#these two are the worst. i hate them so much (affectionate)

[phantom-chirp]

what if i gave up

[ipushhimback]

How about something with Max and he’s like always grumpy and rude but never to the reader and just has a soft spot 😩 love me some grumpy x sunshine

i am so extremely sorry this took me so so long so please forgive me. also i tried my best but i am not completely happy with it. anyway, enjoy reading it <3

a softie

pairing: max verstappen x reader warnings: none word count: 1.2 k summary: max takes you to the paddock for the first time <3

“Are you sure I’m allowed to come with you to the race? I don’t want everyone to hate me when I’m there. And won’t I be in the team’s way?” you asked Max as you looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure your outfit didn’t look too bad.

“Of course you are. I’m sure there’ll be lots of other people around. And you’ll love the others. I heard Charles’ girlfriend, Alex, is going to be there, and Carmen, George’s girlfriend, as well. I haven’t talked to them a lot, but I know they’re nice. Also, you won’t be in anyone’s way. And if you’re bored, you can hang out in another team’s garage with Alex or Carmen,” Max said as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I’m just worried… You know how I am. Too much overthinking happening in my brain. What if they think I’m too much? I always talk a lot and never shut up. And I laugh at the worst moments!” you said, remembering how you’d laughed last week when your niece dropped her ice cream on the street.

You tilted your head back against Max’s shoulder.

“No, babe. They’ll love you for it. I promise,” your boyfriend said, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Pinky promise?” you asked with a pout, holding your pinky out to him.

Max rolled his eyes affectionately but linked his pinky with yours.

“Pinky promise,” he said, smiling down at you. “Also, you look absolutely stunning.”

You grinned as you looked back in the mirror. You were wearing a new jean skirt and a blouse you’d bought just last week.

“Are you sure it’s not too basic?” you asked again.

“A hundred percent. You’ll be the prettiest woman in the paddock,” he said, giving your waist a final, gentle squeeze. “Now let’s go.”

***

A little later, you were walking through the paddock at Max’s side, holding his hand tightly.

“I already see it coming. I’m going to get lost here. Why are there already so many people? It’s so early! Don’t they want to sleep in like normal people on a Sunday morning?”

“Nope. They want to see us drivers and hope to get autographs and photos,” Max said with a chuckle.

At that moment, someone approached you and Max. You recognized him from a few races you’d watched—Lando.

“Mate! Who’s that?” he asked, greeting Max with a firm clap on the back.

“My girlfriend.”

You had to suppress a laugh at Max’s short answer. He really was the grumpiest person you’d ever met.

“Uh, since when do you have a girlfriend? Why haven’t you told us about her?” Lando asked, looking a little disappointed. “I thought we were friends, mate!”

“We’re not.”

You couldn’t suppress the laugh anymore.

“Excuse my boyfriend here. I’m Y/N. His girlfriend for about half a year. Nice to meet you. You’re Lando, right? Driver for that orange team? Nice outfit, by the way. And your hair looks amazing! Do you use a lot of products for that? Those curls are incredible! I gave up on mine after I realized my hair just hates me.”

Lando looked at you with a frown, and you immediately started worrying that you’d said something wrong—until he suddenly burst out laughing. He had a funny laugh.

“No way you managed to pull her, Max,” he managed between laughs.

Max just looked at him blankly.

“Well, I did. And you’re still single. So leave me alone, Norris.”

“Rude,” Lando muttered, shaking his head as he turned and walked off.

Once he was gone, you turned to Max.

“Babe. You didn’t have to be so rude! Aren’t you two friends?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“We are. But we’re also rivals. And we’re not the kind of friends who talk a lot about personal stuff. He’s too nosy. I want to have you to myself,” Max said as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You squinted at him before nodding.

“Mhm… Now let’s go. There are too many fans, and I need to meet everyone else.”

Max nodded and draped his arm around your shoulder as he led you further into the Red Bull garage.

“So, Yuki’s probably already somewhere around. You can say hi to him when you see him, but he’s a bit much. He talks a lot. Too much sometimes.”

“Ohh yes! I love people who talk a lot! It’s always so awkward when they don’t. Like, how am I supposed to react then? That’s why I love you. You always talk to me about things I like without making me feel bad about it!” you exclaimed, grinning widely.

Right then, Yuki came by—and he had clearly overheard.

“Sorry? Are we talking about the same Max? He never really talks! He just sits somewhere with his earbuds in, probably listening to a guided meditation,” Yuki said, laughing.

“No way! He’s a talking teddy bear! Can’t shut up after something exciting happens or when he reads something he knows I’ll find interesting. He seriously is the bestest boyfriend out there, aren’t you?” you said, turning to Max and pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him blush.

“I don’t…” he grumbled, trying to hide it.

“Sure you don’t,” you whispered, kissing him again. “Well, it was nice seeing you, Yuki!”

You stepped forward and hugged the shorter man. Yuki made a surprised noise but hugged you back.

Max cleared his throat, clearly jealous. The moment you pulled back from Yuki, Max’s arm was right back around your shoulders.

“We have to go now,” the Dutch driver said.

“Your girlfriend is amazing! Bring her to the paddock more often!” you heard Yuki say as the two of you walked away.

Once you reached Max’s driver’s room, he closed the door and turned to hug you tightly, burying his face in your hair and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your head.

“Love you more. Always,” you replied.

***

You later met Alex, Charles’ girlfriend, and Carmen, George’s girlfriend. All the other so called WAGs would arrive later or only the next day.

Alex was an amazing woman with an amazing dog. Leo immediately came over to you with a wagging tail, demanding attention that you immediately gave to the little sausage dog. 

Carmen wasn’t any less amazing than Alex. She immediately welcomed you with a tight hug.

“It is so amazing to meet you! I didn’t even know Max had a girlfriend!”, she has exclaimed as soon as you had introduced yourself. The rest of FP1 and FP2 you chatted with Alex and her about a lot of things.

Pets, Max, Charles, George, fashion, and more. 

***

That evening, you were curled up against Max’s chest, scrolling through Instagram. One post caught your attention. It was from a Formula 1 gossip page.

The new star of the paddock: Max Verstappen’s girlfriend. Who could have known that he is secretly a softie…

You chuckled.

“They’re calling you a softie,” you whispered.

“M’not,” came the gruff reply. But only a few seconds later, a soft kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “Maybe. But just for you.”

a/n: i got this request so long ago but it took me so long to write i am so sorry. also, if you have any other requests feel free to send them in <3 thanks to everyone who likes my fics!!

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[baxndaid]

sal fisher x reader 🖇️🎼💍 -- popular!reader headcannons!! + scenario

a/n ; i need him so bad sorry.........idgaf..............pls request more sal

(🎵) - he judged you a little bit a first like he didn’t mean it but it just came naturally since you surrounded yourself with all the bullies, jocks, and standard mean girls

- you were lowkey a mean girl too like you had your little group and you should snicker and laugh whenever sal and his friends walked past

- and while you DID feel a TAD bit bad, you and your friends would make fun of his prosthetic head sometimes </3 it was just for a laugh

- but yes, he didn’t like you very much - with people like travis, he could somewhat understand since travis had home issues and… had no friends 🤓 you? you had everything by the looks of it

- you were popular, pretty, and everyone seemed to gravitate towards you

- overall, you were the cliche mean girl who bullied the quirky main characters (who sal and his friends, ever so graciously, gave themselves the title of)

- speaking of cliche, you two started talking when you both were forced to sit next to each other in math class, and you hated math

- he would help you though, which surprisingly you appreciated, in turn, you would help him with his art class portfolio which he also appreciated

- this didn’t mean you were entirely nice to him either, far from it, but when it was just you two it was a lot more chill and you could visibly see him relax around you when your friends weren’t there

- sal desperately wanted to be able to talk to you confidently without you or your friends shoving him into a locker, he wished you could talk to him as nicely as you did in math class

- because you worked so well in class together, you were often paired together in projects

- sally would be the most excited since that meant more alone time with you, while you were teased by your friends (they told you that you should pack pepper spray before you stepped into his room just in case, how loving!)

- as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was attracted to you, i mean, who wouldn’t be

- he would often space out while his friends spoke amongst themselves, a distant look on his… eye? larry caught on and thought that his best friends strange behaviour came from a girl he liked~ awww

- yeah little did he know 💔 it’s the worst person you know

- larry wouldn’t take it likely knowing that sal has formed a small crush on the person who terrorises him and his friends on the daily

- “dude! you know how bad she can get!”, ashley agrees, sal waves his hand at them dismissively

“it’s fine guys!”

- larry glares at the back of his head as sal walks away, knowing that he has a class with you next

- his friend group thinks your a demon and you’ve possessed him into liking you despite your behaviour

- back to you two, as time passes you get friendlier with sally, the bullying turning into teasing, even with your friends around

- you didn’t miss how sally looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking, he would stutter and look around frantically if you caught him, you thought it was cute

- he wouldn’t show you his face, since you’ve made fun of his prosthetic before and he didn’t want to ruin whatever weird relationship you had built by showing you his disfigured face

- sally is one of the most patient (and slightly pathetic) guys you’ve ever met, so naturally, you form a small crush on him too, but you’d never admit it

- when he walks by you in the corridor, you’d yank his backpack towards you harshly, making his back jolt into your chest

- you’d then wrap your arms around his shoulders, essentially trapping him with his back towards you, and ask him about his day

- sally was a little apprehensive as first, being unable to tell whether you were about to bully him or casually do something sweet and brush it off straight after

- though he soon found that 9 times out of 10, you would be doing something affectionate ❤️

- his friends didn’t like this, obviously, but in due time they’d get used to you, they just wanted to know if sally was being messed with or if you were genuine

- sally would probably have to be the person to confess becuase lord knows your way too stubborn to admit that you actually like the blue haired guy you’ve been bullying just a while prior

- he would be sweating his ass off while shifting in his chair while he found a good time to confess, while you cluelessly played with his cat

- his dad wasn’t home, and he made larry wear a wig and makeup so he could practice his speech (in which todd and ashley recorded without the two knowing)

- but his memory failed him and his mind went blank, so he decided to wing it

- he tapped your thigh, distracting you from gizmo, and you turned to look at him curiously. he looked like he was falling apart as your gaze practically pierced into him

- he gulped silently and turned to you fully, his eye(s) looking down, and told you his feelings (the best he could at least)

- you stare at him for a minute, silent, to be honest he was getting a little upset at the lack of response. he wished you’d say something, anything instead of looking at him like he just killed somebody (💀)

- to his surprise, you leaned in slightly, but stopped and touched the chin of his prosthetic

“can i?”

- he gulped, and nodded his head as he reached for the straps behind his head to take his prosthetic off with ease. he only undid the first one, and only lifted the mask enough for you to reach his lips

- his mouth had a small cleft up to his nose (or whatever was left of it), on the left side of his mouth, his teeth were exposed, scars and missing flesh adorned his face

- despite this, you leaned in fully and managed to close the gap between you, sally’s hand reaching for yours as you kissed, you held each other

[elefishwrites]

Hihi, may I have the pleasure of reading some romantic shrimpo x reader hcs from you? Have a nice day !!

yes, yes you may! :D very kind anon here~☆

shrimpo's an incredibly charming character honestly- like yeah i know his whole gimmick is that he hates everyone but it sort of circles back around to being endearing for me xD

"hateful sweetheart" ★ shrimpo x GN reader hcs

pairing ❥ shrimpo x reader (dandy's world)

relationship ❥ romantic

reader's gender is not mentioned!

dividers by @/bumblethecat ⊹₊⟡⋆

♡ Shrimpo... Oh boy, Shrimpo

♡ Getting him to just not hate you is a challenge all its own, so if you're in a relationship with this shrimp, it means you're probably gonna need patience. Like, a lot of patience.

♡ But, once you're past that, it's surprisingly not the worst!

♡ He's not really used to being friendly with someone, much less being romantic, so he's gonna be... Awkward at times

♡ He probably talks about you really highly, but he does so in the same sort of condescending way he does about himself

♡ Like "[NAME] IS SO MUCH BETTER AT THIS THAN YOU!!! JUST GIVE UP, YOU'LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THEM!!!"

♡ He gets flustered really easily, so even something as small as holding hands in front of people is enough to have him refusing to make eye contact with you or anyone else in the room

♡ That said, PDA is usually a no-go unless it is something small like that. Being affectionate in front of other people is embarassing for him...

♡ Immediately on the opposite end of that, though, he's touch starved!

♡ Once you're behind closed doors he'll be a lot more open to affection

♡ He's actually very cuddly, but he's also very stubborn about it

♡ He doesn't like initiating because that means directly asking you for affection in most cases, so sometimes you'll just catch him staring at you with rosy cheeks and have to figure out what he wants from there

♡ On the occasion he does put aside his own pride long enough to ask he'll always yell about how he hates being cold or something, literally anything not to admit he just likes your touch

♡ He prefers positions where you can both wrap your arms around each other, but he doesn't really mind as long as you two are close together!

♡ Onto something completely unrelated, you have to stop him from fighting people a lot

♡ You've become the individual the other toons go to whenever Shrimpo's about to try and beat someone

♡ You always have to grab him and drag him away from whatever confrontation he's in to go calm him down. He'll struggle around and grumble at you the whole time, but he won't try to get away when you let him go...

♡ Everyone is confused as to how you can keep him pacified; You're the only one who's been able to do so without sustaining some variety of injury

♡ You're also usually the one to tend to any cuts or bruises he sustained during the altercation. If you didn't know how to dress a wound before, you're about to learn!

♡ Shrimpo really loves you, even though he's bad at showing it sometimes. He's really trying, please be patient with him!

"...I HATE BEING COLD."

You blinked, looking up from what you had been doing to be met with the flushed frowning face of your partner.

Shrimpo glared at you, though his eyes held no malice; If anything, there was something expectant in them.

You stared back, searching through your brain for what possibly he could want. Seconds passed with nothing but silence between you two, and from an outside perspective, one could easily assume you two were locked in a standoff.

It clicked after a bit. He wanted to cuddle!

You asked him as such with a smile, offering him a seat beside you.

He grumbled something you couldn't make out as he moved to slide in next to you. He didn't object when you wrapped your arms around him, nor did he when you gently pulled him against you.

He sat there for a moment, content to simply bask in your warmth, before slowly returning your embrace.

His grip was tight, just enough so to be secure but not uncomfortable.

...You weren't going anywhere for a while. You didn't mind though. You were happy in each others' arms, even though one of you probably wouldn't ever admit that.

You mumbled out an "I love you" which was met with a huff and a "I HATE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO."

With that, you both fell into a comfortable silence, which would soon become snores as you drifted off to sleep.

He wasn't cold anymore.

[arisewanekosuki]

travelers helper AU where is the reason why S/O is oblivious to all the men liking her is because every single time she showed an interested in a hot guy. They turned out to be gay, so she’s convinced herself that all of the men are gay and possibly even dating each other. (Couples she thinks are real are Alhaitham x Kaveh Cyno x Tinari Zongli x Childe Kaeya x Venti Nuvilet x woirthslie ) and I watched their reactions to finding out that she thinks they’re all gay

Ok this idea is funny xD But to anyone who like those ships, pls don't take it as some kind of hate towards those ships or something. --------- The guys are devastated after learning you think that they are into... each other. All of them wondering where did they make a mistake? Kaveh found it ridiculous, him and Alhaitham?! He wondered if you think so because they live in the same house? But there are many people who are friends and share homes… You even invite all your friends to live in your Teapot!! He really couldn't understand from where this idea came from… Is it because they bicker so much? But it didn't make sense to him!! Kaveh was anxious… do you not see him as a man or something? He is overthinking this whole thing. At this point he is debating whenever to show you his plans of the house he wants to make for you both in future.

Alhaitham was more clam about it, analyzing from where this idea may come. It's not like he and Kaveh were affectionate to each other and he couldn't recal any moment that could make you think like that about them. He will state that, no, he is not interested in Kaveh in such way (or anyone else, both guys and girls, that are not you) And yet you still say "That's okay! I won't judge! I will support whoever you love!" At this point Alhaitham may confess his feeling to you but the problem is that there is always someone by your side…if not Aether then other guys. And the worst thing is Kaveh always appears too, making the misunderstanding even worse.

Cyno at first thought this is some kind of joke. But after seeing that you're not joking he was bewildered. Why would you think so? "You two sometimes look like parents of Collei" Parents? But when they were in Mondstadt he was sure you heard how he and Tighnari bickered who would be the 'older brother'… right? Cyno was silent. Trying to come up with something that will make you believe him that he is interested in you. Because whenever he would say that, you would be "ah Cyno! Please don't joke like that!" he would never joke about things like this... The General Mahamatra for now tries to avoid talking to Tighnari when you are close…

Tighnari only furrowed his brows. Him and Cyno? Big nope!! Just imagining that he would hear more jokes from Cyno if they were together already gives him a headache. The Forest Ranger was getting more and more irritated that you for some reason don't want to accept when he says that there is nothing between him and Cyno. So he started to approach this in different way. Thankfully Cyno already was avoiding him when you are close. So he can now start to be even bolder with his affections towards you. If you still refuse to believe that he is attracted to you, then you may expect to hear a confession soon.

Zhongli asked you if you can repeat yourself. Oh? Him and Childe together? In romantic relationship? Zhongli was thinking where this came from…Is it because he often uses Childe's mora to buy things?But that was only that… and that Childe often bothers him so they could spar. Ah. Maybe this was the reason, maybe you think that 'sparings' are something different. Humans are truly interesting. He will ask you why you think so, patiently listening to your explanation. He is amused by this.

Childe laughed, but after seeing you are not laughing he stopped and said "Wait...are you serious?" He will say that there is nothing between them, even says that he prefers girls (to hint that he likes you) but you responded with "It's okay! You don't have to hide it! I accept you and I'm sure your family will accept this as well!" You're cute…. but why don't you want to believe him?! Should he shower you with more gifts? It would be better to invite you for a date but with Aether being around it's not that easy….

Kaeya was amused, but he didn't expect that you will think that Venti is his boyfriend. One part of him wanted to joke about it but other part was worried that you will take it too seriously and he will lose his chances with you. The cavalry captain doesn't worry about it too much. He will simply tell you that you're wrong and he will continue showering you with affections.

Venti was a bit hurt by this. Were his love songs and poems dedicated to you not enough? Or maybe this is your way to tell him that you're not interested in him? He can't really understand this… he never was affectionate to anyone else like he is towards you. But after learning he is not the only one that you think is into guys, he felt relieved. At least you didn't think that he and that block head are into each other.

Neuvillette was confused by this. There are already many things that he can't understand about humans. But he was sure that you will realize that he is trying to court you… not the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide… After that for some days it was raining in Fontaine. He decided to tell Furina about it, hoping for some advice in this situation. But she only started to laugh. After she calmed down she promised to help him to clear this misunderstanding.

Wriothesley already knew how oblivious you are but he never expected that you might be this oblivious. He will say that there is nothing like this between him and the Iudex and if you still insist about that then well…if there will be a chance for you two to be alone you can expect him to kabedon you, making you look into his eyes and he won't let you go till you stop thinking that he is interested in anyone that is not you.

[fairestwriting]

Hiii!!! Just found your account and I love your works ☺️

May I request headcanons of Leona & Azul with a reader who’s afraid to commit to him since they have a hard time trusting NRC students because they fear he’ll only be with them if they can benefit him/he has an ulterior motive for them?

Thank you!!

𐙚 Leona Kingscholar

It’s not something that goes unnoticed, but also not something he thinks about too much, at the start. Leona’s view of commitment is much more based on how you behave around him than your words, and he doesn’t expect to really feel it when you’re still just getting used to each other’s presence, in this new context of considering a relationship… Besides, you asked to take it slow, he’s not about to disrespect that.

Then that period of time passes, he starts to relax, and the gap between the two of you slowly becomes more visible — He’s not the most overtly affectionate guy out there, sure, but he makes it quite clear when he’s gotten comfortable around somebody. He assumes your distance is just shyness at first, but it quickly starts to bug him. He knows how to recognize the different types of unease in others, and shyness isn’t exactly the feeling he’s getting for you.

The last straw happens when as you’re spending time together and he ends up getting tired, he tells you you can stick around while he sleeps, and you quickly get up, ready to leave — The memory will feel embarrassing to him in the future, at how emotional he got over something seemingly so small, but in the moment, it just feels like you’re avoiding him.

What the hell is up with you, really, he questions when you’re on your way out. In Leona’s perception, he’s being so obvious, basically outright telling you that he wants you to be around, that he trusts you to be there while doesn’t have his guard up. And this same interaction has happened so many times already. Aren’t you two supposed to be… dating? If he could even call it that?

It’s not fair if he’s the only one who’s vulnerable, he thinks and doesn’t say, but the message gets across. ”If you’re so excited to leave, then just go.”, with that bitter look in his eyes. You try to say that’s not how you felt, while still not revealing too much, but he’s set on questioning you now. And it shows how it’d been bothering him, the way you just seemed to never breach that distance.

Eventually you get the words out. It’s not about him, you were just anxious because of previous experiences you had in NRC — Even if you just tell bits and pieces of the full story, it’s enough for him to get a grasp on the situation. His expression softens. It does all make sense to him, he doesn’t feel comfortable around most people either, as much as he hates to admit. ”I wouldn’t tell you to stick around if I wanted to take advantage of you. Would be a stupid move. He says, after a while, then nothing else. He would never pressure you in general, but especially not about this. He just hopes you do decide to stay.

𐙚 Azul Ashengrotto

All sorts of preventive measures happen in the background before you two even agree that there’s any sort of mutual attraction taking place. He’s built his business so carefully, he doesn’t want to take any chances, even if the temptation to just throw logic out of the window is there. When you two decide to date, Azul has already thought about a thousand possible futures, part of his willingness to get into this relationship comes from ruling out the worst outcomes.

The hesitant phase lasts considerably longer with him than it does with Leona. He wants you to be the first one to let your guard down — A wish he knows would make him sound horrible even if he tried to explain, with the image he has — as the last bit of confirmation to him that you’re safe, and he can stop being so overly cautious around you. But he waits, and he keeps waiting, and none of the signs he’s looking for ever come.

How long has it been, at this point? Months? Azul actually isn’t very sure of what to do from here. Was this all because of his reputation? Did he do something wrong? Or was this just your regular personality, and he actually severely miscalculated every part of his “plan”?

He doesn’t want to show how much it bothers him, at first. He tries to think of ways to get you to open up, at least a little bit, like showing interest in your background and such… But he knows there’s a limit to how much he can do until he puts you off completely, if you’re really this cautious. And at this point, he’s too attached to want to risk losing you.

Some questions still slip through though, that exact attachment he feels making it difficult for him to keep up with your level of detachment. His curiosity really is genuine too, he wants to know more about you, to understand you better. Maybe even especially due to the detachment, he can relate to that distrustfulness too much. So much it makes him actually feel closer to you, though he does recognize that might be kind of weird. He does get a stray thought that he could be just projecting, that you could actually turn out to not be safe, but he decides to trust you.

There won’t be arguments or anything on the topic, even if you don’t reciprocate as Azul, without even thinking, ends up slowly lowering his guard first, and your reactions sometimes feel a bit cold to him — The sting of it fades quickly, because he just understands. When he asks questions, or ends up inviting you on more serious dates, there’s always an added, “but only if you’re comfortable with doing so, of course”, followed with a smile you never really see him show to anybody else. His observant nature will help him put the puzzle together, eventually, already starting to suspect you’ve had bad experiences with being harmed by people you trusted in the past. Regardless of how long it takes for you to be straightforward with him about those things, he’ll always thank you for trusting him with that same smile.

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[scoonsalicious]

Like A Fairy Tale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dating Bucky Barnes had been like living a fairy tale, but as he distances himself from you and your relationship, you come to the realization that maybe fairy tales aren't meant to come true.

Warnings: Language to make Steve blush, mentions of alcohol use, implied sex, angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.4k This is my very first posted fic, and I am very nervous but I hope you like it! If I've missed any warnings, please tell me so I can add them. Much love and thanks to my bestie @jmeelee for indulging my obsession and dropping everything to read this when I sent it to her <3 Please pardon any spelling/grammar errors.

If you ever feel so inclined to support my work, hop on over to buy me a coffee; it's much appreciated! <3 I write for 18+, so minors DNI. _____________________________________________________________

Once upon a time, being Bucky Barnes’ girl had felt like living in a fairy tale. He was everything your younger self had ever dared to dream of in a Prince Charming– attentive, affectionate, kind, and oh, how he made you laugh! You were the envy of all of your friends, the very definition of #couplegoals, and you thanked your lucky stars every night that the two of you had found one another, despite all the odds.

But fairy tales aren’t real. 

You weren’t sure exactly when it started, but somewhere in the third year of your relationship, after you’d moved into a handsome brownstone in Brooklyn together, after you’d adopted a fluffy white kitten, Bucky started pulling away from you. The steps that took him from you were small at first– he was taking on more and more missions, opting to stay gone for longer periods of time. Days would go by, and they’d turn into weeks, then a month or two at a time would go by where you wouldn’t see him. 

At first, it hadn’t been terrible– Bucky had always made sure to contact you each and every day. A video call whenever he could, a phone call or text when he couldn’t, but slowly, so slowly you barely noticed, the calls stopped coming all together. Sure, he’d answer when you called him… when he could, which wasn’t always possible on a mission, and you hated acting needy and taking him away from his work, so eventually, you stopped reaching out, too. 

When he was home, you were like ships passing in the night. You always offered to take time off of work so you could spend some time with him before he was set to head out again, but he never wanted you to jeopardize your career on his account. Your reunions would always be passionate, but short-lived, a few hot and heavy nights before he took off once more to save the world. 

You tried not to let it bother you. You really, really did. His job was so important. People’s lives relied on him. Where did you get off getting upset over that? So, you kept it to yourself. Until you couldn’t. Not any more.

“Y/N,” your best friend, Lainy, cornered you at her annual New Year’s Eve party, “where’s Barnes? He’s been leaving you to go solo for months now. I don’t think I’ve seen you with him since Mark’s St. Patrick’s Day Party.”

Ouch. “He’s working, Lainy,” you told her, not wanting to admit that March had been the last time the two of you had gone out together, let alone spent more than three days in a row in each other’s company. 

“Yeah, he was ‘working’ over the Memorial Day trip, and the 4th of July BBQ, and Jack and Alice’s wedding, and your aunt’s funeral.” You cringed internally as she applied air quotes to ‘working.’ “And he was ‘working’ on your birthday, and Christmas. Babe, he’s been leaving you alone for almost an entire year. What’s going on? Are you sure there isn’t someone else?”

The worst part was, you knew there wasn’t, or at least, no one individual. When he’d first started distancing himself, of course another woman was the first thing that came to your mind, and you weren’t proud of yourself, but you’d gone through his phone to search for evidence of an affair… multiple times, and repeatedly came up with nothing. And bless Bucky’s heart, but he didn’t have the technological know-how to hide an infidelity from you. Granted, that didn’t negate the possibility that he was randomly hooking up with people while he was away. You’d have to be stupid to not consider the possibility.

You could have asked Steve. You didn’t think Captain America had it in him to lie to you about something like that, but you didn’t want him reporting on your suspicions back to Bucky, nor did you think you could stand to see the look of pity in his eye if he had to tell you that yes, Bucky was cheating on you while you anxiously awaited his return every night. So, you kept the suspicions to yourself. 

Your conversation with Lainy had left you deflated. Here it was New Year’s Eve, and you were alone, the man you loved god knew where– just not with you. How many more holidays and milestones and everyday nights were you going to spend by yourself, waiting for a man who never seemed to want to be home with you anymore? This wasn’t the kind of life you wanted, the kind of life you deserved. 

You made your way to the kitchen to refill your glass of wine. You’d probably already had too many, but you needed to drown the despair that was slowly filling you up. As you poured an exceptionally generous glass, a man entered the kitchen. You recognized him– Harris, a cousin of Lainy’s who had flirted with you relentlessly for years before you had started seeing Bucky. 

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up upon seeing you, “it’s been awhile.” He enveloped you in a friendly hug. “How’ve you been?”

You smiled and exchanged pleasantries, catching up on the overall brushstrokes of your life. 

“I’m sorry about your breakup,” he offered gently, after you’d exhausted the usual small talk.

“My breakup?” you asked, brow piqued.

“Last few events I’ve seen you at, you’ve been alone. I assumed you and Barnes…” he left the thought floating, the implication hanging in the air: Barnes has left you alone, I assumed you broke up.

You huffed out a laugh. God. Was your relationship actually over and you were the only one dumb enough to not see it? 

“If you aren’t seeing anyone,” Harris continued, “I would really love to take you out. You’ve gotta know I’ve been into you for ages, and I figure if I don’t shoot my shot now, who knows when I’ll have another chance.”

You cocked your head and looked at him, taking in his earnest demeanor. Here was a man who genuinely wanted to spend time with you. Why were you waiting on someone who no longer wanted to be around?

“Um, I might have to get back to you on that, Harris,” you told him before excusing yourself. You needed air. 

You found yourself on Lainy’s balcony, the air deceptively mild for the end of December in Manhattan. Alone with your thoughts, you pulled out your phone and dialed Bucky’s number. It went straight to voicemail.

“Someone asked me out on a date tonight,” you said into the recording, your voice choked with tears you didn’t want to shed. “And I think I might say yes, because, honestly Buck, what are we even doing anymore? You’re never here, and I’m always alone. I tried. I tried so fucking hard to not let it get to me, because your work’s important. I know that. I do, and I’m not begrudging you for your job. But… but I can’t keep on like this. I can’t even remember the last time we spent more than three days together. Isn’t that crazy? Three days. Everyone thinks you’re cheating on me. Did you know that? You’re away so much that everyone I know is convinced you’re fucking someone else. Maybe you are, or maybe you already left me, but I’ve been too stupid to notice; if that’s the case, you could have just told me.” 

You kept your composure as you left the message. You weren’t angry at him; you never could be. You were just tired. So tired, and so lonely. 

“All I know is that it’s another night where I’m all by myself, wishing you were here, wanting to talk to you, to feel you, and you’re just… not. You’re off doing something, or someone, more important than me, and I used to be okay with that, but I can’t be anymore. I deserve more than waiting on you, Buck. I deserve to be someone’s priority. I really wish I could have been yours, the way you were mine. 

“So, let’s just call it, okay? Your heart’s obviously not in it anymore, and mine is too tired of being hurt and alone. We’ll have to figure out what to do about the house. I’m keeping Alpine, though. You haven’t been here for her, either, and it wouldn’t be fair of you to take her if you’re never going to be around.”

Inside, you could hear the rest of the party as they counted down to midnight. When they reached zero, the night erupted in fireworks, and you could hear cheers and cars honking their horns throughout the city below you.

“Huh,” you said into your phone, “it’s midnight. Happy New Year, Buck. I hope it ends up being a good one for you, and I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you decide you didn’t want to spend this last one with me.”

You hung up the phone and the tears finally fell as you slid down the balcony railing until you were crouched on the floor. You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying, but eventually Lainy found you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and ushering you into her spare room. She helped you change out of your cocktail dress and into a spare pair of pajamas, and helped you wash your face before tucking you into bed. She left you with a glass of water and a kiss on the forehead, promising that tomorrow would be better, that the next best chapter of your life was about to begin, but as you drifted into a fitful sleep, you couldn’t find the will to believe her.

You woke the next morning with a throbbing headache, the alcohol and the tears doing nothing but dehydrating you into agony. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but the battery had died in the night. From the slant of the sun coming in from the guest room window, it looked to be late morning or early afternoon. 

You changed back into your dress, thanking Lainy for her help and making a small joke about doing the walk of shame in your clothes from the night before. You avoided her questions about what had happened, promising to go over it at length at the weekend after you’d had some time to process. You weren’t in the best headspace to get into at the moment.

Fortunately, your best friend knew you well enough not to pry, and you said your goodbyes, plans for brunch on Sunday having been made. You weren’t eager to get back home, to be surrounded by reminders of Bucky, when all you wanted was the man, himself. But he was your ex-boyfriend now, you supposed. You were going to have to come to terms with that sooner than later. Besides, Alpine needed to be fed, and you weren’t going to abandon her.

Your keys clicked in the lock as you opened your front door. “Al, baby,” you called, kicking off your heels and closing the door behind you, “Mommy’s home. You hungry, sweetie?”

You began making your way back toward the kitchen when a loud crash from upstairs got your attention. You rolled your eyes; what had the cat knocked over now? 

But then there was the roar of a body barreling down the upstairs hall and toward the stairs, leaving you frozen where you stood. You cast a glance to where you’d left your phone in your purse by the door. Too far away to reach in time to call for help as the intruder came pounding down the stairs. 

A massive figure rounded the corner, nearly knocking you over.

“Bucky?” You blinked, sure your eyes were playing tricks on you, but no– there he stood, and he looked like shit. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes were swollen and red-rimmed. He’d obviously been wearing the same clothing for at least a day, if not more.

“Y/N,” he breathed, throwing his arms around you and wrapping you in an almost bone-crushing embrace. “Sweetheart, I was so worried.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” you asked him, pulling away from him. God, you wanted to let him hold you, but you just couldn’t. Not anymore.

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, blue eyes desperately searching yours. “I got your message. Doll, it fucking broke my heart. I came straight home, but you weren’t here, and I was terrified that you were gone; that you’d left me for good.”

You scoffed. “I’m not the one who leaves, Bucky.”

He flinched at your words. “I know, Baby. I know, and ’m so sorry. I had no idea. I shoulda known what leavin’ you so much was doin’ to you, ‘cause it was doin’ it to me, too. When I heard you say that people– that you– thought I was cheating on you, that I had neglected you so much you thought I found someone else, that I could ever love anyone else, ever want anyone else– I’ve never hated myself more, doll. I can’t stand that you even had those thoughts in your head for one second, because it’s always been you. There’s never been anyone else. You’re it.”

“Then why have you been gone?” you asked him in a whisper. “If there’s no one else, and I’m it, why don’t you ever want to be with me? Why do you keep leaving?” 

Bucky ran both his hands along his face. “God, it feels so stupid now,” he said with a sigh. “But I was trying to save–”

“Trying to save the world, yeah, I know,” you interrupted him, annoyed. “Trust me, I’m well aware that I can’t compete with that. But I needed to know you thought we were worth saving, too, and you never did.”

Bucky started laughing then, and you scoffed. “Wow, you don’t have to rub it in, Bucky.”

“No, no– Sweetheart, no!” he shook his head. “That’s not it, at all. Hold on.” He went to the foyer and grabbed his go-bag; you had missed it when you walked in. Coming back to the kitchen, he put it on the table, opening it up and extracting a folded piece of paper and handing it to you.

It was a real estate listing for a farmhouse Upstate, with acreage on the Hudson. You and Bucky had talked about what kind of house you would buy if the situation had ever presented itself, and it was almost as if you’d dreamed it up.

You looked from the paper back to Bucky. “I don’t understand,” you told him.

“It needs pretty extensive renovations,” he told you. “I wanted to take on enough overtime to have the money for them and make a good dent on the mortgage, but it needed more work than I originally thought. And, I have to come clean– I haven’t been one hundred percent honest with you about where I’ve been spending all my time.” He looked up at you through his lashes, head bent down in shame.

“But… but, you said there wasn’t anyone else,” you stammered, heart ready to beat out of your chest. 

“Oh god! No, and I mean that! There isn’t, I swear! God, I’ve fucked this up so bad!” Bucky tugged at his hair in frustration. “I’ve been going on extra missions, but sometimes, Sam, Steve, and I go Upstate to do some work on the house, to cut down the costs so I could still make my timeline.”

“You already bought it?” you asked, your voice flat. You were in shock. “You want to move out? Away from me?”

Bucky moaned in distress and drew you to him again. “No! God, I’m doing this all wrong. I want us to move there, together. To make it the perfect house. The perfect home for me, my wife and our stupid fur baby.”

You stilled at his words. “I’m sorry, your what?”

Bucky smiled at you sheepishly as he reached back into his go-bag. “I’ll have you know that I had an entire plan. Was gonna have the house ready by Valentine’s Day. Take you up there as a surprise, ask you properly, but I fucked that up, so…” He brought his hand back out, holding a small burgundy velvet box. He opened it to reveal a vintage engagement ring, a sapphire instead of a diamond. Your favorite stone.

Bucky got down on one knee. “Y/N,” he began as his voice choked up a bit with emotion, “I know I fucked up for the last eight months. I would completely understand if you can’t forgive me, but I need you to know that I love you. I have only ever loved you, and if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for the fact that, even for a moment, I let you think that you weren’t the most important thing in my life, my number one priority. Will you marry me?”

“Buck…” you began, not sure how to phrase what you were about to say. “What about your job? I can’t keep coming in second to the rest of the world, and I get that it’s selfish of me, but–”

“I quit,” he said simply.

“What?” Your eyes were wide with shock at his statement. 

“The second I heard your voicemail, where you said you wanted to call it because I was never there, I told Steve I was done, that I needed to start putting you first. It wasn’t even a question. I’m officially retired.”

Your mouth hung open. You had hoped he would cut down on his missions, but for him to have quit completely… You gently tugged him to his feet, taking the ring box and running a finger across it.

“It’s lovely,” you told him softly. “Absolutely perfect; exactly what I would have picked for myself.” Bucky beamed at you, pleased. “But I can’t accept it.” His face fell as you gently placed the ring back in his hands. 

“Oh,” he whispered, eyes growing glassy. “I… um, I understand. I fucked up, hurt you. I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“I still want to be with you, you idiot,” you admonished him. “But you did hurt me, and we’ve been apart for a long time. We need time to find our way back to each other again, okay? Ask me again on Valentine’s Day, just like you originally planned. Don’t do it now just because you fucked up.” You leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him. “And if it helps make you feel better, I’m probably going to say ‘yes,’ anyway.”

Bucky grinned at you. “Really?” he asked. When you nodded, he picked you up and spun you in  a circle before pressing his lips to yours as if he hadn’t touched you in months. “I promise you, Sweetheart, I’ll do anything I can to make this up to you, I swear it.”

“Anything?” you asked with a smile. “I think I know where you can start.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked you. “And where’s that?”

“Take me to bed, Bucky Barnes,” you said, kissing him again.

Without a word, Bucky swung you over his shoulder and ran with you up the stairs, your squeals and giggles echoing behind him.

Much, much later, when you lay sated together tangled in limbs and sheets with Alpine snuggled next to your heads, Bucky played with your fingers as you rested your head on his bare chest.

“So, Doll,” he said, kissing the pads of each of your fingers, “you gonna tell me who had the nerve to ask my girl out on a date?” 

You laughed. “Lainy’s cousin, Harris. I suppose I’ll have to text him now and tell him I’m not interested.”

“Hell no, you’re not interested,” Bucky chuffed. “Gonna have to remind that punk you’ve already got a boyfriend. The position has been filled.”

“That’s the thing, though,” you said, planting a kiss on his nose. “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, do I?”

Bucky’s face fell. “But I thought you said–”

“I’ve got myself a fiance.”

Bucky tightened his grip around you, drawing you even closer to his warmth. “Yeah, okay. I gotta admit I like the sound of that a lot better.”

Your entire relationship with Bucky Barnes might not have played out like a fairy tale, but in that moment, you were more sure than ever that you two would get your happily ever after.

[charliegyrth]

Three Roommates

Watch Them Feed Each Other...

This story is based on a recommendation by @nolantrojan.

***

I was the first to arrive in the dorms, so I chose the solo bed closest to the window. My two dormmates (Kirk and Braxton, according to the sign on the door) would have to share the bunkbed.

I’m an only child, so I’d never had to share space before. I was pretty nervous. For one thing, I was an introvert. Big time. I enjoyed hanging out with my closest friends, but when it came to meeting new people, I was super awkward.

For another thing, I was gay. I’d been out of the closet since junior high (though people had assumed I was gay pretty much since kindergarten). I wasn’t ashamed of it, of course, but I knew that some dormmates might have a problem.

When Kirk and Braxton arrived (together), my heart sank. I took one look at them and knew they were straight. Kirk had a buzz cut and lumbered when he walked. Braxton was a big, burly football-player type.

Both were quite handsome, though. (Especially Braxton. I loved big, manly bellies, and his was both of those things.)

“Yo! Roomie!” Kirk shouted like a total bro. He headed toward me and shoved his fist at me.

At first, I just stared at his knuckles. Then I realized he wanted me to give him a fist bump. I did (lamely).

“Nice to meet you!” Braxton said as he wheeled in both their suitcases.

“Yeah. Hi,” I muttered. I stared at my lap. (Terrible at eye contact.)

“You’re Trace, right? Or is it pronounced Trace-y?” Kirk asked. I couldn’t tell if that was a genuine question or if he was using a woman’s name to make fun of me.

“Trace.”

“Cool.” He turned to Braxton. “I get top bunk, man.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” he shouted. “I don’t want your fat ass breaking the mattress and squashing me in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah?” Braxton said, charging forward and bumping his gut against Kirk. Clearly, they knew each other, and they seemed like frenemies.

Kirk shoved Braxton backward, forcing the bigger guy to stumble a few steps. Then Braxton grabbed Kirk by the shoulders and used all his weight to shove him onto the bottom bunk.

I looked away as the two of them got into a fight. Less than a minute after meeting them, and I already knew that I’d gotten the two worst roommates. They were just so bro-y. Were they gonna fight like this all the time? Worse, would they treat me like this if I did something to piss them off?

I pulled out my phone, looking for the RA’s email so I could request a transfer while Kirk and Braxton wrestled each other on the bed.

God. I hated my life.

But the wrestling noises died down, and when I looked back up, they were no longer fighting each other. Kirk was on top on Braxton, pinning him down and kissing him on the mouth.

Braxton pushed him back. “Dude! Not in front of the new guy.”

Kirk wiped his mouth. “Oh. Sorry.” Then he turned to me. “Sorry. We just get excited sometimes.”

“You two…” I stammered. “You’re…”

Braxton sat up and wrapped his thick arm around Kirk’s shoulder. “Boyfriends. Yeah. But we don’t wanna make you feel awkward.” He gave Kirk an affectionate yet annoyed glance. “Right, babe?”

Kirk shrugged. “We’ll behave ourselves.” He playfully jiggled Braxton’s belly.

In response, Braxton pushed him off the bed. “You’re the worst.”

“You are!”

Well, this was not what I expected.

Without saying anything, Kirk hurried into the bathroom, leaving me alone with his boyfriend.

“Seriously,” Braxton told me. “You don’t have to worry. We both know dorm etiquette. No fooling around when you’re in the room.”

“Cool,” I mumbled.

Braxton leaned forward, studying me. “You’re not upset, are you? I mean, having gay roommates?”

“No. I’m…”

Before I could say that I was gay too, he cut me off. “Thank frickin’ God.” Then he shouted toward the bathroom door. “Dude, he’s an ally!”

“Thank frickin’ God!” Kirk shouted from inside the bathroom.

An ally? Couldn’t they see that I was gay? I was wearing short-shorts and my suitcases were all Mattel pink.

Kirk strutted back in. He must’ve just washed his hands, because he was drying them on his jeans. “So. Trace. Tell us about yourself.”

I mentioned that I was an English lit major. That I was valedictorian at my high school. That I grew up in small-town Arizona. That I was single.

This was the perfect opportunity to come out to them, and yet I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why. I guess because I never really had to come out before. People just always knew.

Whatever. They’d figure it out eventually.

Then Kirk (the more talkative of the two) told me their story. They were both from Boston. They’d been dating since sophomore year of high school. They loved hockey (watching, not playing).

Overall, they seemed like pretty normal guys. I didn’t have anything in common with them, but I guess that didn’t matter.

There was one strange thing about our conversation, though. As Kirk was talking, he reached into his suitcase (decorated with Boston Bruins insignia) and fished out a packet of Oreos. Then, as he kept talking, he took out the cookies one by one and fed them to Braxton. Braxton ate each one without saying anything. It was the strangest thing, especially because neither of them acknowledged it.

Kind of cute, though. I wish I had a boyfriend who loved me enough to feed me sweets just for the hell of it.

Oh well.

***

I was alone in the dorms reading a novel for my Victorian literature class when the door flew open. Kirk and Braxton stumbled inside, both pawing at each other. Kirk had pulled up Braxton’s shirt halfway, revealing his pale, hairy belly.

They made it to the bottom bunk when they noticed that I was in the room. Kirk immediately let go of his boyfriend. Braxton's shirt dropped back down.

Braxton punched his arm. “Dude, you said he had class now.”

“I would’ve,” I chimed in. “But I changed my schedule yesterday. Didn’t like one of the professors. Sorry. I’ll… do the rest of my reading in the common room.” I stood up and started for the door.

“Naw, man,” Braxton said. “We can’t kick you out. It’s not fair to you.”

The three of us had been living together for two weeks now, and we hadn’t had a single problem. Once I got used to their more brash personalities, I really started to like them. In fact, I think their total confidence was really starting to rub off on me. Sure, there were some nights when I heard them messing around after they thought I was asleep, but that didn’t bother me.

Kirk looked over at his boyfriend, disappointed. “But babe. What about…?” He nodded toward a shopping bag in his hand. (I hadn’t noticed that before.)

“Later,” Braxton reassured him.

My interest was piqued. “What’s in the bag? If you don’t mind me asking.” (See what I mean about their confidence rubbing off on me? A few weeks ago, I would not have asked that question.)

Kirk looked at Braxton for permission. When Braxton nodded, he opened the bag and pulled out three packets of Oreos and a can of whipped cream.

“Just a snack,” Kirk said.

“Then why save it for later?” I asked. “Go ahead.”

They glanced at each other, both silently asking for permission. Braxton shrugged. Kirk grinned. And then they snuggled together on the bottom bunk (where they both usually slept) and Kirk opened the first box of Oreos.

I tried to focus on my book. I really did. But I couldn’t stop glancing over as Kirk slid Oreos into Braxton’s expectant mouth. At first, it felt like an affectionate display, just one guy spoiling his chubby boyfriend. But as they continued, things definitely got more erotic. Braxton started moaning. Kirk slid his hand in gentle circles across Braxton’s belly, sometimes pinching the fat at the bottom.

I stared at my book but my brain couldn’t process the words in front of me. I was genuinely confused by my roommates. Why were they turned on by Oreos?

And more importantly, why was I getting turned on, too? I wasn’t even looking at them, but I was still getting hard.

Eventually, the moaning stopped and I glanced over. They’d finished two packets of Oreos and Kirk was whispering something in his boyfriend’s ear.

Whatever he said made Braxton laugh. “Dude! No!”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask?” Kirk whispered back. Then, ignoring his boyfriend’s hesitance, he turned toward me. “Hey, Trace. Wanna join in?”

My heart pounded. “I… um, don’t like Oreos.”

“See?” Braxton whispered to Kirk.

Kirk held up the spray can. “Do you like whipped cream?”

“I guess.”

With a big smile on his face, Kirk gestured for me to come closer. I started to get out of my desk chair when I realized that my semi hard-on was visible through my pants. I lowered myself back down and scooted the chair toward them.

Too late, though. Kirk noticed the bulge and elbowed his boyfriend. “Told ya.” With my chair about a foot away from their bed, he handed me the whipped cream. “Try it.”

I was still confused, but I was curious, too. I popped off the cap and angled it toward my mouth.

“Woah! What are you doing?” Kirk said.

“I was just…” When I noticed Braxton’s open mouth, I realized my mistake. When he said “try it,” he didn’t want me to eat the cream. He wanted me to join in on feeding Braxton. The realization scared me a little. I was joining in on some sexual kink that I still didn’t understand. I guess I was open to it, though.

I pushed the can toward Braxton, but he stopped me. “Actually, if you’d prefer to have some yourself, we’d be okay with that, too. Right, Kirk?”

Kirk thought for a second, then smiled. “Why not? Could be fun.”

I thought that meant he wanted me to spray some of it into my mouth, but instead, he grabbed the can out of my hands and pressed the nozzle against my lips.

More warmth rushed to my dick. Why was this turning me on so much?!

Kirk held the back of my head and I started to suck. The cream filled my mouth and my cheeks bulged out. At first, I wasn’t ready to swallow. Then I did. He sprayed in more, and I swallowed that, too.

Then he pulled the can away from my face and handed it to Braxton.

Braxton leaned forward on the bed, his belly filling his lap, and he squirted more whipped cream in my mouth. “This is fun!” he told his boyfriend.

“Tell me about it,” Kirk replied as he pulled out the next packet of Oreos.

When Braxton pulled the can away, Kirk slid an Oreo between my lips. Then Braxton sprayed again. They went back and forth for a while, alternating so quickly that I was having trouble keeping up.

I’m not sure how long it lasted. (This whole experience could’ve been minutes or hours. I couldn’t tell.) But before the can was empty, Braxton stopped and said, “My turn again!”

He waited for me to take back the can, which I did. Then Kirk and I worked together to fill him up just like they’d done to me.

Somehow, my confusion at what we were doing only made everything hotter. Pretty soon, the cream was finished. The Oreos were gone. And the three of us just sat there, feeling a sense of achy satisfaction that reminded me of the first few minutes after sex.

“What did we just do?” I had to ask.

“Just a snack,” Kirk said. “We were about to head down to the cafeteria for our real lunch if you wanna join us?”

I looked at my phone. I had class in twenty minutes. I’d never skipped classes before. I opened my mouth to refuse, but instead, the word “okay” came out of my mouth.

Braxton kissed Kirk on the cheek, leaving a streak of whipped cream. “Let’s go. I’m starved.”

***

Kirk strutted into the dorm room with two grocery bags filled with god-knows-what. Probably more donuts because he knew how much I liked them.

“You are such a bad influence,” I said from my desk. “You know I have class soon.”

Braxton waddled into the room behind his boyfriend. “More for me then!”

“Dammit. Fine,” I gave in. “But this is the last time this week. I can’t miss any more lectures.” We knew that I wasn’t going to stick to that. I never did.

Three months into the semester, and I’d been to about half of my total classes. Maybe less. I was still keeping up with the assignments, but my work ethic had gone out the window, all because of our damn feeding sessions. They’d become an addiction. Our dorm room, covered with stains and filled with trash, was crime-scene evidence for how constant and messy those sessions were.

Kirk did all the shopping, and he seemed to be increasing the amount of snacks each time. At first, Braxton and I ate an equal amount. (Kirk never ate anything himself.) After a few weeks, though, I noticed that Braxton’s stomach had grown. I realized that if I kept going at his pace, I’d start gaining, too. I didn’t want that, so I pulled back a little, still stuffing myself but always stopping earlier than my fat roommate.

Outside of the dorms, the three of us started doing a lot of stuff together. We’d go to the movies, attend parties, and hit up the cafeteria (at least once a day). Even though I never joined in on the physical affection they showed each other (aside from giving Braxton occasional belly rubs), I really felt like we had become a throuple. I was always so much happier when at least one of them was around.

Kirk pulled our table to the middle of the room and unloaded today’s goodies. I was right about the donuts. He’d even gotten the ones with strawberry frosting! (I’d told him last week that those were my favorite.) He also had cinnamon rolls and (of course) cans of whipped cream.

I dutifully pulled my chair up to the table.

Braxton sat across from me, his belly pushing into the table. It had definitely grown in the last few weeks. Softened, too. It used to be more spherical, but it was seriously starting to droop.

“Who’s first?” Kirk asked grandly. He always asked that, and of course, he always chose his boyfriend. I didn’t mind.

But today, he turned to me and said, “You ready?”

I was both surprised and flattered. “Me first? Really?”

“You deserve it, bro,” Braxton said. “Kirk and I were talking this morning, and… Well, it’s been a fantasy for both of us to fatten up our straight college roommate. It’s kind of a dream come true.”

I gulped. Two things about that surprised me. The first was that they still thought I was straight. Yeah, I still hadn’t come out to them, but everything about me—from my clothes to my voice to my fashion sense—should’ve tipped them off.

And the other thing, the bigger thing, was that they thought they were fattening me up. No! I was still the same skinny guy. Braxton was getting fatter, not me.

“Guys, I’m not…”

“You’re not straight?” Kirk interrupted. “I knew it.” He turned to Braxton and held out his hand. “Pay up.”

Braxton grumbled as he pulled out his wallet and handed Kirk a five-dollar bill.

“You were betting on me?”

“Dude! It’s all good. We just have terrible gaydar. That’s all.” Kirk slapped his fat boyfriend on the back. “I mean, I thought this homo was straight right up until he went down on me at a debate tournament. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Braxton blushed. “Let’s just start eating.”

“Wait!” I said, even though Kirk had already raised a donut toward me. “I’m not trying to get fat. I just like the eating part.”

“Really?” Braxton said, squeezing the fat roll that had recently formed under his chest. “You’d like it.”

“No. I'm not... interested in that part. That’s why I’m not, you know, eating as much as you.”

Braxton and Kirk exchanged a long look between them. Then they both turned back toward me.

“Have you seen yourself lately?” Kirk asked.

“I…”

“Take off your shirt, man,” he encouraged.

Two months ago, I would’ve said no. I probably would’ve mumbled something and left the room. But I felt so close to my roommates now. Plus, I was confident that they were wrong. I might’ve gained a couple pounds, but I still fit into all my clothes.

I stood up and stripped off my shirt. “See? Still skinny.”

Braxton stared at my bare stomach. “Sorta. I think you’re skinny-fat now.”

Smiling, Kirk walked toward me. Without saying anything, he grabbed me by the waist and squeezed.

I gulped. For the first time, there was something to squeeze.

I looked down and saw his fingers gripping rolls of fat on my sides. Love handles.

Still not speaking, he grabbed the skin under my belly button and squeezed that, too. More fat.

They were right. These feeding sessions had coated me in fat. My overall shape hadn’t changed, but I’d gotten soft.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t realize…”

“Why?” Kirk said. His hands still played with my belly fat.

“Because I don’t wanna get fat. I like the way I look.”

Slowly, he slid his palms up my stomach before stopping at my chest. With his eyes locked on mine, he squeezed into my pecs. Except, they weren’t really pecs now. They were bulges of fat.

I trembled a little. That felt good.

“Why?” he asked again.

“Because I don’t want… I…”

He kissed me.

God.

Braxton must’ve gotten out of the chair, because he was suddenly behind me, his fingers tracing the slight creases just above my love handles. He kissed my neck.

“You can’t stop now,” Braxton whispered into my ear. His belly was pressed into my back. “Now that we know you’re not straight, imagine how much more fun we can have.”

Kirk pulled back. “And imagine how big we can make you.”

I didn’t say anything. I allowed them both to push me back into my chair. Kirk and Braxton joined me at the table.

These two were definitely a bad influence on me, but I couldn’t fight it anymore. I opened my mouth and waited for the first donut.

***

I was at my laptop, listening to my professor drone on about Charles Dickens again. Now that I’d switched to 100% online lessons, my classes were so much easier. I could set my own pace (more or less) and since I was in the comfort of our own apartment, I could graze on snacks as much as I wanted.

I reached into my potato chip bag for another handful, but all I got were crumbles on my fingers. I’d need Kirk to get me another bag.

Before I could ask him, I felt him surprise me from behind, kiss my cheek, and place a fresh bag in my lap. Somehow, he always knew.

“Thanks, babe.”

“Is the lecture almost over?” he asked.

“Forty more minutes.”

“Really? We can’t wait that long. Can’t you…”

“Ugh. Fine.” I made sure that my mic was on mute (it was) and pushed myself out of my chair. The lecture would continue without me. I’m sure I wasn’t missing much. I was going to graduate in a month, so it really didn’t matter if I missed one more lecture.

Kirk grabbed my hand and led me into our living room.

Braxton was waiting on the couch, shirtless as always. He smiled up at us, not at all surprised that Kirk had convinced me to skip out on another lecture.

He looked particularly handsome today. His latest cluster of stretchmarks had finally faded, leaving faint pink trails from his lower belly all the way up to his under-moob roll. Sure, his moobs had gotten a bit mismatched, with one angled more to the side, but with nipples as big as potatoes, how could anyone complain?

One day, I’d catch up to him. Probably not for a while, of course. 400+ was a pretty heft goal, but one day. I had the determination.

He patted the space next to him on the couch. “Ready?”

“Always,” I said as I flopped my fat ass onto the cushion. Kirk pushed the table closer to us. It was covered with platters of lasagna and spaghetti. No utensils, of course. Now that we lived off-campus, we could get as messy as we wanted, and of course Kirk wanted us to get really messy.

He took a second to glance back and forth at his two massive lovers, smiling at what we’d both become. “I love you,” he said, talking to us both. Equally.

Braxton grabbed the front of my shirt to help me strip it off. At his size, he couldn’t really angle his body toward me. I ended up pulling it off myself.

“Trace,” he said, “you’re beautiful.”

“I know.” Yeah, he outweighed me by 130 pounds, and he looked so much more massive than me, but we loved each other too much to compare. He was beautiful, and so was I.

“Alright, dudes!” Kirk said. “Dig in!”

Braxton scooped up a handful of lasagna while I went straight for the spaghetti, allowing tomato sauce to ooze down my chubby arm.

Kirk, still as slim as ever, climbed in next to me and started playing with my belly. That always kept me motivated.

And through the door into the other room, I could see my laptop. My professor’s face was still there, talking about something unimportant. I had better things to think about.

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[nitewrighter]

Snow White and the Fae Co-Op

Part Two: Farcical Aquatic Ceremony

Part One

Oh jeez, you followed me out here? You're really hung up on Snow, huh? I mean that's not that surprising. Kind of part of the whole Princess-Messiah effect. Look, there's not much I can tell you about what happened immediately after. Me and my guys mind our business, when we can. But Snow did tell me about it, so if you don't mind the secondhand... did you see what I did there? Because I'm smoking? No, I'm not putting it out. You followed me out here.

Okay, so, to continue:

Snow was raised by the Evil Queen. Except not really because Evil Queen had better shit to do, probably. So Snow was raised by some well-meaning but not-super-affectionate nursemaids. Then there was a short period where she was being tutored alongside the Evil Queen's will-be-cupbearer-in-like-2-or-3 years. The pretty prince boy that Evil Queen took from Damp Kingdom. They tolerated each other.

You ever notice how kids will kind of... just awkwardly stand around each other when you put kids with like, 3 or 4 year age differences together? Like they could both be perfectly smart, normally-developed kids, but they're still weird around each other because they're at different developmental stages? Except now pepper in the fact that they're both incredibly fucked up by the fact that they're both basically political hostages. Their very existence is conditional. And Snow didn't even know how fucked she was, but growing up watching this other kid, she became very aware from a very young age, that she was in a fucked-up situation. So this other kid kind of traumatized her just by existing, but also he's the only other person who knows what she's going through. So there was this very weird 'shared resonance' between them but neither of them could really articulate it so you're basically stuck with two scared shitless kids standing next to each other and neither of them wants to talk about what they're going through because both are at very different stages for processing and articulating what they're going through.

To be honest, I don't really 'get it' but that's how Snow explained it to me. I'm still trying to figure out what she saw in the guy. He's a chickenshit. If he really cared about her, he would have come with her out here, but he didn't, and now everything's rotten and on fire. So here we are, and fuck him.

Okay getting sidetracked. You don't care about him, you care about Snow. Obviously. So, Snow grows up, and it's kind of clear, from early on, that Snow is human, but she's like... a human isotope, does that make sense? Like, yes, she is this element, but there is something more than and less than human in her, and that's kind of par for the course for someone who has been Chosen By The Deep End Fae For Nebulous, Miraculous, World-Changing Shit.

The more Snow grows up, the more Snow becomes a person, the more the Evil Queen becomes aware that there's a lot more than 'person' going on with this kid. The more she registers Snow as a threat.

And to be fair, she was right to.

Over the years the Evil Queen did try to form Snow in her own image--it couldn't be that hard, right? I mean the Fae literally jammed her heart into this fucking baby. Except... no. That's not what’s happening here. And the Fae are very very good at extremely personal 'Fuck you's,' so I need to give you an idea of what the Evil Queen is seeing in Snow.

It's very easy to hate someone you see your own weaknesses in, you see your own worst qualities reflected in someone else, except what if there was someone who was basically made in a lab to be everything you wish you were, slash everything you knew you could never be, and everyone fucking loved her for it.

The kindness you carved out of yourself years ago to survive, she has it and it makes people fawn over her and say, 'Oh the poor captive princess who's so very pretty.'

The tears that you desiccated out of yourself years ago bubble out of her like a goddamn Studio Ghibli character, and instead of the world mashing her into the dirt at that first sight of weakness like it's supposed to, it curls around her and goes, "Oh poor, poor, beautiful Princess."

The childish songs and dances and laughs and smiles that this world burned out of you are right there in her, and everyone laughs and sings and dances with her.

Everything you hated and cut out of yourself to survive lives and thrives in her, and the world cheers for it. The birds sing for it. The flowers bloom for it. The trees lower branches laden with fruit for it.

Hoof, I just made myself shudder.

But... yeah. The Evil Queen was already this Rube Goldberg machine of coping mechanisms to begin with, but seeing all that shit with Snow... I can't really fault her that it broke something in her.

And the Evil Queen still has the mirror with sight beyond sight, too, except just as ol' Mosscloak warned her, that gift is rotting in her hands.

Okay so, algorithms right? Algorithms need information input to shape themselves, BUT! It's very easy for them to get racist, right? They shape themselves to human biases. And also if it's getting a certain dataset for a certain amount of time, it will eventually train itself to do fucked up shit, because an algorithm doesn't actually reflect intelligence and reasoning and higher aspirations, it reflects human defaults, human assumptions, and human "Whatever I have to do to save effort" bullshit.

That's basically what happened with the Magic Mirror. Incredible cosmic power, incredible Fae vision and wisdom, but it was shaped more and more by human pettiness.

'oough why are you talking about tidepools and carcinization and isotopes and algorithms you're supposed to be magical and mysterious and shit.' Fuck off. I like reading. Snow taught me how to read. There hasn't been a lot to do but read.

Anyway, the information demands from the Queen basically amount to, "Tell me how Snow is my enemy" and from the Magic Mirror you basically get the Google AI results of:

Snow is totally your enemy! These are the Top 5 reasons why:

She's pretty

People like her

She's going to take everything you've ever built from you.

Cut her heart out. Kill her.

Kill her, you pussy.

Except the Queen is smart enough to know that's bullshit too, she knows that's a trap. She knows killing Snow will probably kill her too, because Snow is literally the vessel of her heart, so she hustles down to her Jury-Rigged Fuck-Fae-Deals Alchemy Witch Lab and she gets to work.

And then you smash cut to Snow, and she's a teenager now, and she's just sitting by a well like "Gee, Well, I'm just feeling real low what with this whole 'being a political prisoner for my entire childhood' thing." And this next part is boring so I'm going to skip over it--

Jeez, look, Snow always told this part better than me so it's better if--

Really? Tch--You're insatiable.

So, okay, I know the story says the evil queen dressed the Princess in rags and hid her away, but that's really more of human distortion and, unfortunately, general masses not really understanding that there's actually a very clear hierarchy in noble households.

The Evil Queen kept Snow as a Lady in Waiting, though, effectively, she was meant to be in more or less the same position as Prince Damp Kingdom as a cup-bearer and harp player: Human hood ornaments. Symbols of the Queen's conquest and power and how everything is hunky dory with her in charge.

But have you ever put together a cute outfit, and then you put a hat on the outfit, and then the hat distracts from the whole outfit and you're like, "This outfit would be complete if I was a Hat Person but I am not a Hat Person."

Snow is the Hat, but also the Evil Queen refuses to admit that she is not a Hat Person.

So I mean, all things considered Snow was pretty clean and well-kept during her stint in the palace, but of course she understood that she was in this very intense balancing act where she knew the more that people loved her, the more danger that put her in with the Queen. So she.... needed to take breaks where she could. She needed to stare down into a dark hole full of water, apparently.

Okay, so Snow is by the well right? And she's mindlessly singing into it, and she's hearing a voice harmonizing with her, and harp music playing too, but she kind of assumes its her own imagination. Snow has a... funky effect on reality, a funky relationship to it, and it kind of freaks her out. You know how judges can bang a gavel and suddenly something is law? Imagine if you could change something about the world just because you were sad about something or kind of horny for a little too long, just because you wanted something badly enough, the rules are briefly broken. Snow's broken rules before, and she doesn't trust that shit. The only other magic she's seen has been brief glimpses of the Evil Queen's mirror and her fucked up Faerie-law-circmventing alchemy, both are driven and warped by willpower, so... it's only natural that Snow fears her own.

Snow doesn't trust herself. Song is... a safer form for these things. It gives them body and ritual but lets them disperse. Keeps them contained. Look, I can't explain all the rules because I don't know all the rules. All I got is rocks singing to me, okay? But she's singing and she hears... accompaniment, and she doesn't really think anything of it because she knows her will can change her own perception, at the very least.

Also like, a shit-ton of finches have shown up, but that's fine, birds are fine, they're just hanging out.

The song she's singing is mostly just vocalizations at first, but gradually those are turning into words, those words into wants, and then theres another voice harmonizing along with her own, so equal in loneliness she thinks its an echo, rendered deeper by the distortions of the well, but then its punctuated by the pluck of harp strings, and she thinks, maybe that's just her imagination. But then she sees a shadow behind her in her reflection in the well, her singing abruptly steers into a short yelp, and she immediately throws an elbow behind herself and catches Prince Damp Kingdom hard across the face and kaboonnng his harp clatters on the ground and he's covering his nose and he's muffling a very unprincely, "Oh shit--" into his hands and Snow is saying, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, you scared me--"

And he's still muffling his voice through his hands as he's trying to stem his bloody nose like, "No, I misread that--I didn't mean to--owww-fuck--"

And Snow's like, "Let me see."

And the Prince goes, "It's fine, I'm fine," even though you can see blood on his chin now and this is all kind of a comedy of errors of royal politeness

And Snow insists, "Let me see," and the Prince immediately drops his hands because, as I've said, Snow has that effect on people and then Snow's hands fly over her own mouth.

"Is it bad?" says the Prince, his voice already nasally from swelling.

"Um," Snow fishes a kerchief from one of her tie-on pockets, "I can--um..." she dabs his face and the kerchief is pretty much immediately sodden with his blood, and she withdraws her hand with the kerchief as he tilts his head up to stem the blood more, and he kind of catches her in the corner of his eye, the way his own blood-sodden handkerchief matches the tint of her lips and the scarlet of her hair net studded with pearls, except she's pulling this teeth-gritting wincing "Eeeee..." face. And there's a beat and she just says, "I'm so sorry," again.

"S'fine..." Prince Damp Kingdom manages as she fishes another kerchief from her other tie-on pocket and hands it to him because she's scared she broke his nose and doesn't want to touch it, "Sorry for... scaring you?"

He kind of hopes that he caught an elbow to the face because he scared her, because the alternative is she hates him, because they've both been in this messed-up situation since basically both of them were in diapers, and what the hell has he been doing about it? He's the older kid, so what the hell has he been doing to figure out how to get them both the hell out of there? The whole world's eyes have been on both of them, the poor poor beautiful Snow White, Princess-Messiah, Chosen One Who Will Liberate 3 Kingdoms From the Grasp of the Wicked Queen If She Doesn't Get Fucking Murdered First... and Prince Chickenshit of the Dishwater Hair from Damp Kingdom... who is just... standing there... with his stupid fucking cup or his stupid fucking harp and isn't doing anything to help her.

Which, like, is what I've been saying.

But Snow would tell me I'm not being fair. Snow would say, "But that's the point, even if he was the older kid, he was still a kid."

And then she would get on with the story. Again, she told this story better than me.

So Snow says to the Prince, "Yes--I--I know--I mean, I'm sorry," and then to stop them from basically falling into a feedback loop of 'sorry's' she adds, "I'm just... kind of on edge these days."

"Is there anything I can do?" he says automatically, his voice now muffled beneath hand and more-slowly-soaking-with-blood kerchief and she gives him a polite but crinkle-browed smile and he's kind of gutted in this moment because he becomes immediately aware that she came to the conclusion that He Cannot Help Her in Any Significant Way a long time ago. And that's kind of fucked up, because she's younger than him, but also she Knows Mysterious Things and the world reacts strangely to her, so that's doubly gutting. Snow is the main fucking character, she is terrible and glorious purpose, and he has no impact on her story.

But then he remembers that song, the song she was singing that drew him out here, that drew his own song out, how fucking lonely it was, so he's not going to give up.

"I mean," he backtracks, "Why are you on edge?"

And something flickers across her face because like, she's used to being this beautiful and distant thing to people. More of a concept than a person, a beautiful story of a sad princess, hands clasped together with fingers interlaced in a tower.

"Let's--Let's get your nose looked at first, okay?" she manages, before taking the elbow of his free arm. She glances at his harp clattered on the ground and picks that up, too. "Come on," and she tugs him forward and he stumbles along with her, trying to negotiate stemming the blood from his nose with the jostling of his own footsteps while trying not to fuck up his own cartilage further. The finches trail after them follow in their bickering, zippy, chaotic way.

Well, this is ash. Do you want to go in?

[i-cant-sing]

I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

-

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

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real love, baby - chapter two

Billy Hargrove x female! reader

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Summary:

You have another talk with Billy, and remember your first time together.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), Pregnancy, angst, talk of abortions, p in v, fingering, oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N:

I’m so excited you guys are digging this series 💕 Thank you so much for your support!

6 Weeks Pregnant

Being pregnant was weird. You were only six weeks along, but it felt like so much had changed already. Your period never came, obviously, which was honestly a welcome change. You got sick regularly, which was much less welcome. Your boobs hurt and were definitely bigger. You were so bloated your jeans didn’t even fit anymore. And you were crying over everything.

Especially Billy. You cried over him so hard that night you made yourself sick, your face and eyes red and your head aching. You knew it was a possibility that he wouldn’t stick around, but the things he had said to you…that he wanted you to get an abortion and wouldn’t be there at all. You were really on your own. You couldn’t expect someone else to be a dad in his place.

How were you supposed to do this with no help? No money, no job, not even done with high school. You knew your parents wouldn’t help. You dreaded them finding out, knowing it wouldn’t go well. At least you could hide it for a while longer.

You couldn’t even let your parents find out about you getting sick, because then they’d want to take you to the doctor before you could stay home from school. So instead you dragged your weary body to school, enduring the stares and whispers from your classmates.

At least you had Eddie. Eddie, who never left your side and stood up for you any time someone had the guts to say something to your face. The whole school assumed he was the father, anyway. Eddie didn’t mind. And it’s not like you could correct them. Billy still acted like he didn’t know you.

Carol and her bitch friends were the worst. You hated them. They were constantly staring at you, whispering and giggling to each other as they popped their bubblegum and twirled their hair. Their fake sweet voices as they taunted you - “How’s the baby?” “Aww, are you still feeling sick? I heard that goes away in the second trimester.” “Is Eddie excited to be a daddy?”

You wanted to punch them in their stupid smug faces. Maybe if they knew who the father really was, they’d have less to say.

Sometimes you thought about telling them. You thought about rubbing it in their faces, throwing Billy to the wolves and letting the whole school know yeah, Billy Hargrove fucked The Freak.

Their speculations about Eddie weren’t entirely unfounded, but they didn’t know that. There was nothing romantic between you and Eddie, but you had lost your virginities to each other around a year ago. It was more of a You’re my best friend and I trust you kind of situation rather than a passionate, romantic one. And you hadn’t done it again. It had been incredibly awkward the next day. And he was most definitely not this baby’s father.

You examined your body in the mirror every morning, wondering when you’d start to see a change. You would splay your hand across your stomach, affectionately almost. You admitted you were growing attached to the little baby growing inside. That’s why you couldn’t agree to an abortion. You somehow felt love for the tiny little guy already.

The next time you interacted with Billy, it was days after he found out. You were headed out of school to meet Eddie again when he pulled you aside beside the school. He looked around, making sure no one was anywhere within eyesight.

“So?” He said, whispering urgently.

You looked at him confused, your eyebrows furrowed. “So, what?”

He huffed a humorless laugh, looking away from you like he couldn’t believe you. “Are you getting the abortion? I told you I’d pay for it. I’ll take you, whatever. I’ll take care of it.”

You shook your head. “Billy, no. I don’t want an abortion.”

Billy stared at you like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said. He rubbed his hands over his face, frustrated. When he looked at you again, he looked pissed. “Come on, man. Don’t fuckin’ do this.”

“Don’t fucking do what?” You asked, keeping your voice down even though you were exasperated. “It’s my body. It’s my baby.”

Billy leaned forward. “It’s our baby,” he hissed, “Remember? I have a say in this too.”

“But you don’t get to tell me to have an abortion!” You huffed a disbelieving laugh. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“You don’t understand what this is going to do to me,” he said. “It’s going to ruin my reputation-“

“As if mine isn’t already ruined,” you said angrily. “It always has been.”

“It’s going to ruin my chances of getting out of here and going home to California,” he continued without missing a beat. “And- you have no idea how my dad is going to react.”

You looked at him. You didn’t know anything about Billy’s family, he never offered any of that information. All you knew was he had a little sister at the middle school he drove home most days. You realized you didn’t know much about Billy’s life at all.

“I mean- we can get through this. If you help me, we can be okay.”

Billy laughed again, the kind of laugh that sent chills through your body and made you feel sick to your stomach. “There is no we. If you don’t want the abortion, you’re on your own. So think hard about it.”

He turned and left then, leaving you standing alone. Again.

Before

It was your average day at school - hell. You were ready to get home and away from all these people, to work on your D&D campaign with Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant.

The hallway was deserted as you grabbed your stuff from your locker - you liked to linger in the library until most of your classmates had already left. Your guard was completely down, so it made you jump when you heard someone call your name from behind you.

You turned to see Billy Hargrove of all people. He was pretty new to Hawkins and already the most popular guy in school. You had never interacted with him before, so you were confused as to what he’d want from you.

“Hey,” he said with a cocky smirk as you faced him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Um…hi?” You said. You looked around the hall, seeing if Carol or Tommy or Tina were hiding somewhere, setting you up.

“I was thinking you might want to go out with me sometime?” He asked, suave smile on his face.

“Me?” You asked, eyebrows raised. “Go out with you?”

Billy chuckled, looking away before his eyes landed back on you. “Yeah. Maybe we could go for a drive?”

You looked around again. “Now?”

“Sure,” he said. “Or I could pick you up tonight.”

You stared at him. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he said with a laugh. He moved closer, placing a hand on the locker next to your head and leaning in closer to you. “Do you not know how hot you are?”

You blushed furiously. No one had ever called you hot before, least of all someone like Billy. In fact, Carol and her friends made fun of you daily and called you a Freak. “Uh…well, I have D&D stuff right now, so…”

Billy laughed again, then gave you his best charming smile. “I’ll pick you up at 7 then?”

Your heart beat wildly in your chest. This felt like a bad idea. It felt like you were being set up. But at the same time…you did have a crush on Billy, just like every other girl in school. You just never thought he’d give you the time of day. You usually saw him lingering around Tina.

“Okay,” you said, voice nearly a whisper. “7 is good.”

Billy smirked, pleased with himself, as you tore a piece of notebook paper and wrote your address. He took it between his pointer and middle finger, holding it up as he walked backwards away from you. “See you then, princess.” Then he turned and left.

You were still reeling from the interaction when you met Eddie at his van. He could tell immediately that something was up.

“What happened?” He asked as you climbed into the passenger seat of his van.

You turned towards him. “Billy Hargrove just asked me out.”

Eddie stared at you, before he started laughing. “Okay, yeah, right.” He started the van, the engine coming to life.

“I’m serious,” you said as he backed out of the parking lot. “He came up to me in the hallway and asked me out. I told him I had Hellfire stuff right now and he asked if he could pick me up at 7.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment. He glanced over at you. “You’re serious?”

“Yes!” You laughed. “I couldn’t believe it either.”

He let out a rush of air. “You’re sure he wasn’t fucking with you?”

“It didn’t seem like it. He…called me hot.”

“Well, you are hot,” Eddie laughed. “At least someone besides me finally recognized it.”

You laughed, pushing lightly at Eddie’s shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Are you going to go out with him?”

You thought for a moment. “I mean, yeah, I guess so. I gave him my address and told him 7 was okay.”

Eddie hummed. “I just…be careful, okay? You know his reputation. I don’t want him to use you and have to see you hurt.”

You smiled at your best friend. “I know. My expectations are low.”

He laughed, reaching over to pat you on the leg. “Just take care of yourself. And tell me everything tomorrow.”

When Eddie dropped you off at home after Hellfire, it was already 6pm. You sprinted upstairs to your room, thankful that your parents still weren’t home. It was probably date night, or whatever.

You changed out of your jeans and t-shirt from school and rummaged through your closet for something cute to wear. Most of your wardrobe consisted of jeans and band shirts, to be fair. Finally you landed on a cute sundress, black with flowers on it. It fell to mid thigh on you, something a little sexier than you usually felt comfortable wearing.

You went into your en suite bathroom, plugging in your curling iron. You quickly did some light makeup while waiting for it to heat up, then you styled some light curls in your hair. By the time you were done, it was almost 7.

You went downstairs and sat on the couch, nervous as hell as you waited. It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door, and you jumped up, fixing your hair to perfection as you approached the front door. You opened it to see Billy standing there, having changed since you saw him at school. He wore a button up shirt with nearly half the buttons undone and showing off his toned chest, a necklace laying between his pectoral muscles. He had on his signature tight jeans and black boots. His curly hair looked perfect, like he had gone home and nervously styled it just like you had.

“Wow,” he said, giving you his most charming smile. “You look beautiful.”

You blushed, smiling back at him. “Thank you. You look handsome.”

Billy laughed, then held his hand out for you. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” you said, trying your best not to sound as nervous as you felt. You took his hand as he led you out of the house, closing and locking the front door behind you. He escorted you to his Camaro, opening the passenger door for you and helping you in. He started the car and began driving.

He turned the radio on, Metallica playing over the speakers. You smiled at the music choice - “I love Metallica,” you said.

“Really?” Billy raised his eyebrows at you with a smile. “Good taste.”

You enjoyed the music as he drove, the evening already turning the skies dark. He drove until he turned down a dirt road, eventually coming up on Lover’s Lake and killing the engine.

Billy turned to you. “I thought we could spend some time out here…where no one will bother us.”

You were nervous. You knew couples only went to Lover’s Lake to make out, and usually more. Eddie was the only guy you’d ever kissed or had sex with.

Billy leaned towards you, his hand coming up to gently push a lock of hair behind your ear. “You really are beautiful, you know that?”

You blushed again, smiling as you turned away from him. “I don’t think that’s true.”

He cupped the side of your face with his large hand, turning your head to look at him. “You are. I wouldn’t just say that.” He leaned forward until his lips were brushing yours, butterflies going wild in your stomach and your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. “You’re one of the hottest girls I’ve ever seen.”

He pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn’t believe what was happening. Billy Hargrove was kissing you. His lips worked against yours expertly, nothing like the awkward, messy kisses with Eddie. His tongue slipped between your lips, insistently pressing against yours. You weren’t as experienced as him so you followed his lead, letting him control the kiss.

He kissed the corner of your lips then down your jaw and to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin there. You’d never felt that before. Your eyes closed and you moaned, feeling Billy’s smirk against your neck.

His hands felt you up over your dress, sliding up your bare thigh then caressing up your side until he was pawing at your tits. The way he moved was so hungry and primal, it made you dizzy.

“Billy,” you moaned, and he nearly growled, biting harder on your neck. His left hand moved back to your thigh and slid up your dress until he was playing with the band of your panties. You gasped when he traced his fingers over your clothed pussy, the material wet from your excitement.

“Already wet for me, huh princess?” He mumbled, fingers rubbing your core over your panties, making you shudder under his touch. His hand moved up to slip beneath them, and you gasped again at the feeling of his calloused fingers against your bare pussy. He rubbed between your folds, fingertips circling your clit. Your back arched against the seat, a high pitched moan accidentally slipping past your lips.

“Feel good?” He asked, his voice low. “You look so pretty like this.” His fingertips moved down, prodding at your entrance. You gripped onto his arm, like you might fall away if you didn’t have something to hold onto.

He pushed a finger inside, pumping it into you slowly. It wasn’t long before he added his second finger, curling them deep inside you and pressing against a spot that had your legs shaking. “Billy,” you moaned again, head falling back against the headrest.

He continued thrusting his fingers inside, his thumb rubbing against your clit. You felt pleasure rising in your belly, your thighs shaking around his arm as he brought you higher and higher. “C’mon, baby,” he muttered against your ear. “Cum for me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and you came around his fingers, crying out his name and squeezing your eyes closed as the pleasure tore through your body. When Billy removed his fingers you were sad at the loss, but your eyes went wide when he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. Fuck.

“Why don’t we get in the backseat?” He said, kissing you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, which was strange.

“O…kay,” you said, climbing into the back with your shaking limbs. He crawled back behind you, maneuvering through the seats with a bit more difficulty. In the back he wasted no time grabbing onto you, pushing your dress up as he kissed you hard again.

Your head was spinning as he pushed your dress up and up, pulling it over your head and tossing it onto the floor. You were grateful you’d chosen a cute black lace matching bra and panties set, because Billy seemed to approve. You decided to make a bold move and unbutton the rest of his shirt, his hands sliding up your back and undoing your bra with the kind of ease only experience brings. You tried not to think about that right now.

He slid your panties down your legs, feeling the smooth skin as he slid his hands up your body. Then he reached for his own belt buckle, undoing it and his jeans and pushing them down just enough along with his boxers.

Your eyes widened again as his cock sprung free, long and hard and thick with precum leaking from his red tip. He had been straining against his clothes for a while, cock aching to be touched. He looked at you.

“Do you wanna suck it?” He asked, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. He slowly stroked himself, watching you the entire time.

“I’ve never…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, blush rising to your cheeks as you admitted just how inexperienced you were.

“That’s okay, princess,” he said, suave as ever. “Do you wanna try?”

You did. He looked so good like this, you wanted a taste. He smirked as you leaned forward and replaced his fist with your own, your tongue coming out to lick the precum from his tip. He groaned, which encouraged you to keep going.

You sucked at his tip, and he rested his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to take more. You sunk farther down on his cock, your mouth stretched wide as you did your best to take all of him. You gagged and coughed around him when he bucked his hips up into your mouth unexpectedly.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, voice strained. “Just felt so good.”

That gave you the confidence to keep going, your lips stretched around his girth as you began bobbing your head along his length. He tightened his grip on your hair, guiding you up and down the way he liked. The groans coming from him were so hot, it made you want to do even better for him.

You pulled off of him and licked all along his shaft, worshipping his cock, making a mess on him. The way he moaned let you know you were doing a good job and he loved this, loved when you sucked his cock all messy like that.

“That’s so good, princess, you’re doing amazing,” he praised you. You never thought you’d like being praised so much but it did something to you, and you enveloped him in your mouth again, taking his massive cock all the way down your throat until your nose was pressed against his base. Billy let out a strangled moan before he was pulling you off of him.

You looked at him confused - you thought you’d been doing a good job. You felt embarrassed until he said “That was too good, baby. Didn’t wanna cum in your mouth…at least not this time.”

He moved over you, making you lay back on the seat, the leather cool against your skin. He grabbed your hips and pulled until you were flat on your back and exactly how he wanted you. Your legs spread, he looked down at your pussy, licking his lips as he took in the view.

“I wanna taste that pussy next time,” he said, “but for now I need to be inside you.”

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He opened it and pulled out a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth. You watched as he slid the condom onto his cock, so hard and flushed with his desire.

He traced his dick through your folds, collecting your slick on the condom. Then you felt his thick tip prodding at your entrance. You held onto his arm as he pushed inside, stretching you out intensely. Your back arched off the seat, a long whine coming from your lips as he pushed in deeper and deeper, seemingly endlessly. It felt like his cock went on forever.

When he was buried to the hilt, he shuddered, the feeling of your tight pussy nearly pushing him over the edge immediately. He wasn’t about to let that happen - it had never happened before and he wasn’t about to start now. He pulled back and thrusted into you, pulling another whine from you.

“Feel good, princess?” He asked, leaning over you as he set a steady pace, burying his face in your neck as he bit and sucked at the skin there again.

“You’re so big,” you whined, fingernails digging into his shoulders. “So so big.”

Billy chuckled, his hips speeding up as he slammed into you harder. Your eyes rolled back in your head - you’d never been fucked like this before. With Eddie it had been slow, awkward and sweet, but this was anything but. “Feels good though, yeah?”

“Yes,” you moaned. The car was rocking, the windows fogged up from the heat you were creating together. You knew if anyone came by, like Hopper, they’d know exactly what you were up to. The idea made your cheeks heat in embarrassment, but the pleasure was so good you didn’t really care.

Billy dug his fingers tighter into your hips, fucking you hard and fast. Soft grunts came from him with every thrust, his eyes falling closed before he forced them open again, watching your tits bounce as he fucked you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned. “Fucking perfect. Perfect little pussy, so tight and hot and wet, taking me so good. You’re a natural, baby.”

His praise had you getting even wetter, pussy clenching around his cock which made his hips stutter. “Billy,” you moaned again and again, “Billy Billy Billy-“

It was stroking his ego, the way you were falling apart on his cock. He hadn’t even touched you yet, you were this pathetic and needy with nothing but his cock inside you. Knowing it would give you the final push you needed, he moved one hand from your hip and rubbed quick circles over your clit.

He was right, and you came hard, pussy throbbing around his dick as your back arched and you saw stars, calling Billy’s name over and over and over again as you came.

Billy had a smug smile on his face, he couldn’t believe how easy you had fallen apart for him. He fucked into you hard a few more times, grunting hard with every thrust until he stilled inside you, filling the condom with his cum as he groaned your name. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

When both of you had caught your breath, he pulled out of you, pulling the condom off and throwing it somewhere outside. He collapsed onto the seat next to you, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He handed you your clothes and you awkwardly put them back on as he tucked himself back away and re-buttoned his shirt.

You weren’t sure what would happen next. You felt a little uncomfortable, wondering what this meant for you and Billy. He climbed back into the front seat once he was dressed and you followed, settling back in the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt. Billy started the car, pulling out of the spot and beginning the drive back to your house.

It was silent in the car on the way home, besides his music blaring from the speakers. You didn’t think he’d hear you even if you tried to speak. He finally turned it down when he reached your house, pulling to a stop out front. He turned to you then.

“Can we keep this between us?” He asked, looking at you for the first time since you’d finished.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You know, keep it between us. Don’t tell anyone.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It just…wouldn’t be good for me, if this got out. But I do want to see you again.”

You were shocked, and a little hurt. But you didn’t know what else to say. “Okay.”

Billy smiled at you then. “Good.” He leaned forward and kissed you one more time. “I’ll pick you up this weekend?”

“Sure,” you said. Then you climbed out of the car, walking up the front walkway to the front door. Your parents were still gone. You unlocked the door and closed and locked it again behind you before heading back upstairs to your room. You laid down on your bed, replaying the evening in your mind.

Eddie had been right to tell you to be careful.

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COMPOSITE CHART

Accuracy dependent on ENTIRE chart.

Gemini MC.

Indicates a couple that is a target of gossip. Good or bad.

Moon in 2nd.

Indicates a secure relationship. The two understand each other and provide for each other. Unless other prominent places indicate otherwise, jealously likely isn’t an issue.

Venus in 2nd.

Unless afflicted, this can show a couple that is making money together. They help each other in matters of career & finance. This is a good placement for business partnerships. In a romantic connection, they are very secure and likely sensual. The couple can indulge together. They wish to give each other exactly what the other desires - materialistically, emotionally and physically.

Ascendant in Pisces:

The couple can be very comfortable with each other. Understanding, kind and gentle with each other. Seeing the best in each other. Dreaming of a future together. The negative manifestation of this is romanticizing the image of each other and refusing to see the real version. This couple may tend to hide away their troubles to maintain the connection. This could result in a big blowup.

Sun in 6th.

Positive is this couple helps each other. They are very supportive of one another. The negative is if one person is giving more than the other. Over time one may feel they are being used. They may not always want to be playing “nurse/therapist/teacher role” in the relationship. The stress may make one feel they are obligated to stay & help this person.

However, if both are providing equally for one another, the connection will stay very strong. The couple will naturally begin to see each other as often as possible. Moving in fast (especially if there is a busy 4th house) is possible.

Moon in 11th.

The two may share similar beliefs and goals. Your way of thinking is similar. Regardless of what the connection is you two make good friends. You can be your true self around this person. You two may have shared mutual friends.

Lilith conjunct MC

You may create a reputation for being sexual & scandalous. Together, you may become outsiders in a way. Potentially, this could be toxic. However, that depends on the entire chart.

Examples:

A couple that goes out to parties a lot. They may drink & have a small argument one time in public. It will create a permanent reputation about them being toxic. People will assume the worst.

Public displays of affection could be a bit much (aka annoying couple making out & groping each other in line).

Pluto in 11th.

Gradually, big transformation is likely to happen throughout the relationship. Pluto is very slow moving, you may not realize the changes that are occurring until much later. In 11th, your long terms goals, social awareness, causes you believe in could change. The way you present yourself online could change as well. Friend groups could change. Increase or decrease.

Ex: When my friend broke up with her boyfriend, the mutual friend group decreased. It was highschool so petty shit. People gossiping & disrespectful “jokes” posted on their finstas. Getting mad at those who liked the “joke” post.

Venus in 5th.

Common interests & hobbies. Similar creative expression. For ex: you could both be into photography. Or both into gaming.

This a fun placement to have. There is likely a lot of joy and good memories together. You guys simply have so much together. This can make a couple very romantic & affectionate. You guys could find yourself doing “corny/cheesy” things that the old you thought you’d hate.

Synastry

❣️ Having someone else’s planets in your 7th isn’t always an indicator of a marriage partner. Especially when in the natal chart, you have planets in your first house. This is because of the opposition it creates.

Ex: An Aqua sun & rising friend I knew had a Leo sun partner. This created an opposition with their suns. Two egos clashing. Fought often, she says he was a “literal narcissist” and very controlling. He once texted her she was “a self obsessed bitch”.

❣️ Another note, if you have your 7th House ruler in first like her, be cautious of friends, partners & even business relationships with people who want to control and/or use you.

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my initial first-read thoughts for SOTR PART I: THE BIRTHDAY obviously there will be MAJOR SPOILERS under the cut but i hope u enjoy :)

chapter 01;

laundress Mrs. Abernathy i knew u were real. i felt u in my soul

“woah, a promotion!” he’s such a dick (affectionate)

i know white liquor has been mentioned in previous books but i find its’ emphasis here as a part of district 12 culture (especially for the labouring class) to be really interesting. it feel analogous to the rise of drinking culture amongst working-class britons amid the industrial revolution.

“I’m not much of a drinker myself,” suzanne im gonna kms

lenore dove having a fancy for colourful things... there are haydove / hayffie parallels everywhere for those with the eyes to see

the change in the Covey culture between tbosas and sotr feels very poignant

i predicted hair ribbon lenore dove idc

haymitch thinking clerk carmine hates love only to find out the man is secretly in a long-term relationship for fear of persecution... don't u worry baby that's gonna be u in a couple decades.

i am also taking credit for predicting pocketknife haymitch

another M name for maysilee's sister... i'm basically a prophet

"you two didn't have to dress up for me" he's a comedian ladies and gentlemen

AN ESCORT!!!!!!

haymitch not being the original draw... suzanne do u want me dead.

chapter 02;

i find haymitch's reluctance to act when faced with things he knows are wrong to be really interesting, especially compared to lenore dove's insistence on action. it's something that sets them apart from one another, whereas i've always felt the hesitation to act was something that haymitch and effie had in common.

parallels between haymitch putting himself between lenore dove and the peacekeeper vs. haymitch putting himself between katniss and the peacekeeper... that's sick.

plutarch appearance? these two divas and their generational beef.

"or some extra-horrible snappy way to die" literally the worst thing in the world is happening and this boy is doing his tight ten standup.

i think drusilla vs. effie could be an interesting study in the de-escalation of the escort role. drusilla's persona is overtly and pointedly hostile compared to effie's put-on benevolence.

"the Capitol rigs the reaping!" gang we may have lost the battle (online discourse) but we have won the war (canon material)

"Not from her and not from me" haydove is absolute gas and i knew it would be

bruise-knuckled haymitch i loved u first

chapter 03;

“will she be able to make ends meet without my wages from hattie? she will, or she’ll die trying.” Mrs. Abernathy i love u so much.

him mourning the life he should have had… my shayla.

haymitch’s resentment for uptight frilly spoiled maysilee… haymitch eventually coming around to maysilee by way of forced proximity and circumstance. haymitch’s resentment for uptight frilly spoiled effie… haymitch eventually coming around to effie by way of forced proximity and circumstance. interesting.

Lucy Gray mention who else cried

putting money on mags being the twelve mentor rn

i know drusilla is the bad guy here but unfortunately i am predisposed to have a latent affection for snobby escorts “Daylight is murder!” is soooo effie.

chapter 04;

haymitch thinking about that cake the same way katniss thought about the chicken with oranges in thg that's my fatherdaughter duo

"don't let them paint their posters with your blood" okayyy mr. abernathy the poet

maysilee donner diva of all time i knew i would love her

i also like that the luxuries given to the tributes is a slow build up from snow taking power rather than going straight to the level of luxury we see in the og series. it feels indicative of the capitol's need to continuously justify the taking of tributes. the hunger games is not stagnant, it is a machine that is constantly in motion, constantly building upon itself lest it fall. it's interesting.

chapter 05;

"seems the capitol has to convince its own citizens, too" and y'all KNOW i love that shit.

something something haymitch's first token from lenore being a fire starter something something haymitch's second token from effie being patterned with fire

"i need to take a piss" olivia wilde nodding gif that's MY haymitch

haymitch judging the crowd for being drunk made me insanely sad like omg he doesn't even know what's coming...

chapter 06;

haymitch rearranging louella's braids and wiping the blood from her face... he's just a baby boy ur honour

"our eyes meet, and a smile plays on his lips. no anger, no outrage, and certainly no fear. i have not impressed him with my performance." suzanne im literally shitting bricks don't scare me like this.

them calling eachother Miss Donner and Mr. Abernathy... haysilee u ate that one lil thing i will not lie

WIRESS APPEARANCE I CHEERED!!!!

i would literally bet money on wiress being the one to teach haymitch how to spot the forcefield just like she did with katniss... my tethered fatherdaughter

MAGS!!! MY DIVA!!!

chapter 07;

"and while lenore dove will forever be my true love," i need every hayffie fan who freaked out at that line to relax, take a deep breath, and to never take a 16-year-old's word on love at face value.

haymitch having very realistic / literal dreams means haymitch having very realistic / literal nightmares for the rest of his life :(

"nice outfit" the world could literally be ending and this man would still be doing his standup.

"the arena's just a machine really. a killing machine" banger.

maysilee giving very Eyes Bright, Chins Up, Smiles On in this moment i have no choice but to stan

miss suzanne introducing the children to the idea that the Labouring Many will always outnumber the Owning Few and that it isn't for the Few to rule over the Many everyone say thank u suzanne

chapter 08;

plutarch and haymitch having a decades long beef might be the best lore drop of this book

why is plutarch that trust fund kid in ur first year polisci class who read marx once but has literally never had a conversation with anyone who went to high school next to a corn field.

his stressed out ass tryna get maysilee and wyatt's act together... welcome back Mentor Haymitch!

BEETEE APPEARANCE!!!!

beetee's son is gonna die :(((((

chapter 09;

"i don't drink" my babyyy my baby ur my baby

haymitch calling The Raven lenore dove's poem... baby that is Sir Edgar Allen Poe u are quoting rn.

snow being visibly unwell during the 50th i know his ass was RANCID by the 74th.

also also snow being a miserable old cotcher about the fact that he lost a bad bitch like fourty years ago damn take a hike peepaw.

ANYWAY some intelligent thoughts, mostly unintelligent rambling. i hope u enjoyed all the same! i'm so so excited to continue reading tomorrow and get back to y'all with more thoughts :)

[riotlain]

Trap Making Reader

offically BACK and congrats youre jigsaw now

also if my writing still gives off like 2021ish then just idk enjoy it idk

no bubba or thomas since i was very unsure of how that would work since they in middle of nowhere

NWLNW BLOG !! WOMEN DNI

Poly Ghostface

Your traps were getting on the news, almost as much as their kills were!

They just had to track you down and maybe kill you- and they ended up in one of your traps

You were gonna kill them but then Stu wasn't gonna have his giant party!

After a deal maybe even a couple dates and kills the big party arrived. You had your traps all nice and set up in Stu's place for people to fall into while they were busy tormenting and killing

Imagine in this world, they actually get away with the party (their plan was very stupid shh you have the brain in this world)

You 3 will now live happily ever after killing people in more elaborate ways

OK NOW TO DYNAMICS

Billy's first impression of you was mainly jealousy and a hint of being impressed but mostly jealousy

After meeting and becoming friends and maybe even gay lovers, he likes giving you cool ideas for traps

Of course they're all bases around horror movies

Stu's first impression of you was he was hella impressed! But getting put in an almost saw trap did freak him out with the possibility of death

When actually dating he also loves giving you trap ideas, albeit very elaborate and probably impossible traps for you to make

You're a killing genius in his eyes

He loves incorporating Ghostface into your traps, whether its just standing there while the person struggles or actually killing them himself

Jason Voorhees

Jason has his traps and he likes them. They're simple and easy to get.

You on the other hand have much more insane things. But Jason can't lie he does love the reverse bear trap

Your traps are reserved for the worst of the worst in your eyes while Jason is just for anyone in the camp

You can't resist his puppy eyes though if he wants to use one of your traps (he stares at you blankly and menacingly until you agree)

Camp Crystal Lake now has much more interesting rumors spreading thanks to you

Michael Myers

He met you after watching you kidnap his victim

He was planning on killing you, he did not care but then he ended up following you and interrupting one of your traps

He doesn't care how expensive it was that was his target you can't share targets

Upon actually dating, he looms over your shoulder whenever you're busy planning

He doesn't take part in your traps he just likes staring its literally his thing

He could help you kidnap your victims but he isn't the kidnapping type he's not interested

No he will not grab you food or drinks while you work do it yourself

Vincent Sinclair

You were supposed to be one of their victims until you ended up making a trap out of nothing but glass, string, and the interworking of your mind

He was impressed he's an artist after all

He helps you sketch out ideas for traps and even helps set it up

He's like a genius, have you seen the town

You two have to keep each other in check don't overwork yourselves

You definitely help make the town somewhat more lively but also more gorey

You have to deal with Bo though but like he doesn't get too much in the way

The only times he doesn't like your traps is when they completely destroy the body like that was supposed to be the next statue😒

Bo Sinclair

Similar situation with Vincent except his was more like a deal offering with you

You two probably started off hating each other but you work together so it doesn't matter

Once you're dating yes he is very affectionate it doesn't matter what you're up to

Busy making a trap? Well he's behind you holding you

You help play into the whole act of the town by being somewhat normal

You're offputting but who isn't in this town

Chromeskull

He fell for you when he saw your traps on the news

Call that parasocial but he needs to know who this mastermind is

He has you tracked down and brought to him so he can yknow shoot his shot

He's rich, mute and a big attractive serial killer like who wouldn't want him

After a couple of maybe or maybe not forced dates you two are a powercouple

He spoils you most definitely. He will pay for your traps and whatever else you need

[gatorbites-imagines]

micheal meyers fic if you still write for him? 🎃

I rlly liked your other fics with him, not a big fan of him being characterized as overly affectionate so I rlly liked your kinktober fics about him

something in a similar vein to that? smut or no smut is chill, just him being infatuated in his own creepy way

Michael Myers x male reader

Headcanons

Im happy you like my stuff :3c ive never imagined he was overly affectionate either, it just didn’t feel like it fit his character very much, ya know? No hate to the people who write that, I just like imagining him as a creepy guy, standing there… menacingly…

I think the only way you two could have met where you made a lasting impression is if you were somehow at the same asylum as him. Be it as a doctor or a patient. But I’ve never read a fic where the reader was one of the doctors, so that’s what we’re gonna go with here.

Joining up at smith’s grove sanitarium hadn’t been your first choice, since it was known as a pretty run-down place, that treated their patients more as prisoners than people. It may have been a place for the worst of the worst, but they were still people in your eyes.

You get Michaels attention by somehow wrenching his care from Dr Loomis’s hands, using all kinds of laws and loopholes to rip it from him and then running for the door pretty much. To you, what Loomis did should get him placed in jail and his license removed, as it could only have made his patients states worse.

Building a relationship with Michael is what many would call impossible. But you believed that every person had something special that fueled them, and just being treated like a worthwhile human being always seemed to do the trick.

It took months, if not years for you to really worm your way into Michael’s heart, or whatever was left of it. He hadn’t really had many positive male people in his life, something you also blamed Dr Loomis for, but over time he grew closer to you, in his own way.

To others it may seem like Michael was the same as always, but at this point you’ve worked with him so long that you know him. You can feel his attention follow you, even when you are on the other side of the yard where the patients get sunlight.

It’s no shock that you are most patients’ favorite, especially after you become head of the hospital, after a very long and stressful battle with those stuck in their old ways. It made you start cleaning house, getting rid of bad caretakers and methods to replace them with better ones.

You took it extremely seriously, and would have any so called interviewers or investigators removed from the premises, to not mess with your patients’ care.

You gain a bit of a reputation in the media at how incredibly cruel you can be to the people who wish to use and abuse your patients. Some call you crazy for protecting them, especially as everyone knows Michael Myers resides there.

But to you, it doesn’t matter. You have no spouse, no children, you haven’t talked to your family since you left home at 18, all you truly have is your job, so that is what you use your energy on.

And if a lot of that time is spent with Michael, then so be it. Having Michael actually emote or pay attention to you, is a big step in the right direction in your book. You can never get him to talk, but he does succeed in learning a couple of signs, though you suspect he only does it because he knows it makes you happy.

Later you would look back on Michael’s escape as something you blamed on yourself. Over the long time you had been his caretaker, you always made sure to be there on Halloween, since it was such an important date for him.

He never told you this, obviously, but you could tell. It just happened that you had needed surgery around that time, something you couldn’t put off as much as you wanted. If you wanted to keep caring for your patients, then you needed it done.

So, it truly shouldn’t have been such a surprise for one of your nurses to call you in a panic that Michael had somehow gotten out. Being bedbound, there wasn’t much you could do but give orders from home and watch the tv.

You didn’t technically live in Haddonfield, but you lived close enough that you could bike to town for groceries if you needed to, but also so you could drive to work without much issue.

Seeing no reports of murders outside the usual made you sigh and slump in on yourself. You had put off taking your pain medication, wanting to be clearheaded and aware, just in case you needed to be. And what else kept one clear in the head but pain.

As bedridden as you were, there wasn’t much you could do when you heard your back door open. You only knew it was that door, as it had a loud squeaky hinge you never got fixed, as it wasn’t like you used that entrance much.

Seeing Michaels looming stature shouldn’t have been a shocker either. What did amaze you to a certain, professional extent, was that he hadn’t put on his usual coveralls or mask, instead it was one you two had made together using safe materials.

There was no verbal or physical reply when you spoke to him, outside of a slight rise of tension in his shoulders when he heard you grunt in pain, as you turned to look at him.

You didn’t want to call the hospital, knowing just how volatile Michael could be. And you may have replaced many doctors and nurses, but they still feared him, all but you at least. The only thing you truly could do was speak to him, to make him stay so he didn’t go kill anyone.

Maybe it was the years of care you had given him, but Michael at some point moved closer, just staring down at you and the bandages around your stomach.

You had a feeling he wanted to poke it or maybe just unwrap it, but you had worked with him about other people’s pain tolerance. Michael still only seemed to care when it was you, but you put a lot of stuff in his notes about your professional opinion and growth.

There were worse caretakers than Michael. In all reality he wasn’t really a caretaker. A lot of it was just him standing by the door, in the corner, or right at the foot of your bed to watch you. Hed shuffle after you wherever you went in the apartment, even carrying you when you couldn’t move too much.

you had decided to heal enough to bring him back to smith’s grove when you healed enough, already knowing how violent Michael could be with other people.

To Michael though, this meant more than you meant. He wasn’t one to feel lust or much romantic attraction, but he was drawn to you and attached enough to just stay, to even bring you your pill bottles and water, like how you would to him at smith’s grove.

You theorized it made him happy, in his own way, to know he was helping in the ways he knew how. Another more paranoid part of your brain did worry about what he did when you slept, since the pain medication had that effect.

Nothing ever looked out of place, but you did catch him kneeling beside your bed on more than one occasion, just holding your hand. Or the times hed place your hand on top of his head so you would caress him.

It was inappropriate for a doctor to do such a thing with his patients, but Michael seemed calmer and more at ease when it was just you two. He couldn’t cuddle in bed with you, and neither did he seem to want to, but being held and coddle in small amounts seemingly worked for him.

Michael clearly wasn’t pleased when you took him to return to smith’s grove, but he actually came along without issue. It caused a whole media storm, but over the years you had mastered those too. As long as it helped your patients, then you would do it, to a certain extent.

And if giving Michael weekends at your place where he got to stalk you around your own property was what he needed, then so be it. you saw it as progress, in his own, weird way. Hell, Michael even started sitting and having dinner with you instead of just hovering. To you that was a win, no matter what others said.

[mylastmoleculeofserotonin]

How is Silco actively trying to make her mental health worse for his personal gain

Did we watch the same show??

I’m planning to make a post going more in depth on this later, but basically it boils down to:

1) He takes her history with Vi and twists his with Vander to make it seem similar as a way to create a false sense of closeness and solidarity between them. He uses this as “proof” that she cannot rely on anyone else, making her extremely dependent on him and him alone for everything from getting her basic needs met, to emotional support. Which alone is bad enough for one’s mental health, not to mention that his approval and affection is connected to how well she performs in missions/what she does to further his plans. Now where I got the intentionality from is that what happened between Silco and Vander was, to put it generously, a conflict of ideologies between two adults, whereas what happened with Vi and Powder was the heat of the moment getting the better of Vi after Powder accidentally killed their whole family as kids. And Silco knew this: prior to the time skip, the only things he says to/about Vander are about their ideologies, how he doesn’t hate him for trying to murder him, and that this whole thing isn’t personal, it’s a necessary step in his plan, the base violence necessary for change. However, that narrative changes completely when he talks to Jinx about it. Silco overemphasized/exaggerated how close he and Vander were and completely downplayed the ideological reasons that pushed them into conflict since that was 100% not what came between Vi and Powder, instead implying it came out of nowhere. Also he talks about it a lot to Jinx even though he was supposedly over it, creating too much disparity for there not to have been at least some level of twisting the story. (Now, even if he genuinely did see it as that harsh of a betrayal and truly is a deeply still affected by it, dumping it onto his teenage daughter who supposedly went through the same thing and using it to tell her to never rely on anyone else while he fully trusts and relies upon at least Sevika if not some other of his operatives, making it still an intentional action to worsen her mental health).

2) he encourages her conflict of identity: Jinx, in season one, is still torn between her identities as Powder and Jinx, and the mentally healthy and constructive thing to do would be to help her accept both parts of herself to create an identity where “I destroy everything I touch” isn’t the core of it (as we see with AU Powder). But that’s the exact opposite of what Silco does. He creates a false dichotomy between Powder and Jinx, saying that one is the source of all her weaknesses and needs to die and the other is perfect and can do no wrong. Accepting and embracing one’s shortcomings is necessary for good and stable mental health, however, Jinx feeling like she’s not allowed to be weak and has to be perfect like Silco says she is, lest she disappoints/lets him down is one of the worst things for one’s mental health. Plus the fact that what made her become Jinx was one mistake and the Powder=mistakes=weakness/Jinx=perfection=strength narrative he spins for her doesn’t allow for her to process her trauma and encourages her to push aside any mistakes she makes and bottle up the subsequent emotions which also is awful for her mental health.

3) He gives a very young, traumatized kid military grade weapons and has her run jobs to hurt her community for his crime empire. Not to mention that one of those said weapon is explosives, the very thing that caused her so much trauma. Also, he has her make another hextech explosive and when she says no, it’s too traumatizing, he still forces her to do it and uses it as an opportunity to bring up the first two points.

4) He only shows his approval/gives her affection when she is successful. The only times we see him be affectionate/approving of her is when she steals the hex tech gemstone and helps him with his eye. Meanwhile, when she is clearly suffering after the mission in episode 3, he only addresses it in terms of “what happened and how can we fix it” while barely looking at her before sending her away. The last thing Jinx needs is to be deprived of connection when she fails at something/makes a mistake as that was also at the center of her past trauma, which Silco is fully aware of and yet still does to her anyway.

5) the only time where we really see that he may genuinely care about her is when he is prepared to sacrifice the peace treaty for her. However, we get to hear his true thoughts about her and it is clear that he sees her as his undoing bc he couldn’t help but grow attached to her. Which definitely implicates that he was actively trying to avoid forging emotional connections with her while he makes her so dependent on him. This is reinforced by the fact that he saw Vander’s kids as prizes to be won, not children to be adopted or even people to be cared for, but tools to be used.

6) and this one isn’t one that he would have for certain known and actively used against her, but Powder’s main motivation is to help those she cares about, and with Silco, helping him is equated with hurting others, which again world exacerbate her conflict of identity and making it extraordinarily difficult to see herself as a good person, which is also a key factor in children’s development and mental health.

And out of doing all this, he gains an unwaveringly loyal teenage super soldier who everyone in the undercity is deeply terrified of.

Now with all that said, this isn’t meant as any hate towards Silco or anyone who likes him. I find him an extremely well written and compelling character. I just think he’s an awful person.