#-so I’m retracting that part of the statement.)

[nekropsii]

wait gamzee was written in anti black way?? it kinda does make sense now that i think about it but i never got that perspective from just the comic alone

Hello, Anon. Hussie was a known Anti-Black Racist for years before Homestuck dropped - to the point of including Anti-Black Racial Caricatures in her comics and also flippant usage of the N-Word - and Gamzee is introduced to us as an impossible to understand, dirty, drug-addled, ugly, stupid teen with an absent father and a religious devotion to rap/hip hop. Later, it is revealed that hard drugs were the only thing keeping him from being excessively violent and abusive.

I’m pretty sure that is Anti-Black, especially coming from someone who was… You know… Anti-Black, and has portrayed explicitly Black characters in similarly cruel and stereotypical fashions.

[cheesiedomino]

RentABoyfriend.com ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: you’re tired of being single so you to take an unusual route in helping with that— but what happens when you start catching real romantic feelings for your rental boyfriend?

genre: seo changbin x fem!reader | fake relationship/dating au wc: 5.1k tags/warnings: fluff, v minor angst, mild cursing, (kinda) nerdy changbin, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol usage, just overall very cute story dw <33

[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

“I have a date tomorrow guys.”

Everyone’s head instantly lifts up from their phones at this sudden announcement, collectively drawing their attention at you. You weren’t expecting all of them to gasp and swap such looks of genuine confusion. It’s starting to make you think maybe this situation was a lot more serious than you’ve bargained it out to be.

You couldn’t fathom it either honestly, the realization of you going out with someone probably won’t settle in until you’re physically on the date. Based on their initial responses though, you might regret everything you’re about to say, but it’s far too late to retract any of your statements now.

“No way.. with who??” Danielle is the first out of everyone to ask.

Taehyung chimes in as well, “Yeah, who’s the lucky person? They’ve gotta be something seriously special to be talking to you.”

Well, you suppose you could put it that way.

You already have a preconceived notion of what they’re going to think of this “idea”. Mentally preparing yourself to receive a flood of questions and critique from your close friends.

“Actually… I rented him. For the week.”

Now they’re all looking at you like you’ve officially lost it. The room got scarily quiet, no one wanted to be the first to speak. You should’ve anticipated on their reactions being like this, it isn’t everyday someone just openly admits to buying a partner online. Nowadays there’s a lucrative market for just about anything, when you stumbled upon an ad for this service called ‘RentABoyfriend.com’ you didn’t think much of it. You laughed the concept off at first, thinking how lonely people must be to buy someone else’s time.

But the ads kept popping up, they wouldn’t stop showing in almost every YouTube video you were watching— even one of your favorite YouTubers promoted them before! So one day you finally decided to check this website out, you wanted to see what the hype’s all about so you signed up just for shits and giggles. You weren’t expecting to actually be somewhat interested in trying this thing out, but after going through a couple different profiles and reading hundreds of positive reviews you were practically sold.

“You rented out a boyfriend..? Seriously ___? I mean, I’m not judging but you’re a gorgeous girl you can easily get a boyfriend without paying for someone’s companionship, I don’t see why you need to rent one.” Mark bluntly expressed his opinion, he was probably the most outspoken out of all of you guys.

Taehyung and Danielle both agreed in unison, it’s practically 3 against 1 at this point. You knew you should’ve waited to tell them but you weren’t anticipating on them being this judgmental about it. You were hoping for a little more support, as they’re all way more experienced than you in the dating scene and could lend some helpful advice about your first date, ever.

See, the thing is you’ve never tried dating before so you wouldn’t know the first thing about it or what to expect from your future partner. You’ve never had a boyfriend, let alone held hands or kissed someone of the opposite sex. Being in your twenties it’s kind of embarrassing to say you’ve never done those things, but you thought what better way to try it out than renting a full-on experience that can give you just that? Well minus the kissing part, but you can make it work.

You were skeptical of doing this whole ‘rent-a-boyfriend’ thing at first because you didn’t think there’d be anyone you’d find suitable enough. A big part of the reason that you’re still single is because you’re extremely picky, you want to date a guy who’s so perfect that he must’ve came straight out of an indie romance film. Your friends would tease you for having such unrealistic standards when it came to dating but you were the all-or-nothing type, you’ll be single with fifty cats before you settle for less. Renting a boyfriend is definitely an unconventional idea of easing into dating but you thought it might be worth a try anyway.

What’s the worse that could happen?

( 1 day earlier )

Hovering your cursor over the bold red text of the website, you read over the main rules before going on to select the person you want for your date.

‘The rules are simple:

You are allowed to see only ONE person at a time, if you want to switch boyfriends you’ll have to pay a $50 fee.

MUST be over 18 to rent a boyfriend, we have implemented an age verification system before the date as we do not tolerate anyone under this age to use our services.

NO kissing, or sexual intimacy allowed. If this is found out later on by our agency we will terminate your contract and ban you from using our services in the future.

Remember to have fun !! ^_^ Our services are great for people who are new to dating or have never been in a relationship. We provide the ~ultimate~ boyfriend experience to all our clients. Customer satisfaction is 100% guaranteed ! (NO REFUNDS)’

Well jeez… they seemed a bit strict but you can deal with those rules and restrictions for the most part.

After hours of skimming through hundreds of profiles, you have a hard time choosing which you like most. Did you want an artsy, shy kind of guy? The tattooed, bad boy aesthetic type? You really couldn’t pick one until you stumble upon a particular profile that catches your eye almost immediately.

SEO CHANGBIN | 168 CM | PART-TIME LIFEGUARD | 24 | *POPULAR ↝

5 Facts About Me: I’ve traveled to over 50+ different countries and counting (ask me which my favorites are), I can speak 4 languages (working on my fifth), love to sing and used to have a rap trio with my buddies from college, I can & will easily lift you up ;) also have a secret talent for cooking, there’s nothing I can’t do!

Why Choose Me? First of all, why not choose me? I’m the best candidate for whatever kind of date you need, something casual, social gatherings, weddings, you name it! I’m very social and can make most people laugh (unless they’re the literal Grinch reincarnated), I’m able to get along well with anyone and just love to have a good time. I hope we can get to know each other and make great memories in the future :)

Going through his pictures you couldn’t believe someone was capable of being this humanely attractive. Don’t even get started on those impeccable muscles either… He really had to sport them in every other one of his photos, wearing the tightest shirts to show the outline of his insanely sculpted frame. You might have just been mesmerized from his godlike visuals alone. They even had a Valentine’s Day deluxe package that comes with seven dates in total for half the price, which they specified was for a limited time only.

$600 later you’ve got a full week of dates lined up with the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in all your years of living. You should’ve definitely went shopping before considering all this because now you actually have a reason to get dolled up for someone.

You were so nervous about going on this date you almost cancelled last minute out of fear. Typing out several different elaborate paragraphs to Changbin on why you couldn’t make it. You didn’t have his real phone number, it was all through an app facilitated by the rental company that was included in the package. Even though you were feeling overwhelmed and practically shaking with anxiety about meeting up with a guy, you still forced yourself to go anyway. You didn’t just dish out all that money just to not show up and waste his time on top of all that.

Your rental boyfriend texted you the location to meet at, it was near a train station so you both could see each other out in a public open space. The outfit you wore was fairly simple, a black mini skirt with warm tights underneath and a cropped turtleneck sweater. You accessorized the look with some dainty jewelry, a thin scarf, and knee high boots to pull everything together. It wasn’t something you usually wore but you had certain clothes you saved for a special occasion like this.

Upon your arrival, you notice him standing near a vending machine and waves over at you with the biggest smile plastered on his face. You awkwardly wave back, giving a soft smile as you slowly walk up to him. He looks even better in person, you don’t even feel adequate enough to be in such a gorgeous man’s presence. No wonder he’s so popular on the site, he’s practically unreal.

“Hi, you must be ___. It’s so nice to finally meet you, might I add you look really beautiful today, I think you’re making my heart race just by looking at you. Happy Valentine’s Day!” Changbin introduces himself, buttering you up with some sweet compliments before handing you the most insane bouquet of roses you’ve ever seen.

You take the flowers and almost stumble backwards from how heavy they were, “Wow, thank you!” Changbin prevents you from falling, quickly coming up behind you to get your balance back.

“Careful honey, can’t have you injured on our first date!” He voices with concern, “I hope you love the idea I came up with, I’ve only been to this place once before but I’m sure it’s still as fun as I remember it, let’s go!” Eagerly grabbing your hand to begin the journey, he turns around again to examine your body language.

“You seem a little tense babe? Do you need a massage?” He asks in a concerned tone again, this is all really beginning to freak you out. You know this is what you signed up for but this was all starting to feel a bit too personal, all the nicknames and sweet talk he’s giving is just something you aren’t used to.

“Uh, no! It’s o-okay.” You shook your head, denying anything suspicious going on. Truth be told you were barely able to contain your composure right now.

Changbin keeps on insisting, “The massage is included in the package so you don’t have to worry about getting charged extra.”

“N-no it’s okay, really. I’m just nervous that’s all, sorry I just don’t meet up with guys…” you shyly admit, finding it hard to look him in the eye.

He nods in understanding, “No need to be nervous with me sweetheart. I’m here to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” The smile he flashes at you instantly makes you warm on the inside, he seems like a genuine, caring person. You think things might go well for you after all.

The rest of the night was full of only good vibes and laughter by the end of it all. Changbin took you to an adult arcade that had old video games like Pac-Man, Super Mario, and Space Invaders, the other side was a bar where people could sit, drink, and socialize. He bought all your drinks that night, let you use up most of his tokens and overall had the most fun you could’ve ever had with someone. He was so easygoing but also knew when to act super caring and would be all lovey dovey with you. He was gentle, nurturing, and could have conversations about anything. You loved that he’d randomly drop some interesting fact you never knew about, or talked about a certain niche topic that he’d go on multiple rants over. It didn’t feel like you were renting someone out to date you, it felt natural— like you’ve known him for longer than a couple hours. Changbin walked you home and held your hand the entire time, along with the flowers he provided a teddy bear and a heart shaped box of chocolates. If that didn’t scream boyfriend goals then you don’t know what does.

The next day you wake up to Changbin blowing your phone up this morning. You had over 26 messages from him, which was pretty excessive in your humble opinion. The first thing he said was good morning then he goes on to express how fun yesterday was and he can’t wait to do it again. He even sent a couple mirror selfies of him at the gym, ‘conceited much?’ You thought. But then again, if you were Seo Changbin you’d probably be full of yourself too.

For today’s date you wore a pretty red sundress that made your skin glow in the sunlight. It’ll definitely get him to compliment you even more— which you secretly love when he does. Changbin calls you before he heads out to the date, letting you know how excited he is to see you again. You couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot on the train as you made your way to the destination, thinking about what he’s planned for you two next. This time you’ll be meeting up at a park but you still have no clue what you’re doing.

Changbin texts you where exactly he is in the park, it was pretty huge so it took you a while to get to him. As you get closer you see him sitting on a large blanket by the lake, on top of it were a bunch of different foods and snacks scattered all around that came out of a huge picnic basket. You were speed walking at this point trying to get to him. His arms opened out for a hug and you lean right into him, what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly stand up and lift you in his arms to swing around you like a doll.

“Put me down I’m scared of heights!” You squeal out in fear of being too high up in the air. Maybe you really should’ve taken the bio on his profile more seriously when he mentioned certain things.

Finally putting you down after minutes go by of you protesting, Changbin sits you back onto the blanket. He brought an assortment of breads, cheese, fruits, lemonade that he made himself and a couple seltzers. You’ve never seen anyone put such time and effort into a date before, even being here with him is like living in a daydream. He was definitely succeeding in making you feel comfortable, which is something you never thought was possible with men. He actually took his time getting to know you and didn’t sound arrogant whenever he talked about himself, Changbin was so different than other guys who’ve tried hitting on you in the past. He was actually respectful, intelligent, and could easily carry a conversation without long, awkward pauses.

He was literally everything you’re looking for in a guy. But you’ll be seeing him for this week only then it’s bye bye forever. That revelation makes you a little upset, but you try pushing those thoughts in the back of your mind. It’s irrelevant and unnecessary to think about. Yet you can’t help but wonder about certain things though, wanting to know more about his job and what it’s like on a daily basis for him.

“Can I ask you something? I need you to answer it honestly.” You say out of nowhere, hoping that didn’t come out as weird as you thought.

Changbin nods, “of course, shoot.”

“How many clients do you usually get?”

This question definitely catches him off guard, he’s never really been asked this before and he’s debating on if he should as it might be a breach of privacy.

“I don’t think I can answer that, sorry.” He responds in the nicest way possible, but deep down he wants to know why you’d want to know how many other people he sees a day.

You were going to push him a bit more to try and get an answer but you decide to let it go and just enjoy the rest of the picnic. You didn’t want to bring the mood down with your odd questions and/or end up making him feel so uncomfortable that he won’t want to see you anymore. It was definitely something you shouldn’t have asked but you were curious to know anyway. Overall besides that small incident, you had another wonderful time with Changbin and couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come any faster.

Changbin had a foolproof way of getting you to blush like a giddy high school teen whenever he texted you. He’d always refer to you as ‘pretty girl’ or ‘princess’ which gave you insane amount of butterflies. You loved how clingy he could get and would double text when you don’t reply fast enough, always needing constant attention from you which you never minded giving.

He texted you at around three in the afternoon, proposing his next plan for today’s date.

‘Let’s go out for drinks tonight, it’s all on me ;)’

You liked his message, replying that you��ll be there and put a series of hearts at the end. Speaking of hearts, yours is fluttering at high altitudes from the way you can’t stop thinking about your “boyfriend” Changbin. This has been better than anything you could’ve expected, you never want this week to come to an end. It’s only been three days but you’ve begun to grow feelings for him, they weren’t too strong just yet but they were most definitely there. You couldn’t let that halt you from having a good time tonight, you’ll have to accept it soon enough he’s not your actual boyfriend. He’s doing this because you paid him to, if it wasn’t for your money he wouldn’t be here right now.

‘This relationship is purely transactional’ you unfortunately keep reminding yourself of the reality you’re in. Psyching yourself out of this sudden somber mood that’s consuming you, distracting your pessimism by raiding your closet for some cute clothes to wear tonight’s date. After what seemed like hours of tearing your entire room apart, you decide to settle on this sparkly black mini tube dress, pairing it with a leather jacket and more platform shoes because you’re obsessed with feeling tall. Once it’s 7 PM you head out to the bar you’re seeing Changbin at, he was already waiting for you inside the place. Eyes instantly lighting up when he sees you coming towards him, just like he always does he motions for a hug, pulling you in tightly like he hasn’t seen you in years.

His hugs felt so cozy, like sitting in front of the fireplace on a crisp, snowy winter’s evening. You never wanted to escape the warmth of his arms, it was one of those forms of physical touch that felt so overly personal to you. The thought of him hugging someone the same way he hugs you slightly enrages something in your spirit but again, it isn’t your place to get genuinely upset over him doing his job. You’re not entitled to him exclusively, but you feel like if you keep this up feelings will only continue to develop. This wasn’t something you considered when going into this and now you feel like you’ve just made a huge mistake.

“You okay babe?” Changbin notices you acting a bit strange, choosing not to pursue it after telling him you’re fine. He knows something’s wrong but doesn’t want to mess up the flow of the date, instead he orders a drink for the both of you and switches on to a lighter subject. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow at that new centre that just opened last week. I need to buy some new AirPods, I accidentally lost one of them in a taxi..”

“Sure,” you nod at his suggestion, in desperate need of some new clothes anyway. “Sorry about your AirPods, that sucks!”

He takes a sip of his bubbly drink that’s now on the table, “Eh, it’s okay this is probably the fourth time this has happened so far.” This has pretty much become a regular occurrence for him by now.

As the date progresses, things continue getting better. You’re both laughing, engaging in much deeper conversation than ever before. You definitely had more than enough alcohol in your system by now, feeling congested and claustrophobic as more people came into the bar. Changbin takes note of your discomfort and asks if you want to get some fresh air outside, you wasted absolutely no time to agree.

While you two were outside continuing your chat about some wild conspiracy he read about online, Changbin’s attention was soon drawn to a different building nearby. Gazing up in confusion at his sudden outburst of excitement, you wonder where he could be leading you next.

“Noraebang!” He shouts loud enough anyone miles away could’ve heard that, he’s now grabbing your hand to frantically drag you along with him.

You were never one to carry a tune but Changbin was actually very good at karaoke and singing in general, he had such a lovely voice. You could seriously listen to him sing all night— which you basically did since you kept begging for an encore until it hit 4 am. That’s when you both decided to finally call it a night, you wanted to pay for the Uber since he’s paid for all the drinks and every other expenses for today. You felt bad because you were the one renting him to be your boyfriend yet he’s constantly shelling out money left and right. He still insisted on paying and ultimately won the whole debacle, making you swallow your pride and get into the Uber with him. Changbin’s definitely not just someone you’re going to forget about after this week is over. You dread the day this all comes to an end, wishing there was a way to relive these moments again and again.

“I’m a little under the weather today, sorry I can’t make it Binnie.” Your voice is hoarse from coughing and unbearable throat pain. You’ve already consumed half a bag of cough drops, throat lozenges, and random cold medicine you’ve found in your cabinets.

He sounds mildly disappointed, but springs back up with a new proposal, “I can come over and bring some soup if you’d like!”

You appreciate his gesture but still refuse, you know he’s only saying all this because he has to, not because he wants to. “N-no you don’t have to, I’m sure you can go see other clients today. One less person to worry about right?”

The call went silent for a minute, he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such a deprecating comment.

“I don’t want to see other clients, I want to see you ___.” He sighs, unwilling to give up so easily, “I’ll be at your place soon, m’kay?” He hangs up before you could even respond or say no again.

You had no choice but to wait for Changbin to show up now. Before you got sick, the last two dates you went on were debatably the best so far. You had gone out shopping together, accidentally wearing almost the same kind of outfit. Changbin was wearing a white graphic tee with blue baggy jeans and you wore something practically identical. The two of you looked like a real, official couple and people would stare as you walked hand in hand, it really did seem like the perfect relationship on the outside.

You got even closer when he came over the following day, resulting in you two cuddling while watching movies and baking cookies. He’s expressed that he’s never been to another client’s home before but it wasn’t “technically” against any rules. The more you kept hanging out together, the harder it was coming to terms with the fact you’re actually falling for Changbin. He made every experience with you more exciting than the last, which he did exactly that night. When the cookies were done you fed a piece to him, making little airplane sounds as you do it, he eagerly takes a bite of the chewy treat and compliments both your efforts.

“These taste way better than I thought, oh my god they literally melt in your mouth. Try it!” He takes another cookie from the tray and feeds it to you this time.

There was something so overly domestic about that moment you couldn’t shake the feelings of wanting to kiss him right then and there. But you can’t. If you did such a thing you’d never be allowed to see him again, plus you don’t want to be known as that one creepy client who just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. As you were cuddling on the couch though, things may have taken a turn for the better… or worse?

Changbin would “yawn” at the movie and subtly wrap his arm around you, he’d subconsciously pull you in closer and it didn’t make it any better that you were under the same blanket. You weren’t complaining at any of this though, you were pretty much in heaven. It took everything in you not to look up and stare, gluing your eyes to the movie that was displayed on the TV. But as the night progressed you were practically snuggling up with him like he was your real boyfriend. The way he’d run his fingers gently down your back, soothing you in a way that could lull you asleep. His touch was the most relaxing thing ever, you were so calm with him and loved how he brought a side of you that’s never been shown. After this encounter you can no longer deny the way you feel— you are officially falling deeply in love your rental boyfriend, Seo Changbin.

The sound of your doorbell ringing alarms you of a new visitor, who was none other than your “boyfriend” waiting patiently outside the door for you. You feel and look like death itself, coming downstairs to answer the door still in your PJ’s and hair a disheveled mess. Every five seconds was interrupted with you coughing your lungs out, barely able to speak above a whisper. Changbin looks thrilled as ever to see you, even when you clearly don’t look your best he’s still coming up to hug you tightly. His hugs are always blocking off your airways from the way his muscles squeeze you, it’s even worse when you’re sick— practically gasping for air.

“Sorry babyy, I just missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and soon as you said you’re sick I dropped everything to go make you this soup. It’s a specialty I make whenever my friends are sick, the perfect remedy to cure my princess.” He goes into your kitchen to heat up the soup in your microwave, making you wait patiently on the couch as you’re wrapped up in multiple blankets.

Your body feels like it’s -2 degrees, you were freezing. The crazy thing is your thermostat was set to 80 degrees, it was definitely you that was the problem. He propped your feet up on the table, rested a tray in your lap and set the bowl of soup on top. Brushing a couple strands of hair out your face he looks at you intently, examining your symptoms as if he’s a doctor.

“It’ll be okay soon love, I’m here to nurse you back to health again. Can’t see my pretty baby sick like this, makes me all sad.” He pouts, giving you a soft head pat like you’re a delicate kitten.

He takes a spoonful of the hot soup, slightly blowing on it before telling you to open up so you can eat. You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you feel like he’s gone too far with all this. It’s not fair for you to continue on if it’s just become torture now. He’s practically dangling in your face that you’ll never have a partner as perfect as him in your life.

“I- I can’t do this anymore Changbin..” you say lowly, refusing to eat the soup he made.

“What do you mean? I’m just feeding you soup, it’s my duty as your boyfriend to-”

“This isn’t real… none of it is. I’m stupid for even doing this but I was lonely.. I’m sorry but I’d prefer something that isn’t temporary.” You cut him off to express your pent up frustrations, ready to be let down and rejected by him as gently as possible.

“Then let’s make it real,” he proposes without any hesitation, “honestly I stopped faking it around our third date, it was all me after that. I never said anything because well… this is my job and I’ve never fallen for a client before so this is still all very new to me..”

You’d be screaming right now if you weren’t sick, instead you’re internally freaking out at this confession, it feels like your hearts doing cartwheels and somersaults.

“Seriously?” Eyes widening as you look at him, suddenly your body heat rises and you know it’s not because of the soup or the layers of blankets that’s covering you.

He nods, “I thought it was kinda obvious when we kissed yesterday..”

Oh yeah… you forgot that did happen. You thought it was another fever dream you might’ve just made up in your head. You shared your first kiss with someone you deemed so special and important to you, someone you never would’ve guessed could come into your life and shift the entirety of your world like magic. There was no one else in existence you wanted more than Changbin.

“Doesn’t that mean you’ll have to quit your job? I don’t want to be the reason you stop making such good income.. I’ll feel so bad.” You knew deep down you didn’t feel that badly about him quitting to date you instead. It was just the thought of him leaving something he’s been doing for years behind all for some girl he’s known for simply a week.

He shrugs at your comment, “I’ll be just fine, I was planning on finding a new job soon anyway. It gets kinda old after a while, I felt like I was on autopilot most of the time. You were able to get me to open up and show my true self, I could never thank you enough for that ___.” Changbin couldn’t resist the urge to plant a kiss to your forehead.

After everything that’s been said and done. What you’ve come to understand is that love is learned, a development that takes time to grow and blossom into something extraordinary. Just like learning a new language or a musical instrument, we learn love from society and cultures we’re raised in, it’s a beautiful thing once we know how to cherish it. Your newfound romance with Changbin is something you’ll learn to cherish forever and ever.

[End <3].

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 1, “fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that i caught it.”

description: situationship x stiles stilinksi?? fuck yeah. this part is really long and honestly is just setting the story up, so just expect tension, pining, and silliness. part two soon! enjoy xo

OTHER STORY PARTS linked here.

“someone needs to sex me right now!”

danny slams his locker shut, fed up with stiles’ griping and groaning about his lack of sexual experiences. he knows he should just mind his business, but part of him felt bad for stiles. he wasn't an ugly guy. loud, annoying, and dramatic? yes. but, nonethless, danny knew what it was like to feel unwanted, ugly. stiles deserved to experience that validation. besides, maybe getting laid would chill him out a bit.

“okay,” danny leanes against his locker, annoyance and exasperation in his tone.

stiles turns towards him around, curious, “really?”

danny examines stiles’ eager response, and realizes the younger boy thinks they’ve just made a sex pact. danny cringes, “ew, absolutely not. you are not my type.”

stiles falters, eyes falling from danny's. “aw. okay.”

danny furrows his brows. stiles was...so very unique. he almost drops the subject. but, then, as stiles goes to turn back towards scott, danny sighs, garnering his attention again. “i do have a friend.”

stiles perks up again, the light glinting up his brown, mischievous eyes. “oh? a friend? a girl space friend? not some little twink, right? you mean, like, a female woman?”

danny nods with a slight roll of his eyes. “yes, dumbass, a girl space friend. my friend got her heart broke over the summer, so she’s not looking for anything serious. she just wants to hang. and, i think she’d be into you.”

stiles grabs scott by the shoulders and shakes his friend around like they have just won the state championship. scott is thrown off balance, and grabs at the lockers beside him for support. danny pats stiles’ shoulders as he passes by.

“i’ll send your her number," is his closing statement. it seals the deal for stiles.

he breaks out into a dance, shaking his fists in the air, wiggling his little hips. “i’m gonna get laid,” he sings out with his eyes squeezed shut from the width of his grin. “i’m gonna have seeeeeeex!”

scott, balanced on his feet now, shifts his backpack between shoulders. “stiles?” he calls out, intruding his friend’s celebration.

stiles cannot hear him. so, scott grabs stiles by the shoulders, facing him with seriousness in his tone. “stiles!”

scott has always been supportive of any opportunity for stiles to lose his v-card. although, this time, it seems his friend is only obsessing over the idea of not being murdered, rather than actually losing his virginity. anyways, scott had always thought it would happen with someone stiles cared about, like lydia, or another girl he would develop a relationship with. not some one night stand. not something this casual. he wants to express his concern, knowing his friend is vulnerable and easily tainted.

stiles is shocked by scott's loud voice, taken out of his trance involuntarily. “what?!”

the bell rings. scott, a newfound academia, begins to pull stiles along with him through the hallway, so they’re not late to chemistry. he wraps his arm around stiles’ shoulder, “do you seriously think that you-“ he pokes his chest, “stiles stilinksi, can just chill with a girl?”

stiles winces at scott’s finger and rubs his chest after it retracts. “first of all- ouch!” he groans, “second of all, yes! i think i can just chill.”

he puffs his chest, straightens his jacket dramatically. all mannerisms he exhibits within this second after his proclamation guarantee that he, stiles stilinksi, can not, in fact, just chill.

stiles brushes past scott, leading the way into chemistry class. scott watches from the door as his friend slides into his seat, dumping his backpack on the floor, flicking his head at lydia across the room. she purses her lips and looks away. stiles slouches in his seat. scott didn’t need a werewolves intuition to see so plainly that stiles would get his heart broken.

Danny: hey stiles. here's y/n's number. don't hurt her or i stg ill beat ur ass. enjoy ;)

—

"danny, why the fuck are you selling me off like some pimp?"

danny flinches at the sound of her voice, looking up from his phone with a wary expression. he didn't exactly get his friend's permission to give away her phone number. but, at this point, he didn't really care. he loved her, but the poor girl needed dick more than a camel in the desert needed water. she kept claiming she'd have a hot girl summer- which turned into get augusted by some stupid college boy. and, the fall was already starting. he knew she wouldn't make it through senior year without human touch. she was starting to shrivel away into nothingness.

danny, leaned up against his locker, rolled his eyes as y/n came to a halt in front of him. "girl, be for real."

she crossed her arms, "you be for real, bitch! i did not ask for some junior boy to be stinking up my line with his horny ass!" y/n waved her phone in front of his face.

danny grabbed the device from her and read aloud the text stiles had sent her. "hey, there! this is stiles stilinski. you probably don't know me, but we have a mutual friend, danny. gay danny, not republican, sophomore danny. anyways, gay danny told me you were dtf? we should totally hook up sometime! let me know, and we can chill or something!"

"oh, my god," y/n smashed her face into her hands, redder than the stripes on danny's t-shirt. "who the fuck texts like that? that is so- oh, my god. i'm gonna block him."

danny quickly shut down the idea, "no, no, no! i know this message makes him seem like a literal incel. but stiles is cute! he's kinda sweet. i mean, ive known him since he was on the jv team four years ago. he's kinda awkward and a little weird, but i think you'd like him."

she looked at her friend with a cringed expression. "i trust and love you so much. but this...this text message is a giant red flag."

"okay, valid," danny pointed, handing her back her phone. "man, i was really hoping this would work out. listen...why don't you at least meet him? come to the lacrosse game tonight. i'll introduce you guys afterwards. maybe i'll organize a little post-game outing to the diner or something."

y/n shrugs throughout danny's idea. but, she eventually relaxes her shoulders, and becomes a little more willing. "i mean...i guess. but, do not leave me alone with him! please! i do not want to end up on dateline."

"girl, please, he couldn't harm a fly. he's got arms the size of spaghetti noodles."

y/n giggled at danny's description. "i keep trying to picture him in my mind, but i just can't. do you have a pic?"

"he was in our english class last year, but he had a buzz cut then-"

"red flag."

"shut up," danny shoved her arm. "here," he whips out his phone and finds stiles' instagram. there's a bunch of pictures of his jeep, and y/n doesn't hesitate to point out how this, too, is a red flag. to which danny replies, "the color of anything doesn't matter when y'all are fucking."

danny finally swipes enough on stiles' recent post to find one of him and scott, at an amusement park or something a few weeks ago. they have their arms around each other's shoulders and are both throwing up peace signs. y/n sees scott first and recognizes him, "he's the co-captain, right? he glew up, for real."

danny nods in agreement, "yeah, but this one's stiles."

he zooms in with his thumb and pointer finger. stiles grin and his sweet brown eyes catches y/n's gaze. she smiles at the sight, "aw, okay. yeah, he's adorable. i'll meet him."

y/n and danny are unaware, but scott and stiles are at the end of the hallway, whooping and hollering at the plans they haven't even been made directly aware of. scott is still feeling wary for his friend, but stiles can't think of anything at all when he lays his eyes on her.

sure, the thoughts he's having are impure, like how she'd look naked, under him, with her lips plump and ripe from his teeth. but, he's also thinking about how beautiful she is.

nothing about this situation was going to end up casual. in fact, it would probably end in flames.

—

y/n attended lacrosse games every once and a while, in support of her cousin, issac, and danny. she normally had to work, but she managed to get her coworker to switch shifts with her. she wasn’t a sports kinda gal, but it was fun to be an active teenager every once a while. danny let her borrow his away jersey, and she wore that over a long sleeves shirt. it was three sizes too big, but it helped her stay warm, considering it was freezing outside.

y/n went with three other’s in their loose friend group: megan and leo, the longterm straight couple, and jack. they found seats towards the back, and huddled in with the rest of the crowd. y/n caught danny’s gaze from the bench. he was adjusting his gloves, and y/n waved crazily when she saw him.

danny waved back, wide grin on his face. he glanced around the bench, in search of something or someone. then, he perked up at the sight of another player. he glanced back at y/n, and pointed at the boy.

“stiles,” danny mouthed.

y/n stood up, and followed danny’s line of sight. sure enough, stiles was standing in front of the bench, a few people down from danny. he was talking quickly, throwing his hands about like a madman. she recognized scott sitting to the left of him, half-listening to his friend. then, scott seemed to feel her gaze on the two of them. he grabbed at stiles arms, telling him something. stiles quickly looked towards danny, who glanced back at y/n.

stiles followed danny’s turn of head, and met her eyes. her hand, still raised from saying hello to danny, waved towards stiles. he blushed, a deep red color, and smiled this dopey, puppy dog grin. he moved about himself, unsure of what to do. somehow, he stepped on his helmet, and fell to the ground.

scott looked back at y/n, squeezed his eyes shut in utter disappointment at his friend, and hung his head low. he leaned down, grabbed stiles by the collar, and landed the boy back on his feet. y/n met danny’s eyes, pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t burst out giggling. danny covered his mouth, and his shoulders shook with laughter.

stiles quickly sat himself down, avoiding y/n’s gaze. he was embarrassed, and sure she was making a cringed face at him. but, he didn’t know that she was grinning as she sat. her eyes were glinting.

the game started shortly after, and it ended almost as quickly as it had begun. it was close, and the wolves almost lost. but, luckily, the boys managed to even out the score, and dug the other team a shallow grave.

y/n found herself cheering for her school’s team throughout the game. she quickly learned stiles number, and watched him, along with danny, dart around the field. he was pretty good, though he was tiny. he was taller than average, and that gave him some advantage against other players. plus, being skinny made him fast. he had made a few scores, and y/n whooped and hollered in response.

meanwhile, stiles found himself looking towards her seat throughout the game. she had a really infectious smile, and, damn, she was loud. at times, he could hear her voice over everybody else.

after the game, the crowd dispersed, and the team lingered on the field to not only hear coaches closing speech, but to celebrate with friends and family members. y/n, jack, leo, and megan climbed down the bleachers and crowded towards danny. his family hadn’t made it that evening.

y/n found herself nervous to formally meet stiles. she had replied to his text message earlier, informing him of danny’s idea for them to meet. she didn’t address the half of his message that was weird and kind of cryptic. she didn’t really want to think of that big ick.

anyways, seeing him in real life, in his cute little lacrosse uniform, polished his reputation up just a bit. danny was right, it didn’t really matter what his personality was like if they were just gonna fuck. but, y/n still wanted him to be a decent person. they’d have to hang out just a little bit. and she’d rather not have to sit through his apparent need to rant frequently if those rambles were about stupid, gross things.

danny saw his friends and his face lit up. he jogged the small distance to y/n, who pumped her fists in the air with excitement. danny embraced her tightly, lifting her off her feet.

“good job, dan!” she cheered in his ear, squeezing him around his shoulders. up in the air, y/n spotted stiles a little ways behind them. he was chatting with scott, an older woman, and the sheriff. he caught her gaze and stumbled over his words. he raised his hand in a short wave. y/n simply smiled in response before squeezing her eyes shut and leaning her chin into danny’s neck. he set her back on her feet. then, he celebrated with their other friends, too.

megan and leo left right after greeting danny because she had to work in the morning. but, jack hung around with them. he and y/n didn’t speak much. they just hung out with the same group of people. and, hanging out usually just meant getting high in danny’s basement or going on group dates to the movies.

“dude, that was a sick game!”

y/n tried to pretend like she knew what jack and danny were talking about, or that she was even remotely interested in the topic of conversation. she tried to strain her gaze over danny’s shoulder without seeming obvious. stiles was cute. like, super cute.

the conversation continued for a few seconds before someone interrupted it.

scott wrapped his arm around danny’s shoulder, squeezing the older boy into his side. scott was weirdly strong. then, stiles appeared at danny’s other shoulder. his cheeks were flush red, from both the game, and the pretty girl standing in front of him, who he was supposed to have sex with. he tried to seem nonchalant, cool. but he was sweating, from both of the same causes, again. y/n tried not to act like it was affecting her, the way his brown hair swooped down over his forehead due to the sweat. she tried to, also, not stare at his puffy lips as he spoke, swollen from chewing on them during the game. he was incredibly passionate about everything. especially teasing danny.

“aye, danny boy, good job out there tonight!” stiles ruffled danny’s hair.

the older boy knocked stiles’ shoulder with his own. “watch it, stilinksi.”

y/n, a pretty confident, witty person, interjected the conversation, “since when is it danny boy? i thought it was gay danny?”

stiles, who had been trying to play it cool, sucked both of his lips between his teeth. “oh, that’s funny, actually- you know, i- that’s crazy-“ his voice cracked. he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

y/n giggled, “i’m kidding. gay danny is hilarious.”

danny grinned between his two friends. “i think it’s rather hilarious, too.” he moved out from beneath stiles and scott’s arms. “don’t you, stiles? hey, let me know if you’re dtf?”

danny stood beside y/n, who hit him with her hand. scott, who was a little out of the loop, dropped his jaw. “oh, stiles,” he groaned, head falling back, “dude, please do not tell me you said that!”

he looked towards his best friend, who placed his hand on his hip, and glared at the turf. “you know…words are-“

“dude!” scott shoved stiles shoulders. “you’re a fucking idiot!”

stiles faltered on his feet, using his lacrosse stick to balance himself. “okay, i don’t want to hear it from you! please tell me the last charming thing you said to a girl?!”

y/n intruded again, “how about, hello, how are you? nice to meet you, my name is stiles?”

stiles finally met y/n’s eyes. she looked anticipatory, brows raised slightly, teeth over her bottom lip. he licked his own, dry lips, falling over his words. this never really happened. he always had something to say. and now, he was speechless.

their gaze didn’t falter for a few moments, as y/n waited for the boy to say something. he didnt, so she stuck out her hand, “hello, how are you? my names y/n, nice to meet you!”

stiles stared at her hand, her pretty hand, just hanging there in the space between them. scott hit him over the back of the head with his lacrosse stick. stiles tripped over his feet. he balanced himself out and finally shook her hand.

“nice to meet you,” he nodded. “i’m stiles.”

“is that short for anything?” y/n asked, stepping closer. danny and scott busied themselves to the side with jack, trying to give the two potential lovebirds a moment alone.

stiles moved a little closer, too, until there was only a foot or two between them. y/n was really good at maintaining eye contact, but that made stiles nervous. he glanced around her face, trying not to stare at her lips, or her nose, or her rounded cheeks.

“it’s short for Mieczyslaw,” stiles scratched the back of his head, embarrassed by his weird name.

“oh, no way! that’s my grandpas name!” y/n replied.

stiles perked up, “really? that’s- that’s cool.”

“it’s actually david,” y/n widened her eyes amusedly, “i thought it would be funny to say it was Mieczyslaw. but i don’t know how that’s funny. it’s just david. his names david.”

she laughed nervously. her gaze faltered from stiles. the corner of his lips quirked up. that was his kind of humor. he chuckled, somewhat dryly due to his nerves, and said, “it is funny. i liked it. it’s funny.”

“usually when someone has to say something’s funny, it’s not,” y/n crinkled her nose. her hands were crossed in front of her, fingers slick with nervous sweat. he was making her so nervous and shy. unusual.

stiles shrugged off the fact she had stated, “i don’t think so. i think it’s still funny.”

they shared a longer gaze, words absent from both of their minds. stiles rubbed his lips together and waited for his brain to formulate some kind of sentence. y/n smiled, slowly, okay with the silence.

“hey, guys,” danny intruded their moment, “we’re gonna go get changed, then head to my house, yeah? scott’s gonna invite allison. maybe lydia, but i doubt she’ll come.”

stiles and y/n looked to danny, sweet little smiles swallowing expressions. danny couldn’t help but grin. this had to be one of his best ideas, ever.

“okay, sounds good,” y/n nodded. she looked back to stiles, awaiting his answer.

he followed her lead, “yeah, yeah, awesome. we’ll meet you there?”

“well,” danny shook his head slightly, “i was gonna drive scott. and, then, jack, you know, plus if allison comes…my cars kinda full.”

“wha- scot-“ stiles looked towards his best friend, betrayed by scott’s willingness to ride with someone else. then, he met scott’s eyes, and understood the matchmaking game that was being played.

y/n glanced at stiles, who was nodding nervously. “yeah, okay. do you- would you wanna ride with me, y/n?”

“yeah,” she smiled, “i’ll ride with you.“

y/n, jack, and allison hung out outside the boys’ locker room while they showered and changed. y/n texted her mom to let her know she’d be getting home late. then, she shut her phone off and shoved it in her jeans pocket. allison met her eyes from the bench across the hallway.

“i feel like we’ve never hung out,” y/n smiled.

allison shrugged with a shy grin, “i don’t really hang out with many people. my family’s…weird.”

“it’s okay, mine, too,” y/n giggled. “we can trauma dump later, yeah?”

allison nodded, “i’d love that.”

“so, are you and scott together?” y/n wriggled her brows suggestively.

allison blushed, pulling her gaze to her hands in her lap. she fidgeted with her fingers. “uh, no, not anymore. we- uh, just, it’s complicated.”

“ah, i see,” y/n narrowed her eyes playfully.

allison looked back up to the girl and furrowed her brows, “what about you? i thought you were seeing sam? sam collins? i saw you guys together over the summer.”

y/n shifted in her seat, her throat tightening at the thought of sam collins. “yeah, we- were? i guess. i don’t know, it was a whole situation. i’ll tell you all about later when we do that trauma dumping.”

allison offered a supportive smile, “sounds like a deal.”

scott, stiles, and danny piled out of the locker room doors, backpacks and lacrosse bags slung over their shoulders. they barely made it through the frame.

danny rounded up his carload, quickly leaving y/n and stiles in the dust so they were forced to be alone. he had texted her before showering, ensuring she felt safe and comfortable with the idea they had entrapped her and stiles in. in response, she had said, “he’s CUTE!”

y/n stood from the bench, sighing slightly. “looks like we’re stuck together.”

stiles, who had gotten a pep talk from scott, was a little calmer. he waved his arm out in front of himself, “ah, can’t be the worst thing. lead the way.”

y/n grinned up at him. standing this close to him, in this small space, she noticed two things. one- he smelled really fucking good. and, two, he was so fucking tall.

y/n walked out in front of him. she crossed her arms in front of herself again, a nervous habit. once they walked out of the school, their steps fell into rhythm beside each other. stiles wanted to make conversation, and y/n did, too. but the anticipation, the hesitance, the nerves. it all took up too much space.

once they reached stiles’ blue jeep, he opened the door for her, which was slightly shocking. he tossed his bag in the back before joining her in the front. y/n found words as the car started and music playing, a little louder than normal, from the speakers. stiles turned it down, cursing and apologizing.

“what kind of music do you listen to?” y/n turned in her seat, so her knees were facing him. she placed her elbow on the arm rest, chin balanced atop her fist. stiles glanced at her, and his words stumbled.

she was pretty.

“oh, you know. your basic stuff. the 1975. backseat lovers. noah kahan. wallows,” stiles listed off a few.

“hm,” y/n replied. “alright, i can get behind that.”

stiles chuckled, “oh, yeah? what about you? you seem like a music snob.”

y/n scoffed, “absolutely not. i listen to everything and anything. even country. love taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, one direction, chappell roan.”

“i have heard of two of those artists,” stiles furrowed his brows. “literally who is chapel ro-han ?”

y/n rolled her eyes, “roan! here, give me your phone. i’ll play something by her.”

“no, wait, play some taylor,” stiles dug his phone out and handed it to y/n. “i respect swifties.”

“i feel like you’d be a swiftie,” y/n murmured as she scrolled through spotify. green flag, even though the 1975 was a blaring red one.

y/n, feeling slightly risky, played one of taylor’s more promiscuous songs- dress.

“i would be a swiftie, but i think my masculinity gets in the way,” stiles shrugged. he turned up the music a little bit. “i’ve never heard this one.”

“probably,” y/n giggled at his comment. “this is dress. it’s off the reputation album.”

“what’s your favorite album of hers?”

conversation came so naturally. y/n felt comfortable.

“oh, god, don’t ask me that,” y/n groaned. she rested stiles’ phone on her knee. “probably…reputation, to be honest. it’s some of her best work. but, lover is definitely second.”

“is that one a bunch of love songs, i take it?” stiles was really good at asking questions.

y/n shook her head, “it’s actually a bunch of heartbreak songs. people get confused because of the title. reputation has more love songs.”

“like this one?” stiles seemed to notice some of the lyrics.

y/n pursed her lips, “maybe. this one’s more of a fuck song than a love song.”

“ah, yes, there is a distinct difference.”

“oh, for sure.”

they shared a hearty laugh. stiles continued to ask questions, seemingly very interested in not only taylor swift, but y/n herself. she enjoyed his willingness to make conversation.

they made it to danny’s after two more songs. they pulled in right behind danny’s car, and watched the group pile out of his car. as stiles shut off the jeep, y/n reached for her door handle.

“wait-“ stiles jumped out of the car, and quickly rounded to her side. he opened the door, and offered her his hand.

y/n furrowed her brows. she’d seen a lot of boys do a lot to get laid. but, stiles was taking it to the extreme. stiles noticed her faltered look and motioned her with his outstretched hand.

“if we’re gonna fuck, i’m not gonna act like a dick. you deserve some basic human decency.”

literally bare fucking minimum- don’t worry, ladies, y/n is aware. but, god that melted her heart. his sweet brown eyes offered up the nicest smile.

she placed her hand in his and carefully stepped out of the jeep. it was a little higher off the ground than she was used to.

stiles shut the door behind her. he fell into step beside y/n as they walked into danny’s house. danny led the group to his basement, which was also his room. shockingly, it smelled a little bit like weed, and was dimly lit by led lights and lamps scattered across the room. his bed was against the farthest wall, and he had a common area surrounding a television right off the landing.

y/n plopped onto the first couch, and she patted the spot beside her for stiles. he followed suit, and yelped as he noticed how broken in the piece of furniture was. his shoulder squished into y/n’s, along with his hip, as he was tilted by the couch. she giggled at his clumsiness, steadying him with a hand on his knee.

stiles went red hot under her touch. it was warm, through the thin material of his sweatpants. and she didn’t take it away. no, y/n, confident in her advances, left her hand on his knee. stiles took that in stride, and swung his arm around the back of the couch, fingers inches away from her shoulders. she smelled sweet, like some fruity, beachy perfume.

scott and allison sat on the couch to their left, and jack found his usual spot on the oversized chair. danny was busying himself at the television console, flicking on netflix. he put on some random movie for background noise, and then proceeded to pass around his dab pen. jack took a couple hits, surprisingly, allison did as well. scott was shocked by the latter fact, and even more surprised when she told him she took edibles sometimes for her nerves.

stiles politely refused the weed, but y/n gratefully took a few hits. it loosened her shoulders almost immediately and made her flirtations a million times more present.

she curled her legs up beneath her on the couch, her knees landing in stiles lap. he shifted his legs beneath her, clearing his throat nervously. if someone had told him, this morning, that he’d be losing his virginity so soon- oh, god.

y/n started up a conversation that was separate from the groups. they started up a game of mario kart, while y/n was asking stiles about his favorite movies. it was hard to think with her warm breath fanning across his cheek, down his neck. and, then, she was toying with the string on his hoodie, staring up at him through her pretty lashes. her pupils were dilated from being high, and she was giggly.

stiles was beyond happy.

especially when she demanded she show him something in the other room.

“you said you like tabletop games, right? danny’s brother runs tournaments with his friends. cmon, i’ll show you!” y/n stood up, offering stiles her hand.

he didn’t hesitant to lace his fingers with hers. she drug him along behind her, quickly bee-lining for the other room in the basement. y/n flicked on a light switch, but all it really did was turn on more lamps and the string of leds across the ceiling. yes, stiles was incredibly interested by the shelves of books, knick-knacks, and the large gaming table in the center of the room.

but he didn’t really care about any of that.

because she was holding his hand, rambling about danny’s younger brother, and holding his hand. stiles just listened to her describe luke, how he was like a younger brother.

then, she noticed stiles was just staring at her. her words faltered and she trailed off. “what? am i boring you?”

“no, no, never,” stiles stepped closer, and squeezed her hand to encourage her. “i’m just…you’re really pretty. and you’re holding my hand. and i’m thinking about fucking stupid my text was, from earlier? i’m a dumb ass.”

“stiles,” y/n rolled her eyes, “you’re a really cute dumb ass. don’t worry about the text. to answer your question, though, yes.”

“yes, what?” stiles thought he knew what she meant, but he was unsure. he wanted to hear her say it.

“yes, i’m down to fuck you.”

oh, god. his knees went weak.

y/n grabbed his other hand, tugging him towards her slightly. something in her demeanor, her expression, changed. her look was darker, pointed, intentional. stiles found some courage and slid his hand up her wrist, up her forearm, over her bicep, and around the back of her neck. he brushed her hair away. as they moved closer, she leaned her head back to meet his eyes, and her head fell into his hand.

she grinned up at him, and the look made him chuckle dryly. “what?” she asked, insecurities drawing out despite her pointed confidence.

“just…so pretty,” stiles replied. using his other hand, stiles brushed the hair from her cheek, and cupped his palm around the curve of her face.

slowly, but surely, they kissed.

[buckyalpine]

Collar

THIS IS EVERYTHING MY GOD @boredum7865 YES TO IT ALL FLUFF AND SMUT

“And how about this for our princess” another tiny mouse was thrown into the growing pile of toys while Bucky made his way up and down the shelves of the pet store. You giggled at the way he added more and more items to the cart without a care in the world, spoiling his furbaby. 

“Buck, she doesn’t need-

“Yes she does” he huffed, tossing in another bag of treats, so she’d get to pick between chicken, turkey or tuna. As soon as you arrived back at the compound with about half the store, Bucky set all the things down in the living room before going and grabbing his favorite thing in the world, the most proud cat dad. 

“You like all this babygirl?” He cooed, letting her sniff her new presents, happily batting a feathery ball before taking her time to swat at the bags everything came in. 

“Of course she likes the bags” You snorted while Bucky shook his head. You picked up her up and set her down on your lap to the the different collars you’d bought her; each in every color of the rainbow with a cute silver bell in the middle. Each one looked perfect on her white fur, the pink one seemingly her favorite. You picked up the last collar which hung  too low around her neck, about 3 sizes too large. 

“Aww baby, I think this is a little big for you” You slipped off the black collar her head and put the pink one back on while Bucky picked up the black one you set aside. 

“This ones huge” Bucky mused, holding it up to his own neck and fastening it, giggling at the fact that it actually fit him. “Now we match, baby girl” He grinned, grabbing Alpine and holding her up to his face, her little nose twitching, trying to boop it against his. She slow blinked, purring and tucking herself into his neck for cuddles, eventually slinking away again to play with her latest haul. 

“I think I’d make a good cat” Bucky stated to himself while he stretched out on the couch where the sun was hitting, settling himself against the cushions. 

“What” You snorted, sorting through the cat food and organizing it while Bucky folded his arms behind his head, lounging lazily in the warm sun. 

“I’m low maintenance" He thought to himself, listing all the reasons he thought made him cat quality, “I like naps. I like chicken. I like dark spaces. I like belly scratches-

“Really, Mr. Don’t come near me within a 10 Ft. radius?” The laugh you let out made him pout, retracting his previous statement.  

“Fine. I like when you give me belly rubs. You’re always giving them to Alpine, give me some”

“A child is what you are-” You shook your head, scooting near the edge of the sofa from where you were seated on the floor, turning around to your ridiculous boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your thrown, suddenly forgetting how to breath while Bucky laid on his back, still wearing the collar, the leather material matching his tight black t-shirt and jeans. His t-shirt had ridden up, giving you a pretty view of the faint trail of hair that continued down his jeans, the sun making the silver on the bell sparkle. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked, noting you looked like you were lost in thought, lips lightly parted, breathing heavier. 

“Y-yeah” you nodded, still staring at the little silver bell, shaking your head and the less than innocent thoughts that tried to sneak in. “You’re wearing the collar?” 

“M’cute with it” He shrugged like a little shit, “C’mon, pet me” He grinned, bringing you back in earth, happily humming when you playfully rolled your eyes and sat beside him, letting your fingers graze over his abs, rubbing his tummy up and down. 

“Happy now?” You cocked an eye brow while he nodded, closing his eyes and started falling asleep, the collar still staring right back at you. 

Sitting so pretty on his thick neck. 

Black leather with that delicate little bell-

“Very” He mumbled, half asleep, soon dozing off completely. 

The fucker kept it on the whole day.

And it was driving you insane.

You knew he was near by because every time he moved, it would ring ever so softly, courtesy of his ability to walk so quietly from his assassin training. The collar was taunting you at this point. Delicate little rings everywhere he went. 

You nearly lost your absolute shit when Steve and Sam cackled at the fact that he was in a cat collar. It wasn’t the teasing that drove you up the wall. It was the way Steve inspected the bell and the way Bucky tilted his head up like a little puppy to give them a better view, Steve’s large hand tracing around the leather, if only it was your hand, curving around his neck, your good boy sitting so patiently- 

Relax. 

What the fuck was going on with you. 

You’d managed to get through the day without busting another brain cell, sitting against the headboard with a book while Bucky got ready for bed. 

“Babe, can you help take this off?” Bucky strolled in the room, fresh from his shower, droplets of water trailing down his body, disappearing into the towel that was wrapped around his waist, that fucking collar ringing every time he moved. You couldn’t help but sigh at how cute he looked, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, little jingles ringing as he came over to you. He sat by your side, lazily flopping over onto your lap, while you carded your fingers through his damp hair. 

“You look so cute” You giggled, ignoring the way your pulse was beating quicker, body feeling hot, he looked so fucking pretty- 

“Yeah? You think I’d make a good pet?” He asked playfully, nuzzling into your lap, a deep rumble emitting from his chest when you grazed your nails against his scalp. You continued to massage down his back, his body flexing and adjusting, making the towel around his waist slip, giving you a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass, back muscles rippling. 

“Fuck” You whimpered, you tried so hard to will away the filth that was plaguing your mind again, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice but he did. He most certainly did. He smirked to himself, he could practically smell you arousal, nudging his face between your legs before sitting up and kneeling in front of you. 

He was bare naked, thighs splayed apart while he sat back on his heels, his cock hard, standing tall and proud against his tummy, leaking at the tip. The only thing he had on was still that fucking collar, the twinkling silver taunting you. 

“There something you like, doll?” He cooed, shamelessly letting your eyes rake up and down his body, giving you the most perfect view of his heavy balls, his swollen pink tip, his perfect peach nipples, his pillowy soft lips. 

“You just look-so pretty with this on” You whispered, sitting up, tracing your fingers around the leather, flicking the bell lightly, continuing to trace over his Adams apple, “Don’t take it off yet” You whispered, letting your hand caress down his body, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him to lie back on the mattress, throwing off your pj’s while his mouth watered seeing you so feral. 

His pretty girl so needy all because he was in a cat collar. 

“Be my good boy, baby” you cooed, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulders before tugging his nipples in your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, making him whine. You giggled, blowing over them, watching them peak as you continued to make your way down, finally reaching his aching cock. 

You licked up a drop of precum that was leaking out, your tongue just grazing over his sensitive glans making him moan.

“Oh god” Bucky’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you teasing his slit with your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed to chase more of your mouth. You pushed your tongue against his cockhead slightly making him hiss, gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them, “Please baby, take it all in your mouth” 

You lightly smacked the side of his thigh to stop his squirming, wrapping your lips around the tip, sucking more of his length, loving how broken he sounded, unable to keep still. You sucked and licked every bit of him, getting his balls wet, nipping his sensitive inner thighs. You couldn’t take the feeling of being empty anymore, straddling his erection, pressing your bare cunt on him, covering his length in your slick. 

“You’re soaked” He groaned, feeling your arousal drip all over him, grabbing your hips to rub his cock on you more. 

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” You teased, taking his cock in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, pressing the tip just enough to make him sob without taking his full length, “Wanna put your cock in me?” 

“Please, let me fuck you, I’ll make you feel so good baby” He groaned, biting his lip as you started to sink down on his cock. You didn’t get the chance to ride him; as soon as his entire length was in you, he planted his feet and slammed your hips down to meet his thrusts, fucking up into you like a sexdoll. 

“B-BUCKKY” You squealed, broken moans leaving you lips as he fucked up into you harder, grunting and moaning, the collar around his neck just tight enough to make him pant. 

“Take it baby, you like me like this? Like me in a little collar just for you?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his jaw slack, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin. The soft rings the bell made each time he thrusted up into you made your pussy clench, making your orgasm barrel towards you within no time. 

“Fucking me so good Bucky, keep going babyy” You moaned while he gripped your hips harder, determined to do such a good job for you, angling his hips to make your belly bulge. “I-I’m gonna-FUCK BUCKY” You brought your hand down to rub your clit, grinding down on his cock as your pussy started to flutter and pulse, gripping his cock with a vice like grip. 

Your other hand flew to his neck; his eyes grew wide when you tugged at the collar, choking him slightly, a pornographic moan escaping his lips, his cock immediately throbbing. 

“OH GOD M’GONNA CUMMM!” Bucky started to lose his pace, giving you harsh sloppy thrusts, the sounds of skin on skin and wetness squelching filling the room as he fucked all his cum into you. You slumped on top of him, out of breath while he thrusted as best as he could to get you both through your highs, whining and whimpering at the way he cock continued to drip. 

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing his hot skin, smiling against the black material that was still around him, the bell ringing as you toyed with it. 

“You’re keeping that collar” You panted while Bucky let out a breathless chuckle, still reeling over his orgasm, body still jolting from the after shocks. 

“Damn right” 

[yaut-jaknowit]

Lose Yourself Part 2

Pairings: Male Yautja x AFAB!Reader (Platonic), Female Yautja x AFAB!Reader (Romantic)

Word Count: 2672

Summary: Freedom from the cage brings new troubles. Your new companion brings you with him to space. But... you wanted to go. Why wasn't he allowing you to go home?

Author Note: I'm so sorry for forgetting to post the second part of this. I do have a third part planned as well. It’s not written yet but I’ll post it as soon as it’s ready.

Masterlist

Ao3

The excitement died off. You glance out of the window and was met with the stars of the universe. Beautiful and breathtaking but not where you wanted to be. Your body was still full of jitters. The adrenaline has yet to wear off completely.

Quiet, you padded over to the console and peered through the window. With no light pollution to block out the sky, this was the universe at its fullest. A sight you could watch for hours.

“It’s so pretty,” you muttered mostly to yourself.

The light scrap of talons alerted you that the alien creature moved to stand at your side. You only glanced at him from the corner of your eye. You’ve gotten your chances to see him while in that cage they continuously forced you in.

Which reminds you…

This time, you turned to face him and leaned against the console of controls. “Before we…” The moon zips passed the window, gone in a minute flash of silver. “Before we get to far, can you drop me off back home? My family probably thinks I’m dead and I want to get back home,” you requested from him. Just something simple. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed and sleep for a week straight without worry. Home.

“No.” A straight, denying answer. The smile on your face dropped. You stepped closer to him.

“Uh, what do you mean no? I-I. You… you can’t take me with you. I’ll never survive!” you argued and grew flustered, face going red. “I don’t know if you know this but humans can’t survive out in space.”

The alien huffed and rolled his eyes. “One, you can survive, at least on my planet, under the protection of the females. Two, you’re pregnant.” He crossed his arms and jutted a hip out. The strange fangs on his face twitched.

“Your planet?! Like hell-pregnant?!” you shouted at him and stumbled a few steps away from him. He reached for you before retracting his hand once he saw you caught yourself. “I’m not pregnant! I’ve never been pregnant. This-this. You’re lying. I’ve been stuck in that place for months. I would know if I was pregnant going in there after all this time.”

An equivalent of a deadpanned look graced his features. “I understand oomans can be… oblivious but not even knowing they’re pregnant, even if this early in the process is ridiculous. Even I can smell it.”

Your head jerked back with a disgusted look. “You can smell that I’m pregnant? Well, your nose must be wrong.” You nodded firmly, agreeing with your statement. He had to be! How else would you be pregnant? You were kept alone besides your few visits with him. And well, he never did anything to you.

Another roll of his dark eyes. “Yes, I can smell the hormones. Yes, you’re pregnant… with my child.”

Frozen to your spot, you felt faint and ready to collapse under the sheer weight of your own body and this new knowledge. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this revelation. You gripped the edge of the console with your other hand touched at your forehead. This surely couldn’t be happening.

Now, you believed you were still asleep, unfortunately back at the prison after the craziness he just spoke about. This wasn’t happening.

Your gaze snapped to him with a sudden sharpness to them. A shaky finger was shoved in his direction. “I’ve been through hell and back at that damn place. Do not fuck with me!” you screamed, shoulders rapidly moving with each uneven breath you took.

He growled then marched straight into your personal space. His hands grasped your shoulders and gave you a small shake. “Look at me.” You did. “I’m not lying. You are pregnant with my child. They inseminated you with my sperm. Why else would you be there?”

There was no shred of doubt in his eyes. Tears welled up in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening, not to you! He wasn’t lying.

You sniffled a couple of times and contained your sobs for a later time. Then a thought entered your mind. “That’s why you stopped from attacking me when they first shoved me into your room,” you uttered and returned your gaze to him.

The alien nodded his massive head. The strange tresses that acted like hair swung with the movement. “Yes, it’s against my honor code to attack someone who is pregnant. It made it worse knowing it was my child. I’m heavily conflicted. But, I will protect you. I will bring you to my planet and hand you off to the females. I know nothing about the pregnancy or birthing process. They will be able to guide you during this time.” His hands slid off of your shoulders once he realized you wouldn’t run. Not like you had many places to go here.

Another sniffle broke the silence. Your bottom lip wobbled. “But-but, I wanna go home,” you softly cried. A tear finally fell from your eye.

For the first time, the tension in his shoulders fell away with a heavy sigh. “It is not safe for you to return back to your dwelling, let alone for… your child.” He took a different approach to breaking the unfortunate news to you.

A hand wiped away a stray tear. You gnawed on your bottom lip to point of blood but didn’t stop there. Both of your arms hugged at yourself for comfort. “I ensure your safety, little ooman. That’s why I must bring you to my planet. Where you’ll be safe from the cruelty of your species while under the guide of the females.”

A sigh passed your torn lips, head dropped with a sorrowful look. “I can’t go back, can I?” He’s told you already but you needed to hear it again before accepting the horrible truth.

The Yautja rumbled a soft call. “You cannot.” Your eyes gently closed and attempted to hold back every tear. But there’s always an outlier or two.

When the first crack appeared in the dam, the walls crumbled in its wake. Your shoulders heaved with a powerful sob. All the happiness that filled your very being dissipated with this newfound knowledge. Before you knew it, your knees gave out and settled you on the warm yet unforgiving ground of this new prison.

Freedom, but at what cost?

Warmth from a palm cradled your shoulder. “Do not cry. Do not waste tears. You are in good hands.” At first, you wanted to shrug off the offending limb, feeling your skin crawl at the touch. But, you thought about it before letting your actions take forth. You wiped again at your face then gazed up at him with pained look.

“How do you expect me not to cry?” you hiccupped. “I cannot go home. I will never see my family again. And-and I’m traveling to an alien planet while carrying an alien’s baby. Give me a reason not to mourn over this!” You watched as his mandibles twitched with thought. The gears in his head working yet coming up empty handed.

He grunted and bowed his head. “You are correct, ooman. I’ve misspoken.” A pregnant pause filled the air while the alien gathered his thoughts. “Would you like for me stay or go?”

It was your turn to freeze in turn, words caught in your throat. You didn’t know if you wanted him to leave you to your thoughts or be there for you. This was a creature you knew little about, not who or what he is. Let alone where he comes from or where we go. You were blindly trusting him, blinded by the fact freedom was dangled in front of like a sweet treat.

You licked at your ripped, dry lips then looked at him with a soft look. “Could… could I have some water?” After all this escaping and the fact the institution would feed you just enough to keep you alive, your thirst grew intensely. You would make a decision once you’ve down a glass or ten.

The alien slightly perked his head up the nodded. “Yes, I will fetch you water.” His nimble body rose from its crouched position at your side before stalking away.

For once after the day’s troubling events, you were left with your thoughts. Alone. You stayed in a heap on the ground and rested against the paneling just under the console. A shelter of sorts so you could have a moment to think of your situation.

It’s already an improvement from the place before. This alien shows no sign of injuring you. If you remember correctly, he follows an honor code of sorts. Which means he can’t hurt you, at least while pregnant.

Then… that.

Pregnant. Going to have a baby. A baby growing in your belly. On top of it all, it wasn’t even fully human. Or maybe not human at all. All you knew was it had the alien’s DNA.

The first thing that made you terrified was the birthing process. His head is massive, long. Then, those fangs and claws. Surely those would slice you from the inside out. You shuttered at the thought and hugged yourself tighter. You didn’t know if this child would kill you from the inside out.

The door to the cockpit whooshed open and revealed the ashen grey alien. In his hand was a strange… tan bag. You heard liquid crash inside of it though. He stopped just shy of your curled up form and lowered himself down onto his haunches at your side. He offered you the object. You hesitantly took it from him but stared at it confused. There was liquid on the inside yet how do you get into it? Your head cocked to the side before glancing up at him. “What am I supposed to do with this thing?” you questioned and held the bag back to him.

He chortled, mandibles clicking against one another, then took it from you. “Like this, ooman.” The giant showed you how to untie the knot at the top and handed it back to you.

It took you a moment to realize it was similar to a waterskin. You poured the water into your open mouth, dribbling some down your chin but didn’t stop until it was empty. When your thirst had been touched, you swallowed the last mouthful down and gave a thankful look. “Thank you, I’ve been needing that,” you spoke softly, voice less grouchy.

“How about some food?” he offered and plucked the empty waterskin from your hands. You perked up at the topic and rapidly nodded your head. Instantly, your stomach rumbled a roar, starved from nutrition.

“Please.”

Over the course of a meal, the predator, Errot, introduced himself; giving a name to his face. Not the softest of beings you’ve met, but he is polite in a stern way. He ensured you were well fed after your time at the facility that left you just barely above full on starved. In all honesty, it wasn’t the most tasteful thing in the world but it was food.

Out of every gentlemen action he conducted, you weren’t expecting him to offer his bed. It was large in size to fit himself comfortably and oral instead of a rectangle shape you were used to. The blankets that resembled pelts and furs coated the soft looking mattress. It called your name, hounding in your ear to sleep.

Errot gave the go ahead. You leapt onto its relaxing mattress and buried yourself under each and every blanket. “By the time you wake, we should be planet side,” he announced. All you could give was hum before sleep took you out.

At the entrance of the ship, you stood side by side to Errot, fingers twitch. You couldn’t tell if it was the need to run and hide or wanting to hold his hand for reassurance. You did neither of them.

The ramp lowered. A blast of hot, humid air struck you face first. It nearly tore the air out of your lungs. You swallowed thickly and struggled to breathe deep breaths of the air. Your chest heaved with each inhale to consume all the oxygen possible.

Once the slap of metal touched the ground, your eyes mostly adjusted to difference of light. Inside the ship, Errot kept the lights low, calm. But on this planet, the sunlight was blaring and blinding you.

Through your squinting, you noticed three forms standing at the base of the ship. Terror worked its way up your spine and controlled you to shimmy behind Errot for protection. He hasn’t given any reason not to trust him. So, you threw your life into his hands. Not there was much of a choice anyhow. He had to take you with him here. Home wasn’t safe anymore.

The predator chuckled and side stepped to reveal you back to the figures. You were able to realize these figures were the same as Errot. They each had their personal differences but you could tell they were of the same species as him. Yet, you didn’t know if his species was nice as him. Well, as kind as he could be.

Then, Errot began to make these trills and clicking noises you’ve come to understand is his language. You watched with rapture as the alien stepped down the ramp and bowed his head respectfully to the trio. That’s when you realized he was at least a head shorter than even the shortest of the new group. Your eyes widened.

Your protector was big enough, towering over your form normally. But these giants could make you feel like standing next to a red wood tree. The lump in your throat returned in full force.

All attention was turned to you. Errot motioned towards you before using a universal sign to come closer. Your mouth ran dry immediately. Stupidly, you pointed at yourself. As if there wasn’t another pregnant woman on board this vessel. Errot nodded his head. You steeled your timid, haywire nerves and toed over to the group.

You stayed on the ramp and keeping a good five feet between you and them. Not that you knew it would do much. If they were like Errot, that distance would do nothing to stop them from chasing you down if they pleased.

No one forced you closer, allowing you the ability to believe you were safe. Your eyes darted between the three new figures at the base of ramp.

“Little ooman, these females will take you to their dwellings. You’ll be under their guide during the pregnancy and afterwards,” Errot stated. Your chest ached a little. You knew this was to happen as he’s told you on the way here, but for it to happen… you weren’t prepared.

“But, Errot… I-I’m scared.” Tears well up in your eyes.

Before Errot could speak up, one of the females took only a step to enter your space. It took everything in your being not to shrink away from her massive height. Even with her at the lower end of the ramp. She lowered herself to a knee and cupped your shoulder in a massive palm. Her talons touched past your shoulder blade. “Everything shall be as it is. I will take you under my guide and show you our ways. You and your child will be safe,” she spoke in clear English. Her voice smooth, reminding you of a siren.

Your bottom lip was chewed at again and nibbling away at the healing skin. “What’s your name?” you asked after a pregnant pause. If you were going to be living with her, you wanted to learn her name at the very least.

“Polij’Xy.” Your eyes widened, unable to fully comprehend the entirety of her name. She huffed, face pulling into an alien grin. “But, you may call me Xy for the time being.” The large female adorned in fancy clothing returned to her full height. “Welcome to Yautja Prime.”

[memoiresofaneternaldreamer]

Jeongin + 09:29 + Prompt #2 pls 🙏

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x F. reader

Themes: Smut | Fluff | Slice of Life | Established relationship | Explicit sexual acts | Slight (implied) consensual somnophilia | Slow morning sex | Unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it kids!) | Slight fingering | Use of pet names (Baby, love, angel)

Word Count: 860

Playlist: ‘Mama Saturn’ - Tanerélle

Part of my ‘SKZ Smut Drabble’ challenge.

This story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact.

[09:29] The first sensation your mind registers when you awake from your peaceful slumber, is the feeling of warm lips leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulders. The second, more prominent sensation that registers is the feeling of long, slender fingers gently working themselves in and out your warm cunt. It was early. Not so early that it would warrant you getting angry at the one who had awoken you, but still too early for a Sunday morning. The sun had risen a couple of hours ago, the city you had found yourself in coming alive with it. Your lover included. You suppose it was natural for him now, his body too accustomed to hectic schedules and early hours. But you figured that the prospect of ‘time off’ - and the activities from last night - would have tired him out enough to sleep in. You should have known better.

“Good morning, angel.” He rasps, the grogginess in his voice a telltale sign of his exhaustion. You squint open your right eye, shielding yourself as much as possible from the light streaming in through the open curtains. Even though your sight is still blurry, you take a moment to bask in your lover’s features. From his tousled hair with bangs falling over his soft but tired eyes, to the apples of his cheeks slightly blushed from his arousal, to his open mouth. With plump lips, a shade darker than usual, kiss-bitten and wet, now stretched into a playful smirk. You know that smirk. It only means trouble. 

Your gaze travels lower on its’ own accord, your brain taking in his - and your - nakedness, and eventually landing on the hardness between his legs. “Hmmm. A good morning indeed.” You reply, the tone of your voice teasing as you nibble your lip. 

“I’m sorry for waking you, baby.” Jeongin apologises, his actions saying the exact opposite as his lips continue their searing path down your spine while his thumb joins in on the action between your legs, drawing slow circles over your clit. It is only when the first moan leaves your mouth that he continues. “But the light hit your skin just right, and I couldn’t help myself.” Jeongin enforces his statement by biting down on the supple flesh of your ass cheek. The yelp that leaves your lips is slightly embarrassing, and your arm reaches back to gently swat his shoulder. “I’m sorry baby.” He soothes, lapping his tongue over the now slightly reddened skin, his fingers plunging in deeper as a way of apologising. “Let me make it up to you. Please?” You are in no position to deny your lover anything he asks for, especially when he asks so sweetly, so you do just that.

The wordless nod you send his way is enough confirmation for Jeongin to keep going. “Arch your back for me.” He says, the tone of his voice soft but commanding. You comply, getting up on your knees but keeping your face and shoulders firmly planted on the mattress. Under normal circumstances, you would have made it more of a challenge for him to get you to listen, but the tiredness still lingering in your bones makes you more pliant than usual. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, love.” Jeongin groans, the sight of your plump ass and glistening core nearly too much for him to handle. Your ears register the sound of his movements, and you feel his weight shift on the mattress until he is kneeling behind you. “Should I work you up some more with my fingers or can I fuck you?” He asks, retracting said fingers from inside you. The empty feeling is almost enough to make you whine, but you know something even better is coming, so you keep it in. “No need. I can take you.” You reply, as you feel the tip of his hard member brush between your folds, collecting your juices. 

“Oh, I know you can.” He replies, and plunges inside. 

Jeongin groans at the feeling of being sheathed in your warm, wet heat again, your body easily accommodating him thanks to your earlier tryst. He starts up a pace; slow but purposeful, in no rush to get you off quickly, but intend on taking you there.

It’s a soft kind of love-making. Every snap of his hips against the curve of your ass, every plunge of his cock hitting all the right spots, every soft caress of his hands over your skin, all bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh…Fuck.” You moan, when Jeongin presses his thumb back onto your clit, drawing soft but deliberate circles. “I’m close.” you mewl. “God, yes.” He groans, feeling your walls tighten with every swipe over your swollen nub. “You’re so tight, love. You want me to come?” He asks, the pressure in his balls increasing with every squeeze. “Oh Shit. Yes, baby. Please. Please come with me.” You croon, teetering so close to the edge you can almost taste your release. It only takes him a couple of thrusts before the both of you finally plunge over the edge, his cum painting your walls as you scream out.

A/N: First part of my 'SKZ Smut Drabble' challenge done! This turned out WAY longer than I had planned, but oh well. Also, this is definitely NOT proofread. Thank you so much for requesting anonie, hope you enjoy reading! 💟

[awoogayanderes]

ME AND MY HUSBAND

➪ pairing : fyodor dostoevsky x reader

➪ sypnosis : in which you start having your regrets of being engaged to fyodor, unfortunately for you, it’s too late

➪ warnings : gaslighting, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, religious practices

➪ other notes : though this fanfic is fem implied, they/them pronouns are used, only “wife” is mentioned, im also not entirely sure how wedding vows work but i tried my best

you didn’t know why you accepted. maybe it was a glimpse of hope you saw, or maybe it was fyodor’s threatening eyes. “will you marry me,” four simple words that you knew would change the course of your life. you did love fyodor, but it was more fear that made you stay with him. even then, you accepted and here you are now, shopping for your wedding attire.

you were with sigma, knowing that nikolai would make it about himself or fyodor rather than you. you admired sigma, mostly always collected despite being crushed on the inside. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy being more with him than fyodor. “how about this one?” the young man asked handing you something to try on. “i’ll try it on,” you say sadly smiling, regretting saying yes.

it looked perfect on you. wrapping around the right parts, you knew this was the one. sigma sweetly smiled at you and complimented how it looked on you. yet he couldn’t help but notice that your smile didn’t expand. “is something troubling you,” he asked confused. sigma didn’t know much about weddings but he knew that those who are getting married, should be over the moon excited, so why weren’t you..?

“do you think it was the right choice for me to accept fyodor’s proposal?” you unintentionally blurted out. sigma’s eyes widened in shock. noticing his expression, you retracted your statement. “sorry, just pretend i never said that, just some stupid pre-marital doubts,” you say hoping that sigma won’t question you. thankfully, he just nodded, staying quiet.

as you returned home, if you can even call it that, you decided that you would talk to fyodor, he would ease your thoughts, right? “fedya,” you go up to him as he types away on his keyboard leading to many monitors. he hums, letting you know he’s listening without looking at you. “do you think we’re getting married too soon?” his typing stops as he looks at you.

“you’re saying you don’t love me anymore,” he asks with a frown on his face. “no, i’m not saying that,” you plead. “it seems as if you don’t appreciate my effort,” fyodor’s calmly said. “i-i do,” you say, regretting ever coming up to him. he stands up, walking towards you, placing a delicate hand to your cheek. “then get with the program,” he smiles, knowing that he can destroy you with that one touch of his palm.

almost like a fever dream, time moves quickly and wobbly, now here you are in your wedding attire. you didn’t have anyone to walk you down the isle, it was almost embarrassing. ivan was the officiant, unsurprisingly. you don’t pay attention to any of his words, instead you look at your surroundings. you see only nikolai and sigma sitting in the audience silently watching. you feel fyodor’s hands squeeze yours.

it was his silent sign to not embarrass him and start paying attention. “fyodor dostoyevsky, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect them, forsaking all others, and holding only unto them forevermore?” ivan asks fyodor, “i do,” he says staring at you almost lovingly like. “y/n l/n, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, obey, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore?”

obey? that wasn’t in fyodor’s vows, why was it in yours? again, fyodor squeezed your hands. “i do,” you murmured timidly. with that said, fyodor said his final vow, “in the name of god, i, fyodor dostoyevsky take you, y/n l/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.” with this he put the ring on your finger.

you parroted the same vows, “in the name of god, i, y/n l/n take you, fyodor dostoyevsky, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.” you put the ring on his finger shaking as you do so. “with these rings, i thee wed,” ivan said after the formal interchange.

“by the power vested in me by the name of the holy spirit, i now solemnly declare you husband and wife. let no one put asunder those that have been joined together today in the presence of almighty god. you may now seal this declaration with a kiss,” ivan declared, soon followed by you and your husband kissing. it was the final seal that gave your soul to satan.

[smellss]

collide - Sam Kerr x singer! reader social media au!

summary: Final Part to the nudged series

A/N: i’ve really enjoyed this series i hope you enjoy the last part

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y/noffical: a series of event since finding out this news, thank you @taylorswift for trusting me with your baby!guess i have two reasons now to stay in aus ❤️ #TheErasTour

taylorswift: it’s my honour 💜

masiepeters: THATS MY GIRL

alannahkennedy: congratulations girlie

baby/n: omg i’m so proud and EXCITED TO SEE MY GIRL ON THE BIG STAGE

mummy/n: mmm also two reasons what’s the first @y/n mmmm

zendaya: couldn’t think of someone more deserving SO EXCITED

samanthakerr20: so proud my girl ❤️

katrinagorry: our girl ma’am

samsleftboot: this is so girlfriends coded and i love it

baby/n: mums supporting mums out here

mummy/n: i think we can finally confirm this and i am HERE a for it

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Betrayal

Metkayina reader (21) x Ao’nung (21) x Neteyam (21)

Part 2 is now up!

Taglist: @pandorxxx @neytirishottie @riatesullironalite 💕

Warnings: smut, tad bit of toxic relationship, p in v, fluff, cursing, creampie, aged up characters, some sadness at the end, angst, cheating, fighting, arranged relationship

Summary: You and Ao’nung are in an arranged relationship, but he doesn’t seem to give you what you truly need as you feel like something is missing. That is until the Sully’s come along and the oldest son shows you exactly what is it that you were looking for in a future mate this entire time, making you aware that he was what you needed this entire time, but you went about things in the wrong way…

WC: 4.6k (whew! I know it’s a lot guys I’m sorry ok? I kind of got carried away 🥲)

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“Look at them! Their tails are too thin and their arms have no strength. They cannot swim with us, they wouldn’t survive.” You hear Ao’nung shout to the new guys from far away as you are swimming towards the shore. Neteyam and Lo’ak, that’s what you heard their names were. You weren’t around when they arrived, but they’ve only been here for 3 days, so you have yet to learn anything about them.

“That is not true! Leave us alone!” You hear the girl shout and you must admit. They do look a bit different from what you are used to, they look… alien compared to the Metkayina people. “What is the problem?” You strut over to the crowd surrounding the three new people and stand next to Aounung. “Mother and father want us to train these freaks to learn our ways. That’s impossible, just look at them!” Ao’nung shouts while Koro backs him up. “Yeah, a bunch of freaks!” He repeats, making Ao’nung laugh.

“That is not very nice Ao’nung. They are not freaks, they’re just.. funny looking and different.” You earn a loud laugh from Ao’nung and his posse as he grabs you by your waist, you regretting the words that you just said as you see the girl look down while her ears retract. “That’s my girl. Come on, let us go somewhere else since the freaks have raided this area.” He pulls you towards him before he begins to walk off with you right by his side, you looking back glancing at the oldest one and to your surprise, he is looking back at you.

“How was your swim, my love?” Ao’nung places your face in his hands asking you once you arrive back in the hut that you guys share. “It was great until I arrived on shore to see you bullying the new clan.” You say as you snatch your face out of his grasp and walk away to sit on your cot. “Oh come on, Y/n.” He plops down next to you placing his hand on his knee as he faces you. “They’re just weird foreigners, they would never be able to be half as good as we would be. I wasn’t bullying them, I was stating the obvious.” He chuckles at his own statement while you roll your eyes and fold your arms over your chest. “It is still not ok Ao’nung. You don’t know what they are capable of doing, you should not doubt them.” You protest before he stands up to tower over you.

“I’m sorry, are you taking up for the strangers who just arrived rather than taking the side of your soon to be mate? I seen you look back at the oldest one. Are you trying to tell me something?” He mimics you, folding his arms over his chest as he flares down at you before you look down at the ground. “N-no, öeya yawne. I was not taking their side, I was simply saying that they can learn our ways as well. I apologize for the confusion.” You state before you look up to see him kneeling down in front of you with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t want to hear you taking up for them again, ok? I know that sometimes you don’t even understand what you’re trying to say, so I will let it go, but from now on just sit there and look beautiful just the way I like.” He brings his face to yours before kissing your lips softly then standing back up. “I have to help train the freaks before my father finds me. I will be back later, I love you.” He says as he walks towards the exit of your hut. “Love you.” You mumble as you watch him walk out, wishing your eyes were arrows that you could shoot out and hit him in his back.

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Later that night, you trudge through the sand searching for your soon to be mate, wondering why he hasn’t returned to your hut yet. You don’t know why you even question it, he almost never comes back to your hut until the eclipse is almost over as he stays out late with his friends. You find him surrounded by his friends as usual and you walk over to ask him when he will be coming back.

“My love, when will you be returning back to our hut?” You ask as you approach the group, everyone clearing a path for you to step up to him. “Soon. You have been extra needy these past few days, go find something to do, beautiful.” He says as his friends laugh, your cheeks heating up from the embarrassment as you roll your eyes and walk away from the group, the gap closing back up around him as you make your exit.

You begin to make your way back to your hut as you walk back through the beach, but something catches your eye. You spot the oldest son sitting along the shore alone, his legs being washed over by the lit up ocean. Your mind tells you to keep going towards your hut, but your feet turn in his direction as you begin to walk towards him. As you approach him, he looks back to see you then he looks back at the ocean, not saying a word.

“How are you liking it here?” You ask him as you find your seat beside him. “It is beautiful and different from home, it would be better without you and your mate making fun of my family.” He says as he digs his fingers into the sand, not bothering to look at you. A tinge of sadness washing over you at his words as you think of what you said earlier, knowing that you didn’t mean it in a rude way at all. “I am sorry for what I said about you guys earlier. I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant that you guys are diff-" "It is alright, you don’t have to explain. I understand that we are different from what you guys are used to.” He stops you in the middle of your sentence and you look down into your lap.

“He is not my mate.” You interrupt the few seconds of silence to say and he finally looks over to you. His beautiful eyes looking from side to side as he looks into your eyes, making your heart flutter. “Not yet anyways.” You mumble lowly as you roll your eyes before looking into the water. “You don’t seem too happy about being with him.” He picks up on your tone of aggression and you look back at him. “I… I’m not the happiest with him. I'll say that.” You say before he chuckles a little bit. “I don’t understand. Then why be someone that you are not happy with?” You glance down at a rock sitting beside you, and you pick it up to fidget with it in order to calm your nerves.

“It was arranged. Trust me, I didn’t choose him on my own.” You feel a bit of comfort talking to him, it’s different from what you feel with Ao’nung. You’ve just met this stranger and you’re already telling him things that you wouldn’t even trust your own parents with. “I see. You seem different from him, not as arrogant and rude. I like you.” You blush at his words, you know that they are friendly words, but you wish they meant more. “I didn’t get any of your names.” You say to him and he smiles before speaking. “I am Neteyam, I’m the oldest of my three siblings. My little brothers’ name is Lo’ak, my sisters’ name is Kiri and then there’s Tuk, the youngest. My parents' names are Neytiri and Jake as you have probably heard. And you are?” He introduces himself and his family to you as you take note of every name.

“My name is Y/n. It is nice to meet you Neteyam and your family seems very amazing.” You extend your hand out to him before he takes it in his own, grasping it firmly but yet his hands are smooth and soft. Nothing like Ao’nung’s rough hands. You both stare into each other's eyes, a spark lighting in your stomach as his eyes drift to your lips then back up to your eyes. You finally let go of his hand before clearing your throat and speaking. “Well Neteyam. I must head back to my hut before it gets too late, but I want to properly welcome you to our home. Maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow so that I can properly introduce myself to the rest of your family?” You ask him and he eagerly nods his head. “I will see you tomorrow Y/n. Sleep well.” He says as he watches you stand up and begin to head towards your hut, looking back at him one more time before he is out of your sight.

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A month has gone by since the Sully family has arrived to the Metkiyena lands and you have found yourself closer to them than your own clan, spending every single day talking to them for hours and learning more about who they are, what they do. They have learned so quickly and adapted to the ways of your clan very quickly, that part you admire about them.

“Oh come on Kiri, teach me how you do that thing where the fish follow the direction of your hands! I know there’s a secret to it.” You walk beside her as you guys go to meet the rest of the group together. “I have no idea how I do that, Y/n. I guess maybe you just have to have magical powers like me.” She laughs as she waves her hands in the air, making you bump your shoulder with hers, making her stumble.

You both sit and join the group, Lo’ak and Tsireya sitting side by side as they’ve grown to like each other in the time that he’s been here, you and Kiri sitting together with Tuk in between you as you sit right across from Neteyam, leaving Roxto, Ao’nung and Koro standing.

“We go on our hunt in 4 days, we only need the toughest warriors hunting with us.” Ao’nung says as he side eyes Neteyam and Lo’ak with a smirk on his face. “Bro. Everybody knows that me and my brother are way better than you anyways. Did I not show you that when I beat you up?” Lo’ak snickers, making Neteyam roll his eyes as he tries to hold in his laughter and so do I. “I let you win that one, Sully. Don’t get cocky because we all know that I could beat you right here, right now.” Koro nods his head quickly, agreeing with his statement. Lo’ak’s chest quickly rises and falls as he frowns before beginning to step to Ao’nung, Neteyam stepping in between them and placing both of his hands on their chests. “Come on guys, there’s no need for this. We must focus on what is important and that is the hunt.” He looks from Lo’ak to Ao’nung as they eye each other intensely.

“I agree, this fighting is not necessary and it is absurd.” Your voice breaks the boys intense stares as they turn their heads towards you, who is smiling at Neteyam making his heart flutter. You seem to be in such a trance that you didn’t notice Ao’nung walking towards you until he firmly grasps your arm and pulls you away from the group to a private spot away from everyone for just the two of you.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” He spits at you, making you flinch at the aggression in his voice. “What are you talking about Ao’nung?” You ask as you roll your eyes. “You think I don’t see how you look at him? How you agree with everything that he says and how much time you’ve been spending with him and his family. It almost seems like you want him more than me if I’m not mistaken.” He says walking closer to you until he’s directly in your face.

“No you know what. Maybe I’m just tired of you! Maybe I’m tired of just being here, you don’t show me any attention, you never show me affection unless we are fucking and then you go right back to acting as if I’m not even here anymore! He shows me care, affection. He is a real man, unlike you. I haven’t been happy with you since the day I was put in this stupid arrangement and honestly…” You place three fingers on his chest, pushing him back. “I wish I could’ve met him before I even knew that you existed. I would have made him my mate as soon as possible.” You growl at him before beginning to walk off, leaving him to stand there with that stupid look on his face as if he didn’t know what just happened.

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You stomp towards the shore of the ocean, eclipse lighting the water up as you get closer. You plop down on the sand, breaking down into tears. Why do I have to be the one stuck with him? He’s the worst person that I have ever met in my entire life and he doesn’t love me at all. I wish I could just disappear far away from him and anyone associated with him. You think to yourself as tears flood down your face. You hear someone coming closer to you and you dare not to turn around as you quickly try to dry your tears up.

“Y/n?” You hear Neteyam’s voice calling out for you as he comes and sits next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “What is wrong?” He notices your sad demeanor and you sniffle before looking at him. “I just, I’m going through some things right now Neteyam. I am fine, don’t worry.” You try to give a smile, but even he knows that it’s forced. “What happened? Tell me, I am here to comfort you.” He says as he rubs your back and you feel like bursting into tears again at the fact that he cares so much for you.

“I-I’m not happy Neteyam. I feel like I’m not good enough for anything, for anyone. I just sit here all day and do whatever it is that is demanded of me. I never do anything that makes me feel happy, only what others want and that’s still not enough, and I’m tired of it. I’m just very tired of not being good enough.” Tears begin to tread down your face again as you feel Neteyam’s warm hand wiping them away before you turn to look him in your eyes. “I see you, Y/n. I see what you do, I think that you are good enough and I see how brave you are. You are humble and very strong, that is something that I find admirable about you and I am very proud of you if no one else has told you.” He says as he smiles, your heart fluttering as your lips part, not being able to find the words to say back.

Your eyes trail from his eyes to his lips before you lean in, closing the gap between the two of you. Neteyam gasps in your mouth, stuck in one spot for a few seconds before he kisses you back with passion. You swing yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue in his mouth and grinding yourself against him. He breaks the kiss, panting with his eyes closed. “Wait, this isn’t right. We can’t do this.” He struggles to speak as though he doesn’t actually want to say it. “W-what do you mean?” Your heart beats irregularly as you let go of his neck and stare at him.

“I-I mean… you can’t do this. You are still seeing Ao’nung and as much as I don’t like him, it’s just not fair to him to do this behind his back. It doesn’t feel right.” He says as he finally opens his eyes to look at you. Your thoughts are foggy, heart racing as you think of what to say back, knowing that there’s only one thing that you can say to convince him to keep going.

“W-we broke up Neteyam. We’re done, I left him earlier after he dragged me away from the group angry about me agreeing with you.” You lie, your tail swaying from side to side behind you. You knew it was wrong, but you only had one thought in your mind and that was having Neteyam. “Are you sure that you two are done? Y/n, I don’t want to impose on or ruin anything for the two of you.” You smile at his genuineness, wishing that you could have him as your own. “You aren’t ruining anything Neteyam. We are over.” You lie once again before you lean back in to kiss him.

Your kiss is hungrier, as if both of you have been waiting for this moment since the day you both laid your eyes on each other, and in all honesty, it’s the truth. He wraps his hands around your waist, sliding you back and forth on him as you feel how hard he is underneath his loincloth. He groans in your mouth as you begin to pant, the excitement bursting in your stomach. He stops your movement, wrapping his arm around your lower back before flipping you over so that he is on top of you.

He unties your loincloth, letting it fall in the sand, softly kissing a line down your stomach until he reaches your belly button. He looks into your eyes as you prop up on your elbows while he kisses over your pubic bone, slowly spreading your legs to kiss down each thigh. You groan in frustration as you feel yourself beginning to drip until you feel Neteyam’s tongue lick it up, making you squeal as you arch your back.

“You’re already so wet, Y/n. All for me.” He props up on the back of his feet, untying his own loincloth and letting it fall down, his tip already dripping with precum after just tasting you. He props himself up on his elbow over you as he stares into your eyes with a smile. You smile back at him as you reach up to touch his face before you feel him enter you, making you gasp loudly at the feeling as you dig your fingers into his back. He starts out slow, peppering your face with soft kisses as he strokes into you deeply, making sure that he’s pleasing you to the max.

“You feel so good inside of me Nete. I needed you so bad!” You moan out, your voice pitching as he hits the right spot. He leans his head down kissing you in order to keep you quiet. “You feel good too, baby. I want to mark you as mine so bad, I want to cover you in my scent and put marks all over you so that everyone knows that you belong to me now.” He growls in your ear as he kisses his way down to your neck, biting and sucking all over the sensitive skin, marking you in every single place that he kisses.

He plunges himself in and out of you in a quicker pace, hitting all of the right spots as he leaves you biting your lip in order to hold in your screams, even that isn’t enough to keep you quiet. “Fuck! This pussy is so good, baby. You’re the best that I’ve ever had. You’re going to make me cum deep inside of you and give you my baby.” He moans out as he grips your waist with one hand, pulling you down harder on him. “Do it Nete. Give me y-your babies please!” You didn’t know if you were just caught up in the moment or if you deep down really did want his children, but all you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop, regardless of the consequences that you will deal with later.

You feel yourself coming to the edge at his words, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix everytime he rams into you. “I’m cumming Neteyam! I’m cumming..” you roll your hips, matching his rhythm as you feel yourself cumming on him causing wet noises and moans to be the only sound surrounding you guys. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m cumming too. I-I have to pull out.” He stutters out with his eyes closed, resisting from cumming inside of you right then and there. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist before looking into his eyes. “Do not pull out Neteyam. Cum inside of me please.” Those were the only words he needed to hear to make him slam his hips into you one more time before completely freezing up and mumbling curse words under his breath.

You both catch your breath while he lies on top of you, gently caressing your face and planting kisses on your lips every few seconds. You wished Ao’unung would’ve done this, you’re not used to such affection after because he just gets up and leaves you there all alone, not even bothering to provide any aftercare. “We just had sex on a beach.” Neteyam giggles with his words, breaking you out of your thoughts as you laugh with him. “We did and you were absolutely the best that I’ve ever had.” You confess to him in all honesty and smirks at your words. “Even better than your precious Ao’nung?” You hit him in his chest as you laugh. “Way better than Ao’nung.” You say as you grab his face and kiss him one more time.

He pulls himself out of you, him cum leaking back out as he watches you dip your finger in between your legs to collect some of it on your finger and bring it back up to your lips to have a taste. You slide your finger into your mouth, closing your eyes and moaning at the taste. “You taste really good.” You say as you watch his mouth drop open, mesmerized by what you just did. “You’re going to make me fuck you again. Is that what you want, hm?” He asks you and you smile innocently as you bat your eyes at him. “Maybe we can go back to your cot and continue?” You ask him and he gathers your loincloths, placing yours on in a quickness and then his before helping you stand up and grabbing your hands to intertwine your fingers together. “Let’s go back to my cot and finish what we started.” He says, letting go of your hand and picking you up bridal style making you laugh as you walk back to his hut.

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“I bet you that I’m way faster than you are now! Let’s see who can swim the fastest to shore.” Neteyam challenges you while you two float in the ocean. “You’re on! On the count of 3… 1,2,3!” You both dive head first in the water, taking off as fast as you can to see who will win against each other. Your strong legs pushing you off as you look over to Neteyam to see that he is almost as fast as you, but not quite.

You’ve took the time to teach him how to swim like a good diver, and he’s listened to every word that you said. As you approach the shore, you notice that Neteyam is almost ahead of you and just to let him float, you slow yourself down to allow him to win and you poke your heads out of the water. “I win! I told you that I am way faster than you.” He brags, making you roll your eyes before smiling as you two stand up together to walk on the sand. Your laughter and fun is interrupted by Ao’nung popping up in front of you.

“Y/n! I have been looking for you all over, why did you not return to our cot last night?” He grabs your arm before you swiftly snatch it out of his grasp. “Do not touch me. I was out, just the same way that you always are.” You begin to walk away from him, but he snatches you again this time nearly yanking your arm out of place before you see a fist go across his face. Ao’nung falls to the ground before looking up to see Neteyam’s angry face, making him hiss before jumping back up to his feet and tackling Neteyam to the ground. “Stop it! Both of you quit right now!” You scream out as you watch a crowd surround the three of you, Koro and a few of Ao’nung’s other friends push through the crowd to pull Neteyam away from him.

Lo’ak rushes through the crowd, punching Koro in his face and pushing him down into the sand. Roxto pulls Ao’nung away from Neteyam, telling him to calm down and Lo’ak does the same to Neteyam. “Stay away from my mate!” Ao’nung shouts at Neteyam as he forces himself out of Roxto’s grip. “She’s no longer your mate, she’s mine! You should’ve taken care of her but instead you just broke her heart and now you’re mad that she broke up with you.” He yells back making your stomach drop as you remember the lie that you told him last night.

“Is that the lie that she told you? Y/n, did you break up with me? Is that what you called our fight?” Ao’nung laughs, gathering his composure enough to ask you a series of questions before he laughs again. You sit silent, frozen in your spot as you look between him and Neteyam. “She lied to you, that’s what she did. We are going to be mated and you’re crazy to think that she would actually leave me for you!” You watch Neteyam’s face turn to confusion at Ao’nung’s words, it hurts you to see it but you just can’t say anything back as the crowd waits for your next move.

“Is… is this true Y/n? Did you lie to me?” Neteyam looks at you, his eyes filled with betrayal and pain as you don’t respond, but just stare at him with sorrow filling your face. You didn’t intend for it to happen this way, you had made up your mind that you were going to leave Ao’nung, but you just needed time. You were serious about the way that you felt towards Neteyam, you just didn’t know how to handle the situation appropriately.

Neteyam shakes his head before storming through the crowd and far away from everyone with Lo’ak following behind him, you wanted more than anything to follow him too but your feet just wouldn’t move from that very spot. “Wow. So you tried to play me and the Sully boy. Everyone thought you were so innocent, but I knew this entire time. And now…” Ao’nung says as he comes closer to your ear. “They know as well.” He points to the crowd whispering amongst themselves while giving you a judging look before he snickers and walks away with his group following him. Everyone glances at you one more time before the crowd slowly thins out, leaving you still stuck in that one spot, tears flowing even though your face wouldn’t even move. You didn’t know what to do, but all you knew was that you had to find a way to make things right with Neteyam, no matter what it took…

A/N: omg guys, this took me 14 hours to write and this is the longest fic that I have ever written so I apologize for it being so long and for me taking so long to post, I just wanted to make sure that it came out right! I hope that you guys enjoy the story and I was thinking about making a part 2, so if you guys would like a part 2 then let me know!! Enjoy 💖

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Good Ol’ Dixon Advice

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] | Carl Grimes [ROMANTIC] • He/Him Pronouns • Crushes are weird and Daryl may not have the golden standard advice. But he’ll do his best • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Nightmares / Scars / Messy Confessions / Self Harm Mentioned

Requested by: Anon

“Hey uh…dad? You’ve got a minute?”

Daryl looked up from the bike frame noticing his son standing at the garage door extremely anxious. He stopped what he was doing to give Y/N his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Or I don’t know. I just. Uh….” Y/N tried his best to be blunt about it, but he doesn’t know how Daryl would react to such. So might as well just… “I’m gay”

The archer blankly stared at his kid watching his tense shoulders relax when he shrugged before turning back to the bike frame.

“So? Love who yea want”

“Oh. Okay cool, so how do I do it”

“Huh?” His full attention returned in a split second as Y/N brought himself more into the garage to avoid anyone listening in. Both being paranoid individuals about eavesdroppers even if most aren’t around. “What do you mean ‘how do I do it?’ There’s no handbook to being gay”

“No! I know…like that much. I’m talking—-talking to your crush. Shit like that”

“Language, bud” Daryl scowled, asking for a certain tool for Y/N to grab as he did. If he’s going to be there, he’s going to learn and help with building the bike. “I don’t know how to deal with that that well”

“Seriously? You and Carol aren’t something alre—-“

“Y/N!”

“What! She’s not here! Aaron and Eric aren’t here! NO ONES LISTENING”

“WHOLE TOWN MIGHT AS WELL IF YEA YELLING” Daryl snaps, ultimately regretting it when Y/N retracted as he takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have yelled. But again, I ain’t the best with crushes either. Hell, I only talk to yea most”

“Clearly. But you do grunt for every other sentence” Y/N states listening to him grunt in response, only proving his point.

Daryl handed off the tool for Y/N to put back as it dawned on him. “Who do yea like?”

“Uhhhhh. Not important”

“Y/N, bud…if yea want advice. I might wanna know”

“Or you don’t gotta and still give me advice that you won’t take for yourself and your own crushes”

This kid’s obvious statements is gonna piss Daryl off soon.

“Imma start guessin’ if yea—-“

“Carl!” He snaps hoping to then drop it as he was starting to stress himself out thinking about it. “But it’s like…fuck I don’t know” he got up about to leave the garage but stopped at the exit/entrance.

“Seriously I may cuss a lot. Don’t mean you gotta” Daryl gets up from his seated position, tossing the rag that he wiped his hands with on the work bench watching Y/N tense at the thoughts he was getting. “What’s stopping yea from just saying how yea feel?”

“Don’t you like…gotta know first if they like or don’t like the same gender…”

“Mm. From what I learned growing up, people just take their chances and if they ain’t? You move on”

“There’s nothing to move onto”

“That…sounded bad. But if you have a crush on the kid, then why not take the risk?”

“Cuz there’s also the chance of this Enid girl”

“Have you heard of bisexuals?” Daryl questioning only to receive a glare from Y/N as he held his hands up defensively. “I’ve never seen this Enid girl anyway. Heard of her but not seen her”

“Yeah well she’s on Rick’s good side for the most part. The dude doesn’t know she climbs the walls…and that Carl follows her and I just. Stay in here”

His kid was jealous, he could sense that instantly. But again, he doesn’t know until he just says something.

“Either take the risk or be disappointed, bud” Daryl pats him on the back as Y/N gave him a saddened look.

“I’m scared though”

“It’ll be alright. Whatever happens. It’ll be alright, son”

The next day, Daryl went to talk about such with Rick without his kid knowing that he was doing so. Since to Y/N’s surprise, everyone knew about his crush on the Grimes kid…except the kid himself.

Rick stopped watching a certain someone from the window when he heard the front door open. “Who is it?”

“Were yea expecting someone other than me?” Daryl scoffs shutting the door behind him watching his friend move away from the window. “No seriously. Who were yea expecting?”

“Just doing my job. Keepin’ an eye on people” Rick brought himself into the kitchen to get a bottle ready for Judith as it was almost time for her to wake from her nap. “What’s up, Daryl?”

“It’s about our boys” He says in a calm manner when joining him in the kitchen, but even with the calmness it still lead to worry coming on Rick’s face.

“What happened to our sons? Did Carl fight that Ron kid? Or did Y/N try leavin’ again”

“No to both of those. But it’s mainly about Y/N’s feelings”

Rick froze a moment as he screwed on the bottle cap before letting the confusion continue on his expression.

“Gonna have to explain more”

“Everybody knows Y/N likes your son”

“Okay, who doesn’t like Carl? He’s a great kid”

I’m about to lose my shit Daryl squints trying to read the oblivious expression on his friend’s face. “Rick. Seriously?”

“Seriously what?”

Guess the Grimes have that in common, being fucking clueless to things like love. Daryl wasn’t going to have it and would have to bring this type of conversation up again.

But in the mean time, Y/N was slowly building up the courage to talk to Carl. He climbed over the wall to follow after him wherever he was going and it didn’t take long to find the young Grimes…and what he was doing.

The archer flinched from his spot by the window which was a habit of his, Rick did it for different intentions earlier. He mainly reacted to the front door shutting harshly, immediately noticing Y/N running into the house.

“Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing! The world is a terrible fucking shithole that I don’t want to be apart of” Y/N yells back only for Daryl to get annoyed and ignore the boundary his son has where if he was upset, then Daryl can’t just barge in on the matter he has to approach it gently. But given he almost broke the front door, he wasn’t having it.

“What happened? Seriously. You can’t just shut out and curse”

“Why can’t I just fucking internalize my feelings for a fucking night! I don’t want to talk about it” Y/N snaps about to shut the door to the basement apartment the two stayed in under the Grimes’s residence. But Daryl caught his foot in it.

“Nah. We’re either talking about it or I’m stickin’ with yea until you calm down”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt myself!”

“STOP CURSING” Daryl snaps. “And how do I know you won’t when that’s what yea used to do back in the prison after we found yea”

He didn’t know he knew. But honest? How can you hide something that serious in the apocalypse? Even the old world there would be an anxious aura whenever something as serious as that happened. Or at least Daryl isn’t blind to stuff like that.

“I’m…I’m not gonna do anything…I just wanna stop thinkin’ about it” Y/N frowns pressing his back against the wall and slumping to the floor. “I wish I didn’t see it”

Daryl frowns bringing himself to kneel to his level and not asking, but gave his kid a look to tell him at his own speed.

“Can we just…talk about it in the morning”

“As long as I know you’re not gonna do anythin’, bud.” Daryl sighs. “And that if anythin’ during the night yea come and get me”

“…Okay”

It didn’t take long for the anxiety to consume Daryl during the night. He already has issues sleeping and now this? He didn’t want anything to happen to his kid and given their conversation from the other day…it could only be revolved around that. Or something REALLY bad happened that has nothing to do with it.

But the next morning, without the usual having breakfast with the rest of their group. Y/N leaned up against the wall as Daryl stood in the kitchenette.

“Did yea sleep?”

“No…I should’ve just known” Y/N frowns bringing his attention to his feet. “Like. Why did I even bother trying to build up the courage to tell him if I was just gonna see what I saw”

“You told Carl?”

“No, but I saw him and Enid kiss”

“Oh…oh, I’m sorry kid” Daryl didn’t know what else to say as Y/N didn’t know what he wanted to hear frankly. “Somebody will come”

“Oh like that’s possible”

It is. Given Daryl and Aaron are recruiters and there are other fishes…in this apocalyptic sea. But this was recent and he wanted to feel his feelings in private.

Even if he doesn’t know the other side of the story.

________

The two hide within a tree trunk to avoid walkers and whoever else was outside the walls. Enid brought herself close as Carl tensed slightly when looking her in the eye to try and read what she was instigating.

Then when her lips pressed against his and the sound of shuffling happening, Carl pulled away giving her a confused look.

“Uh”

“Oh. Shit I overstepped”

“No—Well. Yes. Sorry I just…don’t like yea in that way”

“Oh okay…” Enid wasn’t entirely surprised, her being in a similar situation as another where you have to take the risk and either be disappointed never knowing or at least knowing feeling either way. “So…this is a bit awkward”

“Yeah. But like. I care about you and I don’t want this to like. Ruin the chance of being friends”

“It’ll be awkward yea. But no I agree.” Enid reassured him with a smile. “Just friends”

As they exited the tree once the coast was clear, the two started to head back toward the wall they scaled and Enid had to know.

“Who…do you like?”

“Do I have to like someone?”

“No”

“Well I do. I just had to make sure”

Enid rolls her eyes followed by a laugh as Carl drops down beside her. “Imma guess if you don’t say anything”

“I’m not gonna be surprised if you get it on the first guess”

“Oh, so it is Y/N? Cuz that’s who I was thinking of. Ron doesn’t seem like your type…whatever that is”

“Clearly Y/N”

“Right”

________

“Daryl, we need to talk”

The archer is always disturbed when working on his bike and there’s only two people he doesn’t care for the disruption, Rick ain’t one of them.

“I’m busy”

“It’s about our sons”

Daryl sets his tools down giving Rick his undivided attention, noticing the tense expression on his face which lead to his worry but he was better at masking it.

“What happened?”

“Carl just told me he likes your son”

Holy shit Daryl instantly stood to his feet when he heard such and thought how did Rick find this out or what more could’ve happened that didn’t involve either of them. “Okay?”

“Like. Fuck how do I go about this?!”

Oh. Great. “Rick, are you like. Upset by it or—-“

“NO! NO NO NO.” Rick scrambled a bit before taking a deep breath. “No. Just surprised is all. I don’t know what to do about the information I was given”

“Be happy for our kids? But…Uh. Wait. What did Carl tell yea exactly?”

“That he likes both males and femal—“

“About Y/N”

“That he likes Y/N a lot and that he’s been avoiding him. Asking me what he should do but I don’t know!”

Part of Daryl wanted to smack Rick given he has more parenting experience than the archer but he’s this clueless. But another part worried about his kid.

“You’ve seen Y/N today?”

“No, neither has Carl or frankly anybody”

Not like Y/N would go very far since when they first brought him in he was a bit skittish, sure. But as Daryl took him in and the group made him feel like he was a part of something…he never wanted to leave that. He simply has his moments he would rather be alone but he’ll always come back.

And he does.

Daryl waited by the gate for most of the day thinking about the route he’ll take to go find Y/N if he doesn’t come back soon. But when the gates were pushed open, letting said individual in as he was instantly met with a glare.

“Uh. I brought game?” Y/N tried to soften the tension looming as he held up a rabbit that he caught.

“You gotta go talk to Carl”

“Why?” Y/N scoffs carrying his rabbit toward their home as Daryl grabbed his shoulder carefully pulling them back. “What! Why do I have to?! His answer was loud and clear”

“His answer wasn’t loud and clear. You gotta trust me and go talk to Carl.”

“Okay…and what do I get if I do it?”

A boyfriend what fucking else do yea want?! Daryl thought as he knew where Y/N was about to go which made him a tad annoyed.

“You tell Carol.”

“Do I have to go fucking first?”

“No, and language” Y/N grins deviously before tossing the rabbit at him and making his way to the Grimes’ residence but up to where Carl’s room was.

The time from the gate to the door of Carl’s room, made him anxious. He didn’t want to talk about it with him. Didn’t want to be rejected face to face…but right before Y/N knocked on the door, he heard his name being called from the stairs…noticing Carl had gotten home right after he did.

“Oh uh. This is awkward”

“But good. I gotta talk to you”

Huh? Y/N brought himself close but enough for distance even if Carl did take a step forward to break it and some part of Y/N kept him cemented.

“You’ve been avoiding me…and it’s got me thinking about what happened recently with uh. Me and Enid”

“Oh I—“

“I knew someone had ran off in the distance. Too fast to be a Walker or at least we don’t know any variants that can run uh…Just. I knew you saw what you saw”

“Oh…and I’m guessing you’re confirming—-“

“No!…No. it’s not like that at all…I do like Enid. But it was never in that way” Carl started to become a bit bashful as the rise of a pink hue came to his cheeks. “Really never was”

Now Y/N was feeling a bit of the heat rise to his cheeks as he thought this was his window. It is! Just say—-

“I like you”

“I like you”

That left the two to laugh at the unison as Carl instantly brought Y/N into his embrace, feeling him tighten his grasp on the Grimes. The two held onto each other for a while…until the time felt right to take that next step. Even if for the time being it was a kiss on the cheek from Y/N to Carl because they might not know, but the two knew the dads looming on the first floor.

“You think he confessed”

“Yeah they are definitely sucking face right about now if they ain’t talkin’”

“WHAT”

“Calm your tits, Rick. They’re young love let them enjoy themselves…” Daryl starts as it started to get a bit too quiet. “BUT NOT TOO MUCH”

“FUCK OFF DAD” Y/N yells downstairs as that was their cue to leave the two alone for a bit.

Enjoy their happiness for themselves

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey can I request Eddie Munson x male reader for #45 and #56 ? <3

Prompts #45 (I think I’m in love with you) and prompt #56 (why are you avoiding me) from this prompt list.

A/n: mentions of teenage pregnancy and one mention of abortion for a random character I made up cuz Hawkins seems like that type of town.

Lately it had seemed that Eddie had been avoiding you. He never sat in the seat you saved for him at lunch; instead favouring in seating himself between the likes of Gareth and Dustin laughing and joking with them as though nothing was wrong. He stopped asking you to come over to hangout at his place and had even stopped offering to drive you back home. Eddie acted as though you didn’t exists and even when he was forced to acknowledge you, he would tuck tail and walks the other way with his hands in his pockets, going so far as to start making up excuses that he had just remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

The worst part was that he only acted this uncharacteristically when you were there. It hurt you to know that he was actively avoiding you for some unknown reason instead of choosing the more mature option to talk it out with you like the grown adults that you were; but you knew Eddie better then that to chalking it down to him being childish in the face of confrontation because you knew Eddie doesn’t exactly express his emotions as freely as others could due to the constant belligerence he faced from his peers for being who he was. The worst fear you felt during all this was the fact that Eddie might’ve caught or overheard suspicions that you might have a crush on him. It wasn’t exactly easy living life as a gay man in a narrow minded town such as Hawkins; word got out faster here then it could’ve in other towns and cities. Everyone knew everyone, so the mere thought that if someone were to have ever found out the truth that the townsfolk weren’t too appreciative of…well you honestly dread to think about what would become of them or more so you in this matter.

You didn’t wish to become the next Lily Smith, a teenager who had became pregnant and was subsequently disowned by her own family before then ran out of town for not wishing to have the child due to financial issues that came as a result of her family’s disownment of her, refrained the poor girl from being able to feed an additional mouth. Yet her name was dragged through the mud as a monster for supposedly murdering something that wasn’t even considered living. So if there was even the slightest of possibilities that Eddie knew of your feelings for him there was no telling who else might’ve came to the same conclusion; For all you knew it could be anyone, including everyone in the Hellfire club.

The closet person you had to tell such a thing to was Robin Buckley after an innocent slip of the tongue that caused you to immediately retract your statement out of sheer panic; pulling out your go to as to avoid further speculation on your sexuality. When she gave you a sympathetic smile and eyes that told you that she knew all too well of your situation before admitting to her own truth of being a lesbian; Steve Harrington was the only person she bravely told of her sexuality, originally expecting a harsh reaction and vulgar words to be thrown her way about how her existence and attraction to women were a sin as you thought she’d react to your attraction to men. Steve, unfortunately, was a rarity amongst Hawkins townsfolk. There was no real safe way of knowing there were others that would react as kindly as him, so you vigilante remained and forced to swallow your pain as you lived behind a unbearable lie just to live.

So as you sat there by yourself, contemplating your next move concerning Eddie, you hadn’t notice that Gareth had sat himself beside you on the stage of the auditorium where the majority of the Hellfire club activities were partaking. “You alright?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, drawing you out of your thoughts. You and Gareth only shared a handful of lessons together yet managed to establish a basic level friendship with the plaid wearing male; on the surface he may suffer from a case of resting bitch face but other then that he was just as intimidating as a chihuahua, though you’d never tell him this to his face as he’d put you in a headlock again like last time. “Am I weird to assume that Eddie has been acting weird lately? More specifically with me?” You asked, looking over at Gareth who looked back at you with the same suspicion.

“Now that you mention it, yeah. Eddie has been acting a little weirder then usual.” Gareth admitted as he thought back to the moments where Eddie visible grew stiff or was it flustered whenever your name was mentioned as though just merely thinking about you was enough to set Eddie off in an uncharacteristic episode. Which in of itself was odd as Gareth assumed that you and Eddie were quite good friends for the most part, sure you had your moments but those came from places of concern for one another for the others well-being. Now it just seemed that as though your name was an addictive kind of poison that Eddie wished he could stop drinking. After hearing your assumptions being confirmed, the fear began to settle in second, the fear that he somehow knew and was now putting distance between you both. Whether it was out of respect or disgust you weren’t quite sure.

“Have I done something wrong?” You asked, this time your voice a lot softer, more afraid then before. Gareth’s face softened to that of sympathy, he didn’t like it when his friends were sad, it made him feel powerless to make a difference in their mood; so he placed a arm over your shoulder, bringing you close into his side so that you were practically flushed against one another. Gareth’s cinnamon, spiced apple and citrus scent and body warmth had you melting into him like a touch starved cat. “No I don’t think you have but I think it’s be best if you confront him about it. Eddie is a stubborn prick when it comes to opening up about his issues but I’m sure you’ll knock some common sense into him.” As you were going to respond back, telling him that it was hopeless to even do that, almost as though you were trying to catch smoke, around the same time Eddie had came into the auditorium.

He stopped in his steps to take in Gareth’s arm over your shoulder, how closely pressed together you were and the relaxed yet defeated look upon your face that quickly became that of shock when you finally notice his presence as though he walked in on something he wasn’t meant to witness. “Eddie? What’re you doing here?” You asked, lifting yourself away from Gareth who watched him like a hawk. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to speak as the stinging feeling of jealously burned beneath his skin, preventing him from making coherent sense of what he was seeing; his mind was already making up something to fill in the gaps of what could’ve happened before he entered the room or what could’ve happened has he not came at all. He knew he had been avoiding you recently but he didn’t think you’d be quite to cosy up to Gareth so quickly. He didn’t want to avoid you but when he started to realise his feelings towards you were edging towards borderline romantic that’s when he had to step back and evaluate the person who stared back at him in the mirror.

You were trapped in his mind like a parasite. Eddie couldn’t get you out of his head, even in his dreams he saw himself lying in your arms as he smiled dreamily at you. He didn’t see this coming, not by a long shot; Eddie didn’t know if you were into guys, fuck he didn’t know he was into guys until you showed up in his life. The reason why he’s staying away from you is because he didn’t want to disgust you with what goes off in his mind when it pertains to you. “Eddie?” Gareth’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, “are you okay man?” Eddie’s eyes shifted between you and Gareth before he runs a hand down his face, sighing defeatedly, seeing no point in staying in the auditorium if it meant constantly hurting himself of seeing you and Gareth so close. “I uh…thought…I thought I left something here but then I remembered that I actually left it in my van and had no need to come here…,” Eddie waved his hand at you two dismissively, “go back to whatever you guys were doing. Sorry to disrupt…I guess.”

“Eddie!” You cried as he left the auditorium, looking back at Gareth who only raised his brows at you as if to say ‘what are you still doing here, go after him’ and with his silent blessing you hurriedly jumped off the stage and ran out of the room after Eddie who was already nearing the exit with his hands buried deeply within his pockets; shoulders slumped and his head hung low. It didn’t help that his long strides made you feel as though you were on a time sensitive mission as you ran after him, mind racing with every possible worst case scenario that you didn’t notice that Eddie slowly stopped walking when he heard fast footfalls coming from behind him and getting closer by the second. “Eddie please wait!” You cried, silently thanking that the building was vacant of human bodies to witness anything that was about to happen for your sake and his.

“Y/n?” He questions as he turned to look at you, having stopped walking entirely, causing you to bump into his being, almost knocking you both to the ground if Eddie hadn’t grasped your arms. You looked into his eyes and the words seem to have died in your throat as you were reminded on how handsome he was up close with his brown puppy dog eyes and the way his hair framed his perfect face and how the fluorescent lighting portrayed him as a soft angelic being. “Eddie.” You panted, trying to regain your breath as the words you’ve always wanted to say came out all at once, “why are you avoiding me? Have I done something wrong? Have I insulted you in anyway because I just don’t understand what’s happening between us.” You brought your hand up to his arms, gripping them tightly as you tried to keep your emotions at bay. “I thought we could tell each other everything…what changed?”

“I think I’m in love with you!” Eddie cried, his heart breaking at the hurt he had indirectly caused for his sudden realisation of his feelings for you. All Eddie wanted to do was protect you from all harm his feelings for you could do but he hadn’t realised that him hiding from you was only hurting you even more then he could ever imagine; he didn’t want to be away from you as long as he had because it hurt him just as much and realise how he needed you in his life to function properly as if you were mandatory for his survival which you might as well be. “What?” You voice came out as a breathy whisper as you silently willed him into saying those words you only ever heard his speak in your wildest fantasies. You craved him to say it again, no you needed him to say those words again so you could be certain that you weren’t dreaming.

“I think I’m in love with you y/n.” Eddie said again, eyes taking in your every reacting so he could prepare himself to pack his shit and move far away from you as possible and nurse his heartbreak elsewhere. “I’m so in love with you that being away from you hurts me, yet the idea of you not knowing how I felt, the idea of you being with Gareth hurts me even more. When I saw you both in there so close and cuddled together I thought I was too late, I felt my heart painfully crush within my chest as the thought of you not being with me like you are in my dreams hurts more then any of the beatings I’ve gotten from those jock fucks in the past. I realised in that moment that I needed you and that what I’ve been doing recently had only caused you as much pain and I’m truly, truly sorry.” You could barely believe what you were hearing right now. Eddie, this entire time, felt the same for you; It almost seemed too good to be true that the only possible way that you could be for certain was for Eddie to, “Kiss me.”

His eyes widened at your request, yet he wasn’t one to deny go and deny you of such as he brought one of his hands to the back of your neck and the other to the middle of your back where he brought you in closer to him all the while he leant forward almost hesitantly, “are you sure, I don’t want to pressure you in anythi-“ before he could get to finish you had already brought your lips to his by grasping the lapels of his jacket between your hands. Eddie felt himself sigh in relief as he held you tighter against him as he closed his eyes and indulged himself on the taste of your lips with the intention of savouring the kiss and every future kiss that would be certain to follow soon after.

[kxisuke]

Okay I was reading some of your work and I really like it and I was wondering what happens if the reader was reincarnated into the show and they know what's happening. Then they meet their favorite characters like dazai, chuuya, ranpo, kunikida and fyodor but they know what's gonna happen but they slipped out the spoilers. How would they react to it?

✧ REACTING TO SPOILERS

✧ p. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, kunikida, fyodor

✧ tw. slight bsd manga spoilers! angsty a bit in chuuya's + kunikida’s part??

— a/n. thanks for the request and being so patient! i hope this was what you were looking for, and i quite enjoyed writing this :3 have a good day!!!

(i kinda ran out of ideas at fyodor's part i apologize T-T)

[part 2] [part 3]

-> DAZAI OSAMU

“It would be handy right about now if we could see into the future by just a couple of seconds!” Ranpo whispers from across the room. “Then we would be able to see when Kunikida comes back so we don’t get caught slacking off.” 

“That would be so handy.” You’re currently shuffling through the piles of paperwork on your desk, absentmindedly sorting while entertaining Dazai who’s sitting at your desk with you. 

“If only Oda was here… then maybe he could help us.” You muttered under your breath, not noticing Dazai stiffen from where he’s sitting next to you, having accidentally heard your statement. 

The door opens and everyone scrambles about as Kunikida walks back into the office, eyeing everyone suspiciously as you all pretend to be working. 

Later that night, Dazai comes into your shared bedroom, climbing into bed and wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.  

“Y/n…” he says quietly, poking you in the cheek. 

“Yes, Dazai?” You look over at him in the dark, and see his usually calm eyes glistening with tears. Cupping his cheeks, you give him a soft kiss.  

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”  

“How do you know about Odasaku?” You freeze at his question, unsure of how to respond. 

“I... I can’t tell you.” You can see the confusion and sadness swirling in his eyes, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. The only thing you can really think to do is pull him close to you, kissing his forehead as he quietly cries into your chest. 

“Just know that you can talk to me about it anytime, okay? You shouldn’t have to keep your emotions to yourself.” He retracts from your embrace, sniffling and wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. 

“Then you have to promise me one thing.” 

“I’m listening.” 

“Before I die, you have to tell me how you know about him.” You let a small smile appear on your face and you allow him to take your hand in his.  

“I promise. Now let’s get some sleep.” 

-> CHUUYA NAKAHARA

The sudden change in your behaviour was noticed by Chuuya, and he was almost nervous to ask about it. It seemed as if you remembered something that you wanted to forget. He could see it in your eyes, the hurt, the pain, it wasn’t anything to be taken lightly.  

“Are you alright, y/n?” You looked up at him, and Chuuya could see the tears brimming in your eyes, and you shook your head, trying to deny any of the thoughts that were spinning in your head. He immediately pulled you close to him, resting your head on his chest as tears fell silently from your cheeks. You know you shouldn’t say anything, but the splintering pain in your heart was too much to handle.  

“Chuuya,” you spoke softly, voice partially muffled by the fabric of his shirt, “how long can you hold your breath for?” The question caught him completely off guard, and he didn’t see any reason you’d need to be upset about something so simple. 

“Uh, long enough. Who do you think I am?” 

You didn’t believe him. 

“I know you can’t do it for that long. You don’t have to lie to me.” 

Chuuya didn’t really know what to say. He doesn’t know where these emotions are coming from, or how to comfort you.  

“Why does it matter so much?” He says as his hand rubs small circles on your back. “It’s not like I’m gonna need that skill anytime soon. So why are you so upset? This isn’t like you.” Your hand balls into a fist, and you fight back the urge to scream. You can’t say anything, it’s not right for you to play God and change natural events to your benefit. But you can’t sit back and watch. 

“Because you die, alright?” Chuuya can hear the anger and hurt in your voice, before you break down into sobs. “And I can’t let that happen.” 

“What?” He’s totally taken aback. It isn’t every day that the person he loves and cares about more than anything in the whole world tells him that he’s going to die. And how do you know this? Do you have some secret ability that you haven’t told him about? But you’d never lie to him, right?  

“I’m sorry,” you whisper between choked sobs. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” Chuuya takes a breath, deciding how to approach this situation. 

“Can you tell me how you know this?” You shake your head. 

“I can’t. But please… just trust me.” Chuuya kisses your forehead, still processing this information.  

“Alright. I’ll trust you. But don’t fret about this. I promise you aren’t going to lose me. I’d never do that to you. Do you understand?” You nod again, and Chuuya wipes the tears from your cheeks.  

“Good.” He pulls you up from the couch, holding your hand in his, and walks you to the kitchen. “Let’s have something to eat, then we can watch something on TV to get your mind off this?”  

“Okay. That sounds good.” 

-> RANPO EDOGAWA

You were sitting at your desk, stuffing your face full of snacks courtesy of your beloved Ranpo, who had some stocked up for you in case of emergency. Your fingers loosely sifted through paperwork, disinterested, as you waited for something exciting to happen. You watch as Ranpo moves across the room, approaching where you’re sitting before handing you a sheet of paper. 

“What’s this?” You ask, voice partially muffled by the food in your mouth. 

“The invitation I got earlier, remember? Yosano and I just got back.”  

“Oh yeah. The game of deduction. How’d it go? It was from Poe, right? The locked room murder?” Ranpo raises a questioning brow.  

“Yeah… how’d you know?” Your eyes widen briefly but you manage to keep your composure, winking at him.  

“Just my powers of deduction, you could say.” Chuckling nervously, you mentally curse yourself for letting that slip out. Ranpo, on the other hand, is just confused. Even his deductive skills aren’t that good that he can just know something without any evidence.  

“Oh, okay.” He goes quiet for a moment and you both sit awkwardly, unsure of what to say. He reaches over and stuffs his hand in your bag of snacks, breaking the silence. 

“You don’t have to lie to me, y/n. How did you know? Are you secretly working with the Guild or something?” You immediately shake your head. 

“No no no not at all… I just… know.” You avoid looking him in the eyes, afraid he might figure out your secret. “Just… forget about it. Pretend I didn’t say anything, alright?” He looks at you, debating whether or not he’ll forget that easily, but he eventually sighs.  

“Fine. Do you swear you’re not working with the Guild though?” You take his hand and can look at him with certainty.  

“Yes. I swear.” 

“Okay good.” He swoops down and kisses your cheek and grabs another snack, sitting down next to you. 

“One day you’ll have to tell me though. There’s no way your deductive powers best mine.” 

“Alright, one day.” 

-> KUNIKIDA DOPPO

“Is everything alright?” You ask quietly as Kunikida basically collapses on the couch after coming home. You sit down next to him, placing the two hot cups of tea on the coffee table and remove the his notebook he placed over his eyes. You can see a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he forces a small smile on his lips.

“I’ll be fine. Just a rough day, that’s all.” 

“You can talk to me about it, okay? I know something’s bothering you.” He looks over at you before slowly pulling you into a hug, his head resting atop of your own. 

“There was this girl, young, and I barely was able to save her. If it wasn’t for Yosano, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.” You can feel his voice starting to shake, and he takes a deep breath.

“I just don’t like not being able to save everyone, you know?” You look up at him reassuringly, kissing his cheek. 

“One day…” Your mind briefly flashes to the events that are to follow this moment, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” You shake your head, muttering under your breath.

“Nothing. I’m okay.” He can tell you’re lying, the tears slowly falling down your cheeks giving it away. Taking your one hand in his, he brushes your tears away.

“Tell me.”

“One day…” you take a breath. “You aren’t able to save someone. And it destroys us all.” Kunikida pulls you to his chest and you steady your breathing.

“That’s okay. I had a feeling that would happen.” Your voice is quiet, but Kunikida can hear a sliver of hope in your tone.

“But one day, you’ll be able to save everyone. It might be hard, and you won’t always be able to do it. But you’ll be able to save everyone that counts. I promise.”

“How do you know that for certain? You can’t read the future, can you?”

“Just trust me, okay?” Kunikida rests his chin on your head and wraps his arms around you, not a common action from him, but he feels it to be fitting as the both of you sit in silence for a second before he finally speaks again.

“Okay. I trust you.”

-> FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

“Do you know about my ability, love?” Fyodor’s question almost surprises you, and you answer without hesitation, eyes not moving up from the book you’re reading. 

“Yeah, it’s Crime and Punishment, right? I’m not one hundred percent sure about the minute details yet, but it allows you to kill people just by touching them.” Taken aback slightly, Fyodor takes a slow sip from the cup of tea in his hands.  

“Uh, yeah. That's right.” You look at him, a little confused at his hesitant voice, before you realize you slipped up. 

“Um, I mean... I- I don’t really know like... that was just a guess, I'm not entirely sure.” Trying to cover up your mistake, you stumble over your words, Fyodor’s eyes narrowing at your reaction. 

“How do you know that? I haven’t told anyone about my ability yet, as to not put myself at a disadvantage. I trust you enough, but I don’t recall ever informing you.” 

“Uh, it’s complicated. Trust me though, I promise I'm not against you. I just... know.”  

“Does your ability allow you to see other’s abilities?”  

“No, not at all.” 

“Then how do you know?” You can sense the pushiness of his questions, and doubt starts to form in your stomach. You wish he’d just stop asking you how you know because you can’t tell him. 

“I just do. Let’s just leave it at that, okay? I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you and that he wants to know more, but he goes silent. 

“Promise me you’re not betraying me and working behind my back?”  

“Yeah, I promise. I'd never do something like that to you.” He stares at you for a second, trying to detect any hints of a lie, but you’re being completely truthful. 

“Fine. I won’t forget about this though, alright?”  

“I’m still not gonna tell you how I know, no matter how much you ask me.” He takes another long sip of his tea, shaking his head, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“You’re no fun.” 

[hurricane-heatt]

i think you would really knock out of the park a fic featuring martian + politics, like something to do with a politician in campaign and the guy writing his speeches/polishing his image, like the dude that tells you what tie to wear because it would show your allegiance to x cause. (sending you much love, xoxo)

oh my god GOOSE ur a genius.

u may ask which political system is this to that i respond what political system! this is based off vibes. there are some uk references tho!

hope u like it!

Mark rests his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looks up from the latest clause he’s working through, to see Sebastian in the doorway. He sets his pen on the desk, the sound of it tapping reverberating against the rest of the room.

He tries not to laugh at Seb, leaning against the too-tall door in a picture of exasperation. He fails, and Sebastian scowls at him.

“It’s the stupid tie, you know, the one that’s a funny length.” Said tie is slung around his neck, wonky and crumpled, a stark contrast to the fitted and pressed shirt, tailored trousers, shiny shoes. Every single part of him is slick and presentable, bar tie and, as always, his hair. Ever unruly, curls poking out from the ponytail.

“I’m sure it’s the tie that’s the problem. Listen, I think the maroon one-“ Sebastian tuts.

“Come on, Mark. You’re no amateur.”

Seb’s got a point, and besides, years of doing this means Mark knows when to pick his battles. Ties aren’t one of them, hasn’t been since that first election attempt. Neither are professional titles - Mark hasn’t called Sebastian ‘sir’ in years, and Sebastian hasn’t called Mark ‘Mr Webber’ since the day they met.

“C’mere, then.” Mark stands from his chair, the legs scraping awkwardly along the floor. “Can’t wear the red one-“ Seb continues on, as Mark wraps an end of the tie around the other. Mark knows why, but lets him ramble on. Besides, the tie is maroon.

“-because the right honourable Ferrari fucks will get pissed about it.”

Mark raises his eyebrows, just a hint, enough for Sebastian to read it, wince and retract his statement, as practised over and over. “The Ferrari party and I reached an amicable agreement-“

Mark isn’t the press, or the other members of the house. “Don’t start, I wrote you that speech.”

He did. Sebastian blushes a colour nearly the rosso corsa of the opposition, and swats Mark on the arm. The tie is tied, sits snug and tight at his neck. He smiles. “Better?” It’s black, with a single silver bumblebee pin tacked to the tail of it. It’s Sebastian’s new thing, new passion project. It’s doing well with voters, particularly the young.

Mark’s fingers tug at the lapels of Sebastian’s blazer, puts a knee between his legs. Seb looks up at him with wide eyes, wanting, but then seems to remember himself.

“These are ironed, for once, so no.”

Fine, maybe later. He leans down slightly to instead kiss Sebastian on the cheek, where the embarrassed blush is fading to his usual pink tinge. “Handsome. Can we run over this?”

Another eye-roll, but he’s smiling at the compliment, lips spread wide and pulling at the corners. “I’m plenty good at reading through your boring stuff on my own.” But he still moves towards Mark’s desk either way.

[kitmoas]

Now, then, and Forever/

Summary: Sometimes you have to dig through the ashes

Word Count: about 10k

Warnings: ANGST (vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm), Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights

*As always, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is the first part of the TGU6: Season 1 Finale! As you guys voted for, the finale is separated into two halves. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow around the same time!! ALSO there might be so many mistakes and I suck so I do be sorry my loves

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Training Grounds Master List

“It isn’t something I’m used to, you know?” The sun shines brightly against the shiny skyscrapers all around the two, rays hitting cars’ mirrors far below them as they take a snack break in between civilian tasks. 

The boy nods, a barely there sigh as he waits for what comes next. He knows every line, and knows the troubles. It wasn’t something that made him happy, and sometimes he wishes that his best friend never met her girlfriend. He hates the thought, the two were basically perfect together but with the beloved princess came two people that he believed would be the archer’s downfall one way or another. 

“I love her…but I know I’m going to lose her one day. I’m not the person that people keep around and I get that, I’m tainted and not good.” Even though the brunette has said these words hundreds of times, it still gets stuck in her throat. 

Peter sighs, trying to gather the strength to not get angry. He’s not mad at anyone in particular, he hates being angry, but the frustration he feels by this entire situation is getting to be too much. The young boy doesn’t know too much about relationships, only really being with MJ, but he does know that the four of them need to figure out what is going on before it destroys them all. “Kate..you know I don’t believe that and neither does she.” 

The young brunette shakes her head, pulling her legs up so they no longer dangle over the edge. Wrapping her arms around her knees, leaning her forehead against her arms, making her look even younger than she is. 

Peter raises his hand, hesitant and hanging in the air near his best friend’s shoulder before he lets it fall back to his side. He can’t push too much, knowing the girl would immediately retract into herself and hide all of her emotions. 

“I’ve done everything, anything I could. I just wanted them to love me. I want them to look at me like the books, you know? I get it’s not up to them, it isn’t their job but sometimes I just want to be good enough just..being me.” The way she speaks is frantic, fast and almost out of it. It’s almost as if she’s not even there, just a mindless rattling of her thoughts. 

“I don’t want to say it again, but at this point I’m going to. It feels like that saying, don’t meet your heroes and that sucks but Kate you are not being treated correctly by them. Your girl shouldn’t be letting them treat you this way either, and no matter how amazing she is that doesn’t give her a pass to let others treat you like shit.” The young man isn’t sure why he decided to signal you out, but he did. Trying to shrug off the guilt, he stays head strong in his statement. 

“Clint turned out fine.” Kate’s voice is small, an attempt at her know-it-all mask. It’s a pitiful effort, they both know that but neither point it out. 

Closing his eyes, the grip on his soda tightens just a little and cracks the glass slightly before he takes a deep calming breath. “Well.. maybe that’s because you didn’t start dating his wife?” 

Kate’s head snaps up, wide eyes as she shakes her head adamantly. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Wanda and Natasha gave her permission to go out and be single while they were gone. It isn’t my fault really that they wanted to keep me around after. I didn’t…I-” Her voice dies out as she starts shaking, her head falling back to lean against her knees as she tries to reign in the beginnings of a panic attack. 

The boy sighs, trying to back track immediately. He didn’t want to make her panic or freak out, just point out a basic difference between the two. “Just because you didn’t mean for it to happen, and just because they kept you around, doesn’t mean that you get to be treated like this or that they expected everything to end up like this. Maybe something else happened and now they aren’t sure where the dynamic is?” Slowly speaking, trying to bring focus back to the normal way these conversations go, Peter lets himself watch a few kids play below them on the sidewalk as he waits for a response. 

Kate lifts her head slowly, a confused expression painted across her face as she turns to look at the boy. Her mouth falls open a few times, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to collect her thoughts. A noise of skepticism tumbles from her lips, making her flinch at herself and how pathetic she sounded. 

“You’re telling me that you haven’t noticed anything different? Things haven’t evolved in the year or so that you became part of this dynamic? Even if that evolution isn’t something that you want, it needs to be dealt with before it drags you all down.” He turns to her now, a gentle look on his face as he finally notices she’s calmed down and seemingly back to her fix-it mentality. 

Ocean eyes squint, a teasing look soaring across her face when a mischievous smirk pulls at her lips. “When did you become so smart? You’re a child.” 

He rolls his eyes, running his hand through his messy curls. “Being with MJ has pushed me to learn about things and how to read her emotions.” Trying to push off the real foundation he found, a mentor who has been helping him be a better man for his girlfriend. 

The archer sees right through it, snorting as she mocks her best friend. “You’ve been hanging out with Scott and Hope haven’t you?”

He’s laughing, nodding as he shoves Kate away from him. The two taunt and joke with each for a while, giggling and gossiping like normal teenagers as they watch birds and planes fly by. 

Ringing interrupts the moment, the two of them laughing even harder when the jarring noise almost makes Peter fall off the ledge. 

“If you two are done doing whatever it is that you happen to be doing, I have a mission for you.” The static filled Stark voice almost echoes at the height the two are, bouncing off the glass and muffling against the brick. 

Struggling to contain the giggles, the young boy straightens even though his mentor cannot see him. “Yes Mr. Stark sir, we are ready.” 

Scoffing, the billionaire’s sarcastic smirk can almost be heard as he attempts to hum professionally. “Good, don’t disappoint. The information has been sent to both of your HUDs. I’ll see you both soon.” 

The two of them chug back their drinks, smiles bright as they stand and quickly stretch their legs. Peter’s mask materializes around his head, eyes blinking as he readjusts to the ability to focus. He looks around as Kate’s new suit bleeds out from the shooting glove on her left hand, a mix of nanotech and Uru. The two still can’t believe the suit that was gifted to the CEO, something that must have taken not only a trip into space but months to build. Purple and black in color, shiny as it glows from the magic within its molecules, the suit practically melts against her skin before dark purple glasses slip around her head. 

Kate’s eyes blink frantically, working to quickly adjust to the blinking information that shows up about everything around her; a smirk spreads along her face before she jumps off the ledge. “Race you there!” 

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“Do you think it was a mistake?” The sentence made you freeze, alcohol blurring your vision and sugar rushing your veins. It wasn’t sudden, you knew that your brother and best friend had been walking on eggshells to not bring up the situation that you’re in but you weren’t ready for such a blunt question. A toe dipping into the endless abyss of water, just a touch to see the temperature, was expected even welcomed because you knew you needed to talk about it. You should have known better. You never seemed to get what you thought you needed—no, instead you were handed what the world believed you would benefit from. 

Unsure of where to even begin to answer, you slowly look away from the screen to where the other two sit huddled together. Taking a deep breath you try to settle the sinking feeling in your stomach, the sting of bile crawling its way up your throat at the thought of them asking if one of the three people you love were a blunder. “A mistake?” Your voice is shaky, cracking embarrassingly, bringing a vexed maroon across your face. Something you always hated about yourself was your inability to hide your emotions, your mask only lasting long enough for you to flee judgemental eyes before crumbling into pieces at your feet. 

With each movement, awkward and robotic, crinkling of candy wrappers and snaps of pretzel sticks fill the room. No one really knows where to go with the conversation now, the threat of a full blown fight just a few wrong words away. 

It’s the blonde who gains the courage to speak up first, hesitant with each word nonetheless. “It…we are not saying that you need to end but you do not think this is getting out of control?” 

You are instantly defensive, not wanting to admit to the state of your dynamic. It wasn’t something you were proud of, hiding in the good moments to distract yourself from the bad. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh now, we all know that is a lie. Do not lie to your best friend.” Yelena settles back into the couch, crossing her arms as she mockingly pouts up at you. She is no longer scared of your outburst, knowing that it’s just a way for you to redirect your own frustration. 

It surprises you when Carson’s voice rings out, strong and confident. Your younger brother is rarely open to confrontation, and it makes the situation you’re in even more serious to you if he is even ready to speak up about it. “Everyone sees it now, even mom and dad are questioning things. You lasted how many years without them even second guessing where you were going, and all that is going to crumble in a couple months.” 

“He isn’t our fucking dad!” Your voice cracks, anger clawing its way up your throat. Glaring at the floor in front of the coffee table, you try to sort through your thoughts quickly but you can’t even decide who you’re actually mad at. 

Carson nods, setting the control on the couch next to him as he sighs. He had thought you would be passively defensive, not outwardly offensive with him but he was wrong. The young boy should have known as soon as he brought up your step-father that things wouldn’t be as smooth for him as they were for the widow next to him. 

Yelena just raises her eyebrow, rolling her eyes as she watches you seethe. “Do not take it out on him, you know that your anger is not at us so take a moment to breathe.” She’s talking almost as if she would to a child, but for some reason it doesn’t make you angry. 

“I don’t know anymore. Okay? Is that what you guys want to hear? I don’t fucking know anymore. Everything is falling apart and everyone is so angry all the time. My life is crumbling, every single thing I thought I knew is breaking. Everything is so tense and I don’t know how to deal with it! I didn’t sign up to keep the entire world together! Okay? I didn’t want this! I am not the one in charge! I signed up to be able to give and do, and become a person that eases the tension in a relationship by just existing as I am. I didn’t sign up to be a smart issue fixer. I sound like a fucking idiot, I can’t fix anything! I couldn’t even save dad, how does anyone expect me to save them? How does anyone expect me to fix things? 

The two watch as you stand up, screaming into the room. It doesn’t scare them but the louder you get the more that your younger brother flinches. The blonde agent just sits there, legs crossed as she watches you break down. No matter how much either of them want to reach out to you, Yelena knows better. The moment you realize that you are still in a room with people you’ll dart, flight kicking in as the fight in you sizzles out. 

She knows you need this, a moment to feel the pain that you have been bottling up for months now. Everything in your body and mind mixes, memories being dragged into your current world to try and make sense of something that you feel like you lost control of. As much as it pains both of them to sit there and do nothing while you crumble in front of them, they know it’s the best thing for you. 

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“The world won’t understand who you are and what you want, but that isn’t something that should cause you to fight this.” The airy, echoey voice grates along the inside of the brunette’s head. Annoyance sinking into her body the moment the conversation diverts to the topic she had been avoiding. She didn’t want to hear another lecture about the future, instead she wanted to be trained like they had agreed upon. 

Wanda sighs, frustration seeping out of her body. She wants to reach out and strangle them but she knows that it would be futile. They aren’t there saying these things out of spite or ill intent, but as knowledge. “What if I want to fight it? What if this isn’t what I want?” 

It’s like they loved to mock the Avenger, snickering at her as she explained her feelings before shooting down every single thing she wanted. “You don’t really get to decide that Wanda, this isn’t something you can just get rid of. It’s your destiny.” The wide smile on their face boils the witch’s blood, wanting to simply speak it out of existence. 

“This doesn’t fit into my plans.” The witch could feel the steel stubborn bricks building in her stomach, something that her parents used to say she had when she was younger. It was always an issue of hers, anytime she wanted something and didn’t feel like she should budge she dug her feet in and built steel bricks. 

Wanda watches as they roll their eyes, taunting her as they lazily inspect their nails. “Losing Pietro and your parents didn’t fit into the plan. Losing your home didn’t fit into the plan. Being taken to this country and forced to fight for a side you never believed in that didn’t fit in the plan.” If the Sokovian could, she would strangle the arrogance out of them; absolutely fuming at the mention of everything she has lost in her life. “This..this fits into the plan more than you could ever believe and you need to trust the prophecy.” 

A sarcastic scoff tears through the brunette’s teeth before she can stop it, eyes twitching as she works to keep the connection between the two of them through her annoyance. Regardless of how much she despised what she was being told, she knew that she needed to hear it. Preparation was needed, and this was the way she would find it. “Until I once again lose everything that I love because of a foolish prophecy. I have finally built a life that I’m happy with, am surrounded by people who love me for who I am. Is that not the real plan? Is that not what I wanted forever?” 

The feeling of a cold finger tilting her head up makes Wanda’s skin crawl, the urge to break the digit off is strong but she resists. A feigned sympathetic look spreads across their face as they coo at the witch. It’s almost believable, but the younger brunette is smarter. She knows they don’t actually care about her, using her to make sure they are safe and able to mold her as needed. This is a strategic survival plan, but she has no other option than to play into it.  “Think bigger sweetheart, love is an Earthly thing. You were destined for more than just this planet.”

Wanda sighs, her face scrunching when she feels her magic surge; begging to break free.  “Maybe it’s you that was destined for more. I want to spend the rest of my time doing exactly what I’ve been doing. Nothing less and nothing more.” 

“If only you could have control over that, but no one can stop this–not even you.” The witch opens her mouth to counteract, complain that if she’s so powerful then why can’t she do something. “No, there’s things out there that even we cannot control and that’s something that we both need to learn to accept.” Their hand reaches up, petting her brunette hair completely disregarding the tense muscles. It’s entirely too much, almost comedical, as if they were baiting an angry bear. 

Wanda’s eyes snap open, glowing crimson as she loses control. She knows what they meant, a world that would know who she is destined to be will emerge inevitably and she has to be ready to lose it all. It’s knowledge she understands, grasps fully, but it’s something that she will fight until her last dying breath. The world can try to destroy the life she has created, but it will have to demolish her along with it. 

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Watching him pace the floors of his old farm house was always weirdly relaxing to Natasha, knowing that being here meant safety. The two friends tried their hardest to never actually come here unless they knew no one would follow them. “You can’t keep acting like you don’t remember what you were told, it isn’t fair to anyone.” Just like that, it’s less of a safe place for the ginger.  

Pouting the assassin stares up at the archer, trying to guilt him into saying sorry for absolutely nothing. “Stop taking someone else’s side, just because she’s your mentee doesn’t denote the fact that I am supposed to be your best friend.” She sighs when she realizes that it didn’t work, the man immune to even her most basic attempts. 

The tired man rolls his eyes, rubbing at his face as he bends down to pick up some thrown clothes on the ground. “That wasn’t the reason, nor am I taking anyone’s side. I just simply think that this entire situation is getting incredibly out of con–” The rest of his lecture is thankfully cut off as his three children come rushing into the room, the youngest immediately running circles around his name sake. 

The young boy practically becomes a cheetah every time he sees the ginger, excitement making his body vibrate. “Auntie Nat, tell dad that we should get pizza tonight please!” Even as he zooms around his big puppy dog eyes are obvious, and it tugs at the widow’s heart strings knowing she can never say no to him. 

“C’mon Barton, don’t be boring! Give the little gremlins what they want!” The ginger drags the youngest boy back, smiling wide at his screeches. Pulling him to sit in her lap, Nat smiles as she hugs Nate as close as possible. She knows that she needs to come around more as she realizes how much heavier he’s gotten since she last saw him. Pushing away the emotion as the speed of his growth hits her, the Russian focuses on the present. 

The glare shot her way is ignored, subtly flipping off the older man. He stands up straighter, raising his eyebrow as he stares down his best friend. “Just because they’re here doesn’t mean you get out of talking, you know that right?” 

“Are you in trouble Aunt Nat?” Lila’s curious gaze meets the widow’s, and Natasha gulps as she silently curses the young girl’s maturity and sharp social skills. She's too young to be this good at it, but then again so was the widow.

Cooper’s ears perk up at that, the older boy starting to grow into his own and eager for a moment to show off his skills. Even if it is his sister that has picked up the family archery, he has officially started exploring different forms of protection. Taking after another Avenger, the boy has been learning how to fight with shields and weapons made for defense. It's something that his family pokes fun at him for, but he loves it.

The Russian smiles, softening her entire expression as she looks over at the young girl. She needs the conversation to end there, or at least the interest in it from the adolescents in the group. “No sweetie, I’m fine. Your dad just wants to try and get me to talk about things I don’t want to talk about.” 

Clint scoffs, rolling his eyes as he settles into the couch and pulls out a menu. “More like talking to someone about something that you need to talk about.” 

Cooper groans, flopping back onto the recliner. “Dad we aren’t little kids anymore, you can talk about grown up things around us. Well I guess Nate is a baby.” He snickers when he sees the younger boy gasp. 

Darting off of Natasha’s lap, Nate launches himself at his older brother. The two immediately begin to wrestle, tumbling over the back of the chair and rolling around on the wooden floor. Lila rolls her eyes, slipping on her headphones as she tries to ignore the annoyance of the boys. One to always try to act cool around her aunt. 

“Figuring out dinner is difficult Clint, and not everyone can just magically do that.” The ginger crosses her arms, slowly receding into herself as she feels the lecture coming back. 

The old archer chuckles, jotting down notes on what they would be ordering that night, barely paying attention to anything the other is saying. “You act like food is so difficult. It’s not. You look at the options, and you pick the best one. It’s that simple Nat.” He presents his list arrogantly to the woman, wiggling his eyebrow mockingly. 

Huffing, the assassin glares at a scuff on the floor. Refusing to the cocky expression on the other’s face, she denies him another time. “Not when it’s dinner for everyone in the house, not everyone is going to be happy with the same thing everytime.” 

Dropping the notepad down on the side table, Clint leans against his knees as he pushes into Natasha’s personal bubble just slightly. “Stop acting like you’re feeding toddlers, it truly isn’t that hard to feed four adults and make sure they all get at least something that will be good for them. I can easily cook dinner for Laura and our kids, you can cook for your group too.” 

“Why does it fall on us, huh? You and I should get the opportunity to just sit back and wait for dinner to be finished.” Not one to take a challenge lightly, the ginger drops her feet to the ground to level up with Barton. 

Smirking, the archer tilts his head and laughs at the woman. He knows exactly where he trapped her, and he knows that he can use it to his advantage now. “Sometimes you gotta step up Nat.” 

“Step up to what dad? It’s just dinner, stop acting like it’s a mission to cook.” Cooper’s crooked grin as he interrupts the competitive moment makes the Avengers chuckle, a split second of relief in the conversation. 

Standing, and obnoxiously stretching, Clint uses his body to force the ginger to lose balance and fall back into the chair. “Yeah, well your Aunt Nat isn’t really good when she’s the one in charge of dinner. She’s burned the food the past few times, keeps just trying to order food to replace it.” 

Nate's eyes brighten, excitement buzzing through his body as he hears one of his favorite dinner ideas. “Delivery is the best though!” 

Nodding along, the father picks up his phone to prepare to call the pizza shop. Pausing, he leans against the table as he takes the minute to look at four of his favorite people. “It’s amazing and fun, but it doesn’t replace a home cooked meal. Sometimes seeing that effort and love put into something so warm means more than something just bought, or picked out. Dinner, and food in general, is an act of love. It’s a way to show someone you care about them, and some days it’s okay to order something to be delivered. It still shows you care enough to get them food, but that extra effort to take time out of your day to plan and actually cook the food is so much better. The food also almost always tastes better. Love isn’t about the money kids, and neither is food. It’s something that your Aunt Nat needs to learn, and it’s a hard lesson to learn but it’s one that everyone has to go through at some point.” 

As he finally turns away, lifting the phone to his ear and the kids go back to playing, the ginger’s focus drifts out the window. Thoughts of you, Wanda, and lastly Kate bounce about through her mind as she debates her next move. 

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“Are.. you alright kid?” The sympathy in the older man’s voice tugged at your nerves, a tone you know not many hear. 

You take your time to answer, debating if you want to attempt to lie. The urge to brush off your feelings and insecurities is strong, especially when you logically know most of them are false, but you know the soldier next to you would never consciously fib to you. “Maybe everyone’s right.” 

The question is silent, a man of few words as per usual. His head is just barely tilting up towards you, waiting patiently but pushing you in the way he knows you need to. 

Tugging your shirt sleeve down, suddenly hyper aware of everything wrong with you, your stomach flips and gags you slightly. It’s almost like your body is trying to reject opening up, anxiety swarming your nerves and every inch of yourself. “It’s illogical for anything in my life, especially this, to work out. It’s the trend at this point, so why would it change? It doesn’t make sense, and one day I’m going to be forced to choose.” Your voice dies out slowly, your body following as you try to curl up in on yourself. 

Bucky’s rough voice cracks the foundation of the wall you had just begun to build, stopping you in your tracks. “Do those people matter? If you guys make it work then really that’s all that matters?” 

His question makes you think, the first person to not just point out the entire situation going on to you as if you weren’t experiencing it currently. It made you malfunction slightly since you had mentally prepared to defend your life, or maybe to get angry again. Instead you take a breath, letting the one thought that you shove down the most run free for a second. “Maybe, or maybe we’re just being naive. I don’t want to ever be put in a position where I have to choose. I know what my choice would be, at least in theory, but…it would destroy me. I’m not even sure who I would be after that.” 

You watch as he flexes his dark vibranium hand, rubbing at it as if he was cleaning up a smudge. Uncertainty rises in your throat, but he once again lays a heavy hand on your fear. “You’re a fighter, and you have plenty of people that would support you in any way you would need. I would support you in any way you would need.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips, the normally stoic man always had a soft side for you. It was something that you found pride in, keeping moments like this close to your heart. The relationship you had with the soldier was something that was incredibly important to you, and you knew that he treasured you.  

The happiness you feel is short lived as you let his statement sink into your mind, letting it get engulfed by the darkness that sits within you. Turning such a beautiful sentiment into another dagger to dig into the wound that you never let heal, only scabbing over for a brief time before you allow it to be ripped back apart by your mind. “I was never meant to make it this far, never meant to save myself. I’ve known that from the beginning. I’ve been playing in overtime, a dangerous game to play.” 

Flashes of nights spent alone, the weight of a loaded pistol in his hand, fill his mind momentarily. Blinking rapidly, the older man tries his hardest to ignore his own memories as his determination to keep you safe overpowers. “You know I disagree with that.” 

Rolling your eyes, you lightly shove him. “Just because you disagree doesn’t mean everyone in the world disagrees.” 

Stuttering, a moment of disbelief filters through the older man’s mind. He spent so many years under the influence of chemicals and other people, but for some reason he was able to make it through. Not necessarily the best mentally, Bucky survived and is now the happiest he has ever been. He wants to help you, wants to ease your tension and fears but how can he help someone whose brain is miraculously even darker than his. 

“Sometimes I feel like the world would end if I didn’t exist, which is really ironic for someone that wanted to die most of their life. I don’t understand living, or joy in the daily world. I never did. Even as a kid I romanticized death and ceasing to exist, it seemed peaceful and ideal. It wasn’t because I thought I couldn’t handle responsibilities or anything, at least that wasn’t why back then, but because I thought that was like my destiny. Ultimately death is everyone’s, in theory eventually, but for me it always felt like I was bound for an early untimely demise ” Chuckling, you can’t help but flourish your words at the idea that played in your head almost daily for most of your life. For you death was only scary when it wasn’t your own, instead you would greet it with open arms for yourself but it simply seemed to never want to welcome you back. 

You never thought it was dark, or sad, just the way your life went. The mindset you had didn’t please most people, and you try your hardest to ignore those thoughts as much as possible but it isn’t always easy. As of lately, with everything going on, the world around you no longer is loud enough to drown out your deepest dark romantic thoughts. Instead it sang its grim melody, luring you back into its grasp. “Keeping everything together, things are falling through the cracks and I don’t have all the information. I can’t be the glue anymore when I can’t even keep myself together.” 

Bucky eyes flicker around, trying to think of how to answer everything that he had just heard. He knows that you don’t want to hear anything about death, your mind has been made up for years now, so instead he focuses on something he may be able to help with. “Are you the glue because your dynamic falls solely on you and your involvement or because whatever is happening right now is forcing you to believe that you’re the only thing keeping everyone involved in the relationship?” 

Your mouth opens and closes, jaw tense as you stew on the words Bucky said. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to think about, a flaw within the dynamic that ultimately fulfilled all your dreams. While you know that most people believe that you saved Wanda and Natasha’s relationship, you don’t like to think that. They would have survived, and thrived on their own, but you do know that you brought a steadiness that they were not used to. Many say that you saved Kate, but in all reality you believe that the two of you saved yourselves to end up together. You didn’t like the idea of being the reason why Kate is thriving, the girl fought her whole life and she deserves the credit for where she is. Pride wells up inside you every time you think about the warrior that she is, and how she truly is a hero. She may never fully believe that, regardless of her god complex, but she is your hero. Everything she ever does is amazing, and leaves you breathless, but you see the anxiety and the hesitation with each movement and decision. 

Unbeknownst to you, the soldier next to you was watching you carefully. Analyzing you as you zoned out, a moment of silence between the two of you allowed him to gather his thoughts. He knew that you had a darker side, a part of you that most ignored for the cute loveable layer. It was a fact, but he wasn’t used to seeing it so much. You had been far less bubbly and adorable as of lately, the weight of everything dragging you down and allowing the gloomy side out.  

The mostly comfortable tranquility was shattered by your best friend slamming open the stairwell door, the two of you flinching as you turned to her. Her face is frantic, breaking all of her training as she looks around. “Grab your suit, kid, we must go now.” She shakes her head, cutting you off effectively when you go to question her. The look she shoots your way is all you needed to see, jumping over the couch. 

Thoughts distraught in your head, you can feel a slight burn along your left rib cage. Rubbing at it you are surprised when your suit starts melting across your skin, realizing that it’s been enchanted. The dark, almost black, suit quickly covers your body and a mask slips over your head. You blink when your vision glows red, purple writing explains everything around you and gives you information on anything that you may need. Looking down at your hands you realize that the mask shows you all the weapons that you have, magically concealed within the belt now around your waist. 

You can feel the power surging through you, and when you hear Wanda’s voice echoing through the mask you feel confident. With the witch’s magic protecting you, and her voices guiding you, there wasn’t anything you felt like you couldn’t conquer. “Let’s do this.” Laying your hand on Yelena’s shoulder, you will yourself to be where you need to be. Disappearing, the two of you leave a static filled smoke cloud behind. 

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The ginger barely blinks when she sees the remnants of scarlet mist floating in her peripheral vision. “You know, whenever you said you would show up wherever I needed you I never thought that you would really start showing up without my asking for it.” 

Wanda settles in the seat next to her girlfriend, sitting sideways so that she can look at her. Letting her legs hang over the armrest, the younger woman rolls her eyes and sarcastically tips an invisible hate towards the widow. “I’m at your service, night and day. Top notch, automatic. We’re all just living in your world, aren’t we?” The smirk pulls at her lips, her eyebrow raises cockily. 

It didn’t take the widow much brain power to pick up on the sarcasm dripping from the witch's lips, a bad habit that only grew after the two collared you. The young Sokoivian was never really a sardonic person, just had a mask of confidence, but your bratty side unlocked a part of her that no one could control. “Destined to rule the world and can’t even admit to it being yours, how humble of you.” 

“Don’t you own them? Isn’t that what you said? Bishop? Your Toy? Aren’t they our world? You say I’m destined to prevail, but we both know you are awaiting the destruction not the regime.” Wanda picks at her nails, an act that the other woman sees through easily. The younger of the two always had a harder time hiding her emotions, a detrimental issue for her powers. 

Natasha chuckles dryly, focusing on the panel of screens as she tries to act unaffected by the other woman’s attempt at baiting her. “Dramatic as usual, if only you left that in the past with the heavy eyeliner and tacky pleats.” 

Twirling one of her rings around her finger, the witch’s eyebrows scrunch mockingly together as she stares at her partner. “Are you sure you were trained to be an assassin, you spend more time critiquing my old fashion choices and pining over millionaires than you do actually going on missions nowadays.” 

Hitting the display board as she finishes inputting the last bit of information, hitting the button for Friday to take over. “Ah the root of all the problems in the world. Me liking someone that isn’t you. Don’t you think it’s a little ironic that you’re so possessive over me when you’re the one that wanted to open the relationship?” Spinning the chair to look at Wanda, the ginger struggles to keep her anger in check as she sees how nonchalantly the woman is talking about everything. 

A taunting laugh falls from her lips, the witch paying no attention to her seething girlfriend as she plays with a small ball of her magic. “Jealousy is a quaint little idea Romanoff, if only such things were of my nature.” Finally raising her gaze to meet the older Avenger’s eyes, Wanda's nose scrunches as she mocks her. 

Rolling her eyes, Natasha scoffs as she plants her feet firmly on the ground between the two of them. Leaning in she reaches up to shove the other girl’s feet to the ground, smirking as she stumbles a bit. “Right, you would never be envious of me. I’m not good enough for that, that’s reserved for cocky archers.” Gripping the witch’s chin, the spy forces her face to level with hers; a feeble attempt at gaining the upper hand. 

Wanda uses the position she’s in to her advantage, letting her mouth fall open just slightly and softening her gaze. She looks up at Natasha through her lashes, a face she knows the older woman can never say no to. “She’s more than that, but if you want to demote her to such a title; let’s talk about that.” Her voice is light, but the bite is evident as she practically whispers. “If she’s just an archer, why would you care so much about fixing your preposterous reaction? Why would a simple athlete’s feelings matter so deeply to you that you would stoop to the level of the Americans that are just so infantile to you for celebrating a fake holiday?” 

The silence is loud, a representation of the ginger’s confidence as it dies out. The witch’s innocent doe eyes hardened and spark up with mischief as she realizes her words were finally cutting deep. Competition was always a strong common ground for the two, even during an argument as both sides push and prod the other to try and outdo them. “Usually you would fill the dead air, Natalia. Most people wouldn’t allow someone to spread such lies about them. Unless they aren’t lies, unless the world was oh so wrong about the heartless Black Widow. Is that it? The idea of your beloved princess and her worthless stray being mad at you gnawing at your black heart strings. The thought tearing at your chest like a black hole. Isn’t it funny that you act so unaffected by everything but really you couldn’t handle the fact that someone put their hands on a moronic mongrel that you couldn’t muster up a single sympathetic word.” 

A defeated sigh falls from the spy’s lips, falling back into the captain’s chair as she lets go of the brunette’s chin. “Are you acting out Maximoff?” 

Wanda, thriving as she watches Natasha retreat, lets her ego get bigger. Sitting up straighter, posture becoming more regal as she arrogantly looks down on the spy; pride in what she believes is finally a win for her after months of back and forth. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop. Tell me that you aren’t fighting your own mind daily. Wishing you could slit the throats of those men, wishing you could destroy every single childhood memory of the mutt you fell for.” 

“Maybe you’re right, but don’t you think it’s funny that you gave them the reaction they wanted because you didn’t want them to be scared of you. You aren’t soft, and you aren’t loving. You’re cold and calculated. If anyone here is heartless it’s you Maximoff. You are filled with a darkness that even the most evil of men couldn’t fathom, a tenebrosity overwhelming even the blackest of nights.” Even though the words she speaks are harsh, Natasha curls into herself. Backing away from her girlfriend as she tries to reign in anything she might later regret. She knows her training is better than this, but something about Wanda has always made her lose control in every way no matter how good or bad. 

Clenching her jaw, the witch can feel the tension brewing inside her body. Her shoulders rigid as she tries to figure out what is about to happen. She doesn’t want to use her magic, instead relying on the fact that she knows the widow like the back of her hand. It doesn’t fail her often. “At least I had a reaction, fake or not. I didn't need to grovel at the feet of a spoiled rich kid. My dignity is still intact unlike yours.” 

“You can have dignity, all high and mighty but what will you be left with after that? A fake air of confidence and a mask that sinks so deep that even you forget who the real girl underneath it all is? The girl that Pietro left behind completely gone? Did she die with him?” A sad, almost sullen smile pulls at the corners of Natasha’s mouth as she looks up slowly. Her bright forest green eyes almost look wet with unshed tears, something that would fool most people but not Wanda. No matter how much the widow plays, she knows that she’ll never be able to actually trick the brunette into believing any of her tactics. She had to have known that this was the plan all along, a hit below the belt to get her to back off after she had cornered her. It was dirty, and unkind, but at this point in the game nothing was off the table anymore. 

It took a moment for what the assassin said to really sink in, almost lost in the bubbling anger but when it finally hit the world felt cold. Her brother was always left untouched, a memory that she cherished and tended to daily so she would never be without. A thing atop of pedestal where no one could reach, but the Russian had decided to get a ladder and step into a different playing field. “She may have died with him, left in a pile of rubble but at least she was real. Loved and cherished. Where’s the real Natalia? Did you ever know her? Did anyone ever know the real you or did your poor mother sell that off too? What was she worth? Has to be more than whatever we’re left with.” 

Bringing up specific things, like her brother or the ginger’s lineage, wasn’t something that Wanda took pride in. The business the two were forced into brought enough opportunities for low blows and deep cuts to hash open, memories of beloved people weren’t something that needed to be tainted. Only stooping low when others decided to, digging a basement for the rock bottom jabs. 

Deciding that was enough for the time being, Wanda takes the shocked silence as her chance to disappear. Her knowledge of the one person on this Earth that she truly thought she knew inside and out failed her. 

It’s almost entirely silent in the quinjet, even the wind rushing as the ginger flies through the air isn’t heard. The trace of crimson fog lingering in the air as Natasha sits there struggling to breathe, alone once more. 

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The world flashed before the two young heroes' eyes, a moment that drew slow for just the duo as they realized that this was no ordinary robbery. Frozen in their spot, an imaginary glue adhering them to the metallic floor, it’s almost like watching television. A deep rooted want to scream out, to heckle the characters on the screen for not moving, but reality slaps them across the face when a terrified scream rings in their ears.

The two young New York natives realize that they are the ones in the show, forcing themselves to move in the heat of the moment. Scattering in hopes to stay vigilante, one step ahead of the masked men who are patrolling the floor. Slipping into a trusty vent, the archer takes a page from her own mentor’s book as she just barely stows away before she’s seen. 

Kate’s eyes search out the young spider, something she would chastise herself for later. How could she lose sight of her partner? It was basically rule number one, always know where your allies were. Slumping against the vent wall, she takes a moment to try and control her nerves. The guys below her were familiar but mind bogglingly overpowered, she wasn’t sure where they got whatever weapons from but it wasn’t something in the information sent by Stark. A fact that she would have to remember to bring up to him. 

Crackling the young spider’s voice finally breaks through her ear piece, and she looks around trying to find where he is. Finally seeing him in a dark corner across the room, hanging on by his webs, the archer is relieved to hear his static filled voice. The two take a minute, breathing a sigh of relief when they realize they are both safe for the moment. 

When an energy beam goes flying by Peter’s face, miraculously not giving away his position, the young boy starts trying to figure out a plan. “We gotta go down before they do anything dangerous, I wonder why Mr. Stark didn’t tell us about whatever glowy stuff they have.” 

“I’m not sure he knew, but this bank looks familiar.” Ignoring how the boy starts pestering her, ocean blue eyes scan the area before it clicks. Her company helped service them, and she wiggles gleefully. Slipping a trick arrowhead from the new pack, she waits patiently for a louder noise before stabbing it into the metal near her. Quickly pulling up her watch, a projection allows her to use the B. Tech arrowhead to take over the entire building’s electrical system.

It only takes a few swipes before the entire building’s power shuts down, everything going deadly quiet before the emergency lights click on. The people below, recovering from shock, finally started to search for who was responsible. 

“Woah did you just do that?” Peter’s eyes are squinting at the archer as he tries to look at what she’s doing from across the bank. 

Kate just giggles, nodding as she swipes through surveillance and vault locks. “My company wired this entire building, I just took this fight back for us. We just gotta be quick.” The CEO rolls her shoulders, closing the blinking projection and motioning out to the spider where she would be going. 

Slipping out of the vent, her legs dangling, the archer scans the area quickly before throwing an arrowhead across the room. A forcefield expanding as the trick arrow bounces, blocking off an entire hallway. Immediately giving away their positions, but the element of surprise and night vision on their side. Though the two don’t fight side by side, back to back, the two keep track of one another at all times. 

It’s almost effortless as Peter webs up three guys approaching Kate’s back, and the archer takes out a man with a blaster aiming for the spider. It’s a rough fight, the young Avengers not quite prepared for a group of people that can handle the type of weapons that they wield.

The two spend more time protecting, acting on the defense rather than offense. They knew that it was going to be a tricky mission when they realized how many civilians were scattered through the group. Understanding that worrying for others safety is causing them to be on the losing end of the fight. 

“Oh spidey boy!!!” The deep voice sings out, mocking the young boy. 

Slipping as she hears the voice, Kate loses balance momentarily causing her to miss her target. Cursing herself, the archer quickly takes the target down at the last second and barely saves a young girl. She isn’t sure where her fellow hero is, but she hasn’t been alerted by the AI that there was an issue so she has to assume that nothing is wrong. 

“Get your head in the game, Kate.” The more she moves the more she berates herself to do more, swinging around to take down different masked men. Her new bow mindlessly switches between sword and bow as quickly as her own reflexes, arrowheads traveling up her arm and Uru spines extend instantaneously as the sharp point touches it’s rest. The fluid motion in which her new suit and equipment works with her body is mesmerizing, a new extension of her own mind.

She almost feels like a hero now, not just in bravery and attitude but look and technology as well. No longer needing to rely just on her own eyesight and guesstimating, the HUD in the glasses framing her face telling her all the information she would ever need. The pack along her torso was the most amazing part of her new set up, instant arrowheads all controlled by her thoughts allowed for a practically flawless display of her skills. 

Every opportunity that she’s had to put this new suit on was something that she could have only dreamed of. Fights have become something almost like a tournament to her, competitive to an even higher max than before as she finally settles into her laser focus. Nothing but her next movements, the next person to protect, on her mind; Kate feels at the top of her game.

A bone chilling scream rings throughout the bank, echoing off the large marble sculptures, making everyone turn to look at the source. There in the center of the room, clutching and clawing at his head, is Peter crumpled in a withering heap. A dissipating green smog floats in the air around his collapsed body, a subtle sizzling sound can be heard through the tense silence. It’s almost like even the masked men weren’t prepared for the reaction they got, frozen in their position. 

Scanning his body, the AI in Kate’s ears is practically screaming and rushing her forward to save the boy whose body is rejecting all functions. She’s moving before she can realize it, the edge of her sword sparking as she slides across the stone floor. Coming to a stop on her knees in front of her best friend’s balled up from, she takes out a few men sprinting towards them without taking her eyes off of the man holding a broken tube. Arrowhead and sword in hand, the young Avenger stands to her feet. 

Her face is painted with anger and vengeance, even though her suit covers most of her expression, and she barely flinches when the second man in charge comes to stand next to his friend. Tossing the trick arrow to the ground, a force field surrounds the four of them and Kate lets her mask down. “I wanted you to see the face of the girl who is about to destroy you.” 

“This is the infamous Hawkeye?” Their laughs bounce against the sizzling electricity, mocking as it echoes in the small makeshift arena. The two men clearly only paid attention to the boy behind the archer, not realizing how much damage that the archer could really do. 

“Is this our movie moment? Where we get on our knees and beg a little girl to spare our lives because you’re just oh so powerful.” The two men aren’t even phased as they cackle, joking as Kate holds two arrowheads between her fingers. 

Fanning them out, she focuses on how she is close enough to see the veins in their necks bulging as they howl. She wants to seethe, rage overtaking her actions, the need to protect her best friend strong but something feels wrong. The men don’t seem to even care that she’s there, holding deadly weapons, and while the young girl is used to people underestimating her this was different. 

Confusion floods her body, almost forcing the confidence that she was feeling out. She doesn’t understand this dreadful cloud that is hanging above her head. This wasn’t the moment to get insecure about her abilities, she had an important job to do which only got more needed when Peter was taken out. 

“At least we know what our Love Bug looks like all grown up.” Kate blinks, once and then again as her gaze lifts to scan the man’s covered face. The breath gets caught in her throat as her mind fights against the protective wall around forbidden memories. 

Everything is happening all too fast, cracks breaking the foundation of her entire heroic facade. She can’t break now, not here; not in front of them. The blood in her body pumps cold, a stark contrast to the vengeful hot temperature it was seconds ago. Kate wants to move, can hear the AI in her ear urging her to move now while the two were distracted but she can’t.  

The second man hits the other on the chest, pointing at the CEO’s body as his disgusting gaze travels downward. “Just as hot as she was back then, honestly I could take another go at her.” 

The sentence was muttered, almost under his breath but it was almost like he screamed it to the archer. Her entire body shakes, and her heart begins racing. She wanted to run, to hide under a blanket and pretend like the world no longer exists. 

It’s almost like her suit takes over for her, the archer’s knees weak and almost collapsing under her. Forcing Kate’s hand to move, readying to throw the arrowheads, but the two men reach up and slip their masks off. Even though she had realized who they were, their voices engraved into even the deepest of her memories, the second she could physically see their eyes and their cocky arrogant smirks everything crashed and burned. It’s almost like she could still feel the rough messy hair atop their heads, muscle memory trying to shove it away forces her to drop her weapons.  

Stepping towards her, even though she’s the same height as them now, they practically loom over her. It’s intimidating as they almost circle towards her, kicking away the fallen sword. Tugging off their gloves, one of them reaches up to cup her flinching face. Calloused thumb rubbing her cheek, so aggressively that it almost leaves a raw red mark, while the other man grabs at her waist. When Kate’s face lowers, sinking in on herself as she attempts to be smaller, the man’s hand leaves her body to tangle his fingers into her hair. 

Yanking her head back, the two chuckle at her pained expression. Almost tugging her head back and forth, inspecting her. For the first time in about eight years the young brunette finally raises her eyes to make direct eye contact with the two men who destroyed her life. Hating herself as she searches for the sparkle of the men she grew up with, a glimmer of the people who father trusted most. Mind racing as she figures out a way to win the game, to make sure that they are proud and happy of her at the end of play time. 

“Did you miss us, Bug?” 

[cuubism]

I know it's been awhile, but I can't stop won't stop (not sure how to stop) thinking about the Complex Mathematics AU. Would you be willing to share any headcanons or random thoughts you have about that universe? Just curious! All your writing is fantastic <3

oh i was literally just working on this au right now! what timing

there are.. just so many partially finished oneshots for this universe in my drafts. there's integration, which takes place immediately after complex mathematics and before derivation and is about their first time (obvious title selection is obvious).

“Come here, you.” He tugs Dream forward by one of his long, long legs, knocking him onto his back. Then he leans down and kisses his ankle, then the inside of his knee. Dream tips his head back, stretching out.

His legs are as pale as the rest of him, paler even, and Hob mumbles into his skin, “You ever consider getting some sun?”

Dream huffs, swatting at his head. “Why? What sun are you referring to?”

And, well, yeah. They do live in London.

“It’s enrichment. Get you out of your cave for a while.” He climbs up Dream’s body to catch his mouth again, grinning against his lips. “We should go to the beach.”

“I think not.”

“I think so. I think I want to see you with salt in your hair.” He kisses under Dream’s ear. “Don’t you want to see what equations you can find in the waves?” “They are waves, the equations are known,” Dream says. But warmth finds his voice. He drags his hands up Hob’s back, his touch leaving a prickling trail. “You would look ravishing in the sun.”

there's imaginary numbers, which is about family.

“What were you doing up at six a.m.?” he asks when he’s awake next, several hours later, finally drinking the coffee Dream had brought. 

“I was coming here,” Dream says. “I wished you not to wake alone.”

That puts a lump in Hob’s throat.

The thing about Dream, Hob’s learned, is that he’s cold and rude and utterly disinterested in social niceties on the outset, but once you’ve wormed your way into his heart you get this. This utterly soft, aggressively loving thing that woke up before the sun rose – or more likely, didn’t sleep at all – to spend the day with Hob because it’s been a year since his mom died and he’s sad about it.

Hob’s not even sure how he knew it was today. Hob’s told him about these things by now, but not all of the details. 

“I don’t know why this one bothers me so much, more than any other,” Hob tells him now, leaning against his shoulder in bed. “Maybe because she was the last person I had left.”

“You have faced much tragedy in quick succession,” Dream says. “Your resilience astounds me.” 

Hob doesn’t know what to say when Dream says things like that. He just tips his head against Dream’s shoulder.

Finally, he says, “Nothing else for it. What else am I going to do, give up? Only way out is through, and all that. Though I do get one day a year of just moping and being pitiful.” He laughs. “Which you’re currently witnessing.”

“If you are expecting me to retract my statement and call this average, you will be waiting a long time,” Dream says.

there's 1 + 1 = 3 which is about stress and stress-relieving measures (lol) and just.. being freaking weird together.

“You will pay for disturbing my work,” Dream warns, and kisses him before he can respond, teeth in Hob’s lower lip. 

“Yeah?” Hob manages when they part for breath. “How?”

He’s expecting a lot of things, but not for Dream’s smile to turn playful and mischievous against his lips and for him to say, “Multiplication tables.”

Hob bursts out laughing, rocking Dream in his lap. Dream chuckles, too, cheek pressed to Hob’s.

“Want me to repent by writing ‘I will not disturb Dream’s work’ fifty times on the board while I’m at it?”

“That would be a poor use of time that could be better spent kissing you.” 

fractal geometry, about dream and delirium's relationship.

“Delirium,” Dream says. His voice is low and he enunciates very precisely. “Do you see the colors on my shirt? Tell me something that matches each color.”

Through her sniffles, Del squints at his shirt. “That isn’t yours. You only wear black.”

“No, it’s Hob’s,” he admits.

Del gives him a toothy grin. “So sappy about your boyfriend,” she sings. “Can’t pretend to be a jerk anymore.”

“I will continue being a jerk to those who deserve it,” Dream sniffs. “Which is most people.”

“He called the head of the Maths department an imbecile the other day,” Hob says, and Del laughs, high and ringing.

“You are lucky your glare is very scary or I think you’d get punched a lot,” she tells Dream.

Dream says, “It would be worth it.”

as well as a handful of other snippets that haven't been sorted into any specific fic.

i'm still very obsessed with this as you can see, i just haven't finished any of it lately XD

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Please do more werewolf and merman c reader pls I love them so much!!!

Wow I'm happy to see you liked it

I chose the werewolf since it was so long ago

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Part 1

You sighed, in hopes that your exhale would release some of the tension you had built as you anxiously anticipated the meeting. While your…mate…who had originally promised to find ‘a den of his own’ recently retracted that statement saying ‘it was entirely useless considering the whole reason he was there in the first place.’ Now you had to settle the score with your landlord who had been kind enough to send multiple emails before demanding that you have a face to face meeting. You shooed off your ‘mate’ considering he didn’t really value modern niceties and came here after work instead of going straight home. The office wasn’t far in fact it was just below your apartment which also made it impossible to lie about your added tenant. 

*Clank*

You jumped at the opening of the door before walking inside to sit on the soft chair across from the desk. The inside looked nothing like your own, it looked like the mockery of some rich person reading nook even fashioned with what had to be a fake fireplace. You didn’t bother trying to investigate as the chair across the desk from you turned revealing your landlord. 

“Pleasure to see you again, (Y/n).”

You watched his pointed ears flick as he squinted his golden eyes at you with a deceitful smile. He leaned on his elbow as he titled his head before continuing. 

“Now what is this I hear about you gaining a roommate, without asking me?”

“Y-yeah it was sort of spontaneous and at first I thought he would move out but then he-”

“He?”

“Uhm, yeah so he said he’d leave but he wouldn’t. If it's alright with you I’ll just pay the extra amount–”

“What’s your relationship with him, exactly? And what's his name?”

“Eh? It's uh-Win-ston? And he’s–well he’s-” You struggled to think. You couldn’t say he claimed to be your mate, even speaking to a descendant of a kitsune it would seem strange. You couldn’t just say he was your roommate, he talked too much and it’d slip out eventually considering he was not shy about ‘courting’ you. He couldn’t be your cousin because that would raise some more concerning questions. So you stuck with what you’d dreaded calling him all this time.

“He…is..my…b-b-boyf-f-friend. Yes, that's who he is.”

The door slammed open and in the doorway stood your neighbor and former friend: Mattis.

“You!? A boyfriend?! Hah! I have got to hear this.”

The petite man strode in, sauntering past you with a doubtful smirk before sitting on the lap of your landlord. He pecked his cheek before turning to you as he happily hung on the shoulders of your landlord who didn’t even react, in fact he was still looking at you skeptical at your response.

“A boyfriend? Since when did you find him and is this a matter of security that he’s not leaving?”

“I didn’t ‘find’ him if anything he found me-”

Before you could continue Mattis chimed in with a mocking tone. 

“As if! Were you organizing your wallet in public this time or wearing that faux watch?”

“That was one time! And no I was actually working for your information. Anyways it's not a problem he’s fine, I’m fine and I’m not being forced or anything.”

“That sounded convincing.” 

“Thank. You. Mattis. But I’m talking to my landlord.”

“And I’m,” he adjusted himself to sit even closer to your landlord if that was possible. “Giving advice to my boyfriend.” 

He coyly smiled at you while he swung his legs back and forth. You rolled your eyes before going back to trying to explain your situation albeit leaving the crazy things out. In the midst of your explanation you were interrupted by the sound of crashing coming from your apartment above. Everyone in the office looked up at the ceiling as the sound continued.

“Are you sure he’s not robbing you because it sure sounds like it?” Mattis quipped, still looking at the ceiling.

“I-if you’ll excuse me, h-he’s probably getting antsy without me there.” 

You left your rent money on the table before excusing yourself to run up the stairs. As you were making your hasty exit your landlord called out to you.

“In a few days bring him around so I can meet him!” 

“O-okay!” 

You climbed the concrete stairs as fast as you could hoping he didn’t do too much damage. 

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“Whoo I’m glad it wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m sorry mate, I just wanted to make sure that your pots were organized. I always see you struggling with them when you cook.”

“Yeah, and somehow reorganizing the cabinet in the kitchen also meant reorganizing the vases I have around?”

“Yes!” 

When you unlocked the door to your apartment a couple of vases that you had strewn across the living space were smashed and on the ground. True to his word there were some pots outside of their designated spot but you figured it could have been worse. 

“So how did the meeting go my mate?”

“It went fine but we need to talk about what rules are going to be followed around here.”

“Oooh my mate is bossing me around~how cute!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you ushered him to sit on the couch. Finally getting him to sit still you paced back and forth on the carpet as you broke the rules down for him. 

“Rule number one: Do not call me mate! I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while but it's just weird.”

The ears on the top of his head drooped and his tail sagged as he pouted at you. 

“Then what am I supposed to call you, then?”

“By name: (Y/n). Wait, did you not know that before following me around?”

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “Of course I did! But as your mate I’m supposed to be special, anyway.”

“Well if you want to do nicknames that's a discussion for later.” You suddenly made an embarrassing realization as you looked at the werewolf who happily awaited your next words. 

“Um…real quick what’s your name exactly?”

For all the days you had spent keeping up with his shenanigans and being stuck to his side because you couldn’t compete with his insane strength you never properly swapped names. It was like when you were a kid and you’d forget to ask until your parents asked. Like you were having so much fun it didn’t even matter.

“Oh my given name, my beloved ma-(Y/n) is Winston.”

“Wait, your name is actually Winston?”

“Yes, why?”

“I-I just guessed it when I told my landlord…I can’t believe I got that right.” You mumbled the last bit to yourself as it just seemed bizarre for you to get that correct.

“See, it's the power of our destiny. I was made for you so of course you’d know things about me naturally.” He boasted with a knowing smirk and glint in his eyes that made you look away to continue your original task.

“Rule number 2: From now on, you will be referred to as my boyfriend! When people ask you're going to tell them that's what you are.”

“Nope. That’s a hard no.”

“What, why?”

“Exactly why I shouldn’t stop calling you my mate. We are naturally paired to be together–insinuating that I’m just a boyfriend undermines our relationship severely.”

He was standing now, turned away as he pointed his nose skyward and crossed his arms. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you tried to think on how you could convince him. Getting an idea, you reached for his upright tail that was so conveniently placed in front of you and lightly caressed it as you spoke to his perked wolf-ears.

“Well different titles have different meanings to people…and for us it could mean…uh…soulmates.” 

He was still looking away but you didn’t miss the slight wag as you continued caressing his tail. 

“Please Winston? It’d…really mean a lot to me if you did.”

The light wagging had sped up immensely before he turned around capturing you in a hug as he frantically began to rub his face all over yours, occasionally kissing you. You just awkwardly patted his back as he continued to just rub himself all over you. 

“My mate!! You don’t even know how insatiable you are! YES!” 

You pride yourself on your persuasive tactics before feeling the light pin-pricks of those canines hovering near your neck. Pushing at him to pulling on his hair you were able to gain enough air from his smothering.

“H-hey?! HEY!” You got him to stop trying to bite you only for him to set you in between his legs as he nuzzled his face into the top of your head. Trying to buck away to find that you weren’t budging from his slightly muscular arms, you sighed.

“A-alright you can hold me b-but you have to listen to the rest of my rules okay?”

You felt him complete an intense sniff to your neck before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Okay !”

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Winston stared at the waxing moon through the window near your bedside. Looking wistfully at the moon before looking back at his peacefully sleeping mate. He audibly swooned as he moved to stand at the foot of your bed letting the moonlight illuminate your sleeping form as he crept in the shadows. You looked ethereal, so much so that Winston hated to disturb you so. 

“Quiltted.”

Immediately your eyes snapped open and you slowly sat up. Your face was stoic as he pulled a pocket watch from out of his pocket. He swung it in front of your face faster and faster until it began to glow a red. Your (E/c) color irises lit up the same hue as the glowing item, letting your face soften as Winston leaned into your ear.

“Winston is truly meant for you. You realize you love him. Trust the process.”

Repeating this mantra a few more times the red hue faded and you closed your eyes once more flopping haphazardly back into the bed. Or you would have if your werewolf boyfriend hadn’t grabbed your limp body laying you down with him on top. Careful to control his weight he nuzzled into you freely letting his hands roam your body. 

“Mmmmh,” You moaned in your sleep, turning on your side as you mumbled something close to ‘get off.’ He lovingly ignored you, only properly crawling under the covers to hold you from behind. Pocketing his watch he once again nuzzled into your neck as he reminisced on the gift from his pack. 

“Father, what is this?”

“This is for your human-mate, as expected they are extremely out of touch with their senses so much so you might need to remind them.”

He smirked against your skin as he let out a calming exhale. He finally had you. His mate. His fated. He’d rather die than let anyone stop him from having this. From having you.

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“Argh! Did you see that red hue in their eyes?! They seriously went and got caught up with some scammer, I’m sure! I should’ve been with them! I should’ve not let this happen! I could’ve–”

“What? Bullied them until they left out of spite? Mattis I know you're not an idiot so stop acting like you still have control over them.”

The male spluttered in defiance before stomping his feet. 

“But I can! Didn’t you see?! Just today we were–”

“Bickering while they tried to ignore you?” Quinn scoffed at his boyfriend who abashedly kept his eyes on his feet. Standing from his chair, he walked around his desk to stand directly in front of the quivering human resting his hands on their trembling shoulders. He slyly leaned past the curtain of hair to whisper into his ear. 

“You’ve shown you couldn’t handle it, Matty.” The man in question, looked up fearfully at the landlord who’s previously black irises were glowing a devious crimson. 

“Now it's my turn.”