#start to lose more and more of themselves by being around each other. bc they don't really see the other person

[aq2003]

i think twelve and clara are starting to make sense to me but i don't think it's what moffat intended or how the ppl that like them see their dynamic

[spdrwdw]

hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name. 

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies. 

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going. 

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family. 

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with. 

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world. 

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men. 

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose. 

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together. 

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara. 

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home. 

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head. 

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated. 

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever! 

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape. 

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them. 

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him. 

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were. 

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid. 

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other. 

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats. 

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you. 

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other. 

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection. 

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending. 

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent. 

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you. 

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all. 

—

Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor. 

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message. 

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes? 

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him. 

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes. 

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him. 

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet. 

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door. 

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them. 

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son. 

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions. 

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot. 

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked. 

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot. 

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses. 

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body. 

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted. 

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck. 

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him. 

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave. 

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there. 

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track. 

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story. 

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one. 

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times. 

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong. 

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her. 

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there. 

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house. 

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come. 

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband. 

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact. 

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt. 

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you. 

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands. 

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit. 

“What?” You questioned. 

“What are you wearing?” 

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress. 

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked. 

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a  man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over. 

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up. 

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time. 

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage. 

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two. 

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone. 

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

 He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus. 

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes. 

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see. 

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him. 

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel. 

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty. 

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader. 

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table. 

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat. 

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation. 

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though. 

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly. 

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man. 

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone. 

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers. 

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables. 

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.  

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him. 

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible. 

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night. 

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you. 

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed. 

[anticapitalistclown]

reader having the scary dog privilege with the big boys 🤤

I think in the lookism verse, reader could have the scary dog privilege with every character lol, lookism men are built different.

Since the characters aren't requested, I'll choose the big boys myself

Scary dog privilege headcanons

reader x Taesoo, Jake, Jerry and Vin Jin

Taesoo

Scary dog privilege? more like scary bear privilege

He really is scary, his face straight up says "don't talk to me", yet since you started to know each other that he asked you daily how your day was, he loves to hear you talk.

He hates everyone, everyone except you and maybe his successor

Since you started dating that you didn't have to get worried about your surroundings anymore, you have a boyfriend that will do it for you.

You can walk everywhere with the confidence that Taesoo can break anyone's ribs with a single punch, although his aura is scary enough for anyone to dare approach you

And there's no need for him to be always stuck with you! just for you being known as Taesoo's partner makes people shiver in fear

It's cute to see a sunshine walking around Ansan happy and without a worry with a muscular and enormous boyfriend behind them (who spoils his partner to the brims)

Jake

He's so cute omg, he's that boyfriend that looks like he has doberman vibes, yet he's a golden retriever.

You're walking on the streets with an enormous, muscular, tattooed and scarred-face man who asks you for cuddles every night

He's big and scary, yet he loves cute things (you)

He's also won a name, Big Deal is quite known and respected for, so people think twice as to approach you

Even though he might not always be around you, a big deal member for sure is to make sure the boss's darling is safe

He loves to walk next to you, pick you up from work or classes, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you're protected <3

Sometimes he doesn't give scary vibes bc he just can't stop smiling at you, yet he is always aware of your surroundings

Jerry

Same as with Jake, he's a big and scarred-face scary man, who people try to avoid looking directly at him, yet he turns into a blushing and stuttering mess when asking you to hold hands.

It's great to walk next to him, people only look at you in fear or admiration

He's so tall and big that he protects you from the sun, also you will never lose him in crowds

He's the best helper, you're tired? he will carry you without any effort, you have to carry heavy stuff? no way, he will do it for you <3

You are boss Jerry's darling, so you also have all the protection from the big deal underlings

Vin

More than scary, he's just an asshole

People be looking at you, and he will put his disgusted bitch face and tell them "tf you looking at?"

He's the type to tell you "babe, dress as you want, I can fight"

Yet he prefers to see his partner to stood up for themselves, if things get more uncomfortable tho, he will step in, he always has your back.

It's true that he is more muscular, and it makes him look more intimidant, and he knows it, so when walking with you, he kinda likes to show off.

Will bitch-slap any guy that looks at you the wrong way <3

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hii love, how are you doing? 🫶🏻

so, i just read your latest pietro hcs and it's SO GOOD😭 (like everything else that you write, i'm literally in love with your writing) and i had an idea

can i request an angry love confession from pietro after him and the reader go to a mission together and she puts herself at risk to save him?

like, they're friends with benefits, but are distant bc both of them had developed feelings for each other, but neither say anything bc they think the other only wants sex, like you said. the reader putting herself at risk during the mission to save pietro it's the last straw for him, he gets angry and freaked out by the idea of losing her. so, after the mission, they're arguing and it ends up leading to an angry love confession 😏😏

hii lovie!! im sorry this has taken so long, it took me ages to figure out how to get them out of the danger part, so I took a break from it and had no luck so left that part blank. but you’ll see what I mean😭 and im doing well, hope you are too. thank you :(( you’re so sweet!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

MISTAKES AND CONFESSIONS

pietro maximoff x female reader

word count. 869

link to fwb hc’s

As of late, things with Pietro have been a little confusing - tricky, if you will - the complications of being friends with benefits making themselves more apparent after every meet-up.

Everything was going well, all going as planned, until the unforeseen moment when you actually fell in love with him. At the beginning of your elevated friendship, you both promised it would be strictly hook-ups, no strings attached, nothing else. And that's what you did - up until three weeks ago. 

After a while, you found yourself declining his invitations to meet up, like you were starting to pull back from him. It grew more difficult to be around someone so unattainable, to have the constant reminder of his romantic disinterest, so instead, you withdrew yourself to make it less painful. 

So now, when you cross paths at the compound, instead of a nervous hidden smile behind your hand, you avoid his gaze completely - turning your attention to the weather app on your phone.

It wasn't easy to ignore him, but it was getting there - that's what you told yourself, anyway. 

All of your attempts to avoid Pietro got flipped on its head when the two of you got paired together for a mission - to retrieve intel from an enemy base. It was supposed to be a low-risk assignment: get in, collect the information and get out, but nothing is ever that simple.

As soon as you and Pietro stepped foot in the room of said intel, you noticed a red hue shine from under his foot. You immediately tugged at his arm, halting his movements when you realised what you had both walked into.

"Pietro! Wait, wait, wait," you call out, gripping at his upper arm. "Don't move. Keep still," you ramble, eagerly looking around the space.

"What is it?"

"The room— it's got these— I don't know, just keep still," you breathe out a reply, feeling flustered. 

"It's okay," Pietro offers a brief moment of reassurance, keeping his eyes glued ahead - keeping still as instructed. "Are you okay? Are you on one, too?" he hesitantly asks.

"No, no, but you are and— I don't know what to do. Nat taught me what to do with these and— god, why isn't my brain working?" you mumble, frustratedly speaking your mind when you think about the possibility of something awful actually happening to Pietro - to both of you.

"Draga, it's fine. Really, it's okay," he whispers, slowly extending his hand behind, like he was awkwardly reaching for you.

"No, keep still— please. Just let me think," 

"You should go,"

"No, give me a minute," 

"Please, milovat. You need to go,"

"I said no. Just give me a second,"

You even your breathing, running an uneasy hand over your forehead as you assess your surroundings. 

----- after ------ (im sorry about this, my brain broke)

You avoid each other's gaze, separately processing everything that happened - how you were both about to be blown to pieces, how you were willing to let yourself die to get Pietro out.

"That was so stupid," Pietro mutters, keeping his eyes fixed on a tree ahead.

"Excuse me?" you reply, neck whipping around to face him.

"That was so stupid," he repeats, emphasising each word.

"Are you kidding?" you snicker. "If you had minded where you were going we wouldn't have had to done all that."

"So you're saying it's my fault?" he retorts, face grimacing.

"Yes. I am," you retaliate. "It's your fault."

You both sigh, growing frustrated with the conversation. It was as if there was so much left unsaid, it all coming together like a whirlwind of mixed emotions - everything from your failed 'relationship' to no contact to just now. It was like you were both holding back on everything, too scared to bring up the subject that tarnished your original friendship. 

"I told you to go, and you didn't. That's not on me. That's on you! Don't blame me for things we both messed up on."

"Me? That's rich,"

"Yes, you! Nothing is ever your fault, is it?" he sneers, the argument changing subject.

"You never listen! Always thinking about yourself,"

"Bullshit," he dryly chuckles, unamused smile on his face.

"I don't want to do this. It's boring and tiring," you cave, waving your hands in sign of defeat. "I give up. You win."

Pietro huffs, rubbing over his temples. "If you had just gone..." he murmurs, talking at the floor.

"I couldn't! I couldn't leave you,"

"Yes, you could. You should've gone. You could have died," Pietro's words soften as if it all hit him how real it was - how he could have lost you again, but for good. "You could've died."

"So could you," you turn to face him, meeting his saddened eyes. 

His hands drop to his side as he steps towards you, walking to close the gap - the closest you had been in weeks. He keeps his gaze solely on you, looking over you like you're no longer a distant memory, like he was seeing you in a new light - the way he was supposed to see you.

He cups your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. "I could have lost you again."

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pietro taglist: @astermath @thewinterv @earth-elemental18 @lunnnix @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @randomawesomeperson102 @queerponcho @selfryed @daenerys-supremacy @dontknownameauthor @mrsbarnesxxx @honestly-who-even-is-this @simplyreflected @apxtowiris

[blacklegsanjiii]

wait ohmygod imagine lusan in warlord!sanji au. luffy goes through so many shovel talks that stop midattempt bc all the warlords are very protective over their kid but they can tell without minutes of meeting luffy that hes the best there can be. luffy has no idea theres a shovel talk hes just happy to talk to ppl who have sanjis baby pictures and embarrassing stories. tho i guess this kinda scenario works with other ships too

Two different anons with the same energy I love it.

God that'd be hilarious. I feel like Jinbei wouldn't even try honestly after seeing WCI. And he is talking to the others. They all coparent someone who is so reckless and willing to die. It's like they kidnap the seraphim and go to Karai Bari where the warlords are all at because Jinbei called ahead and is like "I HAVE NEWS I WILL TELL YOU WHEN WE GET THERE!"

The Warlords and the Strawhats are all staring at each other as Boa tries not to swoon for Luffy. The seraphim are with them and looking at them all like they're dumb. Jinbei is so excited as he looks at his other coparents who are looking at mini versions of themselves and to the pirate crew and then to Jinbei specifically. Buggy is so confused and scared. He knows that Sanji is the kid of his "lieutenants" and the other three warlords but like honestly, he's scared.

"What the hell are these?" Crocodile asks.

"Seraphim is what Vegapunk called them. Look at them! It's us!" Jinbei says excitedly. "I know I've been unfairly having too much time-"

"You're in the crew!" Boa yells with a finger. "Of course you get a bunch of extra time with them!"

"But now with these you can all have a child again as well!" Jinbei grins and Mihawk just crouches down in that "Oh no God why me way" as he looks at their kid. Basically. Sanji is gripping their hair which Jinbei tries to get him to let go of. Doffy strings Sanji's hands to get them to stop. The Crew is ready to fight.

"Calm down, it's fine, I wasn't going to kill them this time." Doffy laughs.

"Oh but you would have last time?!" Sanji yells at him.

"If it came to it." Doffy shrugs with a grin and Sanji just starts yelling at him in a foreign language. Doffy is just laughing and then Sanji's legs light on fire and Mihawk groans. Crocodile sighs while Boa runs forward and holds Sani in a bear hug and squeals about no one mentioning that! She has Sanji in the air and spinning. Sanji is yelling at her now as Doffy laughs his ass off.

"What is going on?" Usopp asks in despair.

"He's our child, duh." Boa says.

"Well I'm their boyfriend so can you let them go?" Luffy asks. Nami chops Luffy's head, Zoro is screaming at Luffy for saying that and Mihawk for hiding it.

"So just to be clear, our child can set themself on fire, is dating their captain, Doffy almost killed them and would have if it came to it." Crocodile says.

"And they can sky walk." Jinbei nods proudly. Boa screams in delight and swings Sanji around more as they screams in another language and just losing it at his crew but Luffy blanks out.

"Sanji. Family meeting. Buggy, entertain them." Mihawk demands.

"Why me? Are you taking those things?" Buggy screams gesturing at the seraphim.

"No." And all the parents leave and Sanji is being carried by Boa as he's still yelling.

After the meeting Doffy, Crocodile, and Jinbei agree it's not worth trying to give Luffy a shovel talk. Boa and Mihawk on the other hand are going to give their child's captain a deep, deep, shovel talk. Also everyone is asking about the fire and Boa and Crocodile are picking apart his outfit which Boa and Sanji say Croc doesn't really have a leg to stand on there.

When they filter out of the tent where said family meeting took place they see Buggy and some of his crew members doing circus acts for the Strawhats and Seraphim. Luffy immediately rockets to Sanji and saying he's hungry and Sanji nods and invites everyone to the Sunny for dinner.

"Wait, so did you know Sanji before us?" Usopp asks Robin.

"No, I had heard of them but by the time I joined Sanji was already working at Baratie." Robin answers.

"How come you never told me the cook was your kid?" Zoro asks Mihawk.

"Because that would include explaining this convoluted mess and Sanji would have told you if they wanted to." Mihawk answers. "Strawhat found out at Marineford."

"What'd I find out?" Luffy asks.

"That we are Sanji's parents. Although there was quite a lot going on so I don't blame you for forgetting." Jinbei says with a pat to Luffy's shoulder.

"How did five warlords even end up with a kid?" Franky asks.

"Mihawk got me and Zeff off the rock and I went with him. Didn't want to leave me alone on Kuriagana so I went with him to meetings." Sanji shrugs. "The first few times I went with the others was because he had a job and then I just started getting passed around."

"You were so tiny back then!" Boa wails as she grabs Sanji and holds them close. Franky sets up the barbeque outdoor counters and Sanji frees themself and mutters the whole way to the galley to start gathering ingredients and supplies. Boa saddles up next to Luffy and starts to try the shovel talk but then she watches Sanji start chopping and slicing as the grill heats and just watches Luffy watch Sanji with the softest eyes. So instead she thanks him for getting Sanji back from Germa.

"Well yeah, he's my cook." Luffy says like it's obvious and suddenly to Boa it is.

Mihawk tries when Sanji drags Zoro to go do dishes with him saying it shouldn't take too long. Luffy is playing with the Seraphim who seem interested but confused. Luffy doesn't have a lot patience but he does have a lot of perseverance so he takes to teaching these things easily. Mihawk simply nods at Luffy who smiles widely at him.

When Sanji comes back out Nami wraps an arm around them and with a devilish grin.

"So how many drinks do I have to give out before I start to hear embarrassing stories?" Nami asks sweetly.

"Please don't." Sanji says.

"One time I took Perona and Baby 5 to Baratie and Sanji almost died five times!" Doffy calls from where he's perched next to Crocodile.

"Perona knew!?" Zoro yells.

"Yes, but she would only go to Kuriagana. I spent a lot of time painting nails." Mihawk drawls.

"Oh, I forgot to mention on our previous phone call but Sanji did kick Saint Jupiter." Jinbei nods proudly.

Mihawk pinches the bridge of his nose and groans as Doffy laughs. Boa is once again swinging Sanji around, Crocodile nods his approval at their child. Sanji is then pulled to their captain as the parents tell about Sanji's childhood. Boa coming through with photos she had marines take at warlord meetings of Sanji and their parents doing their absolute best or worst depending on the photo.

[celestialsun888]

Good ol’ Boy.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: Filthy Smut! [+18 MDNI]

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Ghost pushes you just enough to see if you have it in you to top him.

★ TW: Bottom!Simon/ Top!Reader, heavy teasing, Simon being a little shit, size kink (ofc ofc), vulgar language, slight angst if you use binoculars, public sex, knife play, slight overstimulation, face sitting/riding (f!receiving), *slight* voyeurism, established relationship (more like fwb), he calls you mommy like once, (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I had to bc the switch in me said so. Also: who doesn’t wanna hear him whimper? ;3 Also also, idk shit about MW2/ the military and all that, I am just hyper fixated on this man so if something isn't accurate pls spare me lol. This also isn't super proofread so if there are mistakes, shhh.

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Simon always had a way of getting under your skin. Knowing all the right buttons to push and saying all the right words that provoked you. 

You and Simon had been seeing each other casually a short while after you joined task force 141. He showed little restraint in making teasing passes at you during training, making the other members catch on quickly to you and the Lieutenants relationship. Soap even questioned you about it often, shelling out jokes he knew he couldn’t make around Ghost. 

You hated how Ghost just knew you so well, how observant he was. One small change and he knew it. 

“What’s with you today?” His husky voice questioned, taking off his gear and throwing it onto his bed. The room was small and cramped allowing little space for separation from his words. Thankful for a short break from training that allowed for little free time. His eyes followed your figure as you stripped yourself of your gear as well. Observing you intently. 

“Nothing.” You huffed. You remained focused on the floor, the walls. Anything but him. 

He hesitated from undressing, watching your demeanor stiffen as you felt his sharp gaze cut into your back. You didn't have to look at him to know, his presence was suffocating on its own. You knew when he watched you. The strangely gentle noise of his footsteps inched along the wooden floor, creaking with every step. Each step closer made you nervous to continue undressing, you kept your back to him avoiding any kind of contact. Rough, firm hands positioned themselves on your shoulder, gently tracing down to your wrists. He always managed to make you feel engulfed by him, his size taunting you. His chest was to your back as you felt his hot breath on the nape of your neck. The body heat and sweat that radiated off of him seeped into you, reiterating his stark presence. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing?” The movement of his lips now grazing gently along the side of your neck sending chills that formed along your skin. You could tell he was trying his best to get it out of you and hoping to get lucky that it leads to more. He always starts with being gentle and kind until you give the signal that you want him in the worst possible ways. Everyone knew he was kinder to you, but they assumed it was only because he fucked you and he didn’t want to lose his precious toy in such desperate times. Even if it was true, you knew he had a sweet spot for you though he often tried to hide it.

That's how it went with Simon: Build you up, wash you in sweet divine praises, suffocate you with tension till you're needy for him, eventually forcing you to seek release with him as he makes you see heaven. But you hated how he always acted so… dominant. You wanted him needy, him to beg and whimper for you, though you would never say it. He always told you he enjoyed you playing the ‘innocent’ good girl for him, so you devotedly agreed. I mean what would he think? Would he laugh at you for being so little in comparison to him, not even able to possess a fraction of the strength he has, and wanting to…top him? The thought dissipated as he nestled his nose into your neck, his stubbly chin itching along your delicate skin. You shook him off trying to escape his rather sweet advances. He shifted his posture and stood with an offended acknowledgement. 

“The fuck is with you?” He threatens.

“Why do you tease me like that?” You say referring to his taunts earlier that day. You tried bubbling up any self respect you had. “Like–like,” you stutter, “like I'm just so much weaker than you. I am very capable, Simon.” 

His eyes followed you as you gave distance between you two, narrowing in on every word you spoke to him. Your tone sounds harsh and more aggressive. He let you go on, intrigued by your forwardness.

“You treat me like all I am to you is your submissive little doll that just does whatever you say. That you can just tease me and humiliate me for your own sick pleasure.” you protested. His eyes serve a glint of understanding before growing dark again. He knew what you were saying without even having to say it. 

“That's what you're good at,” he mockingly justifies before turning his back to you. The silence of his argument settles into the heavy room, suppressing any ounce of rebuttal.  

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Training seemed harder later that day. Simon refused to even look at you, no more teasing or taunting. Perhaps the little dispute you two had earlier irked him more than you thought. Or maybe he was just being respectful of what you expressed to him: that you no longer wanted him to tease you in such a way that made you feel submissive. 

Your thoughts raced, unfocused on the directions Price was giving out to your team for the drill.

“Ghost. Y/N. You will be our snipers.” You jolted back to the present where you watched Ghosts' empty eyes devour you. Fucking great, we are partnered together. Even though nine times out of ten you were partners, you had hoped this was the one time you weren’t. As everyone splits off into their designated pairings preparing for the training drill, Ghost approaches you.

Your breath hitched as you tried to remain calm. 

“Lucky me huh?” He scoffed. You followed his lead as he continued to walk past letting the snarky comment trail behind him. Ghosts broad back tapered down into his waist, his hips swayed slightly as his barbaric walk guided you to the lookout. 

Conversation lacked while you sat with him, occasionally staring down the scope to see if anything was happening. You felt the urge to say something, to mutter some sort of apology for snapping on him earlier, but he was quick to beat you to it. 

“Where the hell did that come from? Your little outburst earlier?” He asked forwardly. 

“I–I just—” you struggled to be transparent.

“What, you wanna top me or something, sweetheart?” his eyes never breaking away from the field he was surveying, your hands felt itchy from the confrontation. Your face flushing with heat trying your best to not make it obvious. He was so blunt, did he really know you that well?

“Would you let me?” you ask sickeningly innocent. He silently chuckled under his mask, not giving you the satisfaction of seeing his shit eating grin. 

“You can't even tell me you wanna make me your bitch, how could I take you seriously, princess?” he baited. He always called you that when you were under him, taking every inch of him. He worshiped you with that name. A name that solidified your submission to him. 

“If you can't handle it just say that,” you retort back. “I mean, it seems like you're the bitch considering you are afraid to let a little ol’ girl like me top you.” Your eyes now fixed on the field as well, letting whatever floats to your mind out due to irritation. He looks up from his scope and mutters a string of obscenities. 

“You wouldn’t be able to, angel. It's just me being honest. You're only good for taking it….” he leaned his head back down to his scope, “...if you want to top me, then do it.” 

As his words lingered in the air for you to ponder, Soap's voice came over the comms. 

“Taking a quick break LT, we will let you know when we resume.” Ghost relays understanding though his walkie and sits up to lean on a large rock behind him. You mimic him. A few moments of silence passed. 

“Hm,” he chuckled lightly to himself, “surprised I still haven’t been taken advantage of. Must not want it that bad yeah?” He jokes, manspreading and rutting up his hips to adjust into a more comfortable position. You fidget with the knife in your hand out of boredom and a slight distraction from the tension.

“Honestly, it doesn't even make sense–you trying to dominate me.” Anger flushed in your stomach. “You're tiny, you know. You don't hold much weight against me,” before finishing his demeaning thought you swiftly meet your knife to his neck, partly covered by his skull balaclava. His eyes lighting up with passion and intrigue. 

“Shut the fuck up, Riley,” you protest. He didn’t move or utter a word, his seated position staying the same, possibly shocked at your defense, or maybe just wanting to see where it goes. Maybe you did have it in you, it just took a bit of provoking. You made your way on top of him, knife still to his throat, as you did your best to stretch your legs over his wide frame. He sat there, a smirk outlined through his mask, eye contact never breaking. You traced your knife up to his chin, catching the fabric with it, exposing his stubbly neck and jaw. Your free hand resting on his upper thigh, close enough to his crotch to make him squirm. 

“I can make you my bitch no matter what size I am, Simon.” His eyes now inflamed with excitement. The knife to his neck, the vulgar words. You calling him your bitch for a change. You inch the blade up ever so slightly hearing the scratch of his stubble. You could feel his bulge through his pants as you leaned into him more, “I'll make you a good ol’ boy for me.” 

His chest rose and fell deeply, the erection growing in his pants. “Please me good, Riley, and I’ll make you feel the closest to heaven you will ever get.” Hands tracing over your waist he grabs you, hoisting you up to center your hips in front of his face as he remains seated against the rock. Unzipping your pants, your delicate panties show, his gloved fingers moving to massage your clit not yet removing the delicate fabric to reveal your dripping cunt. 

“Lift up your mask, show me your pretty mouth Lieutenant” you demand. He is devotedly obedient to your request. His balaclava rests on the bridge of his nose, his eyes waiting for your next demand. 

“Open.”

You slide your panties off to the side, exposing your dripping essence to him and anyone who could potentially look up and see you. Slowly, you start to grind against his wet tongue, lapping up any bit of excitement that came from you. Soft goans vibrated against you as he became more rough with his mouth, sucking your sensitive clit only to stick his thick tongue back into your core. Lapping circles around your pussy. 

“Don’t stop until I cum. That’s your only purpose, do you understand?” His needy moans expressing his devout service. You inched closer to your climax as you started to grind harder against his face, your puffy clit hitting his nose, offering added pleasure. The sloppy strokes of his tongue became erratic as the knot in your stomach tightened fully, arousal dripping down his jaw and neck. The lewd noises of his moans into you made you weak, causing your high to be intense. Your body shuddered as you came, breath hitching as his hands held you on his mouth, sucking your sweet lips through your climax. As you pulled off of him his eyes were wild with desire, the idea of you forcing him to please you showed through his tented pants. His bulge pulsated, twitching within the fabric that wore a wet stain that pooled next to it. His cock was already leaking, just from eating you out. Did he…cum?

“Fuck,” he exclaimed shakily, hand reaching down to obscure your sight of his premature ejaculation. He really enjoys being submissive huh?

“Did you cum?” you inquired. Nervous laughter escaped his lips. You parted his hand away from his pants getting a better look, eyes darting up to meet his. 

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. I didn’t say cum while you please me now did I?” Disappointment lacing your tone. “Do you know what disobedient boys get when they dont listen?” The sarcastic tone in your voice alluding to a rhetorical question. You wind your hand up following through to meet Simon's reddened cheek. A loud smack echoing through the air. 

“Punishments.” 

You unzip his pants exposing his thick length, still twitching. Cum dripped down his warm shaft as some of his essence still leaked from his slit. You cooed at him, expressing pity for his lack of self control. 

“Ah~” he moaned weakly, still sensitive, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t–” His pleas were cut off by another ridgid slap. You could see his compliance in his glassy eyes. 

“Look at you, a mess. Pleading for my forgiveness, can't even control yourself when pleasing me. Looks like you get off on being my bitch, huh?” you hissed at him, unrelenting. “Since you want to indulge in pleasure, you're gonna have to beg me to cum. And maybe, if I’m feeling nice, I'll let you.” His chest heaved.

You grabbed his already sensitive cock and teased it, watching him hiss as he accepted his fate. You worked your hands up and down his shaft, feeling it stiffen. You hold out your hand signaling him to spit in it. He obeys. Lewd, wet noises exude from you both as he fingers your pussy through your underwear while you stroke his length quickly. His whimpers and whines encourage you to continue your salacious advances. His whimpers start to elicit needy cries, rutting and bucking his hips more into your hand. His fingers quickly move in and out of your sopping cunt causing his mind to race, drawing swears from his lips. His balls feeling heavier, his incessant whines becoming more convoluted. He was close. 

“Do you wanna come for me?” you insist. “Then let every little whimper and beg fall from your lips Simon. Tell me how bad you want this.” His head shoots back, submissively exclaiming fucked out phrases, seaching for pleas and begs that satisfy you.

“Fuck, please–mmph– please let me cum.” His words dripping with euphoria and depravity. “Let me fucking cum, I’ll be good for you, so good. I’ll be your good fucking boy mommy.” With one firm stroke meeting with his bucking hips he grasps for the dirt around him as thick spurts of cum shoot out of his reddened cock. Ropes of cum spill over your hand, making a mess of his unzipped pants. Making a mess of himself. Convulsing within your tight grip his eyes clamp shut. Tears welling up in the corners, so close to spilling out. His intense climax halts his breathing as he falls from his heightened state. Tip extremely sensitive, swollen from his release. Your hand pauses before gently rubbing your thumb over his slit. He hisses from the touch, followed by a deep sigh. 

“Aw, good boy Simon,” you praise. His vision is still trying to focus. Shock sets in as he realizes his enjoyment of your treatment. 

“Fuck, princess,” He teases, trying to regain some form of control. You shoot him a playfully annoyed look. 

The comms come on as his walkie sits in the dirt inches away from the two of you. Soaps' voice echos over the call, “Are we ready to continue?,” a slight pause of dead air, “By the way, never thought I’d hear the day LT begged like that.” 

Ghost pulled his balaclava over his embarrassed expression and grabbed the walkie. 

“The only begging you’ll have to worry about is begging me not to kill you after all this is over.”

[audhd-nightwing]

stranger things autism squad hcs

- the squad consists of jonathan, eddie, robin, steve (and will but i’ll talk abt him with the rest of the party’s hcs)

the rest of them are also neurodivergent, mainly adhd or anxiety and obviously they all have ptsd

- eddie robin and steve also have adhd (and steve has dyslexia)

- steve and jonathan tend to get overstimulated by the same things, same with eddie and robin

- eddie and jonathan have music playing 24/7 so their thoughts don’t get too loud

- steve is hyper-empathetic to the ppl around him and tends to mimic stims and tics from the others

a lot of times robin and steve end up mimicking the same stuff back at each other until one of them gets distracted (which is usually pretty fast)

- jonathan is touch averse, can only handle being touched by family/very close friends

- steve is touch starved and finds physical affection grounding (and eddie and robin are happy to oblige bc they do too)

- steve has a super high pain tolerance

- eddie does not understand the concept of personal space

- steve has excellent hand-eye coordination (basketball!) but that’s about it, he’s almost as clumsy as robin most days

- eddie has lived off of solely spaghettio’s and chicken nuggets for 19 years

- jonathan can’t drink any beverage other than water

- the only food steve knows how to make is his and robins comfort foods (his is mac and cheese, robin’s is pancakes)

- the four of them are completely clueless when people try to subtly hint or imply things to them. they will not get it unless it is explicitly stated

- steve and eddie have a good sense of direction but mess up left and right, jonathan and robin are the opposite, they get lost constantly but make fun of steve and eddie for having to do the L thing (iykyk) to figure out left/right

- eddie ends up chewing on paper a lot and has accidentally swallowed a bunch

- eddie and steve are incapable of doing homework and are terrible test-takers

- steve and robin are perfectionists but in different ways. steve will start organizing peoples rooms subconsciously and has a bunch of random little rules for himself (tie left shoe first, check locks three times, etc.) robin is a perfectionist about her grades/band/how she looks/etc.

- jonathan and steve hate making eye contact, eddie makes too much eye contact and robin doesn’t even look up from her book when people talk to her

- eddie and robin accidentally eavesdrop a lot but end up getting a bunch of town gossip and tell steve about it. they’re all really invested in mr. clarke’s love life

- eddie and jonathan have synesthesia

- jonathan has a lack of facial expressions while eddie and robin over-exaggerate theirs. steve masks the most so he has “normal” facial expressions

- steve has trouble expressing himself a lot of the time, he’ll usually ask robin for certain words to describe things and bc she loves big words and vocabulary she always has one

- robin is a terrible liar and steve finds it hilarious

- they all tend to recharge on their own after a lot of socializing, or they all go to steve’s and just like. exist together

- steve keeps a very strict schedule and gets really anxious/upset when it’s messed up

- robin and eddie tend to overshare

- jonathan and steve talk pretty monotone (jonathan more so) while robin and eddie talk in super energetic or dramatic tones (they’re both former theatre kids i can feel it in my bones)

- steve has auditory processing issues, often asks people to repeat what they said (overtime he also starts to lose his hearing so he ends up learning to read lips)

- when they’re anxious robin and eddie usually go hyperverbal, while steve and jonathan tend to go nonverbal

- steve and eddie have echolalia and both used to get super frustrated with themselves before they met and were like “oh im not the only one thank fuck”

- jonathan and robin have photographic memories, steve and eddie have trouble remembering what they had for breakfast

- robin is pretty blunt but steve appreciates it because she gets straight to the point and calls him out if he does something stupid (aka smth King Steve would do)

- steve’s main mask is, obviously, king steve. his parents didn’t like the way he acted when he was younger, they wanted a “normal” child. so they trained him to be one. he still falls back into old habits some days but robin or eddie snap him out of it and comfort him after

- steve and robin mask the most, but steve does wayyy more than all of them combined. robins parents are autistic so she only really masks around people in public

she does around steve until they get closer and she feels comfortable enough to unmask (though she doesn’t really know why,,) and steve notices and is like “…you can… take it off?” and robin realizes oh he’s like me

- joyce is an amazing mother and jonathan only ever felt the need to mask around lonnie. once he leaves (aka joyce kicks him out with hopper’s help) will and jonathan rarely mask at home unless they’re really anxious or upset

- eddie masked most of his childhood. when he grows up he masks around his dad, but not anyone else. he thought if anyone hated him they could go fuck themselves. wayne is also autistic so they never feel the need to mask around each other. he still doesn’t give a shit what other people think of him (and tries to help the others feel that way too)

their special interests:

- jonathan’s is photography

- eddie’s are dnd and metal music

- robins are cryptography and linguistics

- steve’s are hair care and marvel comics

steve infodumps to dustin and robin about them but doesn’t tell anyone else (besides will) because it’s “nerdy” lmao. and yes when eddie finds out he falls even harder for him

[heliads]

Sunbeam

You and Peter Maximoff have been best friends since forever, as evident by the nickname he won't stop calling you. It's a shame, then, that you might be feeling something a little stronger than just friendship.

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a/n: this has been in my drafts since november bc i have been afraid to post anything that wasn't a request but Too Bad For You! i am now uncontrollable by man or beast so you get the fic anyway :)

Your footsteps echo through the halls of Xavier’s school. You skid around corners, not exactly running but certainly moving faster than a mere walk. The bell will ring in just a few seconds, and you’re still not at the training room. You manage to slip inside the door moments before class starts, and quickly make your way to the back of the crowd of students before the instructor can notice that you were almost late.

You think you’ve managed to avoid getting called out for your near miss, but as you disappear into the group of mutants flung to the far corners of the room, you hear a voice behind you. 

“You took your time getting here, huh, sunbeam?” 

You groan, but can’t hide a smile. “Do you always have to call me that?”

Peter Maximoff is grinning at you when you turn around. “Obviously. It fits, doesn’t it?” 

You roll your eyes. “Just because my mutation has to do with creating light doesn’t mean you have to use the nickname.” 

Peter shrugs. “Come up with a better one, and I’ll use it. I happen to like sunbeam a lot.” 

You reach over to shove him on the shoulder, but Peter, as always, manages to move a little faster than you and dodges it just in time.

“Of course you like it, you’re not the one being called sunbeam all the time. You do know no one else calls me that but you, right?” You counter.

Peter snorts. “Yeah, because I’m the one who created it.” 

You add one last bit under your breath, but he still hears you. “Because it’s a terrible nickname?” 

Peter gives you a look. “Because it’s a great nickname, and they’re simply jealous of my insanely good nickname-creating abilities.”

You’re about to challenge this, but another one of your friends breezes into a spot in between the two of you. “Quit flirting, you two, we’re about to start class.” 

You and Peter both make faces at Jean Grey at the exact same time. 

“Jean, just because you’re dating the least romantic person on the planet doesn’t mean everyone else flirts by just talking to each other.” Peter says, and Jean rolls her eyes.

“Oh, shut it, Peter. I hope today’s a combat lesson, because I kind of want to punch you in the face.” 

You laugh at that. “We all want to punch Peter, that’s just normal.”

Peter narrows his eyes at you, and crosses around Jean to wind up next to you in the span of half a second. “Is that true, Y/N? You’d punch your friend?”

You make a face at him. “Gladly. You’d deserve it, too.” 

Peter holds his serious face for a second longer, then loses it in a laugh. He’s never been able to stay upset around you for more than a little while. It’s the same with you. That’s why the two of you are friends, actually. When you get on everyone else’s nerves when you never stop making jokes, you go find the one other person who’s exactly like you– Peter.

True to Jean’s wishes, today is indeed a combat class, although you’re just doing drills. You and Peter partner up automatically, and join the other students in lining up in orderly rows throughout the training room. The Professor has been insistent that everyone should know how to defend themselves if necessary, although you are allowed to use your powers to improve your chances at winning.

Peter aims a lightning-fast punch at your head, stopping just shy of hitting you. You don’t flinch; you never do. Sometimes, you think that’s a sign that you should probably practice combat with someone other than Peter, because you’ve never been able to get it into your head to actually fear him hurting you. All the same, you can’t quite convince yourself to pick anyone else. Maybe Jean was right about the flirting comment after all, although you’d never admit it to her face.

It’s your turn to go now, and you flash a bright beam of light at Peter’s face. This causes him to blink slightly, dazed, and in that time you’re able to lunge forward and aim a kick at his chest. Unlike most of your other opponents, Peter is able to recover in barely any time at all, and one of his hands flies up to catch your foot just before it connects with his chest. You’re expecting this, though, and your second attack hits him in the shoulder.

Peter grimaces slightly, shaking it off. “Nice one, sunbeam.” He grins at your exasperated look. “And no, I’m not giving that up anytime soon.” 

The two of you continue with the drills, exchanging sarcastic comments all the while. Despite all the times you’ve complained about the nickname, he’s still the only one you allow to use it. Read into that as you will, but you prefer to not think about it all. 

The more you think about it, the more you realize that you might want something more from Peter Maximoff than just friendship. And, seeing as Peter moves on faster from anything than anyone you’ve ever met, you can’t afford to lose him. Especially not if you scare him off by wanting more than he can offer. So, you keep your silence, and pretend you don’t want to smile as brightly as the light from your mutation whenever you hear his favorite nickname for you.

You and Peter walk through the school together after class, specifically choosing a path where you come across the fewest number of people possible. There is no thundering noise like the sound that echoes through the halls of a school for mutants, and simultaneously, no silence like the quiet of finding a moment alone. 

Peter pushes open the doors that lead outside to the ground, and you let your eyes flicker shut happily as the fresh air washes over you. In a way, you think your powers are somewhat connected to the actual sun– the more time you spend in its gaze, the better.

When you open your eyes, you notice that Peter isn’t paying attention to the rolling hills, but looking at you instead. He’s wearing this soft sort of smile that you don’t usually see on him. He’s traded in his usual self-assured smirk for contemplative happiness, as easy as changing clothes. You let yourself look back at him for a moment too long, and you swear you could let it go on forever.

But you’ve got places to be, things to see. You and Peter aren’t just wandering aimlessly, you’re both walking to Xavier’s office to hear something about an upcoming mission. You’ve been hearing snatches of rumors about this assignment for a while now, but nothing’s set in stone yet. You know that it involves the entire team of X-Men, so it must be important, but the rest will be revealed later.

Jean is already in the Professor’s office when you get there, and Scott, Storm, and Kurt show up soon enough. Once you’ve all gathered together, Xavier begins to talk. There’s a gathering of young mutants happening in a building near the school. It’s a way for children who have just gained mutations to figure out what to do next, a stepping off place of sorts for them to leave their normal lives behind and learn how to live with their powers. This sort of thing has started happening a lot recently; it’s how you learned about Xavier’s school in the first place, actually.

The only problem is that the Professor has heard rumors of a planned attack on the conference. That’s why he’s sending all of you, so you can act as guards and make sure the younger mutants will be alright. After about half an hour of discussion, you’re ready to go. Xavier only just heard about the attack, so you’ll be shipping out in an hour or so. Not a lot of time to prepare, certainly, but that’s just life as one of the X-Men. Constant battles are nothing new.

The X-Jet touches down in a quieter part of town about two hours later. You, Peter, Jean, and the rest file out quietly, with the Professor giving you directions over a headset. Due to the volatile nature of this mission, and the fact that an attack could come at any second, you all collectively decided that it would be best if Xavier remained on the plane. Although he is certainly a powerful mutant, none of you can afford him getting injured or taken out in the fight.

You find the building soon enough. It’s a tall office building, with many stories of glass windows and concrete and steel walls. You and the rest of the X-Men exchange glances, then head inside. You meet with the event organizers soon enough, who seem grateful to have you. It must be terrifying, knowing that the attack is coming but going through with the conference anyway.

The X-Men spread out to different corners and floors of the building, all of you on high alert. Peter’s on the floor below you, although you walk together until you reach the stairwell. 

He turns to you one last time before disappearing through the doors, tossing you a familiar half-smile like this is just another day of training. “See you later, sunbeam. Try not to get killed.” 

You manage a smile in return. “You too, Peter.” 

Then he’s gone, and you’re left to stare at the closing door. You have no idea how deadly this attack will be, if it will even happen at all. All you can do is watch, wait, and hope that all of your friends will be alright. You pace back and forth, making sure nothing out of the ordinary happens.

After a moment, you see it. A few dark, armored trucks are pulling into the parking lot, even though the event started at least an hour ago and the new arrivals have essentially stopped. Everyone who’s supposed to be here has already shown up, and anyone who’s arriving– well, you don’t know who they could be. You drift closer to a row of windows, and stare at the men starting to pour out of the trucks.

Instantly, you’re reaching for your earpiece. “Guys, I think I have eyes on the attackers. Armored trucks, east side of the building in the parking lot. There’s a lot of them.” 

A moment later, Jean's voice crackles into being. “I see them. I think there’s around three dozen. Get the kids out now.”

You fling yourself into action, shouting for the organizers to round up the mutant kids and get them out of there. You help carry the kids who are too young to run as fast as they need to, and make sure everyone gets out. You’re too high up to risk the elevators, as those are likely one of the first targets of the attackers, so you direct everyone towards the stairs.

You look around you, but you think everyone is out of your floor. You radio this into your earpiece, and after a few minutes, you hear confirmation from Storm and Scott that they’ve done the same. Peter’s already making trips to get people out as fast as he can (which, incidentally, is very, very fast), and Kurt is starting to teleport people who can’t get out as easily. Jean is heading towards the parking lot to slow down the attackers, so you start to do the same.

A few moments later, your feet hit the asphalt as you run through the front doors. You fling up wide beams of light to blind your opponents, making it easy to take them down before they even see you. Light appears in your hands like daggers, slicing through weapons and dismantling enemy technology before it can be used.

Jean runs up beside you, breathing hard. “These guys are done for. I’ve taken down one of the other trucks, too. I think we’re done.” 

You start to nod, then frown. “Wait, did you get the third truck of soldiers?” 

Jean’s face falls. “What do you mean, third truck? I thought there were only two.” 

You shake your head frantically. “No, I saw three. We have to find them now, before it’s too late.”

Jean starts to cast around with her powers, searching for the remaining guards. After a moment, her face contorts with horror. “It’s too late.”

 A half second later, you hear a massive explosion. Behind you, smoke and fire issues from the building, but you can’t see anything that’s happening, because the blast from the building knocks you back into the ground and you can’t feel anything at all.

You don’t know how long you were unconscious, but when you wake, ears ringing, you can’t seem to keep track of anything at all. 

You stagger to your feet. “Jean. Jean!” 

Your friend materializes out of the heavy, dark smoke that seems to choke out everything nearby. “I’m here. Guys, radio in if you’re safe. Y/N’s with me.” 

You hear a voice spark to life over your earpiece. “This is Scott, I’m safe. I’ve got eyes on Storm, and she’s fine.” 

Storm confirms this, and Kurt teleports to your side to prove that he’s alright.

You’re still missing someone. “Peter, you alright?” 

There’s no answer, not even a crackle of static. You try again. “Peter, come in.” 

Nothing. There’s a heavy sort of horror that’s starting to lodge itself in your throat, one that you can’t seem to claw out. 

“Peter!” 

Silence. Jean’s staring at you, and starting to say something, but you can’t seem to concentrate. Why can’t you hear him? 

“Have any of you seen Peter?”

Beside you, Kurt is starting to shake his head. “Last time I saw him was before the blast. He was heading inside to find more people.” 

You swallow hard. “He was still in there?” 

Kurt can’t meet your eyes. “I think so.” 

You stumble slightly, suddenly dizzy. Jean reaches out an arm. “Y/N, wait a minute. You don’t know what’s happened.”

You brush her arm off. “That’s the problem. I’m going in.” 

Jean starts to stop you, but she freezes in her tracks when she sees the look on your face. “I have to find him, Jean.” 

She looks like she wants to say something else, but at last she nods. “Stay safe.” 

You don’t have time to confirm this, because you’re already off and running through the rubble of the parking lot.

As you draw closer to the building, you feel your footsteps slow in shock. This building had been tall, maybe eight stories, but now? Try four. Three, if you don’t count the ruin of the final level. It’s a mess of ash and dust, and all you can think about is that Peter is somewhere in there. You had been on floor four, and Peter had been one below you, so he’s somewhere in three.

You push through the doors, and they fall apart at your slightest touch. You cough at the dust that hangs through the air like a second atmosphere, and make your way to the stairwell. You stumble and slip, barely able to see a thing, but still you go. The stairs are blocked at the third floor, so you run down to the second floor again and try to find another way up. You have to resort to climbing up onto the ruin of what had once been a conference table to punch a whole through the cracked and broken ceiling to make your way up.

You pull yourself through to the third floor, shaking and covered in dust and ash. Your voice is hoarse, and your lungs can barely work through their layers of smog, but you call out nonetheless. 

“Peter. Peter, can you hear me?” You can’t hear anything. “Peter!” 

You wander through wreck after wreck of hallways and rooms, shouting all the while.

The more space you cover, the more you start to panic. This floor is barely a floor at all, more just utter devastation. There is rubble everywhere from the collapse of the other stories, and Peter could be buried under any of these piles of concrete and cement. You shout again, then double over, coughing. Dust hangs suspended in the air, so thick you can practically draw a finger through it.

It is now, when you just manage to get your breath back, that you hear something. It’s quiet, barely a shift in the rubble, but it’s enough. You move towards it, walking at first and then running when you hear it again. The sound comes from a pile of debris in the corner of a room. You start to pull away chunks of concrete, ignoring the cuts opening up on your hands. At last, you see something that makes a sob rise up in your throat.

There’s a hand lying there in the rubble, badly scored by ash and blood. You frantically clear rocks away from it, and after a moment, you see him. Peter lies in front of you, so still that you nearly scream. When he moves slightly, barely even a rise and fall of his chest, you want to cry. You crumple to the ground next to him, hands reaching for him even as you feel the need to pull away.

“Peter.” 

The word is barely a whisper, more like a hope. The impossible happens, though, and Peter starts to stir. He speaks, and his voice is a cracked, broken version of his usual confidence, but it’s him. 

“Hey, sunbeam.” 

You let out this half-laugh, half-sob sound, and fling your arms around his shoulders. After a moment, he raises his arms to embrace you back.

“I thought you weren’t coming back. Don’t ever do that again.” 

When you lean back, you can’t seem to keep your eyes from tracing his face, again and again. 

Peter chuckles. “Not planning on it, trust me. I knew you’d find me, though.” 

You frown. “Why’s that?” 

Peter straightens up, propping himself up on his elbows. “Because I know you, sunbeam. I don’t need anything else.”

Everything else falls away when he says this. You stare at him, face painted with ash, and then you lean forward and kiss him. You can taste the sharp tang of dust on his lips, the crack of it against your mouth. There’s a certain fragility to it, like you’re afraid to move too fast and hurt him, but when Peter kisses you back, he’s more sure than you’ve ever seen him.

He laughs quietly against your lips. “If this is what I get when I nearly get injured, I think I’ll have to do this more often.” 

You want to yell at him and laugh at the same time, so you settle for kissing him again. It produces the desired result, anyways, which is to both shut him up and satisfy the roar in your chest. You’ve got him back. Peter is here. Damn the rest.

xmen tag list: @enchantedcruelsummer, @awaywiththe, @amourtentiaa, @elaineygrace, @rogueanschel, @caswinchester2000, @gods-fools-heroes

[shriekshrike]

y’know what’s really interesting about last night’s episode is that it really revealed the BIGGEST flaw that bells hells has as a party:

they don’t fucking trust each other enough. or rather, they don’t trust themselves.

sure, they have the “you can have my back, you can save my life, you can heal me and switch places with me in a fight, you can head into danger and come out just fine” trust because if they didnt, they wouldn’t have made it this far. literally.

but they’re all so fucking careful when it comes to their suspicions! chet never says anything to anyone about dusk, orym doesn’t say shit about reading chet’s and dusk’s lips, imogen doesn’t say boo about not being able to read dusk’s mind. it’s not that they don’t think the others aren’t capable, but more like “if i don’t get all my ducks in a row no one will believe me” which!! is so much. to think about.

because when it’s said like that it’s not like they don’t trust one another, it’s more like they DON’T TRUST THEMSELVES individually! which makes so much sense! ashton got betrayed by ppl they thought they knew better than anyone else in the world, FCG finds out someone they thought was dead is actually alive and never bothered to get them back and they’re also fucking glitching more and more often and he finds out not only did dancer not make them but also they are MUCH MUCH older than anything or anyone else they’ve ever met (pre divergence BABY aeor is for LOVERS nd robits), imogen was a hermit in her own fucking home bc no one wanted to be around the girl who could get into your head (not like she had a choice sometimes) and she doesn’t trust herself not to somehow cross lines with people whether that be on accident or on purpose, laudna licherally spent 30 years post-death being ousted from town to town because people found her a freak and a witch and has a DEAD NECROMANCER WHO KILLED HER IN HER HEAD, fearne is slowly coming to realization that her parents maybe weren’t sending her post cards all those years and that her life really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and her memory is a little fucky (that feywild shit, huh), orym still probably feels residual survivor’s guilt in being unable to protect the one person who really truly mattered to him and sees it as a failing in himself rather than just something that happened, chet is a werewolf who literally gets run out of towns because of what he is and he could literally lose control if he’s too hurt or out of it and hurt someone else (as seen w orym)

like they’re so...aware of the trust they have for one another, but because they don’t trust themselves, they never SAY SHIT bc they’re always second guessing their suspicions which is so fascinating to watch; they don’t trust themselves enough to follow their instincts to trust one another even moreso. they’ve all got like folie a deaux but it’s mass imposter syndrome instead.

and it’s not like dusk knew that abt the bells, but it worked so well in dusk’s favor bc even if it was an 11th hour realization and discovery for the pc’s who did start to get suspicious, it would have been enough time to maybe do something. but they DIDN’T and it kinda doomed them!

after this i hope they get more...confident in their own capabilities. or at least learn to trust their own guts without needing confirmation or waiting for all the chips to land. sometimes, you just gotta listen to the sirens in ur head because that’s the part of u that wants u to survive no matter what.

dusk says a lot of shit and idk how much was truth laced with the sweetness of lies you wanna hear, but they got one thing fucking right. bells hells are special. and they gotta realize it before it really lands them in hotter fucking water.

[your-turn-to-role]

is there a canon reason why percy and vex broke up? did tal or laura ever say why exactly?

not to my knowledge? they mentioned a lot about the secret wedding, but the break up was mentioned offhand in the campaign wrap-up talks machina, when they were asked if there was anything anyone did during the year off that never came up in the campaign

i will say though that in quite a few talks machinas tal and laura talk about perc'ahlia like a celebrity relationship (or specifically say "yeah we're one of those couples"), and that's a thing you tend to see fairly often with celebrities that end up in tabloids - they have a complicated life, they break up and get back together quite a bit, so i think part of it is tal and laura having fun playing that drama and letting them be those disaster celebrities

if you want my speculation on an in-canon reason though? i think the commitment freaked them out

like vex has always had issues surrounding stability, she's not had it in her life since she was a little kid, and she's just made excuses to herself her whole life that she's fine because she doesn't want stability - she just wants her brother and to keep moving and to never have to worry about putting down roots or forming emotional attachments because it hurts less that way. it's why she gets so jealous and snippy when vax starts showing interest in keyleth, and why she keeps shutting down his attempts to tell her he's moving to zephrah - she can't keep being flighty and only attached to her brother if he wants to settle down with someone else

as much as she loves percy, and they're good for each other, we know from the grey hunt trial that the idea of settling down with him scares her, because it's new, and because it means for the first time in a long time she has something to lose

percy is almost the opposite, he lost his entire family once already and he doesn't ever want to do that again. it's why he gets so vicious when scanlan leaves, because vox machina is his new family, and no one's allowed to tear that apart again (also why we get the really tentative "i know we don't always agree and i know i can be unkind, but... you know you're family, right?" to grog immediately after)

but a relationship is a whole new step, he trusts vex about as much as he does anyone, but this isn't just trusting her with his anger issues, or trusting her with his city, this is trusting her with the future, with his future, with always being around. i don't think he's confident enough to believe she loves him that much, that anyone could, and if he lets himself take that step fully, he has so much more to lose if something happens like it did last time

so it's all well and good when the relationship is new, when they're still trying things out, when it's flirty and it doesn't have to be serious if they don't want it to

even in moments where it's emotionally heavy, like percy's resurrection, it's still new and in the moment, they're not looking past what's immediately in front of them

(and even after that heavy moment, vex got nervous percy didn't like her back and decided to push it all to the back of her brain and not think about it - vax straight up told her to go chase him bc she deserved to be happy and she instead got drunk and changed the subject)

but then the fighting's over. they're not worried about their lives every day. no one died, they're both still here. and it starts to sink in with them that this isn't going anywhere. that this can be their forever, if they choose it. and that scares both of them, and when they get scared they tend to either wall themselves off or lash out, and both would cause a schism in their relationship. and then one day it turns into an argument and in the heightened emotion one of them says they should break up and the other agrees

and now they're emotionally safe, because if they cause the relationship to end on their terms it can't be pulled away from them unexpectedly

but they're not actually happy

and maybe they come to that realisation on their own, more likely they talk about it with their friends and vax and keyleth tell them they're being idiots

and then the question is what to do about it

it's possible they went slowly back into it

or, since we know their first marriage proposals were a dare, maybe they weren't even together again yet

i could see that being exactly the sort of thing they'd do if they wanted to get back together but they didn't want to be the first one to admit that they wanted to

skip the dating phase we already did that i dare you to marry me

and maybe they talk about it much later, maybe they don't

but i think by the time they got to the marriage, they'd realised they wanted this to be more than a casual thing, and it's still probably scary, but there's no one else they'd trust to get them through that fear and come out the other side

[ghostherlig]

no no let’s get you started on talking about railao breeding kink! (I meant to send that yesterday but completely forgot 🤣 please talk about railao and trans railao and t4t railao please I am so starved and desperate for them. Also, moment of silence for the lost fics, that is literally the worst feeling in the world 🫡🙏😭)

ASDKLJFHDA- railao breeding kink never leaves my brain i wish i was joking-

i really do have to write a fic about them (which technically the western au is gonna be my top priority once the collaring fic is done and they're going to be a big part of that- (and once it get bATTERIES FOR MY MOUSE AND KEYBOARD-))

also thank you, moment of silence 🫡😔

okay here's my trans railao rant bc i cant contain myself (under the cut bc it gets long and also nsfw warning- includes trans raiden, trans lao, and t4t railao)

i love love love trans raiden- i think lao brags about his everything for a reason and i think raiden knows that intimately- trans raiden whose always had a smaller chest and never felt the need to bind and just worked out to get his chest how he wanted it- raiden who has little to no shame about undressing around ppl bc he grew up in a small village and everyone knew and was fairly supportive :) lao who was ultra extra supportive and helped raiden since boyhood feel more comfortable with who he was and how he presented himself- hasldfkjasd they are so soft i love them

anyway- lao def also takes the strap when raiden feels like topping, and you bet lao makes that all about raiden- literally all the praise and affirmations for him as lao absolutely loses his mind as his boyfriend takes him apart like he gets paid to- raiden who had the biggest breeding kink and likes to get stuffed but also loves stuffing lao even more- they for sure have an ejaculating strap on just so raiden can make an absolute mess out of lao aslkdjfhasdf

trans lao had a lot more insecurities as a kid to me, wasnt necessarily afraid of telling ppl bc they would be hateful but was afraid bc he wanted to be only a man in their eyes- like he was scared they would see him differently than he really was- but raiden helped him with his self-confidence (a little too much, some might say-) and that's why lao talks big game- though often he can follow through, there's a limit to the things he's done and can be good at first try

trans lao who absolutely goads raiden into stuffing him full at every possible convenience- before training? why not- we got twenty minutes and an empty closet, no one's coming by here- it's almost five am and we have training in half an hour, that leaves them plenty of time to have raiden stuff him full and clean him up after- lao is so tempting and raiden falls for it every time, the poor man

lao also loves absolutely breaking raiden down with a strap on- whenever he has the energy to he teases raiden until he's fit to burst and then makes him wait while lao goes to grab everything they need- pillow princess raiden is so near and dear to my heart aasldfkjdf he deserves it :)

railao with one of them being trans is always fantastic but t4t railao really has my heart- t4t railao where both of them grew up and learned how to be themselves together, both kind of figuring it out and coming out at the same time, going through the awkward spots together and helping each other through it- asldkfhasdf them having that friends to lovers slow burn where it takes them like five years, three life crises, and almost the end of the world to realize that they love each other-

t4t railao where they both crave the closeness of the other so much so that it's maddening and they end up forgetting where one starts and the other ends-

any version of railao that knows where the other is in a room at all times, even blindfolded they could find each other in dead silence, i swear- railao with that soul tie bc they've spent so long together that they've become basically inseparable, literally a package deal, where one goes the other does too-

asdlfkjasdf i love railao so much i need to spend more time writing them- new year's resolution: write railao-

[player1064]

Carra fucking off to skiing and David and Gary are immediately going all ♥ ♥ ♥ come get your man back James

So for a prompt if you still do them: Everyone is sick and tired of carraville dancing around each other but being cowards to actually do anything about it, so to get things moving Becks starts dropping hints that he might make a move on Gary.

(next time they meet gary's neck is full of hickeys and carra is very smug. they are even more insufferable than before. roy is rolling his eyes so hard he is able to see his own brain)

LOVE the idea of becks also being in on a plot to get them together. and of everyone asking becks to do it for them bc they don't want to/are too scared/lazy/dumb to do it themselves

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“David,” says Scholesy.

“Scholesy,” says David.

“David, he’s driving me insane. I seriously cannot take it anymore.”

David doesn’t bother asking who ‘he’ is, or what he’s driving Scholesy insane about, because it’d be the same answer as it’s been for the past god knows how many years.

“I’m sure the two of them will figure it out eventually,” he offers sympathetically, to which Scholesy just groans in frustration.

“I’ll be long dead before that ‘appens.”

*

“Becks, I swear, they’re getting worse by the day.”

He and Keaney are sat with Wrighty at a little table in the media lounge at Wembley, watching Gary joke around with Carragher a few feet away. The two of them seem to be in their own little bubble, completely oblivious to the others around them. Their constant laughter is loud and annoying, especially since as far as David can tell neither of them is actually saying anything that funny.

It's kind of sweet, really.

“I think it’s sweet,” Wrighty says. “Don’t you remember how intense they both were as players? This is a massive improvement.”

“Yeah, but it’s driving me nuts! I mean, this is one thing, but it’s all the stupid little sighs and the – the longing looks, it’s enough to make you lose the will to live.”

In the past few months, David has had to listen to complaints about Gary and Carragher from every single one of his old friends from United, as well as some old England teammates that have worked with them at Sky or on The Overlap. They all seem to be under the impression that something needs to be done about it, that they can’t just let it run its natural course.

They also all seem to be in agreement that the person who needs to be doing something about it is David.

He wonders absently if it’s not too late to hand the ‘Gaz’s best friend’ card off to somebody else.

*

“So, Carragher.”

“What about him?”

Gary blinks at David from across the table, and if David didn’t know him so well he’d think he was being deliberately obtuse. Unfortunately, David does know him, well enough to know that he really is just that stupid.

He shoots him a Look, which has the desired effect of making Gary scowl at him, and then he says “nothin’, nothin’. Just noticed you two’ve been working together a lot lately.”

Gary shrugs. “He’s a good partner, to be fair. People like our dynamic. And he’s smart, though don’t tell ‘im I said that.”

“You spend much time with him outside of work?”

Gary squints, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Outside of work?” he asks, like it’s a completely foreign concept to him. Like there is no outside of work.

Which, it’s Gary, so for him there probably isn’t.

Maybe David needs to try a different approach.

*

The next time Gary is in London to cover a game with Sky, David shoots him a quick text asking dinner?, which Gary responds to with a thumbs up and the name of his hotel. Whether that’s because he wants to eat there or because he wants David to come pick him up he’s not sure, but either way he finds himself pulling up outside the Corinthia hotel that Friday evening, dressed in his smartest jeans and an unfussy old blazer.

He goes into the bar area, thinking he’ll order a drink and wait for Gary to come down, but Gary’s already there, sat at the bar with Carragher.

Perfect.

David meanders over to them, feeling slightly smug that he’s still enough to tear Gary’s attention away from Jamie, that Gary still gives him a glowy smile when he sees him approaching.

When he gets to them he shakes Jamie’s hand in greeting, pressing his other hand to the small of Gary’s back as he does so. Gary startles momentarily at the contact, but he quickly shakes it off and leans into the touch, beaming up at David.

“Becks!” he greets. “Me ‘n Carra were just catchin’ up while I was waitin’ for you to arrive. He’s stayin’ here this weekend, too, y’see.”

David notices that while Gary’s nattering away, Jamie’s eyes are fixed on where his hand is resting on Gary’s back, his lips pressed tightly together. David catches his eye and winks, giving him his prettiest smile.

He figures he might as well go all in, get the whole thing over and done with sooner rather than later, so he bends his head down to kiss the top of Gary’s head while he carries on chatting nonsense about tomorrow’s game.

The kiss stops Gary in his tracks, makes him blush a familiar shade of pink and then preen a bit, smiling up at David warmly.

Meanwhile, Jamie’s looking between the two of them like he’s ready to kill someone. Gary doesn’t spare him a second glance.

“Wha’d’ya fancy eating, Gaz?” David asks softly, pretending not to have noticed Jamie’s reaction.

“Whatever you like,” Gary says, just like he always does when the two of them go out to eat. “They’ve a pretty decent restaurant here, if you don’t fancy goin’ out. Otherwise, you prob’ly know the restaurants around London better’n I do, don’t you?”

*

David accidentally-on-purpose runs into him at the stadium the next day, and once again asks if he fancies going out for dinner.

“Erm,” Gary replies, reaching his hand up to rub at a dark patch on his neck. “I dunno, really, not sure if there’s anythin’ else Sky wants us for tonight, y’know?”

“Carragher can come too, if he wants,” David offers, rolling his eyes with a smirk at the way Gary instantly brightens.

“Oh!” he says, a blush rising up his cheeks, “oh, alright then! Think we’re both free, now that I think about it. I’ll just go check with ‘im and let you know.”

[poguesofthebau]

dating steve would include...

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

-hating steve (more specifically, "king steve") in high school

-only calling him “hair” when he first wound up coming with you and dustin on your mission to re-capture dart

    •steve physically cringing every time he heard you say it

    •him being lowkey scared to correct you so he asks dustin why you hate him so much

    •dustin brushing it off and continuing his rant about dart (“i don’t know, maybe because you’re famously a douchebag jock? that’s not the concern right now, steve. we let a dragon loose in hawkins!”)

-seeing him risk his life to protect your little brother and his friends made you realize oh shit, this is not the steve harrington i knew before, which quickly spirals into you falling in love with this new steve

-pining for/flirting with/lingering around each other for a while before you finally get drugged by russians together and confess your feelings

-when you officially start dating, dustin tells steve: “you’re welcome! if i hadn’t introduced you to my sister, you would’ve never gotten a girlfriend”

-an immediate friendship with robin which steve couldn't help but be a little jealous of

-being equally horrified at dustin’s “kissing is better without teeth” comment

-so much free ice cream until the mall loses its life to the flayer

-the occasional smoke session bc “it’s just marijuana, dad”

-gossiping about the kids' love lives

-the two of you giving robin advice on the girl she’s crushing on

-dustin forcing himself between you two on the couch whenever he sensed steve getting a little too close to you during movie night

-developing an unexpectedly amicable bond with nancy, who realized how much better of a person you'd helped steve become

-easing each other out of nightmares about vecna and the mind flayer and all the other horrors you've witnessed in hawkins

-the nicknames of “mom and dad” were assigned quickly and never seemed to go away

-"babe, be honest. does my hair look okay?"

-steve mentioning your brother at the most random times

•"dustin would love this shit" in the middle of a movie

•"do you think dustin's still awake?" as he's dropping you off at home, immediately after kissing you

•"hi, sweetheart. i love you, but i'm actually calling to talk to dustin" when you pick up the phone

•"should we invite the little guy or-?" when you're literally planning a date

-snagging his old letterman jacket for the hawkins high basketball games the kids dragged you along to in support of lucas

-mini golfing dates

-movie night dates, which the kids often crash

-drive-in theatre dates (to make up for the lack of privacy during movie night at home)

-one arcade date, but you agreed to never do that again when you ran into dustin and the boys and ended up having to drive half of them home

-steve trying to fistfight anyone who hit on you

-max asking you if steve was a good kisser ("um... who's asking?" "it's girl talk, y/n, get with it!")

-giving max and el relationship advice (you try to be helpful, steve tells the girls to “do themselves a favor and wait until they’re 25 to date”)

-you and steve smoking a 'welcome home' joint with jonathan and argyle when he finally got back to hawkins

-lots of surprise visits

    •you popping into family video during his shifts

    •him knocking on your front door on random afternoons/evenings

    •showing up uninvited to family dinner with his parents to save him from their scrutiny

-every once in a while, there’s one peaceful night that you get to spend snuggled up together, alone in steve’s house for the night

-dustin calling steve's house phone any time he wasn't sure where you were ("steve. did you take my sister again?")

-steve spending holidays with your family because his parents don't appreciate him half as much as they should but your mom adores him

-pet names!!!

    •princess

    •honey

    •babe

    •"pretty henderson" when dustin is there ("hey, i'm pretty too, steve!")

-his main priority is always keeping you safe

-getting into fights because he needs to protect you but you keep doing crazy shit because you need to protect dustin

-dustin slamming the door in steve's face on your behalf when he shows up to your house after a fight ("thanks, dustin, but i am going to talk to him." "what? i thought we were mad at him!")

-a picture of you in his wallet

-him making you a spiked bat to keep in your car or house or wherever, “just in case you need it and i’m not around”

-pulling all nighters together when one of you had been having a string of nightmares

-always having emergency rendezvous plans for if plan A if ever goes wrong

-going on your first road trip together to celebrate your high school graduation the year after steve's

    •plenty of backseat sex

    •stopping at all the silly, pointless tourist attractions

    •steve insists on taking a polaroid everywhere you go because "some day we can show our kids all the pictures we take!"

    •calling dustin from a payphone to update him on how things are going and all he tells you about is how bored he was without you and steve

    •getting each of the kids a souvenir from a different one of your stops

-dustin telling steve he should take the henderson name when you two tie the knot

part two

[redpenship]

i don't have anything pre-made for tails' birthday so uhhhh here's a ~2.3k flashback scene of tails being miserable in his home village that i removed from buzzsaw bc i didnt think it fit well in the narrative

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Two months before he was captured by Robotnik, Miles sat in a palm tree and plotted his revenge. 

Lately, he’d been spending a lot of time in trees. His bullies weren’t very good at climbing, so he liked to hide in them whenever they chased him. The high branches of Westside’s palm trees had become his own personal safe haven. 

“Hey!” 

Well, they were the closest thing to a safe haven someone like him could get.

He looked down. His bullies were huddled at the base of the tree, where they’d been coming up with ideas for how bring him down. The bully ringleader, Joey the Fox, was waving his arms to get his attention. 

“Are you hungry?” he shouted. A few of the other kids snickered before shushing themselves. “The dining hall is closing soon. If you don’t go now, you won’t get to eat until tomorrow!” 

Miles’ stomach growled. He tightened his grip on the branch. The other kids had come for him early in the morning, so he hadn’t been able to eat anything all day. He was starving. 

Another bully, Cherry, cupped his snout with his hands while he yelled. “Don’t listen to him, he’s lying! The dining hall won’t be open tomorrow—there’s no more food!” 

Miles’ eyes widened. “What?” 

The kids laughed, and Joey shoved Cherry to the side so he could stand in the middle of the group. “Did you ever hear about that weird human from South Island? He’s on Westside now. He just started building something right on top of where the crops used to be. The farms are gone!” 

Cherry joined in again from the side. “We’re all gonna starve to death! Woohoo!” 

The group burst out into another round of laughter. Miles couldn’t tell if what they were saying was true or not. His bullies always loved to lie, but he did remember hearing about that weird human from South Island . . .

Regardless, there was nothing he could do. They were only saying these things to trick him. If he climbed down for food, they would beat him up. If they got bored of that early, they would probably hold him down until it was too late to ask for food, anyways. It was a lose-lose situation.

The other kids kept joking around on the sand. When they realized they wouldn’t get any further responses out of Miles, they hung around and played with seashells. There was a big flat one they liked to use as a frisbee sometimes while waiting for Miles to come down. He watched them toss it back and forth, envious of their freedom. He was only allowed to play when nobody was around to see him. 

One of the bullies threw the shell too hard, causing it to snap in half when Cherry tried to catch it. He yelped in pain and let the shell fall to the ground. He held out his hands for the others to see; the sharp edge of the shell had cut right through his glove and into his skin. A red stain in the white fabric grew bigger with each passing second. 

After a minute of heated discussion, the bullies decided to head back into town to deal with Cherry’s injury. Miles was left alone in the tree. 

He could have hurried to the dining hall, but he couldn’t bring himself to move just yet. He’d never seen the bullies just leave like that. They were usually very committed to making him miserable. It was shocking. 

If they got hurt while chasing him tomorrow, would they leave again? 

Using his tails to slow his descent, Miles floated down to the sand and retrieved the broken shell pieces. Both were sharp as knives. As a test, he poked one into his arm. Its edge stung harshly.

Against his will, a plan formulated in his brain. It was a mean plan. He didn’t like it at all. 

But in the end, it wasn’t much worse than what the bullies did to him on a daily basis. And maybe, if his plan worked out right, he could convince them to leave him alone forever. 

The next morning, he woke up at dawn and snuck out of the children’s house. He moved around the others kids’ sleeping bodies carefully, being extra cautious when he passed by his bullies. The last thing he needed was for one of them to wake up because he was being too noisy.

Their taunts about food yesterday turned out to be true. When he checked the dining hall for food, there was nothing to be found. Some of the other early risers complained to him about the shortage. Apparently, no one had any idea when the shortage would end—or if it ever would. The human was doing a lot of damage very quickly, so there was no way to know if they could ever get things back to normal. 

This should have been bigger news to Miles, but he was already dead set on getting his revenge. He pushed it to the back of his mind and made his way to the beach. 

He spent an hour digging for shells in the sand. He bought back a few handfuls to his favourite palm tree, where he sat on the ground and started snapping the shells into the little pieces. Once he was done, he started to build a sand castle with the shell shards stuck inside. 

From the outside, it looked like a normal sand castle. The inside, however . . .

Each morning, his bullies made a game of looking for him. Since he had been at the beach the previous day, it took them a long time to bother checking it again . Tails wasn’t known to stay in the same place two days in a row. 

A loud cheer pulled Tails away from his castle-building. The bullies were standing on the edge of the grass, high-fiving each other and laughing now that they’d found him. After a few jokes amongst themselves, they kicked off their shoes and started running toward him on the sand. 

Steeling himself, Miles forced himself to fight the urge to run away. He grabbed fistfuls of sand to calm himself.

Like usual, Joey led the pack. He came to a stop right in front of the sand castle, a mean smile on his face. 

“This is cute,” he said. The other kids giggled. “Did you work hard on it?”

“Yes,” Miles said quietly, averting Joey’s gaze. 

“Good.” Joey stomped his right foot straight down on the castle. 

The effect was immediate. Joey cried out and fell onto his back, holding his injured foot in his hands. Before the others circled him to get a batter look, Miles caught a glimpse of the wound: three shell shards were stabbed into the spaces between Joey’s tender pads.

Already, he felt guilty. Hurting other animals wasn’t good. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried after all . . .

A pair of hands shoved him to the ground. Cherry stood over him, teeth bared in anger. “Was that on purpose?” 

Uh oh. Miles tried to scramble backwards, but another bully came beside him and grabbed his arms. He thrashed against their grip to no avail; the other bullies were older than him, so he had no hope of overcoming their strength.

 Cherry looked over his shoulder, back to where the village was hidden behind the trees. He turned back to Miles with a scowl. “Someone get his batteries.” 

“What?” Miles gasped. They weren’t supposed to know he had those! He tried to free himself again, but was too weak to escape. “No, you can’t—”

Two of the bullies parted from the group, racing back into town. Miles’ stomach swooped in fear. 

“Actually, I can,” Cherry said coldly. “You just hurt Joey. Anything we do to you now is fair game.” 

It didn’t take long for the two bullies to return with his small cloth bag of batteries. Out of everything his village received from other territories, batteries were among the rarest. Miles had taken up stealing them from shipments and storing them under his bed. No one else ever used the batteries, so they never questioned why they always disappeared after the shipment came in. The missing batteries had never been brought up as an issue during the village assemblies.

By collecting them to use for his inventions, Miles had committed a grave offence. He knew this, and the bullies certainly did, too. 

Cherry grabbed the bag. He pulled out a D battery from inside, turning it over in his hands to get a good look. “You know, if you want to hide something properly, you probably shouldn’t just shove it under your blankets. What would the adults do if they found out you’ve been hoarding these?” 

Tears stung Miles’ eyes. If he didn’t have those batteries, he would have to wait until the next shipment came in to test his machines. With that human around, they probably wouldn’t get anything for a long time. This was equivalent to the end of his world.

Cherry dropped the battery back into the bag. “How selfish. I honestly thought you were better than this, mutant,” he spat. 

Obviously, the bullies didn’t really care that Miles had been hoarding batteries. They knew that he knew this. But they also knew that revealing his stash had the potential to ruin him. 

If the adults found out that he’d been keeping things for himself, he would get into a lot of trouble. He couldn’t afford to get into trouble with the adults—they were the only animals in the village that somewhat tolerated him. Losing their goodwill would isolate him completely. 

“Maybe I’ll throw them into the ocean.” Cherry stroked his chin in thought. “Or maybe I’ll return them to the gathering building. It would only be fair.” 

Before Miles could respond, a small rock was thrown at Cherry’s backside. He stepped to the side to give Miles full view of Joey, who was still sitting on the ground. His injured paw was a caked in sand and blood. 

“You’re an idiot. Why waste them?” Joey made direct eye contact with Miles and smiled. “Have you ever heard of money, mutant?”

In books, yes. Miles hoped feigning ignorance would save him, so he shook his head in response. 

“One of the new adults taught me all about it. When you do something for someone in the human territories, they give you these weird stones that you can use for other things. Most humans use them to get food.” Joey gestured for Cherry to give him the bag. He took it and gave it a shake, listening to the batteries clink against each other inside. “Our crops are gone, so we need to forage and hunt for food just like the old days. Let’s use the batteries like money! If you forage food for all of us, we’ll give you a battery in exchange for it. Does that sound like a good deal?” 

There were around six bullies that followed Miles around a daily basis. He could barely gather enough food for himself on days they bullied him away from the dining hall—how was he supposed to get food for everyone else, too? 

The idea of this horrified him. “That isn’t fair!” he protested.

Joey shrugged. “Fine. If you won’t do it, then we’ll tell the adults about your batteries.”

Oh, no—his world was crashing for real now. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he came to terms with their ultimatum.

If he refused, he would face full rejection from the village. The adults would stop being nice to him. He would be surveilled whenever he borrowed anything from the gathering building, and confronted if he didn’t bring it back before bedtime. His bullies would have unspoken permission to harass him whenever they pleased. Whatever pity he’d received in the past would dry up completely—no one liked hoarders, and they already didn’t like Miles very much. His life would be ruined. 

If he accepted, then he would spend his days gathering food for his tormentors. It didn’t sound fun, but it at least had an expiration date. That weird human wouldn’t be ruining their farms forever, right? 

The choice was obvious. 

“I’ll do it,” he mumbled. 

“Great!” Joey waved off the bully holding him down. “Let him go. He has work to do.”

As soon as his arms were released, Miles jumped to his feet. Dread rolled through him as he considered Joey’s words.

“Now?” he asked. 

Joey gave him a quizzical look. “When else would you do it? The shortage started yesterday.” 

Cherry took the lead, walking to the edge of the beach where their shoes were stored. “Come on, mutant! I’ll keep an eye on you in the forest.” 

As he took his first step forward, the wild rush of thoughts and fears from before flatlined into mute acceptance. There was nothing he could do to escape his fate. He was stuck. 

Cherry seemed to recognize this, too. When they entered the forest, he gave Miles a light shove and laughed when he tripped over his feet. Tails caught himself on a tree and cast a glare in Cherry’s direction. 

“Don’t look so mad. This is your fault,” the older fox said. He gestured forward with his hand, telling Miles to continue walking. “If you hadn’t hurt Joey, none of this would have happened. What got into you?” 

Miles curled his hands into fists. “I thought you would leave me alone.” 

They travelled a few more metres into the forest before Cherry responded. 

“Well, that’s what happens when you threaten the balance. Never challenge anyone stronger than you—they’ll just hit back harder.” 

It would take a few more months for Miles to truly understand what he meant. By then, he would have already escaped his bullies with Sonic and been captured by Robotnik. Cherry would have already faded into the background of his increasingly chaotic life. 

Only when Robotnik deemed it time to learn about power would Miles finally remember their conversation in the forest. 

[leclerced]

okay i have two ideas for the charles AU:

either rivals with red bull driver!reader OR reserved turned driver!reader who’s teammates with charles (and they’re rivals with history). which one? i think the second one - 🐈‍⬛

ohh i love both ?? i can imagine red bull driver!reader and max being friends and max and charles being friends, but charles and reader are rivals since childhood. maybe she almost signed to ferrari her rookie year but charles joined the team and she went to redbull following daniel’s departure ?? she feels like he stole her seat in the beginning but then she gets a better one and is beating him, like its her and max finishing 1-2 at every race and he’s angry about it. maybe thinks her and max are fucking but they’re just friends and teammates! he teases max about it allll the time, would never tease reader about it because he did one time and she said “oh you think about fucking me then?” and he couldn’t stop doing just that for three days. he hadn’t before she said that in all honesty, he just saw the way her and max touch each other and assumed.

but w rival teammate’s its so much more intense they have to spend so much more time together. i’m not sure what you mean by history like romantic history or history as rivals?? but i like both.

can imagine them in f2/f3 fooling around until they’re racing in different championships or whatever so they lose contact with each other. they both told themselves it was just for the convenience, to let off some steam. then a few years later enter f1 at the same time on opposite teams, charles joins ferrari and somewhere along the road she becomes a ferrari reserve driver. after seb leaves ferrari, reader gets his seat. things are super tense bc they’ve never talked about what happened between them years ago but they both still think ab it all the time.

with history as rivals, they’re always racing against each other and i can see them constantly trying to beat each other in every way, like with fastest lap they’ve radioing in asking what their rival’s time is and that habit carries over to when they’re teammates. them being teammates is an awful idea because they’ve both started arguments with the other person more times than could be counted. it continues as teammates, asking how the other person was setting their car up, what tires they’re starting on, etc. everything is a competition between them.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok says that Vulcan children are very well behaved and have a lot of emotional control by the time they’re ~elementary school aged which makes sense but also makes me want to see what a Vulcan toddler or kindergartener acts like since they can’t be reasoned with as well (can’t really meditate) + are babies and also brimming with near irrepressible violence/emotions.

Vulcan toddler is just quietly accompanying their parent along on an errand. They stop and point to a toy of some sort and ask politely if they can have it. Their parent explains that they have enough toys at home. The toddler immediately throws the tantrum of the century. Just turns into an absolute wild animal in their rage. Other Vulcans are just like “aaa I remember when my children were that age” but any aliens around are like “oh my god is that thing OK??” I imagine even older Vulcan children would have issues with emotional control given that they’re also children! Though they’d of course know they needed to control themselves and behave...sometimes you just slip up. Vulcan children are playing together harmoniously. Then one breaks the established rules of the game. “I made contact with your arm. You are now the chaser.” “You did not make contact with my arm. I dodged your attempt.” “You dodged unsuccessfully. I made contact with your arm.” “I did not.” “You are cheating.” “I believe you are the one cheating.” And an adult has to rush over as one pounces on the other and they both begin screaming and clawing at each other’s eyes. The rest of the children are watching with interest or perhaps grabbing implements to assist their friend.  Little lapses in emotional control would probably be common until they reached like....highschool age. I can imagine an eleven year old Vulcan hearing they can’t sleepover a friend’s home and immediately shattering a vase before apologizing and cleaning it up.  It also seems like bullying would be very prevalent on Vulcan. Spock is canonically bullied frequently and it seems natural that Violent, Extreme Emotions in teenagers would lead to that kind of behavior which isn’t outwardly unacceptable (like crying, laughing, etc) but still satisfies an illogical desire towards cruelty and establishing dominance.  Vulcans schools probably have so many ‘Bullying Is Illogical’ seminars that do nothing and everyone makes fun of behind their teacher’s backs. Two Vulcan teenagers bullying each other, trying to see who has the more emotional reaction. If you cry or get mad you lose. Only babies cry and get mad...seems pretty illogical(cringe).  Vulcans seem to be very focused on respectability so I’m sure that as bloodthirsty teens there would be a lot of accusations and rules...if you hang out with X then Z,H and Y won’t talk to you. If you apologize too soon then they might accuse you of behaving too emotionally and gossip about you...if you don’t apologize at all they might accuse you of behaving too emotionally and gossip about you. It’s very stressful. Tuvok also said when he was a teenager in that one flashback that he was ready to fight over the girl he had a crush on (saying he’d “issue a challenge” or something) so I’m implementing that into my personal understanding of Vulcans...like adults do NOT want these kids to fight but amongst other teens they’re like:  “Seynar is my boyfriend.” “I disagree. He sat next to me during meditation three times this week.” “Only because I was absent.” “Then he is fickle and will be mine soon enough.” And then they challenge one another to a secret duel after school. Dueling to the death is very cool and grownup v_v (teens rarely die from such duels though bc either the other teen stops or someone told an adult). It makes sense to me that teenagers with violent urges would fight one another in a way that they consider acceptably adult. (mimicking the marriage ritual thing or even pon farr...romantic and cool.) Imagine being a teen Vulcan and your crush starts hinting that they have another person who might be interested in them....hmmm.....and you know you’re gonna have to duel for them or lose em. Such is life. Vulcan teens seem like they’d either date a lot (emotional whims) very non seriously (because they’re all betrothed) or date not at all because they’re gonna get married to their betrothed anyway. Loving someone other than your fated match is probably a pretty big trope in Vulcan romance stories...or maybe the opposite? Like someone bad tries to steal your heart but you remain resolute and return to your fated match as is logical. Anyway all this to say that I think Vulcan children and emotional control is something that’s fun to think about. Especially regarding how Vulcan children would act around adults vs other children. Vulcan child to adult: I will do my best to get along with my sibling. (2 seconds later once mother has left)  Vulcan child: You may play with the red toy. If you play with the blue toy I will harm you. Bodily. Meanwhile their older sibling is rolling their eyes like ugh....threatening violence is for babies....now to prepare for my logical and very adult duel for the love of my life whom I have known for three months. v_v