#izzy x reader

[cherrypopidol]

Okokok how about Izzy x fem reader and Use Your Illusions guns had a bad show and he fucks her backstage and takes it out on her. Super mean and makes her cry from overstimulation , spits in her mouth and bruises her hips just completely taking out his frustration on her and she lets him because she knows he needs it and it’s better than him going back to drugs and relapsing. And maybe one of the gunners walks in on them and Izzy gets even more pissed and cusses them out to make them leave. But afterwards he kisses her real sweet and makes sure shes okay and dresses her gently and tells her he loves her.❤️

GOOD REQUEST WITH IZZY FINALLY, THANK YOU !!!

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵

𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Backstage – St. Louis, 1992 11:47 PM

Izzy slammed the dressing room door so hard the cheap frame rattled. He paced like a feral animal, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his jaw locked so tight the vein in his neck pulsed visibly

“Fucking train wreck” he spat “Axl storming off. Slash couldn’t keep time if it paid him. Duff was slurring. I’m the only one who fucking showed up to work tonight”

you said nothing. just watched him from your spot by the mirror. he wouldn’t hit you. you knew that much. but the energy coming off him—volatile, angry, barely contained—made the air feel charged, electric

he glanced at you. and in that one look, you felt the snap of something deeper than rage

“Take your panties off”

your heart stuttered

you rose to your feet slowly, fingers trembling as you obeyed. the lace slipped down your thighs and pooled at your ankles

he watched with eyes gone black

“You’re too quiet” he muttered, stalking closer “Too sweet. Just standing there looking at me like you get it. Like you understand”

“I do” you said quietly

his hand grabbed your throat—not choking, just there, controlling. he backed you into the vanity table with one hand and shoved your skirt up with the other

“Say it”

“I know you’re angry” you whispered “And I know what you need”

he growled, pressing his forehead to yours “I don’t deserve you”

and then he was kissing you—brutal, teeth scraping your lips, tongue invading your mouth. he spun you around, palms slamming to the table as he pushed your back down and undid his belt in one swift motion. you heard the clink of the buckle hit the floor

you had seconds to brace before he was inside you—no prep, no warning, just a guttural sound from his throat and a sharp stretch that made you cry out

“Fucking take it” he snarled, thrusting hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs “You wanted to be my girl? This is what that means”

you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. the vanity mirror caught your reflection—your mascara already streaked, your mouth open, his hand tangled in your hair as he slammed into you

each thrust was angry. punishing. meant to fuck the failure out of his bloodstream

“Stupid fucking band” he hissed into your ear.“But you—you just stand there lookin’ at me like I’m worth somethin’. Even after this bullshit. You gonna cry, baby?”

you were already crying

but you just nodded

he groaned at that. something about it made him go faster. harder. he reached down and rubbed your clit with two fingers, messy and ruthless, overstimulating you while your body spasmed around him

“I want you to come. Right now. Fucking fall apart for me”

you came sobbing, legs shaking, but he didn’t stop. not even after your knees buckled. not even when you tried to crawl forward from the intensity. he held you in place and kept going

“Too much—Izzy, please—”

“You’ll take what I give you” he snapped, eyes wild “You said I could. Remember?”

you nodded, broken and teary, jaw slack as he yanked you upright by the hair, bent you sideways to face him and shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Open”

you opened. he spit into your mouth, watching you swallow with glassy, humiliated eyes

“There she is” he murmured, voice thick “Good girl.”

the door creaked open

“What the—fuck!” came a sharp voice. Duff.

Izzy didn’t even pause. still buried deep inside you, he whipped his head around

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, DUFF!”

Duff froze mid-step, eyes wide

“Jesus, man—I didn’t know—!”

“Fucking knock, you useless piece of shit!” Izzy roared, never stopping his brutal pace “Get the fuck out before I break your fucking face!”

Duff was gone in two seconds, the door slamming shut behind him

Izzy was shaking. still deep inside you. still angry. but something was shifting

“Fuck” he whispered. he pulled out suddenly, arms sliding around your body as he sat down hard on the old couch and pulled you into his lap “Baby. Fuck. Are you okay?”

you collapsed against him, breath catching in your throat

“Too much?” he whispered. his voice was cracking now “Was it too much?”

you shook your head slowly “I’m okay. You needed it”

he wrapped his arms around you tight. kissed the top of your head, your temple, your damp cheek “I don’t deserve you” he murmured again, softer this time “You always take it. Always know”

his hands started moving—gently this time—pulling your skirt back down, straightening your shirt. he tucked your hair behind your ears, kissing you like glass

“Let me dress you” he said, voice hoarse “Let me take care of you”

you let him. you always did.

once you were fully dressed again, he cradled you against his chest. his hand traced soft circles on your thigh

“I’m not gonna relapse” he whispered “I swear to God. Not while I’ve got you”

you nodded against his shoulder

“I love you” he said again, almost like it hurt “You’re the only thing in this whole fucked up world that makes sense”

you tilted your face to him, kissed him slow “I love you too”

he kissed your bruised lips like an apology. and for once, the rage was gone...

[angelllbby222]

Conflicted Chapter 31:

Maddy P.O.V

“I love you so much baby.” Izzy groaned as he rammed into me continuously, rocking the bed by his speed.

“I love you t-too.” I whimpered feeling my orgasm about to take over.

“Your never gonna leave me again right?”

Not even for him?” he whined almost pleading me to answer.

l was too euphoric to mutter a response as I felt Izzy sucking the sensitive parts of my neck.

Leaving them all bruised and purple.

“Say something Maddy please.” he urged not letting himself release until he heard exactly what he wanted from me.

“Yes. It’s you Izzy. It’s always been you.” I croaked looking up at him, pouting and seeing his hazel eyes that I missed so much.

He leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss, leaving strings of wetness as he pulled away and came inside of me making sure I took every last drop.

“Such a good girl f’me huh.” he said giving my ass a slap and plopping down beside me.

I quickly covered myself feeling sudden shame from being naked like this inside of a trailer with Izzy knowing my brother still wasn’t talking to me and here I was slutting it up with one of his best friends.

“What’s wrong?” Izzy asked as he sat up, grabbing his pants and slipping them on, letting them hang loosely around his waist as he let up a fresh cigarette.

“I feel guilty for doing this while Duff is still ignoring me.” I sighed feeling my lips pout and tears silently rolling down my cheek.

“Your grown enough to make your own decisions Maddy.”

“If Duff doesn’t approve he needs to get over it.” he replied gruffly.

“I know but he’s my brother Izzy. If he’s upset then it affects me too.” I replied angrily.

“Why are you being such a little girl over it. I didn’t get with you to handle your tantrums.”

“Why are you being so mean.” I huffed wiping my tear stained cheeks and climbing off the bed to confront him face to face.

“I’m not. I just think you’re overly sensitive and I don’t want to deal with a cry baby post fuck.” he casually responded letting out a cloud of smoke as he ran a hand through his black locks.

“You’re such a jerk.” I cried pushing him out of my way to exit the trailer.

I didn’t even know where to go since all the boys including my brother were rehearsing backstage so I just waited outside feeling helplessly guiltier by the second.

I was just another idiot who decided to sneak away with Izzy back into his bed. I didn’t even wanna leave my brother while he was practicing his drums because I planned on talking to him once and for all to figure things out.

But instead he caught a glimpse of Izzy kissing all over my neck while gripping my ass as we both snuck away to go to his trailer which I doubt my brother didn’t know of.

I heard the trailer door open and close.

Izzy came out to let me know he was going back to rehearse with the boys and asked if I wanted to join.

“I don’t feel comfortable being near you while you’re mad at me.” I retorted rolling my eyes at him like the dumb little girl I was.

I wasn’t even that much younger than him.

It was only a 6 year gap which he made seem like it was ages apart.

Twenty five and Nineteen weren’t that far apart.

Right?

“Come on. You know Duff will kill me for leaving you all alone out here.” he groaned.

“You don’t even care about me.” I said feeling utterly rejected at that point.

He came over towards me in long strides and pulled me up harshly by my arms placing of his arms on my lower back squishing me all the way into him while having the other hand on my cheek.

“What don’t you understand Maddy. I don’t act this way with any girl.”

“I don’t even have any emotions towards the girls I fuck or that try and talk to me.”

“You make me feel so many different emotions at once I don’t know how to act sometimes. I know I shout at you but I really feel something for you that I’ve never felt with any girl which drives me crazy especially when Duff says I can’t be around you.”

“I’m so in love with you. I want to fuck you and make love to you at the same time all the damn time. I want to kiss you everywhere when I see you. You’re always so fucking beautiful and sexy. And you have the sweetest personality which is the total opposite of me. You’re so fucking nice it kills me sometimes because I could never be that nice to you but that’s why I want to be around you all the time because you pull me in with your sweetness. You make me feel so good about myself, like someone genuinely cares for me.”

“God I wish I could fuck you right here against this trailer so everyone can see how much I want to make you mine.” he grunted swiping his tongue on my lips until I parted them feeling his tongue against mine.

“Izzz. Someone will see us.” I giggled against his kisses.

“That’s what makes it so fun baby.” he groaned grabbing my legs to wrap around his waist as he grinded his erection against me.

The parking lot where all the bands had parked their trailers was silent expect for small “uh, uh, uh.” whimpers that left my mouth like a chorus.

Izzy had me pinned against GNR’s trailer with my tiny skirt hiked up, rubbing my pussy up and down his clothed erection keeping my legs tightly gripped.

“Give it to me baby. Cream all over my fucking pants.” he grunted pinning me against the trailer further to help grip me as I bounced up and down feeling my pussy get slicker with the friction of his jeans.

“Izzy?”

“Is that you man?” Duff barked as he saw me looking disheveled and seeing my ass out as I bounced up and down Izzy.

“S-stop stop. Put me down Iz .” I gasped slightly out of breath due to the nature of our activities.

“I’m gonna fucking murder you.” my brother muttered watching as I fixed my clothes into place while Izzy readjusted himself in his pants rolling his eyes.

“It’s not like she didn’t want it Duff.” he said shaking him off.

“Fuck you motherfucker.” was the last thing Izzy heard as he fell to the ground.

authors note

wht did we think :)) i’m back! i’ve been rlly busy w school so apologies!

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Heyyyyy I was wondering if you do any breeding kinks and if you did can you pls do an Izzy fic where 1980s would become a dad and could you make it long around 1000 words or more? Whatever you want.Thank you!

A: of course 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope I did this justice. It’s embarrassing how long this took me🫣

Warnings: breading kink, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), sassiness, submission and dominance from both izzy and reader, slightly rough, pregnancy test, praise, fluff

word count: 1.5k

One of the things you’d always loved about Izzy was how honest he was with you. He was always the more quiet and reserved one of Guns N’ Roses compared to Axl and Slash, but he was never that way with you. He would always sit with you and talk to you about his guitar or a new book he found. He’d take you on vacations around the world and drive you around on his motorcycle. But mostly, you found it incredibly endearing how honest and raw he was with you in every aspect of your relationship. Even in the bedroom. He never tried to hide how much he loved your body or hide his kinks. He always tried new things and most of all, always wanted to make sure you felt good. The both of you did the best you could to fufill his desires and kinks while still being safe. The hardest one was his breeding kink. You had sex a few times where you let him finish inside of you, but it was few and far between and you always got the morning after pill. 

However, things seemed to be getting more serious between you two. He was moved in to your apartment now and you could really see a life with him. It was pretty much all you thought about now. Everytime you two would half sex he would ask to have sex without a condom and to fuck you. Now, you were actually considering letting him and considering having a baby with him. The disappointed look on his face when you took the pill the next day was heart wrenching. Izzy got home from band practice. He looked tired and worn out. His social meter clearly was drained. 

“Hey, baby,” Izzy mumbled as he walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and set his head on your shoulder, “you look beautiful.”

“Hi sweetheart.Thank you,” you smiled at him. He turned and gently pressed a kiss to your neck. Your head gently fell back and he chuckled continuing to press kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t think you even understand” Izzy breathed out as he gently pushed you against the kitchen counter. You giggled and turned to look at him. You bit back a smile and cupped his cheeks.

He leaned into your touch and smiled, “Look at you. I’m so in love with you.”

Your gaze softened and you gently kissed him. Your lips moving slowly and sensually. You could practically feel the stress leaving his body. He pulled you in closer and gripped your waist. You pulled back and bit back a smile as you looked up at him.

“How can you expect me not to fuck you senseless when you look at me like that?” Izzy breathed out, his voice raspy and full of desire.

“Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me? After your long day?” You said teasingly. 

“Oh yeah, baby,” He gently leaned your head back and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name. I’m going to fill you with my babies.”

You groaned and he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed and you let out a yelp and chuckled as your back hit the mattress. He crawled up and connected your lips in a kiss. You kissed him back passionately and carefully started to undo his pants. He groaned as he felt your hands on him. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. So beautiful,” Izzy mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You pushed his pants off and he pulled off your shirt, “God look at you.”

He gently kissed down your chest and unhooked your bra. He kissed across your breasts and swirled his tongue across your nipples. A soft moan left your lips and he smiled, satisfied with the noise. You carefully undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and he groaned against your chest, “Let me fill you up. Please”

You gently slid the shirt off his shoulders and looked down at him. He met your gaze, “You can cum inside baby.”

His eyes lit up and he eagerly pulled off your stretchy shorts, “Are you positive?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes baby, I’m sure.”

He smiled and kissed your neck. You pumped your hand down his length earning a loud moan, “Fuck…you’re amazing.”

You chuckled and pumped him feeling him grow harder under your grip. He moaned and slightly bit down on your neck. You let out a soft breath and focused your hand on his tip as precum soaked your hand. 

“God baby, I need you,” He breathed out. You lined him up with your core and gently rubbed him along your slick to tease him. He whined a needy moan, “Oh my god please..baby please.”

You gently licked your lips and looked at him, “Beg me again.”

He smirked and kissed your collarbone, “Please baby. I need you. I need to fill you with my cum. Be a good girl.”

“Oh honey, I think you can do better than that,” You chuckled out and slowed your movements. You slowly pumped him earning a needy whine. 

“Please baby…please,” Izzy whined out. You chuckled and pulled your hand back. The second your hand left his cock he pushed into you. Both of you let out a loud moan. 

His hips rocked into you as he lifted your leg and held it tightly against his hip adjusting the angle. He fell into you deeper than before and a long moan left your mouth, “Oh fuck…Izzy…”

He leaned his head back as he roughly rammed into you slamming against your walls. He groaned out in pleasure. You moaned out and your back arched as he hit every breathtaking spot, “Izzy…Izzy baby oh my god.”

“That’s it, baby,” Izzy said breathlessly, “Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how badly you want my cum. How badly you want me to fill you up.”

A long, whiny moan left your mouth, “Izzy yes…please baby.”

Izzy rammed into you faster and harder earning a loud, pleasure-filled whimper.

“Fuck…you’re so pretty,” Izzy said breathlessly as he relentlessly rolled his hips into you. Sweat started to coat both of your bodies. You felt the familiar ball formed in your abdomen. 

“Izzy..’m close…” You whined. 

“Fuck baby…god me too…” Izzy whimpered his hips rolling into you faster. You fluttered around him and he let out a loud groan.

Your body writhed against him and you let out a loud moan as you clenched around him and came. He let out a loud groan and angled your hips back as he came filling your insides with his hot cum. 

“God look at you,” Izzy said breathlessly as he slowly pushed his seed further into you, “Taking it. Filling you with our babies. Such a good girl.”

After a moment, he carefully pulled out of you. Strings of his cum fell out as he pulled out. Izzy let out a breath, “Jesus…”

He laid down next to you and pulled you close to him and whispered into your hair, “So beautiful filled with my cum.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his torso and cuddled into him. Your body was so relaxed you felt like jelly. You didn’t even want to move. 

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A month passed and you hadn’t gotten your period. You and Izzy decided that you wouldnt take the morning after pill and see what happened. Which you weren’t upset about, in fact, it actually made you kind of excited to think about being pregnant with Izzy’s baby. You sat anxiously on the edge of your bed staring at the pregnancy test that was developing on the dresser. Izzy walked into your room and looked over at you a fresh beer in his hand. His eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a small chuckle and took a sip of his beer. 

You gestured over to the pregnancy test. He followed your hand and his eyes widened, “Wait really?”

He came over and sat next to you on the bed. You nodded and looked up at him. He smiled and set his beer down. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in closer, “Whatever it says I want you to you know I love you so much and I will always be here.”

You melted into his touch and smiled, “I love you so much, Izzy.”

The timer went off and you glanced over at the dresser. You took a deep breath and stood up. You grabbed the test with a shaky hand and looked at Izzy, “We got this baby.”

You nodded and looked down at the test. A smile spread across your face at the positive test. Izzy popped up, “Are we having a baby?” 

You chuckled and nodded. He scooped you into a hug lifting you off the ground, “Oh my god! We’re having a baby!”

He set you down and cupped your face between his hands. Tears filled his eyes and he kissed you tenderly, “God I love you.”

“I love you too…so much,” You responded with a smile. He gently placed a hand on your stomach. 

“And I love you too,” Izzy said with a huge smile.

[yandereunsolved]

5 Things You Probably Shouldn't Say On A First Date

ft. Yandere FIXER Team • Crash, Duke, Izzy, Lilly, Peanut, Pops, Target, Wes[ley] •

🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅡🅐🅢🅗

#1 “ I guess I can stand your presence enough to go out on a date with you. ”

#2 “ You're safe with me―forever. ”

#3 “ At first, I thought you were an irritant like the rest, but it's nice to enjoy someone's voice that isn't over the radio. ”

#4 “ You really should stop hanging around so many people. They don't care about you. I'm only telling you this- because I do... care... about you. ”

#5 “ I-I love you. ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓🅤🅚🅔

#1 “ You, me, plus a bottle of alcohol equals body shots. ”

#2 “ Let's go play one of my favorite games: "throwing explosives at people we don't like." ”

#3 “ Not more drunk than usual. Then again, your very presence seems to intoxicate me. ”

#4 “ Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why does someone or something always have to interrupt our time together? Sometimes I wish I could just blow up everything except us so we could get some much-needed alone time. ”

#5 “ You should totally let me pretend to kidnap you. I'm pretty good at Shibari, if you were worried. ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅘🅩🅩🅨

#1 “ Clearly, you have not found my fanfictions about us, or you wouldn't be here right now. ”

#2 “ You know I'd break my perfect record―break someone―for you. ”

#3 “ Yeah, I wouldn't worry. I don't think any of your exes are going to live long enough to bother you. ”

#4 “ I'm not trying to control you! I'm just saying... hanging out with the other dumbasses around here is a waste of your time, especially Crash. ”

#5 “ I may have taken a peak at your browser history. ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛🅘🅛🅛🅨

#1 “ You're so much prettier up close. I'm used to only seeing you... uh, haha―used to only seeing your armor. ” (Lilly is only used to seeing you without armor when she watches you sleep at night.)

#2 “ I got you flowers. You wouldn't believe how many people I had to threaten to get some good ones. ”

#3 “ Oh, it's okay. You aren't entitled to care about me or anything. I just thought you'd be more happy to see me. ”

#4 “ There's something about you that I've become quite enamored with. It almost scares me how much I love you. ... Sorry, did I come off as too strong? ”

#5 “ I think I don't want you to ever leave me. ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅔🅐🅝🅤🅣

#1 “ Can we like... hug in bed? Or is that too soon? ”

#2 “ No, no! Don't eat that. I poison- I mean... put spices in it that you won't like. That food is for Target. ”

#3 “ You're amazing! Like, more amazing than that one time I stabbed a dude because he was looking at you all weird. ”

#4 “ Tehe, you make the Nutman super happy-angry-love sick. ”

#5 “ We should totally read my newest story together! It's called Everyone Dies But Peanut And Darling And They Live Happily Ever After. ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅞🅟🅢

#1 “ What's your ring size? ”

#2 “ You make me feel like a young man who popped his first boner. ”

#3 “ I've made a lot of bad choices in my life. I think stalking you was the best one, by far. ”

#4 “ Ah, I wouldn't worry. I'll protect ya. Just point em' out to me, and they'll be taken care of. ”

#5 “ What is your stance on kidnapping? More accurately, [what is your stance on] being kidnapped? ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅣🅐🅡🅖🅔🅣

#1 “ Would you like to see the album of pictures I have taken of you? The one where you're drooling in your sleep is really cute. ”

#2 “ You want me to stop cooking for you? Why? I-I know it's not the best, but it isn't like I've been drugging the food or anything! Blame Peanut. He taught me. ”

#3 “ Mhm, you're kinda like a fish: cool, slippery, and one hell of a catch. ”

#4 “ Yeah, I wouldn't say I'm a violent man, but my family, especially my father, always taught me to protect what I love. So, I'd kill for you if I needed to, but I don't think I'd enjoy it very much. ”

#5 “ You're so pretty. You'd be perfect for getting taxidermied. ”

🅨🅐🅝. 🅦🅔🅢🅛🅔🅨

#1 “ Please, don't become another one of my patients. ”

#2 “ It's just a small tracking chip. The implantation won't hurt―that much. ”

#3 “ Well, I generally like to know my partners for more than just their medical history and my personal research. ”

#4 “ I'm going to need a few vials of your blood... medic reasons. ”

#5 “ You are quite possibly the least stupid person I have met in a long, long time. For my sanity, stay in this forsaken unit with me. ”

[thelaughtercafe]

Duncan, Gwen, Courtney, Izzy and Heather with an s/o who loves cooking and sneaking food for them

Tea Type: Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Duncan/F! Reader, Gwen/F! Reader, Courtney/F! Reader, Izzy/F! Reader, Heather/F! Reader

Length: 505

Summary: N/A

Duncan:

Pretends it doesn’t matter but gets possessive as Hell, and threatens anyone who says they’ll tell on you. 

If around others he’ll brush off the gesture but the moment he has you alone he’ll return your affection tenfold, letting his guard down to be soft and hold your hand, kiss your forehead etc. 

He’d rather die than admit it, but you make him feel special and needed, and like he matters to someone for things other than competitions. 

Definitely brings out his softer side overall. 

Honestly, I think once you guys get out of the show, he’d learn to cook for you too- he wants to make you feel as flustered as you make him. 

Gwen:

Absolutely melts whenever you show up to your cabin with her favorites in hand. Nothing makes her more whipped than affectionate gestures like that- and it makes her love you all the more.

Will try to match by doing more overt gestures herself, like offering you her clothes or accessories so you guys can match. 

Heather says something snarky and gets a muffin at her face for her trouble(one of Chef’s, not one of yours. Yours is too valuable.)

Sets up the cutest picnic dates in the forest both to hide from Chef and spend time with you. 

So grateful for you, honestly. 

Courtney:

Also loves to cook actually, so she makes it a competition to try and out-do you. 

She tends to be more private in her romantic relationships but it becomes a lot more obvious to the others when you both get caught smuggling the others favorite ingredients and snacks.

Tries to brush it off when she gets teased for her sweet actions, but she’s super flustered. 

Worries she’s not doing enough now and again until you remind her you’re doing it because she does more than enough and you just want to shower her in the same love she gives you. 

Excels at baking so lots of cute dates where she makes dessert and you make the entree.

Izzy:

Is astounded by all the different ways you know how to cook things she really just puts whatever over a fire or eats it raw.

You really help her expand her palette and she has even more energy now because of it. 

Wants to learn anything and everything about cooking now- constantly following after you and bouncing around the kitchen like a maniac. 

Teaches you her more rudimentary cooking skills too…it’s not very good, but you love her so you help her make even cooking over an open flame delicious. 

All the other campers are grateful.

Heather:

Doesn’t show it but actually really worried you’ll be caught, and is terrified you’ll get in trouble or worse from trying to be too kind. 

…blackmails and bribes other campers to give you time in the kitchen and distract Chef/play guard dog. 

Acts surprised every time even though she always sees it coming.

You’re just too kind for your own good- you can’t even help it. 

“Oh my God, for me? How did you know?”

[lgbtqasacrew]

Izzy x reader nsfw pls?

Summary: After constantly being at each others throats, you and Izzy settle your differences in the bedroom

Relationships: Izzy/gn!reader

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: 🔞NSFW minors dni 🔞

A/N: Sorry this took so long for me to get out, I hope it’s what you were thinking of

Ever since Izzy had joined the ship, you two have never got along. Constantly at each other’s throats about anything and everything. Which is why it’s surprising, or maybe it’s really not, that one night you find yourself pressed up against the wall of Izzy’s room with the first mate’s tongue down your throat. “This doesn’t mean anything” he growls as he pulls away.

“Just shut up for once” you retort pulling him back in for a searing kiss, you’re fed up of hearing his voice, always barking orders, telling you you’re not good enough, this is much better you think as you deepen the kiss.

Oh how he was easier to deal with when he’s not talking, and he’s a decent kisser. You’d half expected him to be a biter, but that might just be because he reminded you of a small yappy dog nipping at your heels. You watch as he begins to undress, untying the cravat around his neck, carefully folding it with the golden ring and placing it safely on his desk. You’d always been intrigued by that ring, you’d never have pinned him as sentimental, it must really be something really special to him. Not that you’d ever ask, not that he’d ever tell you if you did ask.

Izzy’s furious at himself, how had he let this happen. One minute he was berating you about how annoying you are, how you never listen to a thing he says. Now you’re in his room unbuttoning your shirt whilst he removes his own clothes. What had you done to him, he hated you, you were constantly getting under his skin, maybe he’s sick, yeah that must be it.

You’ll both get it out of your system and then everything will just go back to normal, he’ll give you orders and you’ll tell him to fuck off. You’re a decent pirate, which is as much of a compliment as he’ll ever give you, but your incessant need to talk back is grating. If you just listened to a simple instruction maybe he wouldn’t find you half as irritating.

He’s taken out of his thoughts by your naked torso, he must’ve seen it before, when you’ve gotten too hot on deck or when Bonnet made the whole crew have a beach day. But here in the close confines of his room, under the dim light of the candle burning on his desk, it’s something else. He has the sudden need to run his hand over your chest, what’s wrong with him, he really must be sick.

Managing to pull his gaze away from you, wouldn’t want you to think he was into you or anything, he takes his own clothes off, folding them neatly into a pile on his desk.

“Is that really necessary?” You quip, why did you always have such a problem with everything little thing he did.

“Yes” is all he replies before stepping towards you until you’re face to face “if you have a problem with that you can get out”

You put your hands up in mock surrender, which he uses to his advantage, taking your hands and holding them above your head as he pins you against the wall, his prick pressing into your thigh.

“Someone’s eager” you tease.

“Shut up” he growls before kissing you with fervour, just needing you to stop talking for once in your life.

Your lips remain connected as he slowly guides you away from the wall and towards the small bed that sits in the corner, pushing you onto it and straddling your thighs, his prick flush between you. He finds himself grinding against you like some sort of desperate animal, he feels pathetic but he can’t stop.

You can feel his prick against your stomach as he continues to grind against you. Taking a small vial from his bedside table, pouring some onto your fingers, you take his prick into your hand, it’s bigger than you’d expected.

He’s moaning into your mouth just from the small touch “mm you’re so desperate aren’t you?”

“Fuck off” he growls

“Fine guess I’ll just stop then” you remove your hand, sure you hear a small whimper from the loss.

“Not what I fuckin’ meant”

“Well you better be careful with what you say, don’t want me to get the wrong idea”

“Just fuckin’ get on with it” he grumbles

“Ask nicely” you demand, laughing internally at the scowl he gives you in return, that man thinks he’s so intimidating, but he never has been to you.

“I’m not-“

“Ask nicely, or I’ll go” you don’t think you actually would at this point but it would be nice to see him be polite to you just once in his life

“Please” he says through gritted teeth

“Good boy” you praise, delighting when you see a dusting of blush on his cheeks, so he likes praise, you shouldn’t be surprised really.

You can feel him shiver as you move your hand up and down his length, enjoying the weight in your palm. You trail kisses down his neck, brushing along the swallow tattoo before sucking on the gentle skin above his collarbone.

Izzy hadn’t felt this good in so long, he told himself it was nothing to do with you, nothing to do with the way you touch him, or kiss his neck as if he was something precious. No, it had just been a while since he’d had another person’s touch, he’s just extra sensitive that’s all.

Your touch was firm but with a gentleness he hadn’t expected but appreciates nonetheless, you weren’t rushing just to get it over with. You were taking your time as if you actually cared about his pleasure, but he must be mistaken, he knows you only view this as a quick exchange, one that neither of you will mention again.

Before he even knows what’s happening, you’re manoeuvring him off your lap and laying him on his back. “I want you inside me Izzy, is that what you want too?” you purr, sending a rush of heat through him, he finds himself nodding eagerly.

“Good” he watches as you lower yourself “Izzy you feel so good” he can feel his face getting warmer at your praise, what is wrong with him.

As if you know what effect it’s having on him, you continue to praise him “you’re doing so well Izzy, you feel so good” he’s getting close just from the praise alone, he feels pathetic, but also, he feels good, better than he’s felt in a long time.

With a couple more shifts of your hips, he releases inside you, collapsing into the mattress as intense pleasure courses through him. Barely noticing as you reach your own orgasm, collapsing beside him in your own haze of pleasure.

When he eventually comes back to himself, he feels good, more than good even, but he also feels a little disappointed, he knows that when he opens his eyes you’ll be gone. He should feel relieved, you’ve both got out of this what you wanted and now you can just go back to your lives. So why does part of him wish you’d stayed, wished that for once that someone had stayed, but more importantly that that person was you.

He almost yelps when he hears rustling in his room, opening his eyes to find you standing there in your underwear holding a cloth, you freeze as if he had caught you doing something wrong. “Sorry I just thought maybe you’d like to clean up, but I’ll go” dropping the cloth on the desk beside you and heading for the door.

But Izzy catches you both by surprise “It’s fine” he wants to say so much more, that he’s glad you’re still here, that the fact you care enough about him to want to clean him up is thawing his cold heart, but he can’t get any more words out.

Luckily those two words are enough for you, he watches with a small smile on his lips as you retrieve the cloth and gently clean him up. As you place the cloth back on the desk, he’s worried you’ll leave again, a small “stay?” manages to pass his lips, part question, part plea. Now he knows what it’s like to have something, he’s scared to let it go in case he never has it again.

You nod, climbing in wordlessly beside him, trying to keep a small distance between you despite the small size of the bed, as if you’re still scared he’ll chuck you out despite him being the one to invite you. He counts to sixty trying to find the courage to hold you like you deserve, it’s purely selfish really, a deep need to feel you in his arms.

Slowly wrapping his arms around you, giving you the chance to pull away if you please, but you don’t, you lean into the warmth, his chest now flush with your back. In that moment you both knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[pandalorian36]

Izzy x (Genderneutral)Reader

Ed reveals the reason Izzy is always so grumpy and short tempered is because he got separated from you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, knives/swords. Word count: 4655

Izzy stomps away from yet another shouting match muttering under his breath as he goes the rest of the crew staring after him in a state of shock. He had never yelled that much for something so little. Lucius had kissed Pete on the cheek and next thing Izzy was yelling and cursing about everything. “Well, that was intense.” Lucius nods agreeing with his partner just as Stede and Ed emerge onto deck “What the blazes was that all about?” Ed glances over at his first mate and Roach speaks up “Izzy snapped.”

Ed nods slightly “We heard that. Why?” Lucius glances at Pete “I kissed Pete on the cheek.” Stede looks shocked “Something so small? Really? We thought someone had broken the ship.” Ed looks confused a moment before looking up speaking quickly “What’s the date?”

“Sorry?”

“The date. Today. What is it?”

Lucius looks at the diary tucked under his arm “June 2nd possibly 3rd.” Ed, Ivan and Fang all exchange a look of understanding “June 3rd. I’ll go check on him.” Ed leaves the rest of the crew gathering around Ivan and Fang who clearly have the rest of the story. Stede pipes up “What happened June 3rd?" Ivan sighs shrugging “It was just over two years ago. We raided a merchant vessel, turned out to have a lot more weapons on board than we intended and was actually full of trained soldiers. We managed to set the ship a light and get back to the Queen Anne when the flames hit a gunpowder storage. Lucky our ship wasn’t damaged, but it caused a big confusion.”

He stops and Fang takes over the story “those that were on the main deck didn’t get injured, but it did confuse us enough that the merchant crew managed to take charge. Two of our crew where captured which did allow the rest to escape but Ed forbid us from going back. We now know one was killed but the second we don’t know. Their name was Y/N, they were Izzy’s. Partner? Lover? Companion? Actually, I’m not sure what they were but they were incredibly close, always had each other’s backs. God, forbid you threatened one of them the other was always close by. They were the only one who could best Izzy at swordplay,” he grins “Part from Stede.”

Ivan sighs “Before we lost Y/N, Izzy was actually pretty tolerable. He’s always had a temper and a tendency to threaten people, but Y/N could always calm them. Couldn’t help but like Y/N, don’t get me wrong they were a ruthless pirate, loyal to Ed and Izzy. Forgot to mention Y/N was Ed’s younger sibling, least we think so. Fiercely protective of each other.”

The whole crew remains silent taking the information in. Ed leans on the railing next to Izzy crossing his arms out over the water “I miss ‘em too Iz.”

“Fuck off Edward.”

“I just thought… Actually, don’t know what I thought.”

Izzy sighs shoulders sagging “Why couldn’t we go back?” Ed frowns staring out over the sea “I had to think of the crew. If we had gone back, you know none of us would of come away.” Ed clasps Izzy’s shoulder “Y/N probably would have some stupid motivational crap to say to ya but fraid all I got is they’re gone mate, not anything we can do about it. Just have to move on.” Ed walks away Stede falling into step beside him “You never mentioned you had a brother/sister?”

Ed shrugs slightly walking back into their cabin “Not something I like to talk about. They’re dead not anything can do about it.”

“Still, you must miss them. Where you close?” Ed sighs falling onto the sofa “Suppose we we’re close yea. Them and Izzy where the only two I ever trusted.” Stede sits on the edge of the sofa by Ed’s feet frowning “I’m sorry.” Ed shrugs “‘is alright. Sometimes feel guilty for it though. You know? I was captain, I ordered the raid and the burning of the ship.”

“It’s not your fault Ed,” Stede tries to sound reassuring patting his leg “I’m sure there was nothing you could have done.” Ed flips himself around, so his head is in Stedes lap letting him play with his hair “It’s not your fault.”

Izzy is still standing over the railing the ring usually safe around his neck scarf clasped between thumb and finger.

“Izzy.” Y/N hisses from the shadows pulling the first mate away from the crowds “What the fuck are you doing?” Y/N rolls their eyes “Playing crochet. What do you fucking think I’m doing. Captain Vance just turned up.”

“Shit.” Y/N snorts in response “My thoughts exactly. Come on.” The two make their way towards the docks using the back alleys both freezing when a deep gravelly voice echoes down the confined space making it seem louder “Well, well, well what do we have here? Israel Hands and Y/N Teach.” The two-freeze swearing colourfully before turning Izzy raising his sword and Y/N gripping a pistol tightly “What do you want Vance?”

Vance a large bulky man with scars decorating most of his skin the remainder coated in ink. “That’s Captain Vance to you dog.” Y/N scowls their grip on the pistol tightening as the flick the hammer ready to fire “What do you want Captain Vance?”

“I want to kill you two worthless lumps. You torched my ship.” Izzy smiles slightly “Only a little.” Vance seethes “A little. A little? You destroyed it.” Vance takes out two pistols readying them to fire “I would like to draw this out, make it painful and slow. Then watch as Black Beard finds your mutilated bodies. But unfortunately, I do not have that luxury. Still, you will at least be dead.” Y/N shoots first three shots echoing around the alley. Vance falls to the ground blood blossoming from his shoulder while his shots hit the wall sending bits of rock flying.

“Time to go.” Y/N grabs Izzy’s arm the two of them running full pelt from the alley as Vance swearing and spluttering lumbers back to his feet to give chase. Flying out into the busy street where a market is being held the two dodge between stalls skidding down another alley as Vance’s crew appear with their captain in the lead a bloodied cloth to his shoulder “FIND THEM.”

“We’ve got to get back to the ship!” Y/N turns to Izzy pausing when they both realise how close they have gotten in the small space. Izzy’s cheek heat while Y/N smirks “Am I making you uncomfortable Iz?” he shakes his head slightly making the latter chuckle pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before shooting him a wink “I’ll cause a distraction. You get Ed.”

Before Izzy can protest Y/N has leapt onto the closest stool selling jewellery grabbed a fistful of brightly coloured gems and started yelling at the top of their lungs “Captain Vance, I believe these colours would draw the attention away from that ass of a face you have. Although anyone would have to be blind before they even considered you attractive. Least you can fight… oh wait no you can’t. You’re just crap at everything aren’t you.”

Jumping from stall to stall and causing utter chaos in the midst Y/N runs deeper into town while Izzy runs back to the ship to get backup. The two of them may be the best swords on the Queen Anne but they’re also smart enough to know Captain Vance and his crew are not to be messed with. As Izzy reaches the ship as a large explosion shakes the docks a cloud of dust rising from deep inside the town. “What the fuck was that.” Ed appears on the gangplank while Izzy sighs shaking his head slightly “Who do you think?” they both say the same thing in unison “Y/N.”

As if they have been summoned Y/N comes skidding over the rooftop’s tiles falling to the floor before they topple to the ground in a heap when they jump on a barrel that is not secure “What the fuck did you do?” Izzy helps them to their feet “Caused a distraction. Captain Vance will no longer be a problem.” Ed snorts supporting Y/N’s other side as they walk onto the ship “Our worst enemy gone for good. Excellent work. Iz help ‘em get cleaned up gotta make sure we’re ready to go.”

Izzy helps Y/N limp to their cabin “Do I even want to know?” Y/N shrugs “Probably not. Got you something.” Out their pocket they take a simple diamond ring smiling proudly “It’s not real, and pretty sure it’s not even gold but for you.” Izzy takes it slipping it on the handkerchief around his neck “Where did you get it?”

Y/N starts removing their outer layers poking at a wound on their side while talking “Stole it. Its only temporary before I get you something better. Can’t have my man wearing second rate jewellery. But thought you needed something to show you were taken. Not that pirates care for such things. You don’t have to wear it; just thought I don’t know.” Izzy rolls his eyes clamping a hand over Y/Ns mouth to stop their rambling “I’ll wear it. Though we’ve already got tattoos can’t get much more permanent than that.” Y/N shrugs starting to clean their cut before Izzy takes over kneeling between their legs on the floor “Do you think we’ll be okay? With our profession and everything.”

The two stare into each other’s eyes a moment before Y/N closes the gap cupping Izzy’s face gently “We’re gonna be just fine.”

Izzy returns the ring to its rightful place. Y/N did in fact gift him much more most of it stolen but some of it actually bought, including the sword hanging at his side. He glances at the pale band of skin on his ring finger still visible despite two years, the ring that use to sit their long gone. Where he had no idea, but it felt like a stab to the chest every time he saw it was gone. Returning his gaze out over the sea he ignores the whispering crew behind him wishing he could go back and change the past and return Y/N Teach to his side.

Your P/O/V:

Shit. I duck into the nearest alley tugging my hood further forward as a group of navy officer’s marches past in perfect form. Breathing a sigh of relief when they pass, I push back my hood leaning against the wall. Finally free of that cramped cell and tattered clothing. Two years, eight months and three weeks spent in an British prison, it’s a relief to be free. Though wanted posters have started appearing around the docks with a reasonable reward.

Keeping to the shadows I head closer to the docks inspecting the ships currently docked. Taverns are the best place for gossip, and I have heard varying tales of my brother, which ones I believe I am not sure. Most people give me wary looks the heavy hood, leather and two swords crossed across my back and pistol holstered on my thigh don’t exactly scream friendly.

Finding a dingy tavern any member of the navy would avoid like the plague I step inside tossing a few coins on the counter “Rum.” The bartender an elderly man with multiple missing teeth and stringy hair pushes a glass across the counter “And information I imagine?” I smile into my drink “What do you know of Blackbeard?”

“Blackbeard? Queen Anne is under new captainage they was here last week. Not sure where Blackbeard ended up. Word is he’s gone soft sailing with some gentlemen pirate, though few believe those rumours.” I nod finishing my drink he refills it without my asking before moving along the bar to serve someone else. I sip this one leaning back against the bar, gentlemen pirate never heard of him before.

Finishing my second drink I stalk out the bar all I need is a ship. A small vessel catches my eye definitely pirate from the crew loading up supplies I watch from the shadows as they stumble about on deck. Not the most experienced of crew but they will have to all I need is the captain. Someone clears their throat behind me, and I turn “Shit.” The officer grins “Y/N Teach you are under arrest.” I sigh putting my hands in the air “Fine you caught me.” turning away for a second, I form a fist before spinning back catching the officer across the jaw sending him sprawling to the ground.

Taking of I run towards the tree line more shouts echoing behind, so much for a low profile. Several shots ring out as I start zig-zagging closer to the trees jumping over a stack of barrels and a wall before finally reaching the trees. “You are ordered to stop.” I grin speeding up as I enter the trees following a worn path deeper in land before taking a sharp turn back to the coast. Swinging myself up into the low branches I jump from tree to tree watching the navy officers below following my footprints “Where did they go?”

“They can’t be far.”

“Do we kill them?”

I jump to the next tree slowly making my way back to town. Jumping back to the ground I turn quickly when two men yelp. Drawing my sword, I turn lowering it when it is not soldiers. “You never saw me.” they both nod and I take off again reaching a small beach already inhabited. A group of pirates lounging around on the sand. “Captain?” I take a step back ready to run again when two men turn to answer the question: one an elaborately dressed blond who looks more gentleman than pirate the other. “Edward!?”

I would recognise that beard anywhere. I push back my hood taking several steps forward, his eyes widen in recognition “You’re not dead.” I snort “Not last I checked.” He runs over poking my chest then my cheek “You’re really not dead.” I roll my eyes punching him in the stomach making him grunt “Point taken.” I grin “That’s for leaving me behind.” He laughs the two of us colliding in a hug “Can’t believe you’re not dead.” I laugh “Sorry to disappoint.”

He shakes his head “What? No. Not what I meant. Shit. Izzy. Where’s Izzy? Stede where’s Izzy?” Stede the fancy blonde looks confused “Back on the ship. Why?” Ed grins grabbing my arm “Come on.” I dig my heels into the sand “Navy kinda after my head. Town is not a good idea.” Ed frowns only pausing a moment before resuming dragging me across the beach “Nope. Come on.” I manage to tug up my hood as we practically sprint to the ship I spotted earlier and up onto the deck.

“Izzy! Get your butt out here. Iz. Iz. Izzy.” Fang, Ivan, and Izzy all come running onto deck swords drawn “Edward what the hell is going… on?” I push back my hood Izzy’s sword falling to the ground “Look who’s not dead.”

“Y/N?” I smile slightly the rest of the crew disappearing my sole focus on Izzy. “I missed you Iz.” He steps forward still looking a little shell shocked “We thought you were dead.” I shrug slightly “Had a couple close calls but still here.” I smile my stomach tying in knots as I step closer “I can leave if…” I don’t get the chance to finish his body colliding with mine “Don’t. Don’t even.” I chuckle wrapping my arms around him “You really think I would leave Iz? Spent the last two years trying to get back to you.”

His grip tightens but I gently ease his face away from my neck cupping his face in one hand smiling softly “Missed you Iz.” He returns my smile the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly “You’re really here.” I nod leaning my forehead against his “I’m here.” I grin tracing the ring around his neck “Can’t believe you still have this. Which reminds me, this belongs to you.” I tug on the cord around my neck two identical silver bands with waves pressed into the metal. I take one of putting it back where it belongs on Izzy’s ring finger “I thought I lost it.” I shake my head “You left it on the side in our cabin when you helped with my stitches. I was going to return it after the raid and well you know the rest.”

My brother clears his throat the two of us pulling apart “Wait hang on. Izzy is capable of smiling?” I bite my lip leaning down to kiss Izzy’s cheek neither of us had ever been big on PDA, but I want to remind myself he’s real. Izzy scowls at the pirate who spoke making him laugh Ed steps forward before anything else can be said “Everybody. This is my little brother/sister Y/N.” Stede smiles brightly “Stede Bonnet its lovely to meet you.” I shake his hand tentatively shocked when Ed throws an arm around his shoulders smiling lovingly at the strange man “Reunion can wait we really need to get out here.”

We all turn our attention back to the docks where a large number of navy officers have gathered combing the docks from top to bottom. Stede nods “Right. Come along everyone, get the rest of those stores below pronto.” The ship is a flurry of activity as the gang plank is raised and the sails unfurled. I remain tense till we are well out into the open sea, Izzy joins me at the prow, and I move so I can wrap my arms around his waist head resting on his shoulder “So how long has Ed been like this?”

Izzy chuckles leaning forward against the railing my arms atop his “Fair while.” I close my eyes breathing in the sea air enjoying the light breeze that ruffles Izzy’s hair “I’m sorry.” I open my eyes confused. “I thought you were behind us. I should have checked, should have been there for you.” I move my arms so they are wrapped around his chest and waist “Iz there is nothing you could have done. I don’t blame you for what happened.”

“You should.” His voice sounds so small it breaks my heart “I don’t, and neither should you. none of us knew what would happen, pirating ain’t a career known for its safety. The only thing I couldn’t stand was the fact I never got to say goodbye or tell you how much I love you or how much you mean to me.” he turns so we are face to face tears staining his cheeks which I brush away gently “Because I do love you Israel hands. Time has not changed that.”

“I love you too.” His lips are hesitant at first as they brush against mine before I draw him closer with a hand cupping his cheek. “Swear we won’t leave each other’s side ever again.” I grin “Till death do us part right?” he nods lips twitching into a small smile “Till death do us part.” I kiss him again deeper this time running my fingers through his hair while his dig into the front of my shirt pulling the two of us closer together. “This better not be a dream.” I chuckle tracing the star then the swallow tattooed on his neck “I promise its real.”

We remain together ignoring the rest of the crew who stare and whisper while we return to our previous position watching the water lapping the front of the boat while catching up on two years of tales more so from him than me catching me up on the strange crew, he has found himself with. Finally, we exhaust most topics and Izzy sighs heavily “They will want to talk to you.” I smile “I won you over, reckon I can deal with this lot.” His smile grows slightly before returning to his neutral expression “Let’s get this over with then.” We turn making our way to the centre deck the crew trying and failing to hide their curiosity. Ed saunters over grinning “You both look insanely happy. Hey, you got your ring back.” Izzy nods slightly tracing the silver band while Ed throws an arm around my shoulders “Everyone this is Y/N. Y/N this is my new crew, well our crew.” He grins at Stede “Lucius, Pete, John, Jim, Frenchie, Olowande, Roach, Swede, and Frenchie. You already know Ivan and Fang.” I nod slightly in greeting.

Olo waves while Swede looks confused “I thought they were dead.” I smile slightly “Nope.” Ivan grins “Good to have ya back.” Ed chuckles while Stede clumsily walks over stuttering over his words “Well then, how about you tell us a bit about yourself. We talk things through as a crew on this vessel. And I know I would like to know a bit more about you.” I frown “What’s there to know? I’m good with a sword, spent the last two years in a British jail cell, anyone hurts Izzy or my brother, and they get a knife in the gut.” Stede nods looking slightly alarmed “Right well I was thinking more along the lines of your favourite colour? Or perhaps hobbies?”

Izzy makes a sort of choked cough noise while I bite back a laugh “Your new to this aren't you?.” Stede beams “Yes, realatively. Now Roach is our resident cook and doctor, Izzy is first mate, Buttons is normally at the helm and Lucius is my scribe. I’m sure you will find your place soon enough; do you have any particular skills you feel may benefit the group?” Ed laughs “You kidding? They’re strong, fast, agile. Excellent with a sword and daggers, spent half their time up in the bloody rigging. Though two years out of action may have effected that.”

I grin reaching for one of my swords “Want to test that theory, Edward?” he draws his own sword spinning it artistically “Alright N/N.” Izzy sighs grumbling “You won’t beat them Ed.” I block every blow I may have been locked up for two years but that didn’t stop me from training in any way I could keeping up arm strength and agility. My muscles strain slightly but I grin putting more weight into my blows before knocking my brother to the ground sword pointed to his chest “Fuck. Really thought I could win that.” Grinning I haul him back to his feet “Don’t feel too bad about its Eddy.”

He groans rolling his eyes “Not that fucking name again.” I laugh clapping him on the back “Only if you piss me off, I promise.” The rest of the crew are grinning broadly while Ed claps me on the shoulder “So two years in prison ay?” I shrug eyes darkening “Don’t want to talk about it.”

“When did you get out?” I sigh running my thumb over my blade before sheathing it “Three days ago. I got to the coast this morning. Then you know the rest.” His face softens slightly “I’m sorry N/N.” I shrug brushing him off “It’s in the past, nothing you could have done. Just drop it.” he nods returning to his usual self “Well you catch up on some rest. Iz?” he nods motioning with his head, I follow into a small cabin immaculately tidy. A bunk along one wall just big enough for two, a writing desk, two storage chests and a small window “I kept all your stuff. Never could bring myself to getting rid of it.”

I turn pulling him into a tight hug the both of us dropping our shields “Thought of you every day.” He chuckles kissing me gently “I didn’t handle you leaving well.” I smile tugging of my jacket and laying it over the chair also removing my swords and boots “Let me guess you returned to your grouchy side.” He rolls his eyes “I’m always grouchy.” Laughing I sit on the bed pulling him down on top “Yea, but you have a grouchy side and then your super grouchy side. I know you Iz and I would have acted the same way.”

He sighs the two of us laying comfortably on the bed. He starts tracing the tattoos on my arms stopping at the largest on my bicep. An anchor with rope wrapped around it and a compass behind. “I remember when you got that.” I grin “Ed was acting all high and mighty that he got a tattoo so I had to get one that was bigger.” Izzy chuckles continuing up to my shoulder before moving to my other arm focusing on the inside of my wrist an anchor with roses wrapped around it “I regretted not getting mine more visible.”

I grin tracing the back of his shoulder blade where his own tattoo is etched. “We could get another one?” he laughs “Hmm maybe.” I shift slightly my shirt riding up “What’s that?” I freeze tugging my shirt back down “It’s nothing.” Sitting up he pushes my shirt back eyes turning cold as he examines the lines wrapping around my sides scars left from all the times the navy tried to get information out of me “Turn over.”

“Iz, I don’t think.” “Turn over.” slowly I turn almost glad I can’t see his expression as his fingers ghost over the skin. “I’m going to fucking kill them.” I turn back grabbing his hands “I’m okay Iz. I was worth more alive than dead, but they gave up trying to get information after eight months. ” I try and smile failing when Izzy looks so broken “Is your entire back…” I shrug “I have no idea. Probably. Could only see a small portion in the mirror.” Sighing I turn and pull of my shirt Izzy he traces up along the back “Fucking hell Y/N.”

“How’s my tattoo?” his hands freeze a chocked laugh coming from him “Sorry, just trying to make light of this.” His arms wrap tightly around my waist “I should have been there to protect you.” I relax into his warmth turning around so we are face to face. “Okay here’s what’s going to happen. We are going to move on from this, you are going to stop beating yourself up. I don’t blame you for anything. Look at me Iz,” he meets my eyes and I smile “Now pull yourself together. Neither of us are good with this sappy crap we can leave that to Ed and whatever him and the weird blonde have going on.”

A grin slowly spreads across his face “I don’t know what I did to deserve you Y/N Teach.” I grin rolling my eyes playfully “I love you Izzy Hands.” His mouth collides with mine the two of us falling back into the bed “We ever bump into the navy I’m slaughtering them all.” I grin kissing him again “If it makes you feel better, I already killed the two who did it.” He snorts kissing my cheek “Helps a little.” He flops onto my chest while I run my fingers through his hair.

3rd person P/O/V:

Ed walks out onto deck frowning “Anyone seen Iz?” the rest of the crew look around confused. Where is the angry man of a first mate? “Pete, Ivan? No one has seen him?”

“Nope.” “No.”

“Frenchie go check his cabin.” Frenchie nods and disappears below deck knocking gently on the door before peeking inside. Y/N and Izzy are sprawled on the bed in a tangle of limbs both sleeping soundly. Hastily Frenchie shuts the door and makes his way back to the deck “Both asleep captain.” Ed laughs “Sleeping? Really?” Stede smiles warmly “Well they have both been through rather a lot. Let’s leave them rest for a bit.”

[letsdeerintheheadlightsuniverse]

Izzy would say, "I love you" through gritted teeth whilst being unable to make eye contact. Then, once the words are out in the open and unable to be taken back, he would wait for your inevitable laugh or sound of disgust. Why wouldn't you? Who could love someone so completely wretched as him? But against all of the poisoned things he believes to be true, you would do the exact opposite. There would be no laugh. No venomous sneer. Instead, he'd be met with you encircling him in your arms. Though he tenses initially, still expecting some kind of negative reaction, your hug would continue to be...well, just a hug. And with that, the pirate would melt into your hold and perhaps, melt even further when you whispered back those three little words.

(I'm considering writing a multi-chapter Izzy fic...)

[justins-1-justan]

Doing spooky activities with total drama characters!

It's spooky season! ^=^

Dj!

Horror movies?

Hahahahah. No ♡

You both stay in and cuddle while watching the Simpsons Halloween specials while eating candy.

You also wear matching halloween pajamas!

The moon has long been in the sky this Halloween, younger trick or treaters had already gone home and the older ones which stayed were met by the cold autumn breeze. But bundled up in soft throw blankets, wrapped in each other's arms as the fire roars, is you and Dj. An old episode plays, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, you rest your head against DJ's shoulder as you slowly drift off to sleep.

Geoff.

You can probably already guess,

Of course you're both going to a Halloween party, if not throwing one yourselves!

Matching costumes!! This year you're the grim reaper and a ghost! Geoff is the ghost & you're the reaper ofc!

Laughter, music, and a cheerful energy paints the party. The flashing lights reflect in his blue eyes, he twirls you as the monster mash booms on the speakers. The two of you party all night, for a holiday that's supposed to be scary, it made such joyful memories.

Izzy!

You both scare the daylights out of trick or treaters.

Your job was to stand on the porch with the candy bowl, candy bowl which is filled with fun sized candy bars disguised as full sized ones.

Izzy's idea of course.

Meanwhile Izzy would hide in the bushes in her 'franken-izzy' costume waiting to jump out at trick or treaters.

You successfully made six kids, three teenagers, and one adult man cry. Congrats?

From your peripheral vision you can see a child in the horizon approaching, you stand in position on the porch. The child, dressed like a minion, steps onto the porch. Per Izzy's instructions you hand them the 'full sized' candy bar. They smile happily and thank you and then.... "BOOOO!!" Izzy yells out at the child. After causing the child to subsequently drop their candy, earning a glare from the child's parents, Izzy practically dies of laughter while holding onto your shoulder.

Scott.

Hehehahaha, he took you a grave yard.

Yep.

A grave yard.

The scheme is that you'll get so scared you'll fall into his arms.

.. Let's just say that doesn't go as planned.

The moon shines brightly down upon you and Scott walking hand in hand in this abandoned graveyard. Boredom creeping over you, an idea dawns. Holding back giggles, you loudly let out a piercing howl like scream, causing Scott to quickly jump and whip his head back towards you. He glares at you and let's go of your hand when he realizes you're fine, he continues the pace of walking you were formerly at, you quickly chase after him and grab his hand, giggling with murmurs of apologies.

Area fifty~one alien Cody~Clone from S3 EP15 & briefly S5 EP7!

Breaking him out of area 51 for the holiday wasn't as difficult as you would think!

After convincing the guards you were a trick or treater, they left to go grab something to give you, then you simply walked to where he was being held and busted him out.

Since he had been in a government facility for years, he's never seen a scary movie before! Oh no!

So you decided to take him to the local AMC and see the latest horror movie.

You bought him popcorn and a slushie.

The two of you sat in your seats, interlocking your hands as their movie starts. The first jump scare happens and instinctively, you grip his hand tighter. Only to hear him let out a whaling scream. You turn towards him and your face pales as your boyfriend's arm turn completely into green goop.

Bridgette!

You both go pumpkin carving!

She carves a sailboat meanwhile you carve a classic jack o' lantern.

More matching costumes!! She dresses as a mermaid meanwhile you're a prince/princess!

The smell of pumpkin surrounds the kitchen you are both sat on the floor of, you look up from carving your pumpkin to see Bridgette dead focus on carving the perfect pumpkin, to the point she doesn't notice the pumpkin guts on her cheek. Giggling to yourself you wait for the next time she's turning her pumpkin around to scoot closer to her. You wipe the pumpkin guts off of her cheek, she turns her attention towards you for a brief second and you take the opportunity to sweetly kiss her cheek. Successfully catching her off gaurd.

[vikkirosko]

Hello. Can I request Ezekiel, Izzy, Cameron and Dawn with Iroha Nijiue 2.0!S/O? (If you're curious, she's from Super Danganronpa Another 2). Oh, and Happy New Year! 🎊

Thank you, and Happy New Year to you!

Headcanons Like Iroha Nijiue

🌲Ezekiel x Reader 🐀

Ezekiel and you have known each other for quite some time. You seemed like a pleasant person to him, friendly, sincere, if a little shy. He liked spending time with you, even though sometimes you could withdraw into yourself when you started drawing. Drawing was your passion and you spent a lot of time doing it, sometimes not noticing how much time had passed, forgetting to eat or forgetting that Ezekiel was in your room. He never took offense at you for that, watching you and how you made really beautiful drawings

You came to Ezekiel when you wanted to try to draw a landscape, but while you were walking to him, he had to remind you that nothing bad would happen and that if you didn't like the resulting drawing, you could just give it to him and forget about it. You felt insecure when you were painting landscapes, but you tried to fix it, and that's why you came to him. You liked painting there, and he was sitting next to you, smiling at you in a relaxed way. He liked watching you immerse yourself in drawing, forgetting about everything around you

You often discussed what you both liked. You had several common interests and you were ready to talk about it for a very long time, but you understood when you talked for too long and you were embarrassed by such moments. Ezekiel didn't stop you, but his opinion didn't always match yours, which he told you about. Because of this, you had small quarrels, but you didn't get angry with him for a long time and you quickly reconciled. He was really happy about it, because you were one of the people closest to him and he didn't want you to stop communicating or have a serious quarrel because he expressed his opinion

He was glad that you appeared in his life. You were the one he liked to spend time with, the one he liked to listen to, and the one who continued to communicate with him no matter what. You really held a big place in his heart, even though Ezekiel has not yet found the determination to tell you about it

🐍 Izzy x Reader ���

Izzy was an unusual person, and that was putting it mildly. Someone might well have called her crazy, and therefore, when someone found out that you were together, it was surprising. It seemed like a weird joke, but it was the truth. Izzy loved you, in the sense of love that she knew, and you loved her. She spent a lot of time with you and she liked the way you told her what you liked, even if she inserted comments from her life between your phrases, some of which you weren't completely sure of, but you never told Izzy about it, not wanting to upset her

She was often with you when you were painting something. She liked to guess what exactly you were planning to draw, but she rarely guessed. Sometimes it seemed to you that she was just suggesting completely random things, without even thinking about what you really wanted to draw, but you didn't resent her for it. You loved her even though it was hard for you to understand what was going on in her head. Izzy was also the only one who knew that you didn't really like drawing, but everyone expected you to keep doing it, given that you loved it and couldn't stop drawing because of it. She told you that you shouldn't worry about what others would think, but unfortunately you couldn't do it as easily as Izzy did

Usually, when you felt anxious, uneasy, or insecure, you started drawing, but when Izzy was around, she wouldn't let you do it. She saw perfectly well that you seemed to be trying to hide behind drawing, and considering that you didn't like it as it seemed to others, she decided to take on the role of someone who would help you do without drawing. Instead, she found a huge number of different activities for the two of you, or distracted you with conversations so that you focused your attention on her and forgot that you were going to draw something. Quite often it actually worked

Izzy may have seemed strange, but she really understood what you were thinking and when it was hard for you. Her support methods were strange and unexpected, but you were still glad that she appeared in your life. You were glad that she was bringing a little chaos into your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything

👓 Cameron x Reader 🤖

Initially, you and Cameron met online. He was interested in communicating with you and liked your drawings, which he told you about when you sent him photos of your drawings. Online communication seemed easier to both of you than live, but after a long time of such communication, you decided that you could try to meet live. You've been negotiating for a long time about when and where you can meet, and when that meeting finally took place, you both felt excited. It was much harder than you might have imagined, but the more you communicated, the more the excitement receded and the lightness that was present when communicating online reappeared

He enjoyed spending time with you. He enjoyed learning more about the world he had been avoiding for a long time with you, and it was much easier with you. Sometimes you stopped at some places when you wanted to paint something, but you never showed him the landscapes you were painting. When he asked you the reason for this, you got confused and confessed that you weren't very confident in your landscape drawing skills, but you tried to fix it, and that's why you tried not to avoid painting landscapes. Cameron did not expect that you could not draw something, because you seemed to him to be a genius in the field of drawing. His words confused you and he blushed himself, realizing that he had said it out loud

Cameron was friendly and it was easy for you to communicate with him. It would seem that you could easily tell him everything that was bothering you, and he wouldn't judge you. On the contrary, he could help you if it were in his power. You were able to make sure of this when you confessed to him that you didn't really like drawing, but when you were a child, everyone, seeing how easy you were at drawing, began to believe that this was something that you could make your life's work, and you couldn't give up on it. Over time, it has become a way for you to deal with stress and insecurity. He listened to you carefully and promised that he would try to help you cope with this and move on without having to fixate your life on drawing

You and Cameron tried to help each other. You both had problems, but you tried to help each other. He helped you deal with your insecurities, and you helped him better understand the world from which he had been shielded for most of his life. He sincerely wanted you to continue to be able to communicate and told you about it, which caused your sincere smile. None of you regretted that you decided to have a face-to-face meeting, despite all the risks and worries

🦋 Dawn x Reader 🐾

Dawn saw from the very first time you met that you had a lot of doubts and worries in your soul. She was always kind to you and always ready to listen, but at that moment you weren't ready to open your heart to her, so she just stayed by your side, watching you draw with a soft smile. Thanks to her, you were able to draw many different animals that came to her and whom she asked to let you draw them. You didn't understand how it worked, but as long as it worked, you were fine with it. It was only when you got closer that you were able to open up to her and tell her about what she had guessed before, but did not want to draw premature conclusions, much less tell you about her assumptions

You were really good at drawing. It was obvious to everyone who saw your drawings, but the truth was that you didn't really like to draw. You told Dawn about how when you were a child, when you were scared, when you were nervous or feeling insecure, you started drawing, and over time, others noticed it, not even guessing what you were really experiencing. Everyone told you that you shouldn't have given up drawing. Because of all this, you still used drawing as a kind of stress and anxiety avoidance method. Dawn listened to you carefully and offered to help you. She knew many ways in which you could try to deal with difficult emotions for you without resorting to an activity that you really didn't like

Together with Dawn, you tried to breathe when you were nervous, when you had the opportunity, you meditated together, she took you for walks, but not so that you could paint, but so that you could just enjoy nature. She helped you to start treating the emotions you were experiencing differently and deal with them in a different way. Her help was really important to you, and when it brought results, you smiled sincerely, and that was enough for Dawn. The fact that life was getting easier for you was more than fine with her

Looking at how you were getting better and better at dealing with your emotions, Dawn felt calm. She was glad that she was able to help you, because it was obvious to her how hard it was for you. Perhaps now you would only start drawing if you really wanted to, and not to cope with worries or to meet someone's expectations, which for a long time did not allow you to live in peace and do what you really liked, and she was going to continue to be there to help you and to support

[ourflagmeanscuddles]

to have a comfy night in with izzy— lounging in our pajamas with pizza or comfort food and watching your favorite movies. listening to izzy’s snarky commentary (your favorite part of watching movies with him) and snuggled under a heated blanket. he’s tucked against your side, prosthetic propped up against the couch and a pillow tucked under his leg.

it’s always a game of who falls asleep first, but most of the time it’s you. you’ll wake up in the middle of the night to izzy carrying you to bed, a fond look crossing his expression as you sleepily paw at him to join you. he’ll cave, of course, and forgo cleaning up the living room for the morning instead.

[cherrypopidol]

"𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓮𝓷𝓭" 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 2

𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃

ik im not comfortable with writing izzy but here it is :3

///

the air was thick with jasmine and leftover heat from the day, the kind that clung to your skin even after the sun went down. the pool was quiet now—no more music, no more chaos. just the soft gurgle of the hot tub where you and Slash were now, his arm slung over your shoulder

he hadn’t said much since earlier

since Izzy caught you both fucking in the pool, Slash had been quieter. watching you with something sharp in his eyes, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck you again or drag you inside and lock the door — and it was weird for him as he isn't a jealous type

you were leaned against his chest, slick with sweat and bubbles, fingers lazily drawing circles on his thigh when you heard the door slide open behind you

footsteps

you turned—and there was Izzy, shirtless, beer in hand, wearing nothing but black pool short, barefoot and unreadable

he didn’t say anything. just raised his chin in a silent hello and stepped into the hot tub like he owned the night

“Seriously?” Slash muttered under his breath, arm tensing

but you just gave Izzy a look “Got bored inside?”

he shrugged, easing into the water across from you “Wasn’t much to see. Figured the real show was still out here”

Slash made a low noise in his throat. you felt his hand tighten on your hip

Izzy caught it. smiled

“You jealous?” he asked, tone casual—but not really

“No?” Slash chuckled

you swallowed

the tension between them was electric—charged and hot, like something could explode or ignite or melt. tou were at the center of it, the gravity they were both leaning into

and something in you wanted it to snap

“Izzy” you said slowly “you want to watch again… or are you gonna be polite and ask to join this time?”

his eyebrows lifted slightly “That an offer?”

you turned your head to look at Slash

he was already watching you, breathing hard, eyes hidden behind the sunglasses

but he didn’t say no

he didn’t even flinch

his voice was a low rasp when he finally said “Only if I get to watch him make you come first”

your breath caught

Izzy raised his beer, amused “Sounds fair”

within minutes, you were pulled onto Izzy’s lap, water sloshing around you as his mouth trailed up your neck. Slash had moved to sit beside you, close enough to feel but not touching—yet

Izzy kissed like he played guitar. lazy. focused. precise. his hands slid over your thighs, up your sides, cupping your chest beneath the soaked fabric of your bikini top, squeezing as he licked into your mouth

you moaned against him—partly from the sensation, partly from the way Slash was watching

his hand was already wrapped around his cock under the water. slow, steady strokes as he watched Izzy devour you

“You’re gorgeous when you lose control” Slash murmured “Don’t hold back. Let him fuckin’ wreck you”

and Izzy did

he pulled the top off completely and sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping lightly. you gasped, gripping his shoulders, grinding against his thigh beneath the bubbling water

“You gonna take it” he asked, voice husky

you nodded

Slash answered for you “She’s perfect. Taste her”

Izzy slid a hand between your thighs and yanked your bikini bottoms aside, his two long fingers immediately replacing it—circling your clit, slow and fucking evil. you cried out, hips twitching as he dove in like a man starved. His fingers curlied just right, just deep enough

and the whole time? Slash watched

one hand stroking himself. the other sliding up to caress your throat

“That’s it” he whispered “Take it, baby. Let him feel how tight you get when you come”

you did with a sob, your thighs clamping around Izzy’s fingers as you came hard, water splashing, your whole body shaking

Izzy pulled back, fingers soaked in your juices, eyes dark “Fuck”

“She’s a lot, huh?” Slash said, voice smug and low “Bet you wanna fuck her now”

Izzy gave him a look “Not without you”

the air shifted

the next second, Slash was in front of you—claiming your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. you moaned into him, dizzy, overstimulated, dripping

and then, slowly, you felt Izzy behind you. his hands slipped down your back, his cock pressed hot and thick between your ass

“Let me?” he asked, low and careful

Slash looked at you, lips swollen, eyes wild “You okay with this?”

you nodded

"Then I wanna feel you come with both of us"

what followed was a blur of sensation—Slash in front of you, kissing you, whispering filth into your mouth and fucking your tight pussy while Izzy fucked into you from behind, deep and slow and maddening. their hands moved all over you—thighs, chest, jaw, stomach. they shared you, like a secret, like something fragile and treasured and filthy all at once

you lost count of how many times you came

you were bent over the edge of the tub now with Slash in your mouth, your fingers clenched white on the tile, while Izzy slammed into you from behind, telling you how fucking tight you were, how good you looked taking both of them

later, they laid you out on a towel on the patio and took turns licking you clean. Slash between your thighs while Izzy kissed your mouth, your chest, murmuring lazy praise against your skin

you were shaking by the end of it. floating

and when you finally fell asleep—naked, spent, in a tangle of limbs and empty beer bottles—both of them were still touching you

Slash with his arm slung over your waist

Izzy with his hand tangled in your hair

and not a single fucking word was said about what it meant

[angelllbby222]

guys i found an interview of axl saying girl’s boyfriends would come up to him saying their gf went up to the hotel room w izzy & asking when is she coming bck & axl would say idk but not right now

like hello?? we been knew he was a man whore🤣🤣🤣🤣(i still want him)

[autismvault]

could you write something for izzy?

she gets no love and i need her SO BAD

THANKSS

Izzy Relationship Headcanons

WRITING FOR IZZY IS SO FUN! this might be a tad ooc but it’s just how i perceive her to be:) i hope you like it!!

⁃ all over you all the time. whether she’s holding your hand, biting your cheek (her favorite), or linking her arm around yours, izzy will always find an excuse to touch you.

⁃ very emotionally intelligent! izzy loves to hear about why you feel the way you do and offer solutions. sometimes they’re silly, but you can tell she tries nonetheless.

⁃ ^ always in tune with your feelings and can tell when you’re upset before you even realize it yourself.

⁃ despite getting carried away at times, izzy is a very good communicator. she’s more than aware that her lifestyle is pretty much anything but calm, she never wants to move too fast and stress you out in the slightest.

⁃ knows pretty much everything about everyone. be prepared to have many conversations about what ‘big-o’ ate for dinner the night before, as well as that one time noah accidentally wore two different color socks and flipped out when anyone made a comment about it.

⁃ can have issues with commitment from time to time. when you first start dating and mention anything about the future she quickly shrugs it off saying that she “doesn’t like to think about it”. it’s not that izzy doesn’t see a future with you, she just has a hard time seeing any kind of permanency period. the thought of staying in one place makes her a bit nervous.

⁃ her anxieties are quickly resolved when she realizes that you’re okay taking it day by day with her. once you reassure her that she can never too much for you, izzy starts to be more open about her wants and needs for the future. she tells you about how she’d prefer to have a cool pet over a kid, her jungle wedding idea (to be fair, she never saw herself getting married period so her taste isn’t the best), and occasionally she’ll tell you that she doesn’t have a discernible goal for the future and all she knows is that she wants to be with you to figure it out together.

⁃ loves to cuddle but sleeps in the craziest positions. once you woke up with her legs sprawled over your face while she held onto your feet like you’d run away in the middle of your sleep.

⁃ outdoor dates!! going to the zoo, hiking, bike rides, you name it. she also loves arcades. you best bet she’s kicking your ass in DDR and laser tag. sometimes, when she’s feeling nice, she’ll lose on purpose just to see your eyes light up when you realize you beat her. it works every time:).

[yandereunsolved]

،، a penny for your thoughts ”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— —˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙ ˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙——˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙

a snapshot into every character's yandere tendencies ⛃

Yandere FIXER Team • Crash, Duke, Izzy, Lilly, Peanut, Pops, Target, Wes[ley] •

🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅡🅐🅢🅗

He's the classic "he acts like he hates you but sticks to you like glue." He's constantly chastising you, murmuring about how you're the worst out of all of them. (Worst because you're the only one that makes him out of breath by just looking at your armor.) It's ironic because you're the only one allowed in the watchtower with him as he listens to the radio. He actually prefers your voice to the radio. It's a first for him, and he hates it.

He can't believe he managed to fall in love at the most inopportune time, in the least romantic place, around the worst kinds of people. He's lovestruck, like some military cupid ordered an arrow right into his heart.

He needs to keep you safe. He wants downtime and peace, naturally, but you're part of that reason. If he lost you, he doesn't know what he'd do—probably kill Duke. There's an 80% chance Duke would have a hand in your death, accidentally, of course. It's just that you can't have Crash attached to you like some foreign parasite and not get mixed up in Duke's crossfire (aka his shenanigans, aka his damning incompetence, as Crash would put it).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓🅤🅚🅔

Wild card extraordinaire.

He's not exactly subtle about his feelings. He's probably confessed ten times over while in his permanent state of drunken inebriation. You dismiss it as Duke being Duke, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that. He flirts with anyone he thinks is attractive. It's embarrassing that he finds you attractive and you're his teammate, but it's just how he is, so you can't help but grow accustomed to it.

He does the grabby hands a lot and just tries to hang off you, blabbering about anything that comes to mind (mostly explosives or alcohol, usually both).

He's probably, most definitely, blown up others who have tried to get your attention, as long as they aren't on his team. Although, his murderous tendencies may still may extend to within the team, he may or may not be willing to stage a death to keep you near him. He'll make Target a target any day. He'd never touch Pops, though, unless he was insanely jealous, and he doesn't really see Peanut as a viable "threat" either.

Your presence gets him drunker than any alcohol. He needs you in his system ASAP. He may have life withdrawals if he doesn't. He doesn't have an alcohol "problem"; he has a you "problem." (Yes, these are actual things he has said/would say to you.)

🅨🅐🅝. 🅘🅩🅩🅨

Peanut writes stories. Izzy writes fanfiction. Take a guess at which one has more smut and tension in it. It's Izzy, in case you were unsure.

She doesn't exactly know how to approach her darling, so she mostly writes her feelings in fic form. You are always some sort of supernatural entity, like the classic werewolf or vampire, and even omegaverse. She's totally into mpreg. So if tab restore is on, I suggest you don't check the computer. At least don't read her latest one about two soldiers on the same squad, where one is pining after the other hopelessly and is eliminating everyone else on the squad systematically until only her darling and she are left. It isn't like she can actually murder everyone on the team, for better or worse. A girl can dream, though.

She'll ask for your help by name most likely. She dislikes calling you by your codename because it seems too impersonal for her. She just says you're a good assistant, and she doesn't say that about anybody. She mostly prefers to work in silence or with you carrying the conversation. She finds that the words get stuck in her throat.

How does she tell you that she's planted a tracker in your suit? Or that she's compiling an entire database on you and has looked through your private records (which definitely breaches trust and breaks at least one military rule)?

She feels... guilty. But she loves you, so it's worth it. You do anything for your loved ones, even if they don't know you'd die (or kill) for them.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛🅘🅛🅛🅨

She's patient to some extent. She's content with simply being near her darling and helping them when she can. She'll always be really friendly and may overdo it because she's so nervous. She's her own worst critic when it comes to relating to you.

"What if they hate me because I said something wrong?" (Lilly had a simple conversation with her darling.)

"I didn't help them in time." (Her darling dropped something and it fell on their armored foot.)

"Urgh, I'm so stupid! Clearly, they needed that and not this." (She was trying to help but didn't know how to and grabbed the wrong thing. Her darling, in all honesty, didn't mind or even notice.)

"If I were a better soldier, then they'd like me." (Darling was talking to Pops and has a friendly relationship with him.)

"How incompetent can I be? They could have gotten hurt because I wasn't careful enough." (Lily almost bumped into her darling.)

She'll hesitantly bring her feelings to Wes and ask what to do. Even leaving out the darker bits of her attraction to you, Wes has a―let's say in the nicest way possible―a negative reaction. Something along the lines of, "Excuse me? What the fuck? I have to legally inform you that I am not a mental health professional, but seriously, Lil's, you need to get checked out for whatever is fucked in your mind."

It makes her even more ashamed of her feelings for you. She could never be good enough for you. This is just the nail in the coffin.

But she won't stop stalking you. (Is it really stalking if you work together and she's just looking out for you?) She'll just become more persistent in bettering herself so that she is worthy of you (and your love).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅔🅐🅝🅤🅣

He's a little lost, but he's got the spirit. Every team member will know that Peanut has some sort of feelings for you. He doesn't exactly try to keep them a secret. He's constantly blabbering about how much he appreciates you, how warm and fluttery you make him feel, and the things he wants to do with you. He'll whine at any loss of contact with you.

If both of you are separated because of military duties, then he becomes quite frazzled and upset, only to be overly excited when he sees you once again, throwing his arms around you and bonking his helmet against yours.

He wants you to always be the one who watches over him at night. He'll beg you to come cuddle with him because he'll have nightmares if you don't. He's giggling the entire time, and his face is completely flushed.

He loves joking around with you to try to brighten your day. He tells you all his stories. He may or may not have a couple of secret ones that involve you and him. Listening to him drone on about conspiracy theories is a must.

You're Peanut's babysitter soon, lover, essentially. Duke may even try to change your codename to Babysitter because Peanut makes you look after him so much.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅞🅟🅢

He's not one to resort to violence (or euthanization) unless met with an enemy where that is a necessity. So intimidation is his game as a yandere. He will abuse his power as the FIXER team's leader to isolate you and keep you as his. It's more of an instinctual need. At least, that's how he sees it.

He likes pulling you close to him. No one really bats an eye because he does it so often. He'll pull you into a hug or into his lap, then he whispers about how you'll be good and not report him to HR because you won't like the consequences (i.e., ruining your reputation). If you dislike it, he isn't going to force himself on you. He will never do that. However, he will desensitize you to it. His lingering touches will grow bolder until you'll want to freely cuddle with him at the end of long days.

Really, he just wants you happy, healthy, and safe. He's a yandere, like his namesake, after all. Even when he is a romantic yandere, he can't help but come off as paternal. He teaches you things, gives you honest praise, encourages you, and is right there to shut down any bullshit someone may try to give you. He likes placing his hand on your shoulder, patting you on the back, or maybe even on the head.

He even has this dirty little fantasy he often entertains about retiring with you. It's what he thinks about when things get too stressful. He feels too old to have kids; I mean, he already babysits a bunch of grown adults, most of whom can't take care of themselves. So just imagining him and you getting away, his hands free to explore your body, is enough to make him need to excuse himself. He needs to "adjust" his armor or go relieve himself of some bodily fluids.

You're the reminder that he needs to survive―that he still has a future to survive for.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅣🅐🅡🅖🅔🅣

Poor kid doesn't even know what hit him. He's grossly inept when it comes to understanding his infatuation with his darling. He's even worse at expressing it. He walks around in a state of constant confusion, trying to decipher the reason why he suddenly feels homicidal when one of his teammates gets too close to you.

He distances himself from Duke and Peanut for that reason. They are number one and two on the "people I would definitely kill if I had to" list. But even then—he'll probably accidentally confess his feelings about darling to one of his other teammates. There's a good chance it's either Crash or Izzy. And let's say Target should hope he's not stupid enough to tell Crash. Crash will try to shut that shit down and tell him how fucked up he is, while also maintaining an air of dismissiveness. He'll get offended by Crash's insinuation. Target is only looking out for your best interests. He's protecting you!

He also has an entire album of photos of you that you probably don't know about. No one cares about his cool bird pictures, so he doesn't really have to worry about anyone snooping through yours. He tries to capture your perfection in every photo, but only the real thing―you―can do it justice. You're so much better to photograph than any super cool bird anywhere in all the galaxies combined―plus some!

🅨🅐🅝. 🅦🅔🅢🅛🅔🅨

If you think Crash's tsundere attitude is bad, wait until you're introduced to Wes's loving bitchiness. You can't so much as sneeze without having the medic needing to check you out. He's snarky, but something about it is softer. He seems genuinely concerned, and if you are injured, then he'll use all the good supplies on you. He's used to venting to you about, well, everything. Maybe he seems rougher towards you because he's accepted that you're the one person he can let his guard down a little with.

He's freely possessive, even if part of him is ashamed for being so nerveless against his own desires. He's lived too long and seen too much shit not to claim you as his own. If someone doesn't like it, then they can fuck off, and the both of you can transfer out together.

Oh, yeah. Wes always has your transfer papers filled out for you along with his. They're married with one paperclip joining the two stacks of paper. It slightly irritates his need for complete organization, but there's something so subtle and intimate about it that he keeps it that way.

Lilly and he are a package, so more often than not she'll be his unofficial wingwoman. She may question his methods, but you actually make Wes happy. She doesn't think she's ever seen that. And if you can produce that kind of miracle, then perhaps Wes's red flag behavior is something she can turn a blind eye to. He's just not used to normal human relationships. He'll grow out of it.

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Before I start with the Izzy request + some of the ideas for Izzy I have had since last week I need to finish writing the first chapter in my Jake Lockley/Moon Knight fanfic I have about half of it done so hopefully won’t take too long <3