't you be looking for a retirement home, george?". bruce chuckles, patting you on the back. "aren't you a delight, bet mr playboy here loves it." George says good-naturedly. you drown out most of the conversation, thankful that they didn't really try to include them. you caught a few words here and there, but nothing worth paying attention too.

that is until you hear a rather misogynistic comment, "I guess you could retire alfred, now that you've got her. at her age she could do all the house work in half a day!" your eyes snap towards scooters, glaring. before you say anything, bruce cuts in, "alfred is fully capable, and [reader] will not be doing such a thing.". "you know, bruce. the one thing I regret is not bagging a young thing like her before I got old. take advantage of it, while she's all smooth and pretty." my jaw drops, and the three men laugh. "that mouth could definitely be used for something." fernando smirks. as quick as a whip, bruces lands a punch across fernandos cheek, and my hands come up to my mouth. people around us gasp, watching us. "dont fucking talk to her like that, you shit piece of scum," he says lowly, in a menacing tone. scooter and George are staring at bruce, wide eyed as he turns on them, "and she's worth way more than what you have tried to reduce her to. now leave before I put you in early retirement.". both scooter and George turn on their heel, rushing away before anything else happens.

bruce turn to you, a hand cupping your face, "you alright? im sorry about those assholes, they shouldn't have said that shit." you look up at him, nodding, "thank you, but next time let me deal with them.". bruce downs the rest of his drink, "wanna get outta here?", giggling, you reply, "yeah, lets go."

if you can't tell I'm not great at dialogue 💔💔

[oconswrld]

! Merry (late) Christmas !

Your secret santa XoXo - Kimi Raikonnen x Reader

summary: Y/n is Kimi's favorite santa.

warnings: age gap, romance, too cute🫶, Not retired Kimi!! rawdogging(not proofread)

author's 🗒️'s: i haven't had much time for writing so i did a bit of a cutesy christmas fic for the part 2 hope its good w u guyss <33 enjoy loves!!

( Seb nd Kimi arent retired, reader is at AM with Lance!!)

part 1, part 2, ...

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It's Christmas. Secret santa with the grid and snow. Well not snow because all of us are still in Abu Dhabi. Knowing glances exchanged after the secret santa pulling. If i remember correctly i was pulled by i think Lance. Im not sure if it really was Lance, but the canadian is a pleasure to know and is just perfect at gifts.

I pulled Kimi, the legend, and my best friend. Maybe my best friend. Knowing how he and Seb are. Obviously it's not only platonic feelings with the way he acts around me.

Thinking about presents for Kimi is rather hard, seeing he doesn't really have a thing he likes but doesn't have. I'd say alcohol but do i wanna heed into his alcoholism? A bit, but only if it means i get a gift for him.

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The tea in front of me was cold, but the weather kept me warm. Sebastian sat opposite of me, asking for advice on what he should get for Oscar.

"What about i buy him, his gift and you buy Kimi's for me." I suggest a deal thinking of all the things i could give Oscar.

"Don't know what to buy your little boyfriend, eh Y/n?" Teasing smirk pulling on his mouth, the german dared me for an answer.

Eyes rolling into the depths of the back of my head, showing clear annoyance yet he still kept talking.

"Maybe you could finally confess to him, he's all over you whenever you're near him anyway" Sassy tone pulling out his german accent, the sentence making my jaw drop lower with every word. Catching my jaw, i shook my head. Trying to act unbothered, sipping from the lemon tea in my hand.

"Are you really this bored, that you're invested in your two best friend's love life ? Old man." I look away as i hear Kimi's voice in the distance. My head turned to see him talking to Mark Webber, possibly an interview with all those cameras around. The signature straight smile from Kimi appeared. Uncomfortable aura around him.

I nodded back to Seb only to see him already looking at me. 'What?' I silently asked him, only getting a knowing look back.

"Let's just buy those gifts before i regret even sitting here."

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Giddy feeling in my stomach affecting my hold on the wrapped object. Looking at the usual secret santa interviewer making small talk, handing over the gift.

The wrapping contained a letter and an object Seb helped me pick. I feel kind of weird, specifically the fact that i don't know if he will like it is weird.

After half an hour, the interviewer approached me again, cameramen following close by. Small talk exchanged as she got ready for the video.

"Okay! One, two, and three, it's on!" A smiley voice came from her notifying me.

I was handed a gift box and the santa hat. Placing the hat on my head i examined the box, wrapped in pink wrapping paper which had hearts written all over it. All i gathered is that it must be one of my friends. I brought it up to my ears to shake and maybe smell.

The shaking part was unsuccessful since the box made nearly no noise, however the smell was gentle yet slightly familiar. Kimi's cologne. Versace eros eau de toilette. The one you recommended to him, because you liked it. Mint and lemon are dominant over the smell of paper.

"That's Kimi." I looked up knowingly, smiling a bit.

"Smells like him. Unless it's Seb and he's again interested in my business." Rolling my eyes, earning a snicker from the woman handling the microphone.

I start opening the paper gently, since i wanna save the heart on it. As soon as i take the top off, i see what i got. Caramel chocolate and snacks from my home country, paired with a bottle of jägermeister. Underneath these items there's a hoodie, unfolding it i see the embroidery on it.

'No. 7'

Holding it close to my nose, i smell it. Versace.

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author's 🗒️'s: I kind of left it on a cliffhanger but im traveling 4 hours tomorrow im gonna do the end tomorrowww :PPPPP anyways cuties i hope my writing isnt a disaster im so sleepy rn its an actual nightmare...

taglist: @i-wish-this-was-me , @keii134 , @littlesatanicassholebitch <3

[sharkiethrts]

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒐!]

𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖯𝖳: 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾?

𝙜/𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

: reader is a short life species, jing yuan is pining (ineffectively) at the reader, jing yuan is making old man moves

:427 words

It's not very often that the General would summon the Master Diviner herself to the seat of Divine Foresight. After all, her constant nagging is not something even a person who has lived millenniums can sit to and listen to.

"What is it that's so important that you called me over, General? Have you perhaps finally decided to make me your successor? It's about time, you know? I am perfectly fitted for the position of-"

Oh, that again. Jing Yuan makes a quick decision to cut her off before she decides to "remind" him of her very qualified resume through memorised paragraphs after paragraphs, "-I'd like you to make a divination for me, Fu Xuan. It's rather important and personal."

"Personal?" Fu Xuan pauses to think, before her face starts booming with much familiarised exasperation again, "Will you please stop wasting the Divination Commission's time again? Our time may seem like nothing to you, but we spend centuries to ensure the Luofu's safety and peace- just because you're bored from the Luofu's troubles, doesn't mean that you'd get to-"

"Please, Fu Xuan? This is rather important."

The General's unforeseen desperation completely catches Fu Xuan off guard.

"...What is it? Make it quick before I change my mind!" Fu xuan decides to make a cut for this time. Perhaps the General is stricken with a troublesome entity after sitting in the seat of Divine Foresight for far too long. Perhaps the General actually has a problem that may concern the comfort of the Luofu Xianzhou-

"It's regarding my lovelife. I'd like you to foresee it's fruits in the future," The general says with an infuriating smile.

Nevermind! Wait. Lovelife?

"Perhaps you'd like to retire and finally find a spouse?!" Fu Xuan's angry exterior has now been banished coincidentally by the chance she sees ahead of him (which is no chance at all- The general is awaiting her maturity, and unfortunately for Fu Xuan, she is showing none of it), "If that's the case-"

"-If this goes successful, I may just consider that very enticing option," But the general, like the lowlife he is, doesn't bother to correct her. Instead, taking advantage of Fuxuan's newly found interest to dig deeper into his current frustrations.

"Please do continue, general!"

Oh yeah, she's buying it.

"What do young people like these days? Perhaps my idea of chivalry is not theirs, but I find that my attempts of quality time doesn't seem to build any type of bond with them. It's quite a problem really," General sighs, his head leaning on his right fist- eyes shutting for awhile to recount his multiple (failed) attempts on flirtatious attempts towards you.

[General Jing Yuan: Pardon me, Lady [name], but I wonder whether you have the time to come to the Seat of Divine Foresight right now for a game of Xianzhou starchess?]

[[Name]: Idk if I can play that tho haha lol,,, what's with the "lady" anyway? u shld prolly do ur work general, unless you wanna get your ass kicked again by qingzu. say hi to her for me btw :p]

Not only he's having trouble trying to decipher your text messages, he's having problems trying to get you to at the very least, interested in him. I mean, why are you mentioning Qingzu so much in a conversation with him?

Even his offers to teach you received reluctant rejections. And Jing Yuan doesn't push because his late father taught him "the ways of a gentleman".

"What's your idea of a quality time anyway?" Fu Xuan butts into his thoughts, "Don't tell me it's playing starchess or reading up on the latest puzzles on Starchess in Xianzhou Magazine?"

Jing Yuan tries to reply, but his answers are stuck in a gaped mouth.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Fu Xuan lets out an aggravated yell. It's not hard to see that she's absolutely confounded by the General's lack of awareness regarding the "simple acts of wooing"- but she supposes it makes sense, after all, he has been alive for quite awhile. He doesn't like to disclose his age- but she is sure that it has reached at least a millenial.

He clears his throat, "...I suppose young people wouldn't find it quite appealing now that you have phrased it that way."

Fu Xuan sighs again, deciding to cross her arms so she doesn't impulsively maul the general's face for his dense outlook on courting, "How old are they anyway? If they are young, I suppose that they are around the two centuries old age range?"

"...Give it just about a few decades."

Fu Xuan swears that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "Are you talking about [name]?!"

The general's booming laugh is heard across the room, but his red face exposes his nervousness, "Now, now- keep it down. We don't need the guards hearing this."

Fu Xuan attempts to keep her composure once again, deciding that its best not to put the Luofu General's name to shame by exposing his ridiculously failure of a love life to the whole of Xianzhou. But she just can't help but point out, "They probably think of you as an old man, you know? Especially with the starchess talk and all- it's impossible to perceive underlying romantic connotations from invitations to a game of starchess- especially for a youngling."

The general's face turns sour and Fu Xuan braces herself for another attack, "Then I suppose my talks regarding my old age isn't helping at all?"

Fu Xuan thanks the eons above that she had made a conscious decision to cross her arms.

[skrunksthatwunk]

UGH daigo who pretends to wanna see strip shows and go drinking as a 12 year old because he knows everyone around him isn't cool with him being a kid, so he tries to be less lame, to be more convenient. yeah, you can take me anywhere. in fact, you have to. i'll show you just how grown i am.

daigo who sheaths himself in black clothes, all bark and some bite, all dark and mysterious. all touch me and you'll get burned. playing hard to get. not that he doesn't want to be alone, but he sure as hell doesn't want to be lonely. and for that people have to like him. want to follow him. he's got to be a magnet. leave me alone, i'm not worth your time. so whoever picked him up from the gutter would really have to want him.

daigo who struggles to get his men in line as sixth chairman. daigo who only took the job because kiryu finally needed him. daigo who's never as good as the fourth chairman (who retired after a day, who never had to be chairman). daigo who never holds that against kiryu.

daigo who does what needs to be done, daigo who makes impossible decisions. daigo who rises to the occasion and swears in, daigo determined to be a better man than sohei ever was. daigo who sees the clan as his family, and tries to protect everyone in it. daigo who refuses to screw over kiryu's new family, and daigo who is shot for it. daigo who keeps the clan from tearing each other apart, whose absence brings out the worst in them. daigo who wakes up from a coma and saves kiryu and mine, daigo who comforts mine after, unable to even sit up properly. daigo who takes on a whole baseball team to protect his high school baseball team, daigo who's expelled and thrown in juvie for it. daigo who takes the hit because he knows he'll be yakuza someday anyway. daigo who protects his city. daigo who protects his men. daigo who works a way to offer his broke high school buddy millions of yen and another chance at his dream into his plans. daigo who shows his enemies mercy, daigo who rushes out injured to save the people who've helped him. daigo who tries to get kiryu off charges, who tries to push him to stay with his new family. daigo who loves his father fiercely, daigo who can be relied on. daigo who takes care of people.

daigo who kiryu gives the guidance he needs. daigo who kiryu pulls from depression, daigo who kiryu comes to rescue. majima comes back to the yakuza for, and kiryu who makes him, so he's not alone. daigo who shows mine what it means to care for others, why that's a trait worth dying for. daigo who mine feels he is not worthy of, daigo for whom mine sacrifices himself. daigo whom kiryu covers up mine's betrayal for because he didn't want to hurt him, and because mine was better than that. daigo who's forgiven for selling out majima, for getting caught in something stupid. daigo the "little chef". daigo who kiryu nearly jumps off a building to reach when he's shot, and saejima who holds him back. kiryu who leaves a letter for him, and not haruka, the always-chosen. daigo who's joined by saejima and majima when the tojo crumbles and they have to hide. daigo whose men follow him in the security company afterwards.

daigo who needed to be loved. daigo who loved anyway. daigo who was loved.

[konigsblog]

Idk if this is too far but I wanna babytrap price so bad Idk how dark you wanna go but he's such father material but like ahhhhhh lemme babytrap this man and all his gorgeousness

you want his babies, you want him to retire and start family with you and cuddle into you whilst you fall asleep, to feel his chest rise and fall as he snores deeply. but he won't :( he'll tell you it's dangerous consider his line of work and that he doesn't wanna welcome a kid into a world where his dad is always away!!!

but, you can sense some contemplating. price truly does wants babies with you, to see you swollen and big with his offspring inside your stomach, to carry his son's when they're born and teach them stuff. plus, he was getting old and sore now, soon his semen won't be potent enough and he'll be infertile to give you babies.

so, instead you take matters into your own hands. you put holes in the condom, getting him distracted by the texture of your soft walls and the way your tits bounce with each hard and deep thrust, shooting his load into your hole, slowly sliding out your cervix and collapsing beside you. you can only smirk and lay your head on his hairy chest, pushing your fingers inside your cunny to keep his cum from oozing out your wet slick hole.

weeks pass, and your period never arrives. sure, you could be late.. but considering what you'd done prior, you have some ideas that you may be carrying his children. you tell him this, both waiting impatiently for the results while he taps his foot - nervously. a strong feeling of guilt passes you before he speaks up about the test. “two lines.. what does that mean?” that voice, husky and seductive, you attempt to act confused as well, you're pregnant.

he seems happy, somewhat. something gives you the vibe that he's unhappy and upset. “you don't have to leave the 141, i'll be your housewife.. but i want this baby. just a little less time away..?” that was enough to make him happy. hugging you and rubbing your stomach, rambling about how it doesn't make sense how you're pregnant, nodding your head while you stare at the condom box peaking from his bedside table, knowing fully well what you've done.

[mortuarywriting]

If I outline what the fuck i wanna see in my self indulgent au will it give me the kick in the ass to write it.

Obviously relative spoiler/high notes/plot points below

The premise is, so far, nobody has seen where Simon lives. As far as they- they being Gaz, Soap, and Price- know he has a flat in Manchester.

Well leaving base one night(ish, time negotiable), the road they were all taking in their separate vehicles is closed due to a nasty accident. Gonna be blocked for 24 hours kinda mess.

So Ghost offers to let them all stay at his place, if only for a bit or the night if they prefer

Everyone just kinda. Well this isn't what we were expecting but alright. So they follow his car, it's pissing down rain and you can't see shit before you but the tail lights you're following but they've committed and by the time they pull off the road they're fuckin nowhere. House is fairly isolated, separate garage building, coop in the backyard, and a thatch roof cottage. Whose Nan's attic is Simon living in???

Except, not a random old biddie. Just a random fat American?? It's obvious they're familiar enough with each other, giving each other shit and that there's a whole "you got back from a mission here is our you came home routine"

Whole mess. The group stays the night because now they're nosy and wanna find out what the relationship is. You both say roommates. They don't wholly believe that.

Simon and roomie sleep downstairs, he can't sleep in a bed yet after the mission and roomie makes sure there's enough background noise that he doesn't snap into combat mode everything is about to go to shit.

Next morning roomie and Simon team up to make a hodge podge of all kinds of breakfast food and between them all there are no leftovers. Concerns are had if everyone ate enough (and then biscuits and gravy settled).

Its back to routine and roomie goes out to grocery shop to stock back up on "i need to feed myself and a whole ass army dude" levels of food and snackies.

While Simon is trying to get Soap and Gaz to stop making excuses to stick around (all good-natured fun) there is a call. Roomie prefaces this with they're fine!!! But uh. They did get hit by a car. A bit. Enough that there has to be a report. Come get the groceries?

And this is the part where they find out Simon and roomie are married. Have been for y e a r s. Technically the town knows them under roomie's last name as a couple.

After the dust is settled and everyone is back at the cottage the explaining happens. Yes, they're married. Vegas happened. It's been a long time and they kinda glossed over the whole "he's a dead man" legal bit for it. Roomie still gets married rights. How do you think he has a lease as a dead man roomie legitimately wants to know. The cottage is in their name, his isn't on it to keep it all off the record if people come knocking for him.

(He does actually have a Manchester flat, though. Landlord takes cash payments however many months at a time and doesn't ask questions. Roomie gets mail from it every once in a blue moon.)

Relationship is largely "we're married but for tax benefits"esque because they're both some flavor of ace. If he's in town roomie checks on if he wants to go to the Saturday munches or not but that's sir not appearing in this fic.

But yeah. Just fun self indulgence.

Could go write the Vegas bit. Write work "being brought home". Bonding activities. List of things for when he retires. Potentially kidnapping. S o many fun options but I just. Gotta write it.

[hellfiremunsonn]

💕Now You See Me Part Three💕

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Summary: You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, just a little clueless and maybe a bit careless, and with zero filter Eddie’s crush begins almost instantly.

Because Eddie sees you… He sees you for you, and the minute you stumble into his garage at work, asking him to fix your bike he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and he’ll do everything and anything to get what he wants.

Warnings: perv!eddie, he’s gross, he touches, he sneaks peeks, probably some coercion, will lead to smut but everything reader does is consensual, “innocent” reader, fem!reader, slight little reader, slight age regression?actions traded for Eddie’s labor on the bike, alright were adding a piss kink warning to this, daddy!Eddie, implied subspace/littlespace  (will update as I go)

💕Part Three💕

Eddie is all soft touches and gentle words while he helps you into his van to take you home. He stands on the step of the passenger side to help buckle you in, kissing you on the forehead before stepping down to round the front of the car. He plays music but keeps it quiet, and when you tenderly lean over to grab his hand his breath gets stuck in his chest and he has to clear his throat to play it off.

He lets you take his hand into your lap where you play with his thumb absentmindedly while looking out the window. Bare feet pulled up onto the seat, your knees up to your chest.

"Do you want me to take you to your place?" Eddie asks quietly.

"Yes please" you say quickly "B-but just for clothes... I-I want to stay with you for a bit longer if that's okay"

"Whatever you need princess" he says giving you a small smile.

He drives you to your small apartment just on the edge of Main Street, and doesn't ask questions about who pays for it while you're not working and you're thankful for it. You're in and out of your apartment in ten minutes, a backpack slung over your shoulder, and a baby pink stuffed animal clutched to your chest. A puppy, with a hot pink heart held in its mouth. You've also slipped on a pair of converse, the laces undone and Eddies hands tighten around the steering wheel while he watches you walk back to his van, hoping you don't trip over yourself.

"Sorry" you say bashfully, tugging your seatbelt back around you and across the stuffed animal in your lap.

"Both of you buckled up?" Eddie asks with a smile, and you blush, almost as pink as the stuffy. You nod and sink further into his passenger seat.

Eddies trailer looks as cozy and you would have expected, and even though it's small, it still looks like home. It's inviting, and none threatening, quite the opposite in appearance to the boy next to you.

"I don't know if you remember" Eddie starts while leading you up the few steps "I used to live with my uncle, but the old man is retired now, so I bought this piece of junk off of him, so I live alone, and wasn't exactly excepting a pretty girl over, so it's a bit messy"

You can tell he's a little nervous, and it makes you giggle, watching him zip around the living room quickly, attempting to collect as many clothing items, garbage, and anything else that's lying around before letting you settle in. "Okay my rooms this way if you wanna put your stuff in there?" he asks holding his hand out to you and squeezing yours it once while interlocking his fingers between your own and leads you down the short hallway to his room.

He starts kicking clothes out of the way, and hiding anything he doesn't think you should see but you don't focus on anything other than his bed. Crawling onto it and flopping down on your side while clutching your stuffed animal close to your chest. Your eyes close almost immediately but Eddie doesn't give you enough time to lull into a sleepy state before he's sat next to you with a hand on your hip.

"You up for a shower?" Eddie asks

"M'sleepy" you say with heavy lidded eyes, your voice is muffled from where your mouth is pressed against the stuffed bear.

"I bet you are sweet thing, but don't you want to get all cleaned up?" He tilts his head while he speaks, and the setting sun coming through his window filters through the strands of his hair like sheer curtains.

"I'm too floaty, I need to come back into my head first" you sigh, stretching your arms out over your head. "N'you made me horny"

He laughs through his nose. "I made you horny?" He said almost in disbelief.

"Obviously Munson" you said with an eye roll "I pissed myself in front of you, you think that's something I'd do for fun?"

"Could be" he shrugged, a sly smile that he tried to hide with a cough. "I don't know what you do in your spare time sweetheart"

"Bet you wish you did" you quipped with a smirk.

"Oh absolutely, but that's a conversation for a different time, c'mon up you get" he reaches for your elbow to tug you forward. You whine but let him pull you up into a sitting position. "Shower, and after I'll order food or something yeah?"

"Pizza?" you say with raised brows.

"If that's what you want then yes" he said with a smile.

"Okay fine, I'll go shower" you said with a pout and a sigh.

You grab a pair of the clean clothes you shoved into your backpack and your small bag of toiletries, hugging them to your chest as you brought them to the bathroom with you.

"There's clean towels on the shelf!" Eddie calls from the other side of the bathroom door.

You strip yourself of the coveralls Eddie dressed you in, but took a moment to smell the shirt he gave you back at the shop. Humming softly before bringing the material up and over your head, and reaching behind you to unclip your bra and slide the straps down your shoulders, pulling it from you and letting it fall onto the floor.

You showered quite quickly, washing your body with your peach scented body wash and maybe a little bit of Eddies just cause you could. With quick hands you reached down between your legs and rubbed softly at your clit. Eddie had gotten you so worked up, your poor clit had a heartbeat the entire drive back here, quite literally aching to be touched. It was hard to get farther than a few panting breaths, knowing Eddie was just on the other side of one of the two walls, waiting patiently for you to finish up. You didn't cum but it relieved a bit of the ache so it wasn't a complete loss.

Stepping out of the shower you dried yourself with one of the clean towels, dressing into a pair of comfy clothes that you had shoved in your bag. A simple pair of white undies with pink flowers all over them with, an old faded care bear shirt that was way too big for you but that only made it more comfy. A pair of pink shorts that felt like sweatpants and some mismatched socks.

When you got back to Eddies room, you crawled right back into his bed, pulling the thin sheet over you and bringing your stuffed dog back into his rightful place against your chest. Eddie knocked on the door frame of his room with one hand while covering his eyes with the other. "Are you decent?" he asked with a goofy smile plastered across his face.

"More than you'd like me to be" you teased. You felt a bit more in tune with yourself after showering, a little less brain fog.

He separated his fingers, peaking through them before entering his room. "I'm gunna shower now, super quick, and then we can figure out food, if that's cool?" he asked hesitantly.

You smiled. "I'm in no rush, take your time" snuggling deeper into his bed.

It made eddies heart skip and he coughed in an attempt to regain composure. "I put your clothes into the washing machine, I'll start it up when I'm out is that okay?"

"Course" again with your smile Eddies knees nearly buckled.

"Okay c-cool, I'll uh, be right back" he said turning on his heel, awkwardly too close to his door, bumping his shoulder on the way out with a small 'oof'

you giggled. "Oh! Um Eddie?" You called lightly, sitting up.

He rounded back to his room, eyebrow raised. "What's up?"

"You said I'd get a reward" Your voice was sweet, if not a little begging.

His whole demeanour changed when those words left your lips. He seemed to stand a little taller, a bit more stiff with his stance, like his movements were already planned before he made them. He made his way back over to you, pressing his palms flat onto his mattress, in front of you, making it dip from where he leaned into it.

"I did say that didn't I?" With his eyes somehow darker, they slowly roamed your body, focusing on your bare legs, exposed from where the blanket fell past your hips when you sat up. "What do you think it is?" he asked, voice low.

You giggled. "Something sexual probably" you said quietly.

"Do you want it to be something sexual?" his head tilted to the side, watching you.

You bit on your bottom lip. "Well see, I have this problem"

"Oh?" he questioningly.

"I'll um show you" you said shyly, crawling towards him until you were sat in front of him, legs hanging over the edge of his bed. He stood back up from his leaning position, staring down at you with those fucking eyes. "Okay but you have to close your eyes" your heart was beating heavily in your chest. You reached forward to grab one of his hands, playing with his rings shyly.

His left hand came up to brush hair away from your face, tucking some behind your ear before his thumb rubbed your cheek softly. "Why's that?"

"Cause it's embarrassing" you mumbled.

"Alright, I'll close em" he said while taking his hand back from your face, covering his eyes with it while you still held onto the other one.

With his eyes covered and his body turned from you slightly, you inhale, taking the hand you held in yours bringing it to the waistband of your shorts and slipping it down until his hand was met with your slick cunt.

His hand left his eyes quickly, looking down at you, holding his hand between your legs, exactly where you needed him.

"F-fuck" he stuttered. He began slowly sliding his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness. Your body jerked when the pads of his fingers bumped your clit.

"How long have you been like this?" Eddie asked quietly, lowering himself until he was on his knees in front of you, only removing his hand from your shorts to tug at them. Pulling them down your hips which you lifted quickly to help get them off. He didn't let you have time to get shy, hands going straight to your knees, pushing your legs apart and bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing light circles against it making you whimper.

"I asked you a question princess" he said looking up at you through thick lashes, thumb halting its movements while he waited for your response.

"Since-" you licked your lips. "Since I walked into your stupid shop" you let yourself fall back against his bed, covering your eyes with your hands as he continues his movements.

"Poor baby has been worked up all day hmm?" he says teasingly, kneeling onto his bed until he was laying on his side next to you. "Well this really is a problem isn't it?"

"Yeah" you breathed, a whine following quickly after when Eddies fingers pressed a little harder.

"How long has it been since someone else has touched you like this?" Eddie shifts closer to you, the rough fabric of his jeans on your thigh.

"Too long" You moan, head tipping back slightly.

"Well that's a damn shame" he removes his hand from between your legs, and doesn't miss the way you whine and look at him. "Patience is a virtue baby" Eddie teased.

You huffed, leaning up onto your elbows. "Patience might be a virtue, but I'm not religious, so please" You say reaching for his hand, pulling it right back to your cunt, sliding down until his fingers grazed your entrance, pushing his single digit inside of you slowly with the tips of your own "Please make me cum" you begged.

His finger slipped into you with little to no resistance, your body jerking on instinct, hips rolling on their own accord.

"Fucking hell sweetheart" Eddies eyes shot down, watching in awe as you fucked yourself on his finger. "Come here" he said in a rush, his free hand holding the back of your head to bring you closer to kiss. It was messy and wet, both fighting for something, teeth grazing lips with no intention until you couldn't focus on anything else but his hand.

"ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod" you moaned with each small bounce of your hips, with a squeak of a yelp tumbling from your lips when Eddies finger curled up into you.

"Yeah? That's the spot huh?" He was breathless, dick straining in his jeans, and he swore he could cum just from watching you alone, but he was far too greedy to let that happen. Kissing you harshly he removed his hand from you once more, frantically undoing his belt mumbling a "Fuck you're so sexy, fucking yourself on my fingers like that? Jesus Christ" he laughs.

"Eddie" you whined, tears rolling down your cheeks as you ran your hands up and over your own chest, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, looking for any sort of friction.

"I know baby I know, I just-" his hands are shaking when he finally gets his jeans down and off of his body, his boxers coming off directly after.

"I can't wait" he said coming back to you, hovering over you now with his dick in one head as he lined it up with your leaking entrance. "I need to be inside you, is that what you want? Want me to fill you up?" he slides his dip up and down, collecting your slick while he waits for you to answer. But all you can do is whimper and reach out for him, grabbing at any part of him you can when he leans over you more closely.

"You gotta tell me you want this" He asks again, seriousness in his voice, enough to peak through your foggy brain to tell you he needs your verbal consent before he continues.

"I do" you say holding onto his shoulders. "I- I need this, please Ed's I need you to fuck me"

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Chapter 5

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 1,568

Rating: some angst some fluff

(Personal note: real life has been kicking my ass lately and it's taking its toll. I struggled with this chapter. I hope it's OK. Also if you wanna chat about Henry, any of his characters, movies or even has out stories feel free to DM me.)

Sy laughed as his three year old niece gave Deb the third degree. Millie was completely enamored with Sy which he was so shocked by since he spent most of her life in the middle east but was incredibly grateful for it. 

"Why didn't ya bing mah unka Sy sooner. He coulda skeered da torm away?" Millie huffed at Debbie. She believed her Uncle Sy could fix everything, even bad weather.

"I'm sorry sweetie but he had to help your grandma with some stuff earlier," Debbie explained. Millie was the cutest little girl with blond hair and blue eyes and at three already had Sy's stubbornness and attitude. Seeing them together, Sy huge and Millie so tiny was cute but watching the big, bad, marine be bossed and pushed around by this tiny little girl was the most adorable thing ever.

"Why didn't you do it?" Millie pouted at Deb.

"Cause she didn't want me too. She wanted to spend time with Uncle Sy," She explained. 

"Why not?" Millie questioned. "You do it den Unka Sy be here wif me!"

"Cause she said she wanted him, not me" Deb shrugged. 

"Why?" She asked again.

"Stop bein stupid 'silly millie'." Amy and Mike's oldest kid, Robbie sneered. He was six and he thought little sisters were the worst. 

"Hey," Amy, Mike and Sy all said at the same time. "We don't call people stupid young man," Amy finished.

"Yea poopy head!" Millie stuck her tongue out at him.

"No ma'am," Sy shook his head. "You don't get to call him names either."

"Whhhhyyy?" She whined. "He is a poopy head!"

"Silly Millie, silly Millie," Robbie sang.

"Cause it's not nice," Sy explained while trying not to laugh. "But mostly because I said so." He pointed at Robbie. "That means you to."

"Otay," Millie nodded and played with the doll she had in Sy's lap.

"Fine," Robbie sighed.

Sy's phone rang and he looked at the screen before turning it to silent with a huff. Deb looked at him quizzically but before she could ask her phone rang. She looked at the screen and did the same thing Sy had done.

"What's going on?" Amy asked but just as she did her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Are they there?" Sara demanded.

"Hello to you too mom," Amy rolled her eyes as she excused herself to the kitchen for privacy. 

"Are they there?" She huffed again.

"Yes they are here. The storm was worse down their way and they couldn't get home. They were exhausted and not in any shape to be alone anyway."

"They were here but she decided I didn't need to have a discussion with my own son. She has no right to try to come between us. He's my son and I have a right to know what…"

"No you don't!" Amy yelled into her phone. "Yes, you are our mother but that doesn't give you the right to know every tiny detail of our lives. Whatever Sy went through over there we know it was awful and if he doesn't want to retell it or doesn't want us knowing then we should be ok with that. All that he needs from us is for us to love him just like he loves us. Is that not enough for you?" Amy was near breathless from her rant but when she heard the click of Sara's phone turning off her blood boiled and she growled rather loudly.

"Don't ruin your relationship with her because of me." Sy had stepped into the kitchen when he heard Amy's raised voice. "I don't know why she's being this way but she's dead set on knowing it all and I don't just don't think I can do it."

Amy hugged him. "You don't have to, Sy. If talking about what happened helps you I will gladly listen to every detail. I will continue to love you just the same if you never tell me anything that happened. You are my little brother." 

He walked over to the counter and leaned his hip against it, arms crossed over his chest. "I should just disappear.  It would make everyone's lives easier."

"You better not disappear! We need you," Amy insisted 

Millie came running into the kitchen ending their conversation.  "Unka Sy!" She ran up to him with her little arms in the air and he scooped her up.

"And what do you want?" He asked her as he tickled her and made her squirm and giggle.

"Come pay wif me!"

He sighed dramatically then flipped her upside. "I guess,  if I have to."  

They spent time playing with the kids before they had their dinner and got ready for bed both falling asleep after a story.

Once it was quiet Sy's mind started to go into hyper vigilance again and he was getting antsy. His eyes were darting to all the windows and doors searching for the enemy. When Amy came back downstairs and called them to the kitchen so they could all eat dinner Deb got an idea. "Amy, do you have any card games or board games?"

"I do!" She jumped up excitedly and went to gather them up.

"You did it now woman," Sy shook his head. "She loves playing games."

Deb held out her hand to him and tried to pull him up which was futile until he helped. "Games are a good distraction," She explained as she guided him toward the kitchen. Once he was in front of her she smacked his ass. "Woman?" She growled. 

He bit back a shocked squeak and spun on her quickly wrapping his arms around her and roughly squeezing her ass with both hands. "Yea, woman." There was a playfulness in his eyes as she reached back and swatted at his hands. "Mine", he growled deep in his chest as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Only yours, always," She promised. He kissed her until she was breathless and leaning heavily against him. "Mmmm," She sighed contentedly.

"Found em," Amy held up the boxes triumphantly. 

Thirty minutes later they were deep into a game of 'Syverson rules Uno' which she learned ment the deck had three special make your own wild cards, one of which Sy made a draw 10 card and you could 'stack' draw cards. The first hand Debbie had to draw eight and Sy enjoyed that just a little too much. So now, about half way into the game, Debbie was in a fit of hysterical laughter, Amy was in tears from laughter, Mike was trying to hide his smile and Sy was cursing. "Biggest bunch of fuckin bullshit I've ever seen in my life." He grumbled. "You keep laughin'" he shook his finger at Deb. It only made her laugh so hard she snorted which led to Amy's hysterical laughter and poor Aika looking at them all like they were mad. "It's not that funny!" Sy huffed at his sister.

"You," gasp, "had to," snort, "draw," guffaw, "18!" Tears from laughter streamed down Amy's face.

He shook his head and glared at her before picking up a pretzel twist and throwing it at her head which Aika happily munched as soon as it hit the floor. "Play!" He growled. 

Deb tried to control her laughter but failed, earning her own pretzel to the head. "They're your rules Syverson! I'm just playing by them," she explained innocently. 

"Uh-huh," he nodded, giving her a look that was supposed to be of anger but he couldn't hide his grin. 

They continued to play games for a couple of hours before Deb noticed Sy starting to wear out. "I hate to end a fun time but I'm getting kinda tired. I think I'm ready to stretch out."

"Of course," Amy stood up and gave her a hug. "You know where everything is but if there is something you can’t find just let me know."

"Thank you again for letting us crash here," sis. 

"You know you're welcome here anytime. " She gave him a hug then shooed them off to bed.

~~~~♡~~~~

Deb made sure Aika had been walked then crawled into bed where Sy was already waiting. The coolness of the sheets was welcoming on her sore, aching body. She wasn't really sleepy but physically she was beyond exhausted. Sighing contentedly when Sy pulled her against his side she pressed a kiss to his chest. "You feeling better sweetheart? "

"Still not right but much better than earlier. I'm so sorry you have to go through this with me. You deserve so much better."

The sadness in his voice broke her heart. She raised up on her elbow and looked at him. "I'm sorry you have to go through it baby, that you went through any of it. You're wrong though. I don't deserve better because there is no one better."

He turned on his side and hugged her to him pressing a kiss to her head nearly purring as she ran her nails lightly up and down his back.

"Mine," She said softly.

"All yours sugar. Only yours."

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[euniexenoblade]

chuck this question if you don't wanna answer it, obviously, but: i am a huge gigantic wrestling fan but i have not been able to square myself with watching wwe after all that horrific vince shit came out. did they end up cleaning house w/r/t that stuff? i should just look myself but honestly i'm afraid of finding just more godawful shit i hadn't yet heard about. but fuck i really wanna watch wrestling again. sorry if this is a shitty question

Vince isnt there! He literally retired and only forced his way back in to make money off the sale of the company! As soon as the deal went through tko (the company that owns UFC and WWE) immediately limited his interaction with the direct product. Of course that doesn't mean he wasn't involved, but he's not there and it's very clear everyone there fucking hates him and hates what he did. The tko people outright said they don't know shit about Vince, he's not their friend and it's not his company, it's theirs. There are probably people sympathetic to him but the people actually in charge have little to no loyalty to the man. And the rumor I've heard is that Hunter and Steph are gonna get divorced. So I don't think it's solidly one way or the other, but being that there's literally a ban on Vince's name on television and they blur his face in old clips like Benoit, I think he's gone. And Hunter and Steph both nudge nudge wink winked that Vince is gone and Hunter will be running the show. And the show looks better than Vince's product.

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02: A NEIGHBOUR, A COOKIE, A PARTY INVITE

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𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 /// ༊*·˚ utahime gets a new neighbour in her apartment complex who is loud, obnoxious (you) and, seems to have no perception of the type of person they are. this annoys utahime and causes quite a few debacles between the two of you whilst you start falling for her. will utahime stop seeing you as anything more than just an irresponsible young adult or will the hostile neighbourly tension perpetuate?

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after sending shoko and meimei off to anobliging nanami, utahime finally trudges to her home in sheer exhaustion as she lands on her spongy couch. her body aches throughout because of the girls night―not that it wasn't fun, it was anything but that but she isn't usually one for social gatherings. it exhausted her easily. she normally spent her satudays chilling on the couch, talking to her plants (which she considers a social interaction) and beginning to mentally prepare for another big week at kyoto jujutsu high.

although the kids at kjh adored her so, she still needs to prepare herself for the frequent arguing and todo slander she would need to break off.

so, imagine her surprise when she finally moulds into the material of the sofa and she hears a knock on the door.

had shoko or mei forgotten something?

utahime gets up and makes her way to the door and opens it.

it wasn't shoko or mei.

a new face stares up at her with a smile with a plate of cookies in her hands.

"hiya," the girl greets.

utahime hadn't opened the door all the way, only enough for her face to fit through, hesitant of this stranger. although, she had an inkling on who she might be.

"i'm y/n, i just moved in next door to yuri's place! so sorry about the noise, i didn't have any other time to book in the move except at six in the morning. it must've been really annoying!"

utahime is stunned.

how did she say all of that in one breath?

"no worries," utahime replies, slowly pushing the door open, "i'm utahime..."

she doesn't know how to continue.

"it's nice to meet you, utahime! i brought you these cookies! i know it's supposed to be the other way around since i'm new and all, but yuri told me you were a kind neighbour and patient with her and her, well, problems."

y/n hands the cookies over to utahime who reluctantly takes it. she doesn't like sweets, maybe she'll give them to nanami as a 'thank you' gesture for driving shoko and meimei―the man loved his sweets.

"thank you. yuri is a lovely woman, she always helped me out when i needed it. how is she doing? with the divorce and all?"

y/n sighs, knitting her eyebrows together, "she's alright. had to take time off of work to figure things out but she'll work through it, she's strong like that..."

"i see. could you tell her i sent my condolences?"

"i will. anyways, i'm throwing a party tomorrow night. please feel free to come on over!" another bright smile encounters the girl's face.

a party? in this apartment complex? that was by far the most ridiculous thing utahime's heard.

the complex in which she lives in isn't one for parties, especially since most of the residents are old retired people, spending their last days in a peaceful environment away from the noisy city. utahime picked this place because of its serene nature and kind neighbours. she didn't want to be involved in...whatever y/n's about to do.

"oh...i'm not really a party person." utahime tries to laugh, "but thank you."

y/n never stops smiling, utahime kind of appreciated that about her. she seems so young and carefree.

"no problem, but if you do feel like it, the door's always open! i've got to go to work now. i hope i'll see you around, utahime!"

"yeah, thanks."

utahime closes the door.

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Law, hearing about Marineford, deciding "on a whim" to change course and haul Luffy's ass out of there still is one of my favorite moments.

A pirate that basically had no business being there, deciding to willingly enter a marine war. Metaphorically laughing in the face of the fleet admiral, a man he doesn't know yet he shares fate with. Just because.

This concept makes me want to see Sengoku doing something similar.

The old man has no business leaving his retirement. But after hearing about the Swords pinch, with Garp high on their heels, and then the recent news about his insufferable grandson?

I wanna bet he hauls his Buddha behind out on the seas and returns the favor. With his shifted sense of justice (thanks to Cora-san) he would be more inclined to act on it. Especially if his family is involved.

The very thing he always reprimands Garp for when his spawns are wrecking havoc again (I count Coby into that).

So he goes out there and helps Law. Claiming "it's on a whim".

I want to see this turn of events repeated.

Furthering the narrative of unconditional love and blurring the lines more of "conventional behavior".

But most of all, I want to see them mending the wounds of the past and holding tight onto what they treasure.

I want them to break the circle of having to see their loved ones being ripped from their hands.

I want them to be able to step up, and reclaim their ground.

Garp, Coby, Law, Sengoku. And everyone dear to them.

[bonesandthebees]

If u wanna talk more about the tntduo detective au I am ALL ears 👀👀👀 but also totally understand if u wanna keep it a secret for now hehehe

honestly I have no idea where I'm going with it so I'll throw it to the wind and let you guys chew on it while I let it simmer lol

so basically I started watching true detective: night country the other night with my mom and I immediately got inspired (I have not seen the first season of true detective although I really want to watch it now and hopefully will soon). also, I've always had a fascination with the polar nights phenomena. I've gone on wikipedia binges before reading about Utquiagvik (the Alaskan town I'm fairly sure the town in true detective s4 is based off of) which experiences polar night for roughly two months or so, and I've also gotten a few videos in my Youtube recommended from a youtuber who lives in Svalbard which experiences polar night for nearly three months. so suffice to say the concept of a several month long night has intrigued me for a while, and finding a show literally set during that multi-month nighttime immediately piqued my interest.

and when I watch really fun things I usually get the urge to write something in the same genre. originally I thought about a crimeboys detective duo fic, but then I was like wait has anyone done tntduo as detective partners? because I know there's crimeboys detective fics out there but I don't know if I've seen many of them for tntduo. and I realized that would just be a very fun dynamic for the two of them.

so grizzled small town detective partners tntduo who bicker like an old married couple, seem to have a lot of shit in their past between them, work incredibly well together and bounce off of each other perfectly during investigations, and also have the kind of tension where no one else in the room with them can tell if they want to punch each other or make out just felt like the perfect vibe to dig into. all set against the backdrop of a frigid arctic circle town that's in the midst of a 2 month long night. and then someone gets murdered.

so this post doesn't get too long I'll talk more about the specifics of the au under the cut

so tbh this idea while it is tntduo /r, it wouldn't be that focused on that and more focused on the murder investigation going on. besides our two overly tired small town detectives that definitely aren't repressing any feelings towards each other, we have several other characters going about their lives as well! of course tommy is there. he's a junior officer who only joined the police force a year before the start of the story (also, yes I'm very acab when it comes to real life but I just wanna write one of those stereotypical murder investigation stories man).

anyway, tommy is only 20 and his dad, phil, was part of the force for most of tommy's life. once he turned 18 though phil quit because he'd always hated the institution of police (and government in general) (although like wilbur he was a detective) but wanted to have a stable job to keep his kid supported. phil was... not thrilled in tommy's career choice, but who is he to protest?

phil mentored wilbur during his early years in the force, and in turn wilbur mentors tommy. he's trying to teach him how to think like an investigator, and will often ask him questions to get his brain turning pieces of evidence over and try to get him to look at situations in different ways.

since quitting and getting that sweet sweet government retirement money, phil pretty much spends all his time at his bestie techno's place. techno is the town hermit who lives on the outskirts. he also breeds sled dogs (not formally he just has a lot of dogs since people need them in that kind of weather) and usually has 10 huskies at a time running around his cabin. techno might also be a retired eco-terrorist but wilbur knows not to ask too many questions about that and quackity is scared of techno so he's definitely not gonna bring it up.

niki is a phd student from germany working at the nearby arctic research station for her dissertation. she focuses a lot of her studies on climate change and all that. she and wilbur are best friends and has heard way too many drunken ramblings about quackity.

jack manifold is one of tommy's best friends and works at the oil fields that employ most of the town. he's trying to get placed onto a proper oil rig out in the ocean at some point since those jobs pay really well. he's friends with niki too, although his job and her research certainly cause a bit of contention between them.

tubbo is another best friend of tommy's. he's born and raised in the arctic town but he went off to a prestigious uni down south to get a nuclear engineering degree so he's not really around for the most part

sam oversees and manages all the oil pumps and makes sure things are running smoothly. and in turn, schlatt owns the oil fields. he and quackity have, uh, a history.

and lastly, ranboo is an intern at the research station that niki is doing her dissertation work at. they're also close friends with tommy, although wilbur and quackity both have only met them a few times. the whole story kicks off when they go missing one day, only to be found dead outside in the frigid temperatures within a few hours. that's when the mystery kicks off against the backdrop of a nearly three month long night :)

anyway I do have the overarching mystery figured out, but it's the actual specific plotting bit i'm struggling with. I really don't want to write the entire investigation but also I don't wanna just write a single scene bc theres so much going on in this universe I wanna show arghhhh. and also I love slowburn and I think the really weird tense dynamic tntduo have in this would be so intriguing with that layered on top of it. just arghhhh motivation and time.

hope you enjoyed learning about my brainrot over the past few days lol I already made a playlist for this fic even though I don't think I'm gonna write it it's so joever for me

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just want to preface that i am overcome with horny thots abt seb getting his teeth checked out, fingers getting all over that lil snaggletooth he has, pulling out his plump lip that seb likes to bite when he's self-conscious abt them... just wanna shove some digits in there, keep his mouth open and drooling y'know? 🥵

[Link] to a gif of a guy standing there, having his teeth/gums examined by someone else. You can't see the other person, just their hand and forearm coming into the gif.

I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 idea 👏🏻

Suddenly, I am struck with an AU idea... Chris' dad is a dentist, yeah? Sebastian has an oral fixation, yes? Sebastian's had his teeth fixed... you see where I'm going with this, huh?

I'm not taking requests right now, but I couldn't help myself... 👀

Sebastian moves to a new area, his old dentist retires, his usual denist doesn't specialize in teeth aesthetics (straightening, whitening, etc.), or whatever you want to imagine happens happens. But, either way, Sebastian is in need of a new dentist. So. Enter Chris Evans.

Dentist Chris Evans.

The most fucking handsome man Sebastian has ever fucking seen. Let alone the most handsome dentist he's ever laid eyes on. It makes Sebastian's appointment the best, worst experience of his life. The dental hygienist was lovely, lively, and happy; talking to him as if their hands weren't in his mouth and he could actually respond. The usual in a positive way. But this...

This man standing in front of him is not the usual.

He knocks on the separating wall between this little dental area and the next, asking the hygienist, "you ready for me?"

They hum, "yup, just one second," finishing up.

And Sebastian gets exactly half a second to panic before the dentist--Chris, the hottest man he's ever seen in his life--sits down on the stool the hygienist was just sitting in. Close enough to touch. Jesus. He's gonna touch him.

God.

Not like that.

But--

In his dreams.

Sebastian tries to hide his shiver, je can't entirely. But, either way, if he notices or not, Chris is just as friendly and lively, maybe even more so, introducing himself as "Chris" rather than "Mr. Evans" or "doctor of dentistry Evans" or anything reasonable. Just his first name. It's a good name. He's so fucking handsome that Sebastian is happy he can't gurgle out any sort of response, as excused by his hands in his mouth.

His... very, very large hands.

Thick fingers.

Long fingers.

Wide palms.

Biiiig hands.

Big but gentle as he examines his mouth and the hygienist's work.

Sebastian can't open his mouth wide enough, and Chris' hands are too large for his tongue not to rest against some part of his hand as the exam stretches on. Sebastian feels strangely embarrassed about it. He doesn't want to--

He does want to lick his hand.

But he shouldn't be!

It's harassment!

He shouldn't be licking his new fucking dentist's hands!

Sebastian is shaken out of his gay panic by Chris' equally handsome voice, "you bite your lips a lot?" He searches through the little tray of tools at his side. Rustling around.

"Uh," Sebastian flounders, "yes? How did you--should I, should I not? Am I being," he coughs, "doing. Am I doing something b--" Seb cuts himself off before he says 'bad.' He. No. He doesn't need to think about being bad or good right now. Not right now when he's on his back, and he couldn't possibly hide--

No.

Especially not in these pants.

Shit.

"Your lips are very red," Chris explains, shrugging one shoulder and finally selecting another little tool.

"Oh." Sebastian swears he sees the dentist's blue eyes dark down to his lips, getting stuck there, and swallowing thickly. Seb has to restrain from biting his bottom lip again now. "Okay?"

"Try not to," Chris teases, drumming his fingers against his shoulder. Friendly. "You wouldn't wanna hurt yourself."

Sebastian feels himself flush hot. He's being friendly. It's endearing. This is a good, happy atmosphere. Any undertone in his smooth, deep voice is a projection from Sebastian.

This is his job.

This is his job, Sebastian reminds himself. His propensity for handsome men, big and tall, and their commanding voices and imposing looks and slipping their fingers (and other things) in his mouth should not be brought into this place of professionalism.

Fuck.

"Open for me?" Chris interrupts his thoughts again. Good fucking thing.

Thoughtlessly, Sebastian obeys.

"Hm..." Chris' eyebrows pull together behind the frames of his glasses, "a little wider." He waits for Sebastian to obey listen. "Good. Thank you."

Sebastian burns hotter.

He closes his eyes for a blink but ends up someonewhere else. He's not laid back on a dentist's chair. He's laid back on a bed with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress, mouth open for inspecting, possessive fingers testing his gag reflex and admiring his pink, wet tongue and the velvet-soft insides of his cheeks before sliding his cock in. In his mouth. Down his throat. Choking him. Making him cry.

Fuck.

Sebastian tries to swallow the excess saliva suddenly pooling in his mouth with his mouth wide open, Chris' hand still in his mouth. He chokes. Chris backs off and pats his shoulder, dimly telling him to take his time and apologizing while Seb turns redder and redder and boils alive in his heated embarrassment.

Once his coughing fit is over from his actual drool going down the wrong pipe, Chris tells him, "you have really nice teeth, by the way. Can I ask why you're here interested in straightening. That was it, right? Sorry, I only briefly got to look over your chart."

"Uh, it's okay. Th-thanks," Sebastian is apparently not going to stop blushing any time soon. "They're crooked, though."

Chris shrugs, "nothing wrong with crooked teeth unless they're causing you pain." He looks around conspiratorial, when he finds that the dentail hygienist has made themself scarce, he whispers, "I'm not supposed to say it, but I happen to think crooked teeth are cute."

Is--

Is he being hit on?

Sebastian nearly squeaks as he says, "really!?"

"Yeah," Chris offers easily, "they've got character."

They look at each other for a moment. Sebastian is... captivated. He's so goddamn attractive.

"Yours aren't hurting you, right?"

He totally is hitting on him. He has to be! Yours as in your cute crooked teeth! Right!?

"No?" Sebastian should know he's not hurting because of his teeth, but he can't help but cower wonderfully under his authority. So, it comes out as a question.

"That's great!" Chris says, "oo, what's the story then?"

"I, uh," Seb stutters, "I'm on camera a lot."

Chris raises an eyebrow, a mischievous look in his eyes, "camera, huh?"

Sebastian covers his face with his hand, he's blushing so hard that he's melting in this fucking dentist chair. This is how he dies. "I'm an actor," he clarifies. Or. No. That makes it worse. "Not that kind of actor," he says in a rush.

Chris laughs with him, pleasant. "Well," he shrugs, "you never know with the characters we get around here."

There's an undertone with how his gaze lingers on Sebastian... like maybe Chris thinks he has the looks of someone who's on camera in that way. That kind of actor. A porn actor. Sebastian is flustered but not really because flustered is an understatement.

"So," Chris goes back to his examination, "actor, huh?" Sebastian struggles to make any sort of affirmative sound. He's struggling to breathe. He's struggling not to take the familiar sensations of fingers in his mouth and suck. Chris is so handsome, and he keeps touching him. Right now, he's dragging his fingertips over Sebastian's gums under his top lip, "I assume you'll be interested in whiting, too? Not that you need it."

Sebastian barely nods.

"Actor..." Chris murmurs to himself, "I'd ask you what I've maybe seen you in, but I don't think I've seen you in anything. I don't want a ton of TV or movies and--"

Sebastian must imagine the feeling because he, he swears he can feel Chris stroke his index finger down the inside of his cheek.

Oh, God.

"I would've remembered a face like yours."

Oh. God.

Sebastian is absolutely hallucinating sensations. Chris did not--he did not press two fingers down in the flat of his tongue.

Unless--

Sebastian makes a mortifying, mortifying sound. A little whimper.

"I think..." Chris pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting Sebastian to the blue latex over his thick fingers. He removes them with a sharp snap, snap, exposing his veined, wide hands with just the appropriate amount of hair. How is there an appropriate amount of body hair?

What?

"I think the plan for you will be to come back in and see my colleague so he can set you up with invisalign and a few whiting sessions. Nothing major."

"Y-your colleague?" Sebastian stutters, he should sit up, but he's not--

He feels like he's spinning. He's maybe, maybe not hallucinating being hit on. So--

"Yeah. I," is it his imagination, or is Chris blushing? "I would rather not see you professionally again--"

Professionally?

"--Because, and I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but I would rather see you somewhere more casual, maybe a coffee shop? Maybe dinner?"

"Um," Sebastian thought he was blushing before, it doesn't hold a candle to whatever the fuck redness must be staining his cheeks now, "anything?"

Chris grins, wide, "perfect."

Sebastian can't help but match his dopey expression.

So, Sebastian goes home with the number of very, very attractive dentist and a place and time for their first date. However, he so doesn't go home and fist himself desperately, on his knees, next to his bed like he's praying before he goes to bed, mouth wide open, moaning, imagining Chris' touch slipping between his lips, fingers warm and slick but much less gentle and definitely not covering with the thin, thin barrier of latex. Seb doesn't want anything between them.

Seb wants to taste Chris on his tongue. He wants him to hold his jaw in those big, hands. He wants to know every curve and crease of his hands. He wants to feel him curl his fingers and tug on his teeth. He wants him to stroke the inside of his cheeks. To circle his lips, tugging at them. To press into his gums. To press down on his tongue. To gag him. To choke him. To make him drool. To try to make one of those huge hands fold into a fist inside his mouth, stretching his lips, forcing tears from his eyes, and making him shake with pleasure. He loves having his mouth full. And he has the feeling that Chris' hands are not the only thing that would stretch his lips, make him choke, and open his jaw wiiide.

Guh.

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Tumblr is crazy you guys are always saying Life doesn't end after your twenties!! I wanna fuck that old man!! But a thirty-two year old dude posts himself in cat ears and a sweater and you're telling him to get to the retirement home?? Saying he's too old to be doing that???? How old are these "old" men you wanna be fucking, 27??? My goodness gracious it just does not add up...

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villain au ask: u got small might art in it, does toshi potatofy afo and gets unlung'd in the process? how does deku fit in this beautiful trainwreck

Yeppers, Small Might is definitely a thing and that all happens lolol, i hope you're prepared for a bit of an info/art dump!!

All the small might art I did was from 2018 so its old and bad but I still have a soft spot for it lol. Initially after Toshi went through everything and is seen as a menace to society (which is when he does potatofy afo and gets fucked up in the process) he keeps on the downlow for a long while - and then the mysterious yagi toshinori, a skeleton of a man, is seen running around the underground acting primarily as an info broker who's said to have ties to 'all might' lmao

here's a bunch of old art of small might- I have more but i dont wanna bloat the post LOL, you can see all the old (out of date shit) on my villain au tag

While the events leading up to canon differ, Deku still goes through the whole 'being seen by All Might' thing and its then that Toshi decides its time to officially retire and allow Izuku to become the symbol of peace he wasn't able to embody - but he doesn't know that afo is still alive (even though he dreams, oh boy does he dream)

So obviously things don't go to plan LOL

I havent fully plotted it out, but here's this lil snippet i wrote down in a fever dream that may or may not be canon to the AU, we'll see