#I have to like occasionally check in that they don’t secretly hate me

[deityofhearts]

at this point I have so much like trauma and paranoia around love, being loved and loving others. like I want to be loved but I also can’t fully believe or accept that anyone would possibly love me or that they won’t get tired of me and stop loving me especially given the reason that it’s traumatic in the first place like, even knowing why I’m like this does nothing to make things any better or easier to deal with. That said I do want to be loved I want to love people but it just gets hard for me to not let my insecurities get in the way and make it harder for me to maintain relationships and cause me to hurt other people because of it, I want to think I’m getting better in that I’m at least trying not to hurt others because of how I feel but like idk, it’s a whole thing

[fuckaperioddrama]

Tom Riddle Headcanons

Warnings: Toxic!Tom | Mentions of Sex | Mentions of BDSM | Mentions of Drugs/Alcohol | Mentions of Emotional Manipulation | Oral (Fem/Male Receiving) | Orgasm Denial | Let me know if I missed something!

Fem!Reader

Author's Note: Tom's headcanons are going to be a little serious. He isn't as easygoing as the other boys are.

Still delulu where it counts.

Proofread, not edited. Might have mistakes.

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

Lorenzo Berkshire Headcanons

Blaise Zabini Headcanons

Draco Malfoy Headcanons

Masterlist

Minors DNI | 18+

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Tom Riddle | Physique

6’3

He is just? Sturdy

Solid. | I don’t know how to define this. He just looks like he’d be hard to push. You need a lot of force to move Tom Riddle

I think he doesn’t have super-defined muscles, but he’s naturally strong. | Something in the Riddle genes, but let's be honest here. Do we really think Tom Riddle is dedicating any time to working out? I don't.

Long

Long arms, long legs, fingers, dick

Looks approachable | I actually feel like his face isn't that off putting. It's his eyes, demeanor, and reputation that make him scary.

Tom Riddle | Personality

I'm not thinking of Moldy Voldy, we are talking about Tom Riddle.

HE CAN ACTUALLY BE NICE SOMETIMES | Oop.

He's never nice to strangers unless he wants something, but can be exceedingly charming when he needs to be.

Very emotional. It's very easy to upset Tom Riddle, but he won't always show it in the moment. Sometimes he waits to strike back.

Extremely manipulative and fueled by quiet rage.

So smart, but that is largely due to the fact that most of his time is spent studying.

Is always top of the class. Especially because he secretly craves validation.

Unintentionally attaches himself to his male professors, always craving their validation more than his other professors. He spends a lot of time after class talking to them about the material and indirectly seeking praise for his understanding of it.

More of a loner, he doesn't talk a lot.

I lied when I said the whole group participates in gardening.

Tom does not smoke at all. No drugs of any kind. No cigarettes and no weed.

He does drink from time to time, but the most he'll allow himself to feel is a small buzz.

Very paranoid, always on high alert.

Hates parties, but he has attended a couple here and there

Tom Riddle | Casanova

Tom does hook up with people, but it's RARE

He'll randomly wake up one day feeling extremely horny. Not his typical horny, this kind is excruciating. He can't think, he can barely eat, and he's constantly fidgeting in his seat hoping that his robe is doing a good job at hiding his problem.

Those are the days he goes to parties and if there isn't one going on he'll find somebody and charm his way into obtaining whatever he wants.

He's Tom Riddle after all.

Sex is only about him. Doesn't care about foreplay. Little to no kissing. Straight to the point.

DOM AND ROUGH

Spanking choking, restraints, very into BDSM

Not so much degrading, but more commanding.

Get on your knees.

Open your legs. Wider.

Take it. All of it.

It turns him on when people obey him.

He won't talk to these people afterward, but he will have sex with them again.

No prior warning. He just suddenly appears and expects them to drop everything for him.

Tom Riddle | Friend

Tom isn't the worst friend??

Closest to his brother

Tom and Mattheo don't talk a whole lot, but sometimes Tom will check in on him.

He'll pick him up from a party if he's excessively drunk or high.

Leave detailed notes in his room whenever he misses class.

He does a lot for his brother but he doesn't talk about it. When Mattheo sees the notes on his desk or suddenly wakes up in his bed after a night out he knows it was his big brother.

He doesn't spend a lot of time with his friends outside of lessons and eating together occasionally.

He has these little moments where he suddenly feels lonely and then he'll show up to whatever outing they're on. It used to freak them out how he'd suddenly appear, but now they're used to it.

Tom does care about his friends, but he doesn't show it. Ever.

He probably never will.

Tom Riddle | Boyfriend

Tom's love is extremely obsessive

He has planned out every second of your lives together. Nothing and no one will come between those plans. Even you.

Quality Time

Everywhere Tom goes you go. He won't talk to you much, but he expects you to be there all of the time.

Genuinely gets upset if you try to spend time without him.

He walks you to and from your lessons, you have to sit next to him if your schedules match up, and sit next to him everywhere else too.

Tom is always nervous something is going to happen to you or that you're going to try to leave him so he keeps an eye on you at all times.

In those instances where you can't be together, Tom would drop everything for you instantly.

Since his love is fueled by obsession he is more than willing to put whatever he’s doing on pause if you need his help.

Tom does a lot for you and has a tendency to buy you things, especially if you’re upset with him in any way.

Intimacy is hard for him so he primarily shows his love through Acts of Service and Gift Giving

Tom Riddle's son vibes, not orphan Tommy

Tom does not give you these gifts personally. He just leaves them in your room. How did he get in there? You never know.

Tom doesn't know what kind of gifts you would normally buy your partner

I can actually see Tom secretly reading a romance novel or two just so he has an idea of what things boyfriends are 'supposed to do'

He thinks the way the characters acted was absolutely ridiculous, but at least he made an effort.

He still implements some of the things he learned about

Tom will buy flowers and jewelry but it's completely random.

He will do it on special occasions after learning that's the norm, but in terms of doing them on any regular day, it's something that just pops into his head from time to time.

He sees a flower on the ground and then suddenly he's thinking about buying you flowers.

Sees a piece of jewelry and so he goes out and buys you some. He needs visual reminders.

Then one day you come back to discover a bouquet or a box sitting on your bed.

You try to thank him, but he is not having it

You'll walk up to him all giddy after noticing the gift

Tha-

Don't mention it.

...

...You're welcome.

Tom would also handle all of your school supplies

He gets ahold of your list | Once again, no one knows how he does stuff. He merely does it | and he'll just go out and buy every book, quill, and piece of paper you need

He's not into PDA, but he would do public services for you.

He holds the door open, pulls out your seat, holds your belongings, and will just randomly help you with things without you having to ask

Very on top of your health.

Will always make sure you're taking care of yourself. He's the 'Did you drink water today?' boyfriend

Tom didn't really start caring about mental breaks before you. He'll work himself till he dies.

But Tom knows you. He knows your mind and your body. He is very in tune with your mental and physical needs.

Tom would study with you and make sure you're on top of your work, but he would implement breaks for your sake.

Tom! I said I don't know! I don't know! Obviously, you're not explaining it to me well enough. Can we just move on?

He just stares at you, not trying to hide his aggravation, and before you get the chance to apologize he's already stood from his seat collecting all of your belongings.

We're going to go get some fresh air.

I don't nee-

Yes, you do.

Tom would be annoyed by the fact that you can't study for 8 hours straight like him, but he wouldn't complain.

He knows he's built different. His girl needs breaks, so she gets breaks.

While walking through the castle from the library late at night Tom will sometimes place his hand on your back, Always saving the Physical Touch for when you're alone.

You would have to initiate most of the physical touch with Tom

He wouldn't reject it as long as it's done privately. Kissing his cheek while he's reading, resting on his lap while he studies, combing your hands through his hair while he's talking

Tom Riddle craves physical intimacy, he just won't ever admit to that.

If anyone were to ever catch you two when hugging or kissing he would obliviate them. Immediately.

Tom always initiates the cuddling when you two are about to go to sleep. Wrapping his arm around you as he pulls you flush against him. He likes to hold you very tightly when you're sleeping just to make sure he knows you're there. It's impossible for you to get up without alerting him first and that's just the way he likes it.

When both wake up you always stay in the position for a while. You both know the other person is awake, but no one is moving or talking.

Tom is most gentle in the mornings because that's when he knows his time alone with you is limited. At night he doesn't feel the same rush.

He always showers with you, washing your body gently and helping you style your hair.

He puts lotion on you, rolls your tights onto your legs, and buttons your shirt. Any excuse he can use to touch you in some way. | Kinda goes in with acts of service too.

Then before you leave for the day Tom will muster up the strength to finally do what he wants.

Holding you tightly as he kisses you, making sure to get his fill.

Words of Affirmation

Tom likes to praise you,

Especially if you're doing what you're supposed to be doing.

He always points out when you're doing a good job. Work-wise, personal goals, whatever. He will always acknowledge when you accomplish something

Looking over your shoulder as you complete your last assignment. Checking your answers as you write them down.

That's it. That's it.

Keep going.

Good girl.

Tom Riddle is another letter man. It's really hard for him to do things like tell you he loves you, call you beautiful, etc

He only gives you these letters on special occasions and hides them amongst the gifts he leaves you.

The main time he will convey his affection verbally is if you're angry at him.

He knows that since he doesn't say that kind of stuff often it always catches you off guard and he will use that to his advantage.

I love you.

Any anger you had fading as you stare at him in shock

I don't like it when we fight, darling.

I don't like it either.

Then maybe we should put our energy somewhere else.

Tom Riddle | Committed Lover

Tom was always horny, he just had restraint. That's why he didn't hook up that often.

With you?

He can't control himself and that makes him angry. He doesn't like feeling out of control.

Then there's the added fact that he doesn't like to touch you in public

HE GETS NEEDY

The second he can squeeze some alone time in with you you always end up bent over something, the sounds of your skin relentlessly clapping together and echoing through whatever space you're in.

Don't worry, he took measures to make sure you two have your privacy.

Tom becomes a whole new person when you guys have sex

Every impulse, every greedy touch, everything he has been wanting to do to you just comes out.

Still sticking to the fact that this man is ROUGH

He loves receiving. There's just something about seeing you on your knees, tears running down your face as he shoves his dick down your throat

Tom wasn't big on foreplay before, but he likes it with you because he gets to taunt you. He takes his time with foreplay.

As long as you were willing, Tom would have sex with you frequently and because of that, I think there would be a lot of giving too.

He likes those moments where he's in between your legs as his tongue takes long and slow movement up and down your slit.

You want more. You need more, but he won't give it to you until he feels like you worked hard enough for it.

Tommmmm...I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, just please go faster.

No.

DOM

If being on top is something you really want then he'll use it as a reward.

Still in control, there are bruises left on you from how tight his hands are gripping you.

Ass so sore you can't sit down the next day because he was spanking you the entire time, wanting to remind you who was really in charge.

Sometimes he has those moments where he lets go and allows himself to simply lay back and enjoy, but don't ever get too cocky.

Any teasing from you and you're on your back before you even get the chance to blink

Playtimes over, doll.

After he's done you're regretting everything you said to set him off

Tom can go all night long, he doesn't need sleep.

And after dating him for a while you don't need it either.

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A/N: I really enjoyed writing Tom's headcanons. As always, let me know if you disagree! I like hearing all different takes.

[b4tasquad]

Hii i asked earlier if you were writing for sharky! Could I request headcannons or anything really on what it's like to date him? Like how he would be in the relationship etc. :D

DATING SHARKY:HEADCANNONS

When you initially started dating sharky it was safe to say you were scared for your life. Not only did the YouTuber have a crazy following that would dissect your relationship into pieces, trying to find way to pull the two of you apart, but the amount of girls that fancied him. Scary. You had been reluctant to tell him anything though. Being someone who influences in media was obviously something he loved doing, and you didn’t want to be annoying with your insecurities which you felt weren’t really valid. Somewhere along the first few weeks of being official, sharky had noticed. He kissed you softly, holding your cheeks in his hand. “I don’t care about what they think or the girls in my dms, I just want you.” Was what he had said, honesty behind his every word. “I swear.”

He is your chauffeur. It didn’t matter if it was an hour's drive or even 2 minutes, Sharky drove you. It started with him casually offering to drive you places, and you accepted, happy to be given such princess treatment. One day, you enlightened him on your distaste for driving, just by casually mentioning it while in conversation. “ I don’t like driving, to be honest.” You had told him. “Prefer to be in the passenger seat.” From then on he had refused to let you sit behind the wheel. He gave you a ride to work, to your dates, and even for a little snack at the corner shop. While you always rolled your eyes, telling him he didn’t need to, you secretly loved it, and he knew that.

Not going to sleep without working things out. One important thing to Sharky was working things out. He hated arguing, but since it was something that happened in every couple, he focused more on how to resolve the issue than grumbling over the issue in itself. He was the calmest person you knew, and it didn’t matter how rude you were being. Sharky would reply with the softest tone, being caring and gentle with you. After a while you had picked up his traits, refusing to stay mad at him through the night. It made it even more complicated, and that was something the two of you didn’t want.

He’d make sure you’re comfortable around his friends. It was no secret that Sharky’s friends could be a little overbearing and come across as intimidating, which meant him being slightly concerned about how you’d handle it around them. He wanted you and the guys to get along, secretly needing his friend’s validation. It was the occasional “Are they being good?” when he had stepped away for a minute, or “What did you think about it?” after dinner. Luckily for him, you got along with his friends perfectly, even finding a funny friendship with one of his best friends, Aj.

When away for work, he was in them texts constantly. Checking up on you, chatting and ranting all day long. You wondered how he got the time in between events, filming and just socializing with others, but your boyfriend was Sharky. Of course, he found a way to do all that. “Babe, the guy sat next to me smells funny” he had texted you one night you knew he was supposed to be at dinner. “Just.. move?” You had laughed out loud, your laughter doubling when his response came. “I moved before even clicking send on the message.”

He was be READY for work gossip. It didn’t matter how little or big the tea was, best believe Sharky was all in to hear about your hectic work atmosphere. You found it sweet how he’d genuinely be so into it, commenting “Noo! Are you serious?” Or even “they didn’t.” It was an everyday thing. You get home from work to find Sharky doubled over the couch, waiting for you and his daily catch-up.

The first person you show your new items to. Sharky had made his love for you trying on things for him immensely clear dozens of times. He loved being laid against the bed, watching as you talked about the clothing/ item, explaining why you liked or disliked it. Often he’d come with his personal opinion which was always. “It looks amazing on you.” You rolled your eyes every time, but a smile still grazed your lips. Safe to say he was the best hypeman ever.

[bloodyvioletzz]

Pink In The Night

Aeon (Ada x Leon) Smut and Angst Modern AU

“Am I gonna see you again?” Leon asked, sitting up in bed. Ada was just getting up, her naked body shining in the moonlight. She was pulling on one of Leon’s shirts.. it was big on her but she didn’t mind. Neither did Leon. He loved seeing Ada wearing his clothes.

She looked at him blankly. “Leon.”

“Ada,” he replied.

She walked over to him and gave him a passionate kiss, slipping her tongue in between his slightly parted lips. Leon held her face gently, wanting more and groaning as she pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

All Ada did was smirk and shrug as she grabbed her things and left.

The next day Leon was at the bar, per usual. Drinking away his sorrows. He just wanted to forget everything. Racoon city, especially. Where he met her, where he kissed her, where he saved her, and where he lost her. He hated to think about her.. but it was the only thing he had left. Ashley would come and check on Leon occasionally, which was nice but not nearly enough.

“Another, please..” Leon’s words started to slur together as he slowly got drunker and drunker. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ as the bartender gave him another shot of tequila. He downed it quickly as wiped his mouth.

An hour or two passed and he was one of the only people left in the bar. Still drinking, still sad, still lonely.

“We’re closing up soon,” the bartender said as she washed a glass.

Leon sighed, “I’ll be out soon..” his cheeks were a rosy red and eyes hooded.

He heard someone enter the bar, and heels clicking.

“Leon,” a familiar voice said. Leon whipped his head around and his eyes lit up as he saw her. The same woman he’d been trying to forget about. The same woman he yearned for.

“Ada..” he mumbled.

She smiled to the bartender. “A friend,” she stated and the bartender nodded. She took Leon by the arm. “You’re drunk on a Tuesday.”

“It’s not Tuesday..” Leon stumbled a little as Ada helped him up.

Ada frowned. “It is.” She took him to her car, an expensive one. Of course her job allowed her to get it. Her job was her top priority… which she disliked but there wasn’t anything she could to about it. Even if it meant leaving Leon wishing for more.

As Ada drived to his apartment, Leon sneaked looks at her. Admiring her beauty, he noticed every single detail in her face. How her lips were glossy. He knew she recently applied that cherry lipgloss that drove him crazy. He inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of her rich perfume. It was stuck in his sheets. Secretly he loved it.

Ada helped him out the car, he clung to her like a lost child. She unlocked his apartment and poured him a glass of water. “Sit down on the couch, Leon,” she ordered. He obeyed, of course. He always does what he’s told. Especially if it’s Ada giving him orders. Being drunk didn’t help his case whatsoever..

Leon finished the glass of water and Ada went to leave, her hand grazing the doorknob. Leon quickly got up and grabbed her arm. “Stay,” he whispered desperately. “Please.”

Ada’s breath hitched at his cold touch. Her hand left the doorknob and turned to Leon, touching his face instead. She moved hair out of his face. Oh, how she loved his hair. It was her favorite part of him, besides his eyes.

Leon leaned into her touch. “I hate when you leave,” he started getting emotional. Alcohol really does have an effect on him. Especially when Ada was there, touching him like this. “I want you. I want all of you. I don’t- I don’t care about your job, Ada. I love you. I will always love you. I have always loved you. Everytime you left, everytime you stayed. I just want to wake up to you here next to me. Once.”

She didn’t know how to react. She���s never heard these words from him… ever. He’s never told her he’d loved her. She nodded. “Okay.”

Leon smiled brightly. “Okay.”

Ada pulled him into a gentle, soft kiss. Leon returned it just as soft. Ada led him into his bedroom, the scent of him satisfying her. She loved it. She craved it.

Leon pulled away to admire Ada for a split second, before kissing her cheek, trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped softly as he left small hickeys on her neck that she always had to cover at work by wearing turtlenecks.

Her hands reached his hair as she breathed heavily. Leon groaned at she pulled it.

Leon’s hands went straight to her waist. Pulling her closer and feeling every inch of her body burning against his.

“Leon,” Ada whispered. Leon hummed. He knew what she wanted, he wanted the exact same.

He finished leaving love bites on her neck and picked her up, looking into her eyes as he put her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, leaning down and kissing her as his hand reached down to the bottom of her dress. He lifted it up slowly, Ada shivered at the feeling of it dragging against her skin.

He grazed his fingers against the inside of her thigh, reaching her panties. He pulled them aside, touching her clit. With two fingers, he lazily drew circles. Ada signed into his mouth, holding his face and deepening their kiss.

Leon went further down. He pulled away from the kiss and put a finger inside of her, watching her mouth fall open and gasp. He looked at her in a way he could never look at anyone else. She was ethereal. She was beautiful, being pleasured. He loved soft sex like this because he could appreciate all of Ada.

She moaned quietly as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. One shortly turned into two, and Ada was begging for more. Leon obliged, wanting to give her everything. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

He slid her underwear off of her elegeant legs. He kissed her thigh as her panties slid past them.

Ada brought Leon’s face back up and kissed him lovingly. She sat up and turned around, letting Leon unzip her dress. Leon pressed wet kissed on her shoulders as he unzipped his own pants. Ada turned back to face him and lifted his shirt up, taking all of his body in. Her hands traced scars on his chest and stomach, then leaned in to kiss them. She loved to kiss his scars, to remind him he healed. That she could heal him. And she did just that, by simply being here. Treating Leon as he should be treated. The only problem was that she left before he could heal her.

Leon backed up against the bed frame as Ada took his boxers off. He sighed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly. She spread the precum leaking from his tip with her thumb. Leon’s head fell back.

Once Ada was done, she straddled Leon. She made sure to see his face as she grabbed his dick and aligned it up with her opening. They moaned in unison and she took him all inside her. Leon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Ada put her head on his shoulder, then started to move. She moaned each time she went back down, loving the feeling of him inside of her. Leon’s breath became shaky as she picked up her speed. His hands went to her thighs, lifting them ever so slightly to make things easier for her.

Ada lifted her head up to see Leon’s expression. It was a fucking sight. A sight she loved dearly. To see that he felt just as good as she did… she loved it. She began rocking forward a little bit, causing Leon to moan. She always tried to get him to be vocal with her, for it turned her on even more.

As Ada clenched down onto him, he began matching her rythm, thrusting up into her. Leon studied her face while her head tilted back, moaning loudly. He could’ve sworn he was fucking a goddess. That’s how he saw her, that’s how he always saw her.

“Leon,” Ada gasped.

“Ada..”

“Leon I..” she said inbetween moans and gasps, “I love you. I always have.”

This pushed Leon even further His thrusts became erratic and he went faster. He got sloppier as he grew closer and closer to release. He knew Ada was too, for the way she moaned and clenched down on him.

She moaned his name as she came, and Leon rode out her orgasm, causing her to stop moving her hips. Leon thrusted into her relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm. Quickly, he pulled out and his cum shot out and onto his stomach. They both sat there for a second, catching their breath. Ada collapsed onto him, smearing his cum onto her chest. Leon ran his fingers through her hair.

Gently, he lifted Ada off of him and layed her down. He got up to grab a towel. He cleaned himself up then Ada. She smiled as she felt the towel press against her skin, she cupped his cheek as he cleaned her. He smiled back at her.

Once he was done, he climbed in bed next to her, laying his head on her chest as she held him tightly. There was a comfortable silence as she played with his hair.

Leon was the one to speak up first.

“I want to go further with you. I don’t just want to be your… your pawn. I want to be yours. Just yours. Your boyfriend.”

Ada giggled, “You can be my boyfriend, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ve always been yours.” She kissed the top of of his head.

A sigh of relief left Leon as he nuzzled into her chest. “I love you, Ada.”

“I love you, Leon.”

[obeymefictionwriting]

i am a huge satan simp,,but i also have a big cat allergy, even though i love cattos. how do you think satan or any of the other brothers react to an mc with a cat allergy?

*writing this hc while staring at my cat*

Lucifer:

A type of guy who'd be checking EVERY place you are going to for the presence of cats bc allergy, you know?

Will also be carrying a whole bag of medications just in case

"I can't imagine how hard it is for you. Cats are quite captivating and you can't really approach them or touch them. I think I would be really unhappy if I couldn't touch you and you captivate me".

Will read all available information on cat allergy because it's important and he needs to know everything.

Occasional cat-themed gifts and you'll never know whether it's a tease or not (will be smirking while giving them to you)

Mammon:

“Eh but you can look at cats, right?”

“You sure you don’t wanna pet ‘em?”

The boy can’t quite get his head around the whole cat allergy idea because they don’t really have allergies in Devildom, you know?

He is trying, though. Give him some credit

“Do ALL humans have cat allergy?”

Despite his silly questions, he will secretly ask Satan or Lucifer what to do if you encounter a cat and will shove a few medications in his pocket just in case.

Leviathan:

He honestly won’t care so much since Levi has never been a huge cat fan

He will be worried for you though because he hates when anything upsets you (and you might be upset for not being able to cuddle with cats, right?)

“Can you cure it or something?”

“I’ve seen an anime where a person also had an allergy. It was for demons though and the person was a demon slayer but KINDA SAME RIGHT?”

“At least you can wear these cute cat ears that I’ve got you!”

Satan

Oh boy, he will be upset at first

It’s just, he wanted to share so many of his favorite activities with you! Like going to a cat cafe, feeding stray cats, making photos of street cats together...

But hey, you can love two things in life and they don’t have to love each other, right?

He is also super concerned he won’t occasionally trigger your allergy since he is well... almost always covered in cat hair.

“Okay, we’ll work it out so no worries, Kitten”

After all, there are tons of other activities you two can do together and cats can be like his own little world!

Asmodeus

Ah, you are having an allergy - how unfortunate!

He can’t really relate to it because he’s never had an allergy but he can IMAGINE how bad it might be.

He also does not quite understand the concept at first but when he learns how dangerous an allergy might be, he gets super serious.

“We won’t allow a single cat near you and that includes SATAN”

Secretly happy that Satan can’t be around much because Satan loves books, and you love books and UGH HE CAN’T TAKE IT

Beelzebub

“A cat allergy? Does that mean you can’t eat cats?”

Oh, this is not the case. Oh okay.

Immediately asks how he can help you make it better.

Will also double-check with Satan if this is a real thing and what he can do.

“No cat cafes for you but the regular ones are all ours!”

WIll also be slightly worried whether you are upset about your allergy or not.

Belphegor

“Why do humans always have the weirdest things happening to them?”

“If you can’t cuddle with cats, you can always cuddle with me, you know?”

To be honest, he does not worry much simply because they don’t have cats in the HoL or school so there is not much danger for you, right?

He will though secretly warn Satan about not “bringing any of this cat nonsense to the house or I’ll get you flying off that roof”

[pattycakes5516]

Defective Existence: Chapter Three

The bike comes to a stop and you rush off of it creating space. This weekend started off badly and only continues to spiral. Your mind is now going into overdrive trying to comprehend. You wonder what you could have done to fix the situation.

Suguru walks ahead of you and you follow behind. He does not offer you any explanation. His face was emotionless. It was like time had backpedaled and you were seeing him as the unsure version of his past.

You grab his arm a bit roughly and he looks down at you in surprise. “I’m sorry. I am not sure what I did but…” You feel yourself panicking for no reason. He stares at you and you see his face soften a bit.

“It’s fine. It’s not you Y/N. I…” You watch him struggle to form words. You are not sure what to make of it. He was not loud or arrogant but he always carried himself with a cool confidence you secretly envied. At this moment it was almost as if he was scared. “I don’t know.”

This time you reach up and pat his head reassuringly. Your heart was aching for him yet you yourself did not understand why. “What can I do?” You ask, wanting to help. You would do anything for him.

“Did yall finally fuck?” A crude voice interrupts your conversation. You already know who it was without looking up. You clench your fist in annoyance.

“Sukuna shut the hell up.” Suguru says in a sharp tone. He looks over at the pink haired man covered in ink with malice.

Sukuna grins and clicks his teeth. “Shame on you Suguru. I mean if she is no longer off limits…” Sukuna winks in your direction and you sigh. You see Suguru’s jaw clench and your instant reaction is to flick his forehead.

“Hey…” he smiles down at you. You give him a look that he recognizes. “Yeah yeah I know he is baiting me.” You nod and then glare over at Sukuna. You knew better.

“Y/N you know that grimace only makes me want you more.” Sukuna laughs as if he had no troubles in the world. You walk over to him standing tall. His eyes widen as you lean into him.

“How are your brothers doing?” You ask softly. You knew they had disowned him. His brothers, Choso and Itadori were kind hearted. Choso was very protective so he had forbidden Sukuna from seeing him.

Sukuna’s mouth opens and closes as if unsure how to rebuttal. “Get back to work. You're close to being unemployed if you keep this up.” Suguru had hired him to help keep Sukuna in line. You knew he was truly trying to change. You felt a bit guilty for your words.

Sukuna smirks down at you. The shock wears off and his amusement is now present. “Little fox…” he says laughing lightly and then walks back to the garage. That was a bit of a low blow on your end but he really got under your skin.

“Let me check up on a few things then we can grab some food.” Suguru pushes you into the main entry and you go along with him.

You make yourself comfortable in his office. Occasionally scrolling on social media or playing a game. The atmosphere now less tense as you would occasionally glance out and see Suguru ordering others around.

After a while engrossed with what you were doing you were startled by the door opening. You try to control your face when you see the man entering. “Hey…” Sukuna looks down at the ground and you watch him.

“I just wanted to apologize. I couldn’t help myself.” Sukuna looks up and he seems sincere. You study his expression for a few more seconds, looking for any subtle changes.

“It’s fine. I was rude as well.” You finally speak up and he walks in, sitting across from you. “Is that all?” You ask, going back to looking at your screen.

“Pfft sometimes I wonder if you're a robot.” He laughs softly and you try not to respond. Sukuna loved pushing buttons and you hated feeding into anything he does. “I don’t know why he is so obsessed with you.”

You look up in shock. “What do you mean?” You say, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words. “Speak clearly.” You sit up straighter.

“Ooo that face is new….” Sukuna smirks and moves closer. You grimace not wanting him in your space. “Do you hate me?” He leans forward. His eyes pierced into your own.

You take in a breath to center yourself. “I don’t care enough about you to hate you, Sukuna.” You respond and he clutches his chest dramatically. “Why do you care?”

Sukuna watches you with those almost reddish brown eyes full of curiosity. “You are interesting.” He shrugs and leans in even closer. “Suguru is in love with you.” He whispers and your eyes widen at his words.

Your heart races but your mind quickly fights to shut it down. “Yes. We have been friends for a long time. I love and care for him as well.” Your voice trembles a bit and you curse yourself in your mind.

Sukuna takes hold of your chin tilting your face up. “No. You know what I mean.” His voice was almost sinister.

“You are teasing me.” You scoff and he laughs. You roll your eyes and push away his hand. “Did you have your fun?”

“Ooo Y/N…” Sukuna clicks his teeth and takes hold of your wrist. “This is nothing. I would love to show you a really good time.”

As if summoned by my anxiety the office door swings open again. “Am I interrupting?” Suguru’s voice was low and sharp. Sukuna backs away, throwing his hands up.

“Not at all. I was just apologizing for my awful behavior earlier.” Sukuna smirks and you nod in agreement. Those dark eyes stay on you and you try to hide yourself.

“Get out Sukuna.” Suguru orders holding the door open. Sukuna stands and saunters out but not without glancing back and smiling brightly at you.

“He is hopeless…” Suguru sighs, sitting behind his desk, running his hands over his face. “If he bothers you let me know.”

You nod but your mind is trying to still comprehend the conversation. What was the point of his words? Did he just want to get a reaction out of you?

“Suguru…” You say cautiously, unsure of yourself. He looks up from his paperwork with a raised brow. He recognized the tone as worry. You did not want him to stress over your silly thoughts. “Nevermind. It’s silly.” You felt like a coward.

“Are you sure?” He replies patiently, making sure to maintain eye contact. This man… you never dared wishing he was yours. Never even imagined it. Not because he wasn’t desirable to you. He was beautiful in all aspects of the word. You simply felt he always deserved better than.

“Yup! Totally!” You say a bit too enthusiastically. He frowns at you but continues working. You quickly pull out your phone to distract yourself. The text that greeted you made you groan out loud.

“That’s not good…” Suguru laughed once again, interrupted by you. “Based on that tone I am going to assume family.” You look over with a frown and nod.

“They want to have dinner. Satoru sent an apology. Also other old families will be in attendance.” This was a nightmare. As if the weirdness from this weekend could not get any worse.

“Tonight?” Suguru asked and you thought you may have seen annoyance. You would give anything to be able to ignore the text.

“Tomorrow….” You take in a long breath. “I need to go out and find something to wear. Those assholes are obsessed with appearances. Which explains how shitty they are.” You grumble asking Satoru what brands you needed to look for to keep up.

“I wish we could run away together.” Suguru says and you drop your phone and turn. His dark eyes look startled and he then chuckles. “Kidding…” he does an awkward finger gun and winks. Sukuna’s conversation runs back into the forefront of your mind.

Even if you both loved each other it was destined to fail. You were a bargaining chip not a human to your family. With their resources running would be irrelevant and dangerous. You felt a sad tinge in your heart. You needed to protect him. No matter what.

“I wish that were possible…” you say without realizing it. You mentally slap your forehead. There was no need to provide any kind of hope. Even if it was to help a friend. You still could not fathom a man like Suguru Geto loving you as a lover.

That silence again… the tense kind that makes it hard to move. This has been a night of reckoning. It was a wake up call to the fantasy you had been living in with him. There were no happy endings. Honestly you never expected one. You were the type to skip the end of books right after the climax was settled. Set it down and move on to the next.

“Food let's get you some food!” Suguru breaks the suffocating quiet. You look up into those dark eyes with a small nod.

“The greasier the better! Tomorrow I know it will be small portions and overpriced…” You grumble causing Suguru to chuckle.

“Anything you want Y/N.” He says confidently and your heart suddenly races. An odd feeling that you had not felt since you were a teen. In a way it felt dangerous. You bite your lower lip nervously as you see him putting things away.

Suguru must have misunderstood your expression because he walks over and pats your head affectionately. “Chin up. You always find a way to survive them.” Lifting your chin you aren’t able to meet his gaze.

“It feels different this time…” You mutter as clench your fists. You look to the ground and his hold tightens a bit to get your attention.

“Look at me.” Suguru’s voice lowers and you let out a breath following his instruction. His brows are furrowed with worry. “You know I’m here no matter what. Turn to me ok? Don��t always try to do things on your own.”

You wanted to shout at him. He did not understand how much you saved face to protect him. Yet here he is trying to act like your hero. Instead you just nod and smile. “Food?” You manage to say and he smirks. His hand falls and a part of you wants to stay closer for just a bit longer.

As you make your way out Sukuna walks past. You glare which only makes him smile. “I almost feel sorry for you…” He hisses as Suguru walks ahead so not for him to hear.

“I guess we are both pathetic losers.” You spit back with venom and he laughs boldly. Suguru turns an intimidating glint in his eyes towards Sukuna. Sukuna throws up his hand but the amusement never leaves his features.

“A pair of star crossed lovers take their life…” Sukuna quotes and you pick up a cup of pens and throw them at him. “Little fox… so scary.” You still hear him chuckling as you and Suguru leave.

[dawn-petrichor-world]

You belong to me

Summary: “I don’t care who the fuck he dealt his soul with, Dean Winchester is mine.”

Warning: Sub Demon!Dean - Dom Demon/Reader, BDSM sex, blood, languages. Dark content.

+ 2.7k words not proofread.

A/N: Okay, I said I'm not good enough to write this but I said to myself "Fuck you! You have to write it because you love stories, you need to improve yourself." So, @holylulusworld I'm sorry in advance if it's bad. I'll do better next.

The demon!woman who dealt with Dean (S2E22) and talked with Sam (S3E5) is not named, so I had to give her one: Isabel.

From the beginning, I wanted to use I/me/myself, like my character's talking directly to the readers but I changed that. Except for the title and the line in the summary.

It’s been decades since you’re a fucking souls dealer. Every day and night, answering those stupid living things to make their dreams come true for a period of ten years and collecting your given. You need something new, you deserve something new.

After many researchers, years ago you discovered that souls are the origin of power. Not all, but collecting specifics from a virgin or a serial killer and then once it’s absorbed, you gain strength. It’s very helpful when you want to possess and/or play with humans but a hunter shows up for exorcism you.

Pain in an ass those suckers because they don’t know how much it hurts when they rip out a demon's soul. It’s not fun nor pleasant at all to share a body already occupied and it’s worse when you discover they are believers. But what can you do, huh? None of you has a body anymore and all have job to do. So you wear their filthy skin without complaint because you know what you earn better at this end.

Anyway, souls are the keys to solving your problems. The more you’ll gain, the more powerful you’ll end to become the new king of crossroads. And you know exactly where to collect them.

A bunch of virgins and serial killers. The perfect ones are not easy to find out and they don’t fall from the sky, tho.

Several years later, it’s payday. Time to collect your belongings but lucky you, there’s a cute girl you have to possess to go to work, nothing else. Ugh! That’s funny, in all the years you spend between Earth and the Underworld, you never were a kid. It’ll be kinda fun.

The first soul of the day is Miss Peggy, her dream was to create a school for some kids who were born with handicaps. It’s always hard because of funds and visibility but easy for you. Today she’s famous all around the state and a few nearby.

- “Hello you!” she says when you come into her office and close the door behind you. “Are you lost?”

- “No, I am in the right place.” You say with a velvet sweet voice that surprises you.

- “It’s the time!” she starts to say when she notices your eyes, completely black.

You never present yourself because technically if a human meets a demon twice in their life, they know the second time it’s the same demon because they called you.

She's prepared by writing plenty of letters to say goodbye. You love when the job is clean, fast and there are no unnecessary tears.

You walk toward her and check her soul, still a virgin. Perfect. She bends over you, thinking you have something to say secretly but instead you kiss her cheek and boom, heartattack.

Just for the record, you have already met douchebags who don’t respect the terms of the contract. Some had sex and some decided to stop killing. You hate wasting your time, so you send them hellhounds to rip them apart because they deserve it. Occasionally, you destroy what they've created, just for fun. For the others who respect your rules, you love using lethal deaths like undetected cancer or heart attack.

The sun goes down, you’re now in front of the motel’s room, your weak body hurts but after a fruitful day, you do love eating ice cream. Of course, you are in a human body, a child body precisely and with no coins, maybe if you kill and rob a peadoph….

- “Hello!” Said a young boy to you.

- “Hello.” You reply.

- “I saw you wandering and you look hungry rubbing your belly. Sometimes my dad is busy for several days that he forgets, food and money are not enough for the time he’s out.”

- “I just want ice cream and after that, I will go home. Can you help me?” you ask him.

You spend long hours with this boy who is clearly into you because he never stops to check on his little brother to be sure he is still sleeping, instead obeying the rules of his father to stay in the suite, doors locked. He smiles at you and tries to make you laugh.

You feel that something is weird with him but you can’t tell what is it. Maybe if…

- “I like you. You’re nice and cute.” You say cutting him off and making him blush.

- “Do you think we will see each other again?” He asks with a little touch of sadness in his voice.

- “Why not? The world is big but everything can happen. Do you believe in a soulmate?”

- “I don’t. That’s bullshit for kids.”

- “Smart boy.” You chuckle. “But I really like you and if life makes us see each other again, I don’t want to lose my luck even if it’s only for spending a good time with you.”

- “What do you have in mind?” he asks suspiciously.

- “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. But you have to keep the secret between us”

- “I’m not sure about that…”

You kiss his lips gently. He literally stops to function even breathing. Meanwhile, you proceed to mark his soul with two basic alchemy symbols, life and death, your favourite. It’s glowing on the skin of his right hand, a spot between the thumb and the forefinger before it disappears.

A voice in the room draws your both attention, he jumps off the table and runs to the room. He looks behind him and waves his hand to sign goodbye. The last thing you hear before the door shuts:

- “Dean! Dean!” whines a high-pitched voice.

- “There! There! Sammy. I’m here.

You’re not on earth once every ten years because it should be boring like heaven, and with this rate when could you reach your goal? Out of question to wait for Gabriel to blow in his trumpet.

But you are more in Hell, dealing with your responsibilities: torturing souls down there, teaching new demons how to do their works and punishing those who disobey.

On earth it’s funnier, you spend your free time with criminals but they are quickly boring and useless, so you torture them and if they kill each other, you recruit the last one who breathes, to be your servant. And you adore chasing hunters, it’s a good sport.

There’s a board of the most famous and hard hunters to kill. If one of you, demons, without cheating can kill, having their soul, you are promoted.

- “You bitch! Accept that you lose.” Shout out to you, Isabel.

- “You know the rules. This one is mine. You can’t be promoting..’’

- “Listen. He called me to save his brother.”

- “He calls you?” you fake a laugh. “You were closer to him than anyone else, so you keep the call. The mark is not fuckin invisible…”

- “KNOCK IT OFF!” a firm and loud voice breaks yours, follows by the sound of heels echoing at the back of the hall which approaches. A gorgeous woman comes into the light with a cold figure on her face.

- “Dean Winchester’s soul belongs to me. We’re linked since his kid. I don’t care who he dealt with, it could be with the lord Lucifer himself, he’s my fuckin property.” You scream out.

- “I said…” a hand grab the collar of your shirt, twists it and you’ve been thrown off the room, to crash out against a column. “…knock it off! If you keep talking, I’ll make sure your tongue is useful for something less noisy.” Threats Mazikeen.

Two ribs are broken, one pierces the lung which becomes filled with blood making you drown. The vessel is dying, you need another one, so you try to stand on the feet, to go outside. But all the strength of this body, you have no choice but to crawl. Maze overtakes and squats next to you to suggest a freshly dead body not far from here and she adds that you don’t need to worry about Dean Winchester who he’s in good hands, the same who teaches you how to play with souls.

- “He’s with Alastair! Mistress, Can I check on him.” you try hardly to ask, fighting to breathe and not to faint.

- “Firstly, you need to leave this weak flesh, I don’t like to see you in pain.” Says Mazikeen to you while she wipes a trickle of blood out of your mouth. “At the morgue, upon the earth. You’ll like it.”

While you’re leaving the corpse, Mazikeen stands up and stabs her claws into Isabel's chest and whispers something in her ear. And before not being able to see anything else, you see a dark smoke leaving her mouth and flying in the other direction than yours. You love justice.

You knock your head forgetting it’s a small and cold place and the door is locked. You could use your strength to open it but your new wrists are sore and you don’t want to break them or else. You could use your feet to hit the wall, protect your head but rigor mortis. No choice but to wait and work all muscles of this new body at the same time. Thankfully, you’re powerful enough to get out of the fridge after sixty fucking seconds.

The floor is cold too and even if outside the refrigerator is colder, you remember it’s winter and at night with no one in the building there’s no heat on. You are barely naked with this thin dress on. The former host is dead in a pyjama or what?

Outside the building, Jack, your loyal servant, is waiting next to a limousine. He puts some fluffy boots on your feet and wraps you in a warm and fleece long coat. Once in the vehicle, he gives you a glass of alcohol to heat you from inside.

Back in Hell, I require Jack to go to spy on Dean but he hesitates because he knows it’s against the rules to interfere with the business of elders but he doesn’t have a choice to obey.

Alastair feels you, looks at you behind his shoulder with an arrogant smirk on his face while Dean Winchester delights torturing souls.

This is insane! The years go and even with the billions of people on earth you are still far from your goal. You have to delegate even though you have trust in nobody but they’re loyal so you can work with that. But you need to take a break to release all the stress this job causes you because it’s exhausting and it’s bad for your body.

And for that, you have the perfect solution. A hot and bubbling bath with a fresh glass of wine and your partner in crime on the other side of the bathtub while he massages your feet and smokes a cigar.

- “I can feel that you are on your nerves”

- “I walk all the time, the deals double every year but there are fewer of my favourite, so between the ones I absorb and the percentage I can keep from the ones I have to give to my mistress…” you sigh.

- “It’ll be a century before you could sit on the throne of the King, if you achieve your goal.” Finishes Dean

- “If I achieve them?” you snarl. His cigar falls on the floor because your hand on his throat is ready to steal his last breath. But he looks down at your wet breast, flapping above the water then he moves his hips so that you can feel his erection poking your thigh. He eyes up, licks his bottom lip and you hear a growl deep down his throat.

He removes his arm from the water to reach something on the floor behind himself, it sounds like metals colliding against each other and he presents you a black dog collar with chains on it. You release his neck, tie the necklace around him and jump off the bathtub to be behind him and grip it harder which makes him lift his body on the water and reveals how much he’s excited. He moans and while you release the grip he kisses and bites lightly the inner of your leg, still on the edge of the bathtub.

You pull a handle, hanging next to the bathtub to rinse all soap on your body, once clean you put a bathrobe on, and order Dean to join you in the bedroom who takes a towel and wraps it around his waist.

Dean knows more than well how you look naked but there is one thing that can drive him nuts it’s when you wear a black sheer body with red leather legs garters. You jump on him, snake your legs around him, bite his lips to make him bleed that you lick and kiss him passionately.

He walks back to the bed to sit on it and presses his waist against him. You push and slap him that make him lays on his back but it’s brief, you grab hard his collar behind him to put his body on the top of the bed.

You take handcuffs from your drawer and chain him on the headboard. You go back to him but this time, your ass is on the bed, your legs above his legs and bite your lips excited to play with his lovely joystick under the towel.

You lick the head making flinch your partner, drool to wet it, to simplify when you stroke him. He lightly opens his mouth due to his increased breath and time to time you hear him growl when you suck his sacks or lick his shaft.

Each time you feel he’s about to come, you brutally stop to enjoy watching him struggling because he wants more.

- “Let me cum, bitch.” He finally says.

- “One more time and you could.”

- “Please. Let me cum.” He begs.

- “You know I love when you beg.” you say while you continue to tease him and making him shakes his hips to put his cock deeper in your mouth.

You crawl up to his face, put your breast in his mouth that he sucks and bites your nipples. You hear him beg, he wants you to release him. You kiss him and slide his cock inside of you.

- Fuck! You’re damn tight.

He gives some thrust but you stop him by choking him. You are the only one in control, so you move slowly your hips and then speed up. It’s like he’s bigger in you or your are tighter. Leaning on his chest with your hands you change the move by up and down your hips. Again you feel he’s going to release the load, so you stand up making him angry and say a lot of curse words. But you stop him by kicking in his throat. He growls but he’s half angry half excited. You snap your fingers to make disappear the handcuffs, sit back to him, put back his dick in you and move your hips faster than before. He catches your breast and presses and pulls your nipple with one of his hands, licks your neck and with the other free hand, he plays with your clit. This time is Dean and you, to come together.

During days you check all rooms that you can, kill every demon and dark creatures who don’t bring a clear answer and never stop to disappoint you.

- “Where’s Isabel? I need to know what she did again with him.” You shout.

- “She’s dead.” reply your new servant.

- “Who killed her?” you ask.

- “Sam Winchester.”

- “Stupid kid.”

- “And Alastair? He must know where he is.”

- “We can’t find him”

- “Do you want to end like the former you, who was incompetent? No? So! Go on earth and come back to me only when you’ll be able to tell me where the fuck is Dean Winchester.”

After he closes the door behind him, Mazikeen steps out of the shadow. She loves to make a such entrance. She’s so tall, majestic and still gorgeous.

She cups your face, kisses softly your lips and before she opens her mouth you knew she’s about to tell you bad news.

- “An angel named Castiel brings him back to life. His soul is back in his mortal flesh.” She says while she wipes your tears.

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists. My SPN Masterlists.

[lucy90712]

Fabio Quartararo- Gasly sister part 2

This is the part 2 to my previous part so if you haven't read that you need to check it out

It took me so long to fall asleep as all I could think about was my date with Fabio but I did eventually get some sleep but before long it was morning and I had to be up to head to the paddock. Reluctantly I got up and got ready quickly before gathering my things to meet Pierre and on my way I looked at my phone for the first time to see a few texts from Fabio one saying how much he enjoyed last night and one telling me where he would be in the paddock so that I could meet him when we both got there. I replied to him quickly before going over to meet Pierre who was just walking out of the elevator as I came out of the stairs, he seemed happy which was great as I couldn't hide the smile on my face from talking to Fabio so it just seemed like we were both excited for the day even though it was for completely different reasons.

The drive to the paddock was spent with us talking like we usually do on race weekends about what was coming up that day and any gossip which Pierre always seems to have tons of which always makes me laugh as some things are just so crazy. Before long we made it and Pierre ditched me right away as he had a meeting to get to which left me to walk in by myself and have pictures taken as I did so. To start with I hated all the paparazzi pictures but over time I've got used to it and I just don't give them any time of day and just walk past but occasionally I do like to sort of pose just to get some good pictures out of it. Just as I was about head in Fabio ran over to me so we greeted each other quickly before walking in together but I made sure we walked far enough apart as I know what will happen if we don't rumours will spread quickly and I'm not up for that today. Luckily he seemed to get what I was doing and went along with it until we got to the hospitality where we could walk next to each other.

As it was still early not much was going on and not too many people were around so Fabio and I managed to get some coffee and find somewhere to sit that was out of the way so when more people come in we won't be disturbed. We were quick to revert back to how we were last night and talking freely and flirting every now and then which made me a little more nervous than yesterday just in case we get caught but I also never wanted the moment to end as I just love being in Fabio's company. At some point the team meeting must have ended as a load of team members came in and Pierre and Yuki joined me and Fabio so we had to stop our flirting and instead just stared at each other across the table.

The rest of the day was hectic as there was 3rd practice and then qualifying which didn't go well for the whole Alpha Tauri team but I was having a great time as I spent the whole day sat with Fabio secretly holding hands between our seats which luckily no one noticed. Originally we had also planned to spend the evening together but after qualifying I knew I had to spend some time with Pierre to calm him down and get him ready for the race tomorrow. Fabio understood so let me go but not without kissing my cheek in a quiet corner of the paddock and me promising to text him before I went to bed to tell him how it went. With that we went our separate ways but not before giving each other a quick glance and a smile.

It was a long few hours when we got back to the hotel as Pierre was just ranting about qualifying until he was bored and wanted to move on from it so instead he asked me about my day so I told him what I did while leaving a few things out like the hand holding and kissing to not cause more problems. The whole time I was there all I was thinking about was being with Fabio which I felt awful about as I love my brother and I want to be there to support him but I also have never felt this way for someone before and I want to make the most of it while we are together. Luckily Pierre just wanted to be alone after a while so I left him and text Fabio on my way back to my hotel room. Just as I got to the door to my room Fabio asked if I wanted to go to his room so naturally I walked straight to his room to spend the evening together.

Before I could even knock on his room door it opened and he pulled me into an incredibly tight hug and dragged me into the room where he sat on the bed and I stood awkwardly for a second not really knowing what to do in this situation but he was quick to pat the space next to him so I sat down next to him. We talked for a few minutes before he gave me the remote to the tv and told me to pick a movie while he leant over and ordered food for us which was much appreciated as I was starving. Once we had both done our tasks we settled in next to each other but not too close at least not yet as I'm still a bit nervous and I'm sweating slightly which wouldn't be ideal if he wanted to get closer.

As the movie went on Fabio moved closer and closer to me before I got up the confidence to snuggle up into his side which he seemed happy with as he put an arm around my waist right away and pulled me even closer to him. For a few minutes I couldn't bare to look it him as I was blushing so much but I'm sure he noticed as it was definitely really obvious as I don't have the ability to blush discreetly. When I felt a bit calmer I turned towards Fabio and he looked at me so we just kind of ended up staring into each other's eyes for a few moments before I noticed him looking between my eyes and my lips. I knew he wanted to kiss me and I wanted it too but I wasn't brave enough to initiate the kiss so I just gave him a smile in hopes that he would get the hint.

The hint must have been received as within an instant he put a hand on my cheek and put his lips on mine in the best kiss I've ever had. His lips were soft against mine but my entire body felt electric with the rush of kissing him for the first time it was like my first kiss all over again but like 100x better. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before we both pulled away but it didn't last long as we both leant in for another kiss which lasted a bit longer and was a bit more heated than the first. We didn't take things any further and instead went back to cuddling but just a bit closer this time as I had my head rested on his chest and he had his head leant against mine and occasionally he placed a kiss on my head. We continued watching tv for a while before we realised how late it and gotten and that we should probably get some sleep. I didn't want to leave Fabio as I was enjoying myself but I knew I needed some sleep so I went to get up and grab my things but Fabio pulled me back onto the bed.

"You can stay the night with me if you want" he said clearly trying not to make me feel like I had to

"I would love that but I at least need to get clothes to sleep in" I said

"I can fix that issue you can just wear one of my shirts and I have stuff you can use to wash your face" he said

Not that I needed much convincing to stay but him saying that convinced me even more to stay with him. As soon as I agreed he got up and gave me one of his shirts and he told me where he put his face wash so that I could use it. Luckily I had shorts on under the dress I was wearing so I kept them on so that everything was covered and so that I felt a little more comfortable. By the time I was ready Fabio had got himself ready as well and was on his side of the bed on his phone so I climbed in next to him which is when he put his phone down and turned towards me. He tucked my hair behind my ear as it was kind of in my face before kissing my cheek and allowing me to lay down so that he was laying behind me and my back was close to his chest. I thought it may be a little awkward but I was happy with him behind me and his arm around me and it felt normal which was a strange feeling but a nice one.

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Over the course of the night the both of us moved in our sleep so when I woke up I was laying on Fabio's chest and his arms were locked around me so even if I wanted to move which I didn't I couldn't. He was sound asleep still so I just took the chance to admire his features and the tattoos on his arm which were so cool and some of them I hadn't noticed before along with some of the scars that show his dedication to his sport. The peace soon ended though when my alarm that I forgot to turn off started blaring which of course woke Fabio but he was quick to turn it off and put his arms back around me this time drawing shapes on my back as we just laid there together.

After a while of laying there it was clear that we needed to get up so I rolled off Fabio and got up offering him a hand to help him up even though he was much stronger than me and almost pulled me back down when he grabbed my hand. Sadly I had to head back to my room to change but Fabio said he would come to my room once he was ready so we could go to the track together which was great as I don't like going on my own. With that I ran back to my room and jumped in the shower as quick as possible before spending way too much time picking my outfit as I wanted it to be comfortable but cute and also weather appropriate as it is supposed to rain later. It took me so long to decide my outfit that by the time Fabio arrived at my door I had just about done my hair and had no makeup on but I went and opened the door anyway just so he wasn't waiting outside on his own.

"You look beautiful I can't believe how naturally pretty you are" he complimented

"Aww thank you but you have caught me at a good time my skin has been particularly good this weekend" I joked

"Well I'll think you'll look perfect either way, are you ready yet?" He asked

"Yeah just give me one second to put my shoes on" I said deciding to go without makeup after he gave me those compliments

Once I put my shoes on Fabio took my hand and we walked to the track which was a bit of a walk but it was nice outside despite the fact that it is due to rain later. The streets were super busy with people heading to the track which is something I've never experienced before as I'm always made to go early enough that I avoid all of this but it was kind of fun to get more of a full experience of attending a race. With the amount of people it was hard to get to where we needed to go to get into the paddock but that's where I came in useful as I managed to work my way around the crowds and dragged Fabio along with me until we got our passes checked and were allowed into the paddock. There was still quite a few people in the paddock as it was race day but nowhere near as many as outside so it was so much easier to get to the Alpha Tauri garages which were much more quiet than everywhere else.

Soon enough it was getting towards the start of the race but it had just started pouring with rain but they still sent everyone out on the grid and to do the formation lap but they soon came back in when it was decided that it was too wet. All the cars stopped in the pit lane and the drivers went back to their garages after it was clear the restart wouldn't be anytime soon. Pierre came back in and said hi before going over to his mechanics who were talking to him about whatever and then someone else came over to show him things. After that person went over to him I noticed that Pierre kept glancing over at me and Fabio which made me a little nervous but I put it down to him just watching out for me which he does quite a lot being older than me.

Eventually the race restarted and went quite well for Pierre seeing as he started so far down on the grid and Monaco is notorious for being hard to overtake at. He came back to the garage and was relatively happy which was great but he also seemed off with me and I could tell something was on his mind but he went off to interviews before I could ask so it will have to wait. All of that was soon off my mind though when Fabio put an arm around my waist and stood talking with me and a few other friends behind the garage. He somehow seemed to either know everyone or just instantly get on with them which was great as it meant I didn't have to talk that much and could just join in when I wanted to.

I was having such a good time that I completely forgot that I was meant to be trying to hide this new thing with Fabio and that instead I was stood with his arm very obviously around my waist which very quickly backfired on my when I heard a very familiar voice calling my name angrily. Instantly my body filled with anxiety and worry knowing exactly who it was and what they had seen.

"Y/n what the hell are you doing" Pierre called causing Fabio to let go of me and turn around with me

"Nothing just talking to some friends" I replied completely lying

"Don't lie to me I saw his arm around you and I saw the pictures of you two walking in together this morning holding hands so don't try and fool me I'm not that stupid" he yelled

"Ok fine I've got to know Fabio quite well over the weekend there are you happy" I yelled back

"I thought I told you not to date any drivers or riders or just any of my friends for that matter" he said angrily

"Look dude this is really all on me I asked her to dinner the other night and I wanted to get to know her but I really do like her and I can promise you that I would never do anything to hurt her" Fabio interjected

"You promise this isn't just a short time thing and you actually like her and aren't going to just drop her" Pierre asked

"I promise you I would never even consider that" Fabio replied

"Fine but if you hurt her believe me I won't be this nice" Pierre said finally leaving us alone

Once he left Fabio pulled me back into his side and helped calm me down as my heart was beating at a million miles an hour after that interaction. Now that it was over I felt a whole lot better though as I wasn't hiding anything anymore and I knew Pierre would eventually come round to the idea of me and Fabio being together if he saw that I was happy as I know thats all he really cares about. Fabio also seemed relieved as when we were leaving the track he had a tighter grip on my hand but also had a very wide smile on his face even when people took pictures of us. On the way back to the hotel the both of us talked about seeing each other again in the future as I live in France and he is always traveling but we came up with some pretty good ideas and some dates which I was very much looking forward to.

"Y/n before you go I just want to ask you one thing" Fabio said as we got to my hotel room

"Go ahead hit me with it" I said cringing within an instant

"This may seem really soon and I get if you think its too early but I would love if you would officially be my girlfriend so I guess I'm asking will you be my girlfriend?" He asked

"I would love that" I replied

With that he kissed me a few times before heading off to his room as he had to fly back home to be ready for a race and I had to go home to work on Monday but I still had a huge smile on my face thinking about the fact that at the start of the weekend I would never have imagined myself leaving with a boyfriend and a great one at that.

[whats-wild-to-you]

Can I request something? You and Jay are bff’s but you’re pretending to be a couple because of your annoying ex boyfriend who returned to Seoul. Jay acts like he hates it but secretly loves it and plans on confessing his real feelings soon 🥰

I actually posted a similar story on w*ttp*d last year 😅 check it out you might enjoy it 😁

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“What? Do I not look busy enough to you?”

“Please! Just this once. It’s the third time he’s asking me to meet and I’m running out of excuses!”

“Why would you meet with your ex anyway?”

“He contacted me as a friend, and every said he’s bringing someone too.”

“A girlfriend?”

“Probably. Just this once, pretend to be my boyfriend. Please!” You said, clinging on to him, giving him a look with your puppy eyes you knew he couldn’t refuse.

Jay snorted, detaching himself from your grip. “Fine. What do I have to do?”

“Well, it would look weird if we arrived separately, so you should pick me up.”

“Alright, I’ll be there at 7.”

You hugged Jay tight and waved at him goodbye.

“Who else here thinks this is a bad idea, please raise your hand.” Jay’s manager chuckled, raising his hand. He witnessed the whole thing and could barely keep it together. “Hyungnim, I only say this because I know how much you like her.”

“I’ll be okay.” Jay said nonchalantly. “If her ex really brings a girl along, he will be too distracted to care about us.”

You were ready hours before Jay said he’d pick you up. Pacing up and down, you stole occasional glances at the mirror, wondering if your outfit was okay. When Jay rang at your door, you answered immediately, waiting for him by the stairs.

“How’s my outfit?” Was the first thing you said to him and noticed how his skin flushed right away.

“Umm, fine, I guess. We should go. I know how much you hate being late.”

“Right.” You said, following him back down.

He held the door of his car open for you, albeit looking quite clumsy. You stared at him while he was driving, noticed he had shaved and had a new haircut, smelled the cologne he spritzed on him and how he made an effort with his outfit. You were wondering who exactly he wanted to impress.

When you arrived at the lounge, you immediately spotted your ex, getting cozy with a girl who looked way too young.

“Okay, showtime!” You announced, grabbing Jay’s hand, lacing your fingers with his. Jay seemed to be tense but you figured it was because he was a terrible liar. He was probably just afraid of being caught.

When your ex saw you approaching, he greeted you, shook Jay’s hand and escorted you both to his table.

You made sure to sit extremely close to Jay, always touching him. Your fingers were still laced together and you noticed Jay’s palm sweating.

Seductively, you leaned into him, whispering in his ear. “Relax! At this rate he’s going to find out we’re faking it!”

Jay locked eyes with you, smirking. You don’t know exactly what had gotten into you but you saw yourself slowly inching closer to Jay and casually pecking his lips. He looked shocked for a second but managed to hide it from your ex.

The evening went by fast and soon you bid your good night, claiming Jay had to get up early in the morning. Outside you welcomed the fresh air, while noticing Jay who stood slightly away from you, staring at you.

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No. We should do it again. This time for real!”

[nouies]

helloooo, lou! 💙

i have seen how much hate the creators in this fandom get. and i have been feeling really anxious to post whatever i had in mind. but there is first time for everything, huh?! 🥶

it's so nice to change a whole recipe to match your friend's preferences. and cook for her. it's like not a lot of people do it anymore, respecting others' wishes and decisions. 🗣️

have you been to other concerts? 🧞‍♂️

actually, the miscommunication was my fault. i reread your last reply and realized that you said "rule out". i didn't know the meaning of this phrase until now, so i checked it out and now i know what you meant. but do people go hiking/biking/etc on dates? i would never... 🐳

english is not my first language as well, and a lot of times the language barrier leads to miscommunication. but your english is amazing and i think you are great with words. 🦋

louis is such an awesome person. his interests and visions are really wonderful. it's so good you both have so many things in common. 🌀

okay, i have a funny story. when 1d formed as a band, i was eleven years old. my classmates were obsessed with them. so i was like "i won't be like the other girls" and i was showing disinterest every time someone was talking about them (but at the same time i was secretly blasting more than this. the only reason i love that song that much, was because of niall and louis' solos). and i listened to their songs occasionally on the music tv channels (their singles). and for the time the band was still touring and making albums, i just didn't vibe with them, and even think about them. when zayn left the bad, i read it somewhere and that was all. but when the next year mind of mine came out, i fell in love with his voice. so, all in all, i would say zayn. i have been listening to his music for years and i just have really soft spot for him in my heart. 🫐

my questions for the day: what is your favorite tv series? can you share one fun fact about you? 🖌️

hope you have a lovely day,

- your secret valentine 🦕

p.s. don't let the last emoji betray your vison for me, because in fact i'm quite short.

hi valentine!! 💓

listen, don’t think of any of that yet. there are horrible ppl around but i still believe there are some good ones left. i understand feeling anxious, trust me that i always feel that way whenever i’m posting something new, but don’t let the haters win. their goal is to stop us from creating so if we do stop, they’ll win, and they don’t deserve to win. if you truly feel uncomfortable sharing anything, then it’s fine too. at the end of the day, creating something in the fandom is supposed to be fun and if you’re not having fun, then it loses its purpose.

anyway. yes, we’ve been best friends for almost 13 years so i just want her to be happy and comfortable. :) and she does the same for me, like every time i visit her house, she makes sure to buy me tacos from the stand i like.

last year i only went to see Aurora and to the fest where Niall performed, this year i’m going to see a mexican artist called Yuridia and in june i’m seeing Louis. 🤧 have you been to concerts lately or are you planning on going to one soon?

no worries!! tbh i sometimes use verbs that i’m not sure abt but i’m too lazy to google lol but it’s fine. idk if there are ppl who go hiking but i’ve seen ppl who go skating ???

omg you’re way younger than me lol 1d came out when i was starting uni lol but your story is very cute, and tbh it’s very understandable bc i feel like as teenagers we either want to fit in or we want to be unique. at the end, i’m happy that you found someone who resonated more with you. Zayn is a great artist and he seems like such a sweet soul, i want to squeeze his cheeks lol

my favourite tv series is mindhunter, and i’m still sad we got only two seasons of it :( i love jonathan groff so much. idk what could be a fun fact abt me… like, i’m just thinking abt facts but idk if they’re any fun 😭 had to ask for some help but you probably know how much i love fics, and i when i write for a fic fest, i read the rest of the fics (which i thought it was the norm but apparently it isn’t), so my fun fact is that i read every blff fic the day it was posted, maybe with the exception of the 100k one bc it took me three days but the rest of them i read them on each day they were published. and now my brain is fried hdjdhdjdhd

thank you, valentine! i hope your day is awesome as well. 🤗 (and i’m quite short as well so we’re twinning!) <3

[mcytblrconfessions]

Need to get this off my chest. okay so in early 2020 I had some friends who were like really into the dream smp, and we had this bit where I pretended to hate it. I would also purposely know as little bit about it as possible, guess what smp could possibly stand for and purposely mix up the names of guys I knew just to get them riled up. It was the night of January something, I don’t remember when, but the lore that night was dream going to jail and that whole shebang. Something snapped in me and I texted a close friend. “ive been trying to convince them that the dsmp sucks….they won’t believe it unless its from the inside. I just don’t like it and there’s no way to convince them that it’s bad…unlesss…” my friend was like hm okay [name] but it was too late. I had committed. I threw myself in! The dream smp is very unapproachab… All the lore, everything, especially at that point in the timeline. My solution to that was to do everything. Every morning I would wake up about an hour before I had to log into online classes and spend the whole time watching dsmp animatics. Sadist, mother mother, derivikat, ycgma, I watched them all. It was confusing at first, sure, but every time I was confused about something I would check the wiki And go down a rabbit hole. to keep up with the lore as it happened I had the google doc. Then 80 pages long, it listed everything from the beginning. Last time I checked on it, it was more than 150. i made myself a twitch account and subscribed to every big name I could think of, and when I had a free moment I would tune into whatever stream was going on. There always was one. I distinctly remember the first one I ever watched, it was tommyinnit on a fetch quest to build the big innit hotel. I was intrigued. I should probably mention a few things, one being that I’d never really gotten into Minecraft as a game. I’d only played it a handfull of times and wasnt too familiar with the mechanics. The next one is that I kept up the ruse. Every time one of my friends brought up Wilbur soot or whoever else, I would fake anger. not all of it was fake. I was genuinely sick of hearing about these men. the real thing I was faking was not knowing what they were talking about. I felt conflicted, sometimes. Was i not just as bad as them? I reassured myself. No, my appreciation was ironic. I wasn’t obsessed, and was perfectly normal. This was just a bit. A prank. I was just committed. Over the course of a few week (me doing the above every day!) I formed my own opinions on the characters, even favs. I wouldn’t call them comfort characters, but there was something familiar about sitting down at the end of a long school day to watch a compilation of ghostbur clips, or that same american pie animatic that I assured myself i only liked because of the song. i was in deep, and it began to show. My friend was on mcyt twt, and I got an idea, a prank within a prank if you will. I made a fake Wilbur soot stan account to follow her and become mutuals, but she realized within a few minute. subtlety has never been my strong suit. was she suspicious, even then? she would watch streams while on FaceTime with me, and I would make fun while secretly trying to hear what was going on. i felt like I was unraveling. my friends would make jokes that I shouldn’t have been able to understand, and I would struggle not to laugh or even join in. Do you remember the origin friend who I had told my plan? i think she knew something was up, by how often I would chat with her about things. it’s said that parasocial relationships can be negative, and I guess that’s what I had with dream. the whole gang, really. At the same time, it was more. from the beginning I hadn’t just watched lore bits, it had been out of character bits too. I just was too lazy to filter my experience. It would be the occasional tommy vlog, or just an animated interaction between cc’s. It was enough, though. I knew these people and this lore better than many a person who would consider themself a fan, and I wasn’t too happy about it. Something needed to give. I proposed

to my friends, as subtly as I could. ”Why not have a PowerPoint night?” By this point, a month and a half or maybe two had passed since I started this whole cursed project. I just wanted to rid myself of it. I quickly pulled together a powerpoint on why I hated the dsmp, complete with evidence and everything. it was funny, but hardly worth it. As I typed, I realized something horrifying. I knew too much. the bit wasn’t funny anymore. when I wrote out two paragraphs about not liking technoblade character, my friends werent the punchline, I was. I quickly deleted. I put the barebones of learning about the dreams smp without them knowing, but nothing too revealing. They had to know, but not too much. powerpoint night, I had a pounding headache. My best friend was late, I didn’t know where she was. I couldn’t give the PowerPoint without her. I had been hyping everyone up about some mind blowing slideshow for weeks, and i was the last to go. I ended up giving it without my best friend, who I had been lying to. I stumbled on my words, I could barely get through without laughing. Or was it choking? The laughing was uproarious; was it at me? My friend came, and I had to start over. She giggled. I went to bed to the deepest sleep of my life. From there, things started to heal. I could finally make those jokes I was talking about, as long as i didn’t let too much slip. I slowly waned off the animatics, though far later than I’d like to admit. My friends‘ interest died off, and we moved on to other things.( Last I remember keeping up with the lore, technoblade was in jail.) I think things are better now, but I still think about that period freuquentl, even with a little nostalgia. I know years from now I will consider that phase an important part of my growth during this year, even if I can’t tell anyone else. And that’s what really kills me. I can’t let anyone know. My friend who knew since the beginning, I think she suspected. But well, none of them will every know how deeply and truly I became an mcyt stan.

i thought tumblr had a character limit for asks.

[babyboibucky]

Welcome to Bee’s Sin City!

❣️ I don’t do tag lists but if you would like to be updated, please follow and turn on post notifs for my side blog @babyboibuckywrites​ where I just reblog my new fics. 🥰

❣️ I mainly write for Bucky Barnes, Marc Spector, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley but would occasionally write for other characters as well.

❣️ I do not accept requests but feel free to drop some headcanons or drabbles in my ask! I tend to turn them into full-length fics if the ideas are right up my alley.

❣️ Please DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE, OR TRANSLATE my works on any platform with or without my permission.

❣️ Find my fic-related tagging system HERE. This is to help everyone avoid spoilers about my works, especially when I’m on a roll reblogging reacts and responding to asks.

🔞 I write a lot of smut and I am horny on main so obviously, this is an 18+ blog. MINORS NOT ALLOWED!

CHALLENGES, SLEEPOVERS, etc.

KINKTOBER SLUT FEST

3K AU CHALLENGE

TUMBLRVERSARY ONE-LINERS

FIC RECS

SERIES

Chapters are individually rated

COMPLETE

The Match

[CEO!Bucky x Reader] You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

Devil’s Mark

[Dark!Rockstar!Bucky x Reader] You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.

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ONGOING

Project V

[College!Bucky x Reader] You ask your best friend Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Breaking Waves

[Surfer!Bucky x Reader] You go on a summer vacation that will change your entire life.

Flutter

[Destroyer!Chris x Reader] Chris liked pushing your buttons to see how an innocent one like you would react.

Don’t Be A Stranger

[Bucky x Reader x Marc Spector] Your rough night takes an interesting turn when you meet an old friend and a stranger.

ONE-SHOTS/MINI-SERIES

Those marked with an asterisk are NSFW

BUCKY BARNES

Obvious

You and Bucky are more than friends but less than lovers.

Do It Again*

In which Bucky makes you squirt for the first time.

Elevate Thy Hate

Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

Deserve Better || Undeserving || Deserve The Best

Bucky disappeared and came back only to say goodbye.

Promises, promises

You believed that promises are meant to be broken but Bucky always proved you wrong. Until one day, he proved you right.

Charm || Charming

Bucky checks whether he still has his 1940′s charm

Salt, Sugar and Viruses

You’ve been secretly making coffee for Bucky at the office.

White Noise

Bucky has a new neighbor and she’s even grumpier than him.

All Yours*

Bucky threatens Zemo right in front of you.

Easy Love*

Bucky helps you cope with a terrible day with his love.

Greedy*

Bucky wants to try something new with you.

Featherlight

Bucky is blinded by his insecurities and fails to see how in love you are with him.

Coming Home

Bucky is finally home.

Nasty*

You discover that Bucky, a black shirt and a wrist watch is a dangerous combination.

Kiss Me Goodnight

Your anxiety has nothing against Bucky and his warm embrace.

Angel on Her Knees*

You give Bucky the TLC he deserves.

Our Space

You and Bucky move into your new home.

Birthday Tiara*

You weren’t enjoying your birthday until Bucky comes along.

Like Nicotine

You and Bucky broke up but he keeps on crawling back to you.

Pretty Boy*

You’ve been away for two days and Bucky broke your only rule.

Don’t You Worry (Your Pretty Little Head)

You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

Those Days*

You find it hard to love yourself sometimes.

Blue Hour

You don’t care for sunrises or sunsets.

Make or Break

You have a specific set of rules when it comes to your casual relationships.

What Daddy Wants*

You want to swim but Bucky wants to do something else.

Unfair

You experience what it’s like to fall in love with Bucky.

Rum and Coke*

You decide to pay your rival club a visit to see what the hype is all about.

Anger That Loves

You help Bucky understand his anger.

The L Word

You love Bucky but not enough to commit.

At Your Service*

Bucky missed you. A whole lot.

Like This* || Like That*

Bucky shows you how he wants it done.

After All

Bucky used to hate a lot of things.

Lucid* || Grounded

You find it hard to move on from Bucky after the break-up.

Checkmate* || Two Kings and a Queen*

Bucky convinces you that you’ve been serving the wrong king the entire time.

Tomorrow’s Alright

Sometimes all you need is someone to tell you that everything will be okay.

To Be Loved

What is it like to love Bucky Barnes?

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MARC SPECTOR/STEVEN GRANT/JAKE LOCKLEY

Bad Knight, Good Knight*

Give Marc a certain look and he’ll give you his all. In the condition that you’re gonna be good.

Heartsease

Steven provides you solace in a world full of chaos.

First Time’s A Charm*

Steven’s about to lose his virginity to you.

An Avatar For An Avatar*

You and Marc are both Khonshu’s avatars.

Tag Team*

Marc teaches you a lesson about control with the help of Steven and Jake.

What You Want*

Marc doesn’t like the idea of sharing you. Not even with Steven.

La Douleur Exquise*

The exquisite, heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

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LLOYD HANSEN

Collateral*

Lloyd has taken you hostage.

In Heat*

You’re absolutely desperate for Lloyd Hansen.

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OTHER CHARACTERS

Should’ve Known Better* - Endings Beginnings!Frank

You should have known better than to sleep with a friend.

Kinda Like It When You Lie* - Destroyer!Chris

You discover the reason why Chris has been lying to you about his whereabouts.

Take What You Need* - Frank Castle

You let Frank use you to his advantage.

[thirstyforlulu]

Yandere Hellsing x Reader HCs? Including Millennium

Integra:

She’s a very possessive yandere

With her money and power, she has the means to get her hands on you

She’s good at playing cool, you won’t catch on for a while

Sure you notice that she never sends you on missions and that she’s always having you work near her office, but that’s just her being a good friend

When she decides to approach you romantically, she’s very forward

Around you she’s a touch starved animal, unlike her usual put together appearance

If you deny her feelings or try to run, get ready because she’s not giving up that easily

She’ll pull whatever strings she has to in order to find you

She’ll spend thousands bribing people or tracking you

Once she knows where you are, she’ll send Alucard to collect you

When she has you she’s very loving

She’ll want to constantly be touching you in some way

Usually that means sitting beside her while she works at her desk

As long as you’re good, she’ll let you wander the entirety of the manor

Since you tried to run she’s added all sorts of security measures so you can’t get out

Act up though and she will chain you to the wall in her office

“Y/N, your behavior has been deplorable lately and needs correcting.

Don’t give me those sad eyes, this is all your fault.”

Walter:

He’s a sneaky yandere

Very observant, he’ll learn your patterns and preferences

At the start he’ll leave you gifts like your favorite food or pretty flowers

He uses it as an excuse to get closer to you

He’s always offering to do favors for you, secretly lowering your defenses around him

He’s not the type to take anything from you but he will take the time to appreciate them

If you let him clean your room he’ll likely pause to sniff some clothes

You notice how much he knows about you but you just think he’s very observant

You don’t realize it’s due to his obsession

He’s the type to take more precautions

If you deny his advances he’ll lock you up somewhere, probably his room

He’ll get chains and a cage if necessary

If you really act up, he’ll lock you in the basement

The way you cling to him in fear after spending all night in the dark is addictive

His wires are always nearby

If you try to run you’ll only get a few steps out the door before the wires wrap you up and pull you back

He does his best not to hurt you, but if you struggle too much, a few cuts are inevitable

Seras:

She’s a very clingy yandere

She’ll want you on every mission she goes on

When you have free time she’ll take you out into the area nearby for some quality time

If you ever push her away, she gets angry

She’ll pout like a child then force her way into whatever it is you’re doing

At the time, she’ll act like it’s just a coincidence and you might even believe her

You’re not getting rid of her so easily

She’s also a very sweet yandere

If she feels she’s hurt your feelings she’ll go out of her way to get you presents or treat you nicely

Until you say you forgive her, she won’t stop pampering you

No one else is allowed near you, not even Integra

She’ll make excuses and do whatever it takes to keep you to herself

She would never kidnap you or lock you up because she hates to see you sad, but her “loving” behavior will be a trap in itself

Don’t forget that despite how cute she is, she’s still a powerful monster that can and will do what it takes to keep you

If that means making you one of her familiars then so be it

Alucard:

He’s a terrifying yandere

He can control you and the people around you, holding you captive

You’re not a stupid person, you know how easily he could end your life, so you tend to let it all happen

On the plus side, he’s very passionate and often brings you gifts

He’s such a smooth talker you’ll end up forgetting the terrifying threats he’s made in the past

Anyone who flirts with you will mysteriously disappear

Anyone who hurts you will turn up days later torn to shreds in a ditch

He would never do anything to hurt you, but that doesn’t stop him from making threats

“I could tear you apart just like that man from last week. I would love to hear your moans of anguish, but I’d prefer moans of pleasure.”

When you act out he manhandles you

He’ll press you against a wall and bite your neck to remind you of your place

He enjoys when you become complicit, but he likes when you’re occasionally act out

It gives him an excuse to punish you, which he always loves

After that, you’ll think twice before disobeying him

Millenium:

Jan:

Bro this man is already wild

When he sets his sights on you it’s go time

He won’t let anyone else near you or get to know you, not even his brother

He’ll threaten people, meeting them after work for overstepping their boundaries

He’s very touchy, like he’s trying to leave his scent all over you

Out in public, he’ll hang on you, showing others that you’re already taken

He’ll growl at people that look at you too long when passing by

He flicks a lot of people off, all the time but more so when he’s around you

He’s paranoid and doesn’t like anyone else around you, even friends

Clearly he’s a fan of body modification so if he can convince you he’ll want to get some kind of matching piercing/tattoo

If you get it, he’ll pay special attention to it any time you cuddle, running his fingers over it countless times

He can be very intense so he might yell at you, but when he sees the hurt look in your eyes he backs off

In his own weird way, he loves you and doesn’t want to see you hurting

But if he has to hurt you to keep you then so be it

Luke:

He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is

He tries to play it cool, but if someone tries to touch you he will blatantly smack their hand away

Always has an excuse to be around you and if he doesn’t, he’ll find one

He’s not as touchy as Jan, but he does like to hold your hand

You’ll feel his pinky brush against you before his hand completely envelops yours

His grip tightens when he sees you looking at others

Your attention is something he so desperately craves

He gives you every moment of his time and he wants you to do the same

If you’re ever in danger he’s there before anyone else even knows

It helps that he was already watching you

Be ready to compensate him

At first he’s just worried about you, but then once he knows you’re alright, he’ll start making demands

“You owe me for coming to your rescue dear. Or would you like me to toss you back? Maybe then you’ll beg me in such a cute way.”

Rip:

She does not care what other people think

She’ll ruin relationships to get closer to you

She’ll endanger her own job if it keeps you two apart

Doing favors is how she gets closer to you

Anytime you need something she’s there and ready to go

She’d leave in the middle of a mission if she hears you need help

Anyone causing you problems will be slaughtered and presented to you as a gift

“See y/n, I took off their heads just for you.”

She can get very aggressive especially if she thinks you’re denying her advances

She won’t hurt you, beyond a little pinch or so, but she’ll make threats

She’s very sadistic and would be willing to lock you up

Having you as a pet is actually an attractive idea to her

She’ll take good care of you wherever you’re locked up, but she won’t allow many freedoms

“Look at my pretty pet. How lucky am I.”

The Captain:

He’s like a pet, always following you around

He’ll growl at people he doesn’t like around you

His arms are always around you, keeping you close

No one else is allowed to tend to you after missions

When he’s patching you up, he’ll run his hands along your arms and legs, lovingly caressing your limbs

He’ll use that as an excuse to stay around you

Popping in to “check on you” at all hours

You won’t even know he’s come in until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed

He’s the type the would sit there for a moment watching you breathe

If he can, he’ll try to get you to be his assistant

If he can convince the higher ups that he needs one, he’ll do whatever he can

Then he’ll be around you even when he works and will be able to protect you

No one on the battlefield will be able to even get close to you

He’ll ignore his own tasks to protect you

He’s extremely loyal and obsessive

The Doctor

Oh man it is terrifying when he has his eye on someone

He views it like just another experiment, wanting to test and push you

He’ll have you coming to him for “examinations” all the time

He’d likely put a bug on you

Suddenly he knows things you don’t remember telling him, but you can’t prove anything

People you like start disappearing, people you had no idea he knew about

If he suspects you’re starting to catch on and trying to get away, he’ll start drugging you

Then you’ll have to come to him if you’re going to get better

While he’s treating you, he’ll trick you mentally manipulating you to grow closer to him

You’re going to think so highly of him, forgetting all the red flags you’d seen before

He is absolutely a gas lighter but he’s damn good at it

Even if you have experience with this stuff you won’t pick up on it

It’s a game of cat and mouse with him

The Major

He is not subtle and does not care

Your needs or emotions don’t matter to him

If you don’t respond well to his advances he will make terrible threats

If that doesn’t work he’ll take it a step further, allowing the ghouls to get close to taking a bite out of you

Torture is the next step

He doesn’t care about your mood, he has to have you

“Y/N, why do you fight so hard when you know I’m just going to hurt you again?”

He’ll want to do most of it by hand, but if he needs to he will get the others involved

“Would you like me to make a spectacle out of you? I think the others would enjoy that.”

Behave and he won’t hurt you

If he gets mad enough he’ll remove your arms and legs

You’ll become his good little doll, always on display for him

Like a bird in a cage, you’re his favorite display item

[dollslayer]

By Its Cover

Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x Shy!Reader, College AU

Summary: Your late nights at the university library spark a chain of events. Will they lead to your undoing? To anyone else's?

W/C: 8,890 (oops, sorry)

Warnings: DARK themes, NO MINORS, stalking, murder, minor character death, smut, angst, unprotected sex, oral sex, alcohol consumption, swearing

A/N: FINALLY, I wrote this for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's 2 Years of Darkness challenge! This fic kicked my ass but after some months I'm so excited about it! This is my first truly dark fic so please don't read if any of these topics upset you but I do want to make a note that the sex is consensual. If I missed any warnings please DM me immediately and I will add them. Reblog/comment if you liked it! Maybe even check out some of my other fics 👀 Cheers!

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You stumbled slightly on the uneven pavement as you made the final steps towards the graduate school library. It was always so much quieter than the undergrad library and at this hour there’d be a good chance it was just you and the poor person stuck working the overnight help desk. You didn’t mind that though, you were never an overly sociable person and you preferred to work alone anyways.

You swiped your student ID through the sensor and the little green light granted you entry as you opened the door. Looking around there wasn’t even someone at the desk, just the sound of the always-on A/C rattling the leaves of the fake plants in the lobby.

You moved to put your ID away when it slipped from your fingers and plapped onto the floor, your own face staring back up to you from the plastic. You sighed and swung your bag further back over your shoulder as you bent to pick it up when a pair of legs edged their way into your vision. Caught off guard by the man attached to them, you watched him bend to pick up the piece of plastic.

You both straightened back up to your full heights and you found yourself looking up at him. He had clear blue eyes and sandy blond hair that was swept back. He looked like he could be a model, he was so handsome and you felt like a deer in headlights.

You realized that he had your ID in his hand and was waiting patiently for you to take it. You smiled awkwardly and took it from him. He looked back to your card and read your name out loud and snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you” you said more in surprise than gratitude “Sorry, I just, I could’ve sworn no one was here you came out of nowhere” You laughed nervously, hoping to hide your embarrassment. You were never good with talking to people and once a situation got awkward you just got yourself deeper in it.

“I was just coming around the corner when I noticed you dropped your ID. I actually work the late shift at the desk. Serves me right for applying last minute for work through the university, right?” He asked with a small laugh.

“Late night cram session? You look like your back’s about to snap from holding all those books” He pointed to your bag, the stitches of it’s straps were frayed and had been sewn over a couple of times.

“Yeah, I like coming here late, hardly anyone’s here, I don’t have to deal with people and I can just focus” You explained

“Right, well, sorry to keep you. If you need anything I’m Steve, and I’ll be bored out of my mind at the desk” he smirked and walked back towards reception.

You turned down the hall and thought how strange it was that you’d never seen him here before. It was the middle of the semester so he couldn’t have just started but you were in here all the time and you’d never run into him once. You brushed the thought off and continued on your way.

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Over the next few weeks you and Steve developed a routine. You’d come in around 10 or 11, you’d stop at the desk and chat a bit and then you’d head up to your spot on the second floor to study. Occasionally Steve would see you when he returned books and you’d joke around a bit before he’d leave you to your work. You were building a good rapport with each other and he was pleased.

Sometimes he’d been too shy to approach you. It made him feel like the scrawny, helpless kid he was before the growth spurt. Beautiful girls like you never looked twice at him but he knows that you’re different, he knows that if you had met him then that you’d never treat him like those girls did. He knows that in time you two could really have something special.

Steve understood that building a relationship with you would take time and balance. He didn’t want to seem too eager but ever since he saw you he knew he’d do anything to just talk to you.

It started some months ago when he was visiting Bucky on campus. They had been hanging out in the quad right by a group of buildings when you tripped on the pavement and your books fell at his feet. He helped you up and even collected your books for you but you were too flustered and embarrassed to meet his eye. You eked out a thank you and scurried into the graduate library.

That moment sparked a blooming obsession within him. The following night he was still in town but he went out without Bucky and staked out where he’d been the previous night and watched you go to the library at the same time you had. The next two nights he did this and quickly pieced together your nightly routine.

Within a month's time he was set to transfer for the next semester and when he did he got a job working night shifts at the library. Bucky had asked him why on Earth he’d want that and Steve had shrugged him off, claiming that he wanted to be paid and didn’t want to deal with anyone. Seemed like a good enough reason to anyone else.

And so that’s how Steve found himself invading your personal space to hand you your ID. He enjoyed the way you trembled slightly in surprise. You looked so small next to him, looking up at him. He nearly forgot what he was going to say, feeling suddenly shy himself. You were so close to him and you were just as beautiful as he remembered.

Take it slow, he reminded himself.

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Your apartment door slammed behind you as you stormed out of the building. You left in only what you were wearing which was a light hoodie and some leggings. You had thought to grab your book bag before you left and it kept knocking into your side with each angry step you took. Tears streaked your face but you tried your best to brush them off and continued on your brisk walk to the library.

You and your boyfriend had gotten into a fight and things got heated pretty fast, they always did with Sean. You had confronted Sean about being gone so often and so late, you’d missed him and wanted to spend time with you. That’s when he started getting defensive and turning your late nights at the library right around on you.

Things escalated to shouting and Sean had gotten so angry that he’d knocked over a pile of your books from the table. It had scared you and that’s when you left. You knew that you’d be getting nowhere with him when he was so angry. You wanted to be alone and needed a distraction so you grabbed your bag and headed for the library.

You secretly hoped Steve was working, it’d be nice to see a friendly face. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the tiniest crush on him. He’s handsome and funny and kind and he always knows when to give you space. You wish you’d met him at a different point in your life, you could really see yourself with him in another timeline. Maybe it was just easier to think that having just had a fight with Sean.

You swiped your card and waited patiently for the door to open. You could tell Steve had already spotted you and was looking at you as you passed through the glass doors. He was smiling his same boyish charm smile that made you feel even shier than you already were. You must’ve looked a mess but it was comforting to see him there waiting for you.

“There she is,” Steve said with a smile as he got up from his chair to greet you. His face immediately fell though as he took in the tracks of your tears and your puffy eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Steve looked upset and angry for you. You were touched, but you’d rather leave it.

“I’d rather not talk about it, if it’s okay. It’s nice to see you though, Steve. How’s your night?”

Steve’s jaw ticked but he swallowed and nodded and you were grateful he didn’t push it further.

“Uneventful as usual, it’s good to see you too, doll.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the nickname. If you were on better terms with Sean you’d feel bad but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do anything but giggle.

You said your goodbye to Steve and made your way to the second floor to study.

Hours passed and you had your nose buried in a book when you felt a sudden presence. You looked up slowly behind you and shrieked when you found Steve just inches from you. He held his hands out defensively and tried to catch your breathing.

“Steve, oh my God, I didn’t see you there, you scared me!” You laughed as you caught your breath.

“Yeah, sorry, I uh, have a habit of doing that.” He said as he ducked his head sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. Was he blushing? Why did he look nervous?

“I, um. I was uh, I was hoping to maybe ah, ask you something, actually.” Steve swallowed thickly. He is nervous. You smiled at him and motioned for him to go on.

“I was thinking… maybe, when you’re free if um, would you maybe want to go to dinner? With me?” He stammered out.

You smiled and felt heat flood your cheeks all over again, Steve was gorgeous and you were flattered that someone like him would want to go out with you. Just as quickly as that flattery came dread had instantly replaced it. You had a boyfriend, you couldn’t do that to Sean. Oh God, now I have to turn him down. What if he hates me?

“Wow… I uh, Steve,” you started, “I’m. You’re so sweet, I don’t know what to say. But, I have a boyfriend, I’m really sorry”

“But- but don’t think I wouldn’t say yes, if I could. You’re such a nice guy and I’m really happy for our friendship. I hope this doesn’t make things weird between us, I’m. I’m sorry,” You quickly led up with. You felt so awkward and bad that you had to turn him down.

Steve’s jaw ticked and he looked away. A blush of embarrassment had made its way up his neck and into his cheeks. His fists clenched at his sides and he took a deep breath.

“It’s… It’s fine, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I don’t want things to be weird between us either. You know what? Why don’t we just forget the whole thing? Sorry again.” He finished with a tight lipped smile

You sent an uneasy smile back and nodded.

“Of course, no damage done, Steve.”

With that he left you and you went back to your book. You tried not to overthink the entire situation but couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable.

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“Boyfriend” the word echoed in his head on a never ending loop with deafening reverb. He nodded curtly at you and smiled. You had your awkward exchange of apologies and excuses. Wordlessly, he made his way back to the information desk. He felt angry but also humiliated, he had spent at least a week building himself up to say something to you and you just turned him down so wholly?

He saw the way you looked at him, the way you laughed at his jokes. Steve knew that he meant more to you than you were letting on. There was attraction there, you were just in denial because you had a boyfriend.

Who even was this schmuck? You couldn’t have liked him that much because if you did then you would’ve mentioned him before but you hadn’t. If you really loved your boyfriend then you wouldn’t have smiled at Steve the way you did or stopped to say hello every night. He needed to see for himself whom exactly it was that was so undeserving of your attention.

Steve checked the cameras and saw that you were packing up your things. He had maybe a few minutes to gather his own things and wait for you. There was someone else coming to cover the library in 20 minutes, it would be fine if he left it alone until then. He decided to make himself scarce from the desk so you wouldn’t have to see him again before you left and you wouldn’t notice he’d be following you.

Waiting for the sound of the double doors to click shut he turned the corner and waited for just a minute. He slunk down the mainways of campus towards the student apartments and stopped just 20 yards away from you up against a wall. You looked so cold all alone in the dark as you buzzed in one of the numbers.

“1B, what the fuck could you possibly want at this hour?” a gruff voice answered over the comm.

“Baby, it’s me, sorry I forgot my keys but you weren’t responding to my texts so” You trailed off as you shivered in the night. No reply came, just the buzzer sounding off. You hurried inside and Steve tried his best to scope out external windows.

Finally the light came on in one of them and to his luck the blinds were mostly open. Through the vertical slats he could make out your entrance and an impeding figure from the hall. It was him, the boyfriend. The guy that was apparently so much better than Steve.

He saw your body language was tense and you opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word in, your boyfriend was grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you. You looked surprised maybe, but you just let him grab you like that. You just fucking let him.

He watched from his spot against a pillar from the building across the walkway. He clenched his jaw and tried to control his breathing watching this guy, this boy manhandle you like you weren’t something special, something precious. He was disgusted but he couldn’t look away as your clothes were shirked off and you two fucked right there on the couch.

He couldn’t bring himself to watch anymore and stormed off. As he walked back to his place a plan began to form in the back of his mind.

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Things with Sean were smoothed over. You didn’t really talk, so much as he just fucked you before you could even talk about it. He had kissed you on the cheek after and said he was sorry. So you figured that he was. You didn’t really feel like pushing it anyways.

You made for the library once again, anticipating a long night ahead of you with midterms around the corner.

You let out a shriek as you realized someone was standing over you. Steve was hovering right above you, looking even taller than he already was. You pushed your chair back to get some distance between yourself and him while you caught your breath from the momentary scare.

“Steve, I uh, sorry I didn’t hear you coming, again.”

He leaned himself against the edge of the table and crossed his arms. How had you not realized he was so muscular before? You flushed and scolded yourself for thinking about him like that. You had a boyfriend and Steve was just the nice guy at the library.

He ducked his head shyly and waved your apology off.

“Sorry, guess I’m just sneaky.” He chuckled in amusement but the feeling wasn’t mutual, “I was just up here returning some books when I realized I missed you coming in, thought I’d come say hi.”

“Right,” you replied, “Guess we just missed each other. How’s the desk tonight?”

“Bored to tears as usual, just glad you’re here tonight”

Steve winked at you and you felt your cheeks get hot again and you looked away with a small laugh.

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?”

“Ah that’s not true.” He paused, “I get nervous all the time around pretty girls like you”

You were really in it now. Your cheeks heated instantly and you had to look away from him again. For someone that just got rejected he doesn’t stay down for long. How the hell were you going to talk your way out of this one? He knows you have a boyfriend, why would he say that?

“Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.” Oh, thank God.

He begins to walk back to his cart before spinning on his heel one last time.

“Hey, I forgot to ask. You’re pretty good with art history, right?”

You nod cautiously, afraid that you know where this is going.

“Well, as of right now I’ve got a C. I was wondering if you’d be willing to meet on one of my nights off here and help me out?”

“O-oh. Yeah, of course. No problem. I’m sure Sean wouldn’t mind.”

You were too nice for your own good, saying yes before really thinking it all through. You only realized you had after the words left your mouth so you mentioned Sean to save yourself a bit.

Steve’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled at you.

“Awesome, you’re the best. Maybe we can get together at that cafe on 3rd next Tuesday around noon?”

“Of course, I’ll be there” You confirm.

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Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough for Steve. He didn’t need any help in art history, he was averaging about an 87, actually. But when you turned him down he knew he had to find another way to get closer to you and he knew that you’d say yes out of pressure.

All in all things were going pretty well for Steve. Despite your shy nature he’d managed to get closer to you much quicker than he expected. He loved watching you get flustered whenever he was close, finding it hard not to get flustered himself. He was impatient for things to move forward but he knew it would all pan out. There was only one wrench in the plan; your boyfriend Sean.

The other night when Steve had followed you home and witnessed Sean manhandle you in your apartment he began thinking of how to remove him from the picture. Steve did his research on Sean and found it suspicious he couldn’t find anything on him. Usually after a little digging you can find something off about anyone, but not him. Steve knew it would take a little more effort, but for you he’d make it.

So that’s how Steve wound up spending his night off in the corner of the dive bar that was just off campus. Off campus enough that you’d need to drive there. He had tailed Sean’s Jeep there after his club soccer game in hopes of finding something he could actually use to justify getting rid of him for you. He groused as he pulled into the parking garage across the street and pocketed his parking stub. He waited a few beats and watched Sean leave his car.

He slinked in the door and grabbed a dimly lit corner booth. The residue of whatever cleaner this place used was causing his forearms to stick to the table at his booth and the air stunk of vape smoke. He was surrounded by other 20-somethings, awkward Tinder hookups and frat bros meeting up to blow off steam.

On the opposite side of the room he spotted Sean, watched him as he approached the bar for another pint. He’d followed him here in hopes of getting some sort of information on him that he could use. After an hour of nursing one beer and absolutely nothing happening with Sean Steve had been ready to give up.

Just as he was getting ready to down the rest of his drink the door had opened and in walked a girl around his age. She looked nervous but excited as she looked around the place. She nearly squealed as she rushed over when she found who she was looking for. A smile slowly crawled across Steve’s face as the girl rushed into Sean’s arms and embraced him with a kiss. This is exactly what Steve needed to get him out of the picture.

Steve discreetly took out his phone and snapped a few photos, even got a video of them kissing again. He figured this would be enough to blackmail Sean into leaving you. Getting what he needed, he grabbed his jacket and left the bar. He felt light as a feather walking home, his plan was finally setting into motion and it wouldn’t be long until you were together.

Tuesday had finally come and Steve’s good mood only carried over. He practically skipped to the coffee shop you two had agreed to meet at. He grabbed a table and waited for you. When he saw you open the door he was grinning ear to ear but his expression quickly changed taking in your appearance. You looked exhausted, like you’d been crying again. This wouldn’t do.

“What’s wrong? Is it your boyfriend again?” Steve asked.

You nodded silently and set down your bag with a huff.

“He’s just been out really late lately, I feel like he’s never home. Then again I’m always out late.”

“Well I’m glad you’re a night owl, otherwise we wouldn’t have met” Steve tried to turn the conversation back to them and to keep it positive.

“I guess you’re right. You didn’t order anything?” You frowned, noticing his empty hands.

“I was waiting for you, it’s my treat.” You opened your mouth to protest but Steve was quick to add, “Don’t even try to argue with me on this one.”

You sighed but ultimately relented, following him to the counter. He let you order first.

“Um, just a small hot chocolate please, thank you so much”

Steve thought it was cute that you didn’t drink caffeine, he knew hot chocolate was your drink of choice. He knew this of course from hours of pouring over every profile of yours he could find on the internet. He even found your tumblr you were just sure nobody knew about. Turns out you’ve got quite the dirty mind. But that was a thought for another day. Steve turned back to the counter and ordered black coffee and paid the bill.

With drinks in hand you made your way back to your table and settled in for an afternoon of art history. It went smoothly overall and Steve even got you to laugh a few times. He’d perfectly played his balance of pretending not to know about the subject while seeming to be learning what you were teaching. He could tell you felt proud of yourself for accomplishing something and he was happy he could make you feel that way. He was sure he was the only one that could.

You called it a day and said your goodbyes, you went in for an awkward hug which Steve accepted wholeheartedly. He’d even managed to finally snag your number so you two could work out more study times. Maybe you were coming around much easier than he anticipated. He smiled to himself and on the walk home began to devise a plan to get rid of Sean. It’d only be a matter of days if everything went accordingly.

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You were basking in the rare day off, taking every moment to enjoy doing absolutely nothing. You’d felt drained lately from your class workload, late nights at the library, and your elevating fights with Sean. He was at work today followed by an evening class so you had uninterrupted alone time. Around 10pm it took every ounce of your free will to get off the couch and get the mail.

You milled over to your box and jammed the key in. Pulling the mail out your head titled in curiosity at the large unmarked manila folder. No return address written, only yours but there was nothing indicating whether it was for you or Sean. You’d open it when you got back upstairs.

Finally back to your spot on the couch your fingers slowly undid the folder’s metal clasp and you reached inside for its contents. Out came several photos and a hastily written note. You held the grainy photos closer to your face to make out what they were. When you did your heart plummeted and you went into emotional shock.

Though the photos were grainy it was very clear what they were of. Shots of Sean and some mystery brunette making out in a bar. Sean with his arm around her waist, Sean with his hand on her ass. All the photos were timestamped for only a few days ago when he claimed his soccer game was running late. You dropped them instantly and they scattered to the floor.

Your heart was hammering in your ears, you didn’t know what to think. Sean was the only boyfriend you’d ever really had, Sean loved you, you loved him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered there was a note. You searched for it and tried to read it through the tears that were beginning to blur your vision.

‘I know what you did. You tell her or I will. You have three days’

You didn’t recognize the handwriting. Who would send this? Why would they send it? You and Sean didn’t have many friends and you couldn’t picture them doing this. Maybe this is some prank? Maybe the timestamp is wrong and this is before you were together.

Sean was all you’d ever known and you shared an apartment, it’s not like you’d have anywhere to go or anyone to turn to. Should you confront him with these? It’s not like you two were exactly good at solving your problems. Would he leave you if you showed him these? What then?

Your mind was spinning, unsure of what to do with this new information. Maybe you could keep quiet about this, try to spend some more time with Sean, make him see what the two of you have. Maybe you can ask him to be home more, maybe you could be home more too.

You took a deep breath and wiped your tears before you gathered the photos and put them back into the envelope. You decided you’d hold onto them for now, tucking them away in your drawer of the dresser. Deciding you’d just work yourself up if you stayed up you shot Sean a text goodnight and went to bed.

Morning came and he was snuggled into your side, the comfort you felt had you feeling like everything might be okay for a moment. You stayed in bed just a little longer and turned so he could hold you in his arms. Your heart felt so unsure and scared, but you didn’t know what else you could do.

The week passed by and you decided to shift more of your energy towards your relationship with Sean, pushing your nights at the library to the backburner. You still hadn’t told him about the envelope but you did tell him you missed him and wished he was home more. He relented and was home four nights this week instead of his usual two.

The time together was uncomfortable but you kept telling yourself that things were getting a little better over time, even if your studies were suffering for it. As the week went on you were able to suppress your doubts about your relationship a bit more. Sean loved you and you loved him.

You couldn’t ignore the oncoming threat of midterms forever, though. The last thing you wanted was to be alone because you knew that your thoughts would just spiral but you needed to do well this semester so you grabbed your bag and headed out.

You swipe through the doors, almost looking forward to seeing Steve. You’d blown off your study session with a profuse apology so you could be with Sean. You were eager to apologize in person but found the reference desk to be completely abandoned. You frowned, maybe Steve was putting away books or something. You’d see him eventually though, for now you had an essay to write.

Hours could have gone by and you wouldn’t have known. You were getting so much done though, it felt good to be focused on something other than your own thoughts.

“Where’ve you been?”

You jump in your seat. You turn around to find Steve emerging from the shelves that were just out of your view. He wore a neutral expression but you could cut the tension with a knife. He stepped forward and you debated on what to say.

“Sorry, I had to cancel with you this week. How are you getting along?”

“Nothing another tutoring session couldn’t fix, I’m sure. Were you sick? I feel like you haven’t been here in forever. The nights get awful lonely without ya here”

Why did Steve keep making statements like that when he knew you had a boyfriend? It was driving you insane and getting harder to ignore them.

“Um, no, I was with Sean, actually. But y’know, can’t avoid midterms forever” You gave a half-hearted laugh hoping to lighten things up.

Steve’s neutral expression is slipping, but you can’t tell if he’s angry or not. But his face broke out into a small smile, putting you at ease instantly. He clapped you on the shoulder and took a step back.

“Yeah, guess you’re right. We still on for Tuesday?”

You gave him an easy smile and nodded.

“I’ll be counting the days” With that Steve disappeared back between the shelves.

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The moment Steve placed the envelope in the mail he felt a confidence he hadn’t felt before. All he had to do was wait for you to open the envelope and everything would take its course. He knew Sean was at work and you’d be the one to get the mail that day. From his spot he’d peered in your windows all those weeks ago he watched you open the photos. You dropped them to the ground and held a hand to your mouth to cover what looked like a sob. Steve smiled to himself, now all you had to do was leave him.

The week went on and Steve figured you might need a little time to break it off and he’d be there at the library, waiting to comfort you. It’s not like you had any other friends in your life to turn to. But then you cancelled your study session with no explanation. Steve figured maybe you were still in shock, needed to cry it out alone. Then two days turned to four turned to seven.

Steve was confused, he was infuriated even. Why hadn’t you come to the library yet? Why hadn’t you texted him? There’s no way that you were actually going to stay with him after you saw him with another woman. Except that’s exactly what he did.

Looking back on it Steve recognized his mistakes. He knew you were shy and meek, sweet, it’s what he loved about you. But he should’ve accounted for this to happen. You were too sweet for your own good, wanting to make it work with Sean. It was an obstacle he hadn’t seen but this is just a slight bump in the plan. He can work around it.

When he saw you coming up the steps on the security camera he made himself scarce, not ready to face you just yet. He gave you some hours to study before he made himself known to you. He could tell just by the way you talked that you were in complete denial about what was happening. You weren’t strong enough to leave him but that’s okay, Steve is strong enough for the both of you right now, he’ll help you get there.

____

Just when you thought things were getting better Sean was back to becoming distant, going out with his teammates and coming home still a little drunk. The more you thought about those photos and thought about how he slipped back into old habits so easily the more you were working up the courage to confront him. You weren’t sure if you’d leave him, but maybe it would make him change.

Then the second envelope came. More photos of them kissing and leaving the bar together. They were time stamped just two nights ago. Your heart fell through the floor as you tried to make sense of things. How much of this could you put up with? When was enough? You needed to confront him when he got home.

You texted him to try to come home early tonight, saying it was important. You spent the rest of the evening planning out your words and trying to quell the oncoming panic attacks. Time passed by in a blur and before you knew it it was midnight and you still had no word from Sean. You couldn’t spend one more minute alone, you needed to get out. You needed a friend.

Your body was on autopilot as your feet carried you up the steps of the library. Steve wasn’t at the desk and you felt almost distressed. You knew he’d be a good third party to talk all this out to and you didn’t know what to think when he wasn’t there. You decided to shoot him a text.

‘Hey, I know you usually work Thursdays, I’ll be at my usual spot, I could really use a friend if you’re not too busy’ Did that sound too desperate? At this point you didn’t care.

You sunk down into your chair on the second floor with a huff. You hadn’t brought your bag so it’s not like you could study to distract yourself. As it turned out you didn’t need to.

“I’m never too busy for you, doll. ‘Specially not at this job” Steve’s voice carried as he rounded a corner into your sight.

You felt instantly better before you realized you were crying. It was hard to be vulnerable but if you could trust anyone with this it was Steve. You gave him a weak smile as he pulled up a chair beside you.

“What’s wrong? Do you need tissues?”

“No, sorry, I just.” You were struggling to find the words. “Sean is cheating on me”

Steve’s hands clenched into fists, he looked absolutely furious for you.

“Are you serious? That bastard! Doll, I’m so sorry. Have you confronted him?” His hand reached for yours and his thumb rubbed light circles.

“I-I, I haven’t said...anything. I just. He loves me y’know? Why would he do that? He’s all I have? What happens if he leaves me where will I stay I’ll be completely alone, I’ll-”

You had worked yourself into a panic attack as you desperately tried to take gulps of air while tears streamed down your face. You were losing touch with your surroundings and spiraling into a place you couldn’t get yourself out of. Steve moved his chair closer to you and brought you into his lap. He held your back to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. You could just make out what he was saying.

“Doll, it’s okay, I need you to breathe with me, can you do that? Take a deep breath in with me. Hold it and count to five with me,” You do but you’re still struggling. “Now exhale, count again for me. You’re doing so well, you can do this.”

Eventually Steve is able to bring you back down to Earth and you slumped back into his arms. You don’t care that Steve is holding you, it feels safe. You shifted so you could lean your head against his chest and let out a heavy sigh. He holds you to himself and lets you sit there for a while.

You don’t know how much time passes but you sit up slowly and he’s reluctant to let you go. You wipe your eyes as you go back to your own chair.

“Sorry, I’m keeping you from your job. Sorry I just totally came here and freaked out” You were starting to feel embarrassed, oversharing your life and emotions with him. You really liked him, you didn’t want to think you’d ruined the friendship.

“Don’t even apologize. You can always come to me.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt reassured. “So what are you going to do about Sean?”

Another hour had gone by with Steve and you could see the sun starting to come through the windows. You had decided you would confront him and go from there. You weren’t ready to fully commit to leaving him but this needed to end one way or another. For the first time in two weeks you felt like things were maybe going to be okay. The next time you saw Sean you were going to confront him.

____

Clearly seeing that you weren’t going to do anything after he sent the photos, he had to go to plan B. Steve waited outside the practice field and followed him to the parking structure once again. He jammed the parking stub in his jacket pocket along with the others and repeated his previous trips here. It was astounding how unaware Sean was of his surroundings, Steve had followed him and that girl from the bar back to her place at least twice now.

Getting what he needed he put another envelope in the mail the next day, this time with no note but the photos were more upsetting. It hurt Steve to hurt you but it’s what needed to be done. You were never going to confront him with things as they were so he had to push the envelope, literally and metaphorically. The hurt would be worth it though, because you came crying to him just like he’d hoped you would. Seeing your text warmed his heart, you needed him and he’d be there. Every time.

He knew he’d be comforting you but he didn’t think that he’d get to hold you. He was hiding his smile as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you down from your panic attack. You did so well listening to him and calming down. He was convinced he was the only one that could help you, you just needed to see that.

Steve abandoned his cart of books that needed to be shelved but he couldn’t care less. He’d stay up all night with you every night if that’s what it took. As dawn broke the two of you devised a plan and he built you up to say something. You weren’t committed to leaving him, which Steve wasn’t happy about, but you were committed to confronting him, if only you’d get the chance.

Based on what Steve knew of both yours and Sean's schedules you’d just miss each other between classes during the day and Sean had a game tonight, which would inevitably lead to a night at the bar. All Steve had to do was wait. He had to contain his excitement, things were finally finally falling right into place, they just needed a final push.

Nightfall came and this time Steve beat Sean to the structure. Steve parked on the top level and stuck the parking stub in his pocket. He didn’t feel like he was taking a risk by counting on Sean to follow routine, he was a good boy, he’d park in his same spot he always did and proceed to get wasted across the street.

A slow smile creeped across Steve’s face as Sean and his teammates stumbled into the bar, probably already drunk from pre-gaming. Sean’s sidepiece wouldn’t come to the bar tonight, her sorority having some dumb mixer or another. Steve reminded himself of his mantra to wait. His phone buzzed and he saw it was a text from you. You two had been texting after you came to him in the library.

‘He’s not responding to my texts. I know he had a game tonight but I really thought he’d be here’

He’d have to text you back another time, Steve needed to be on his toes tonight. He sat at what was becoming his usual booth for nearly two hours, barely touching his pint. Finally Sean paid his tab and said goodnight to his friends. Steve pulled down the brim of his hat and pursued him towards the parking structure. Drunken and fumbling up through the stairwell, Steve entered behind him quietly while taking out a knife he’d stolen from Bucky. He always knew his friend’s strange obsession with them would come in handy someday.

Just as Sean was about to take the final step Steve grabbed him from behind. Sean’s reactions may have been slowed but it hadn’t stopped him trying to thrash out of the grip. His efforts stopped immediately as Steve held the blade to his throat. He spoke clearly and in a low voice.

“Keep walking up the stairs or I will slit your fucking throat, do you hear me?” He brought the knife closer to his neck to drive home the threat.

“E-easy man, please, please don’t do this”

“Keep moving. Up.”

Steve pushed him all the way towards his car at the edge of the top level. He flipped Sean around so his back was to the ledge, the knife still trained closely on him. Pleads for mercy fell on deaf ears.

“What do you wan’!? You wan’ money!? Take, take my wallet man I don’t need it, jus’ please don’t kill me please!”

Steve pushed him slightly, though his grip on him remained tight. Sean struggled against him as his body weight wavered over the ledge. He must have realised how far up they were because he started crying at this point, begging even harder as he teetered and trying desperately to get his bearings against the wall.

“Why are you doing this!?” He wailed, “I’ll do anything, please! Please, I have a girlfriend, I have a family”

That was all that it took. Steve was feeling a high like he’d never felt. He knew at this moment he was doing the right thing for both of you. With a rush of adrenaline and in a flash of certainty he pushed Sean’s body over the edge. He didn’t watch him fall the seven stories down to the ground, but he did wait to hear the sickening crack and thud of his body hitting the ground. There was no way he’d survived.

Blood rushing through his ears, he felt euphoric, so powerful, so in love with you. He climbed back into his car and headed for his apartment. His plan wasn’t quite complete yet though, but everything he needed to do was done. He could watch the rest unfold from the sidelines. He knows you’ll be heartbroken all over again when you find out, but he’ll be there to pick up the pieces.

____

You’d been in mourning for nearly two months. The shock you’d felt wasn’t comparable to any other feeling you’d felt. The police ultimately ruled his death an accident, they performed an autopsy and found dangerous amounts of alcohol in his system. They weren’t able to pinpoint an exact time of death but estimated 2-3 AM, as he’d been found in the morning. They figured he’d just gotten piss drunk and came too close to the edge. And he was gone just like that.

His death weighed heavy on you, you blamed yourself for a long time. He wouldn’t have stayed out if you hadn’t pushed him so far away from you. The last thing you ever said to him was nagging and whiny, no wonder he didn’t want to come home. To think that you were possibly going to leave him. You felt so much self-contempt but slowly you were learning to forgive yourself.

You don’t know what you’d have done without Steve by your side. He was there for you every step of the way. He held you at the funeral, he helped you pack up Sean’s things in the apartment, he took your late night phone calls and came over at the drop of a hat to help you through your grief. You were eternally grateful for his selflessness and his willingness to help you heal.

Guilt loomed over you once again as the old feelings you’d had for Steve in the early days of your friendship started to flare up again. It felt natural to feel them, with him being closer to you than he ever was, but it didn’t stop you from feeling shame over it. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t culpable for anything that happened, that Sean himself was interested in someone else when he’d died. You had to forgive yourself for these feelings for Steve. Maybe even pursue them.

‘Can you come over tonight? I think we should talk’ Your nerves were on fire from the rush you got sending him that text.

‘How about you come to my place? 7? We can go for something to eat if you want.’ Your heart was fluttering, was this a date?

‘Sounds good :)’

Checking the time you saw it was 4, you spent the next few hours obsessing over what to say. No matter what you were determined to tell him your feelings for him. You were debating whether or not you should kiss him. Would he even want you back? What if he only sees you as a friend now? The hours whiled away and you took a deep breath before setting out.

You’d been to Steve’s apartment only once before, you knew he lived alone but he’d managed to make the place feel homey. You were buzzed in and before you had the chance to knock on the door Steve had it open and was waiting for you. His smile was all teeth and it was contagious, you smiled back looking up at him and he let you in.

You sat down on the couch and waited for Steve. No turning back now. Deep breath. He sat down and turned to face you.

“What did you want to talk about?”

No words were coming to you. Your mouth opened but you could only sputter. Oh God, where were the words? Do something!

So you did. Before you could think about it you put a shaky hand up to Steve’s jaw and pulled him in for a kiss. You didn’t know what you were feeling, you were just waiting for Steve to respond. You began to pull back but before you could he took your face in his hands and kissed you back tenderly but with purpose. Your arms were around him and he pulled you closer into his lap to kiss you more passionately.

You finally pulled apart to catch your breath. You snuck a look up to his face and you were nervous but you felt like you were floating.

“You have… no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” He said between breaths.

You two smiled like idiots and he brought his lips to yours again. The kiss deepened and a moan slipped from your mouth. This seemed to spark something in Steve and his hands shakily moved over your body. He was feeling every curve of you and you ground down into his lap and his hips bucked up in response. You have no idea where this confidence came from but you’d never felt more sure of yourself. You broke apart again and Steve was breathing heavily.

“Is this what you want?” He asked. You could only nod before he was on you again. He pulled you up from the couch and led you to his bed. This time he laid you back and was hovering over you, slowly undoing the buttons of your jeans. You helped him get yourself out of them and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. How was this happening? Who cares?

He sat back and took the sight of you in, he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing. He slowly removed his clothes and moved back over you, kissing his way up your thighs before pulling your panties down your legs. He continued laving away at your skin, making you nervous but excited. His fingers brushed your core and he brought them up to his face.

“Sweetheart, you are dripping.” Your cheeks heated instantly as he chuckled. Not giving you the chance to respond he dove right in. Two fingers entered you and you arched your back, his tongue lapped up your wetness and then at your clit. You’d really never known pleasure like this, no one had ever done this for you before. His fingers pumped in and out of you and your hands flew to his hair and pulled. He continued on and curved his fingers just slightly and you clenched down around him, you were so close.

“Please, I’m so close” you whimpered.

Steve doubled his efforts and before you knew it the tension he had been building up was released in a white hot flash of ecstasy. You writhed against his fingers as he kept pumping them into you. Finally he relented, pulling them out and licking them clean. You’d never seen something that made you feel so filthy but so so good.

He took off his boxers and encased you in his arms. He kissed your neck and you moaned again at the feeling. You spread yourself for him and he lined himself up and groaned. The stretch was something you weren’t ready for. It burned almost, you cried out as he put his whole length in you. He waited all of two seconds before he began thrusting into you. You weren’t ready but you were adjusting quickly with the way his cock hit that spot inside of you over and over.

You were holding onto his shoulders, nails digging in deep as he started to go harder and faster.

“I’m close” He panted into your ear.

Reaching down his fingers found your clit and started moving back and forth quickly, trying to match his thrusts. The tension was building again to a breaking point and you were getting close again. He worked you even harder until you broke, cumming for a second time. Your eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy as you cried again.

“Steve!”

That was all it took before he slammed into you a final time, you could feel his release and you’d never felt closer to him. His movements stopped and your noses touched. He kissed you hard before rolling off of you.

“That was… oh my god” you breathed.

“I know, me too” Steve chuckled. “So can I take you to dinner?”

“Nothing would make me happier,” You grinned wide and nodded.

You cleaned yourself up and redressed. You were taking in Steve’s room and found yourself smiling at the photos of him and Bucky, little knick-knacks on his dresser. You found a sticky note on the calendar at his desk. You squinted. Had you seen his handwriting before?

You shrugged and flopped yourself back on the bed. You checked the weather on your phone and frowned at the temperature, you let out a small groan.

“What is it?” Steve called from the bathroom as he cleaned up.

“It’s so coooold and I forgot my jacket” You pouted.

“Just take mine, it’s the brown leather one hanging in the living room” He was so sweet.

Gingerly, you made your way into the living room and found the jacket, slipping it on. You don’t know what was taking Steve so long but you shoved your hands in the pockets and waited for him. You felt something in the right pocket. Is this trash? You pulled out little wadded up pieces of paper and unfolded them.

They were parking stubs. They were from the same structure that Sean had fallen from. Your heart was pounding, upset just thinking of him. Looking closer one of them was stamped for 2:15 AM, 2/1, the night that he died. Okay...

1 AM 1/15, 11:57PM 1/28, They matched the timestamp on the photos that had been sent to you. Two others were from nights when Sean had games and had stayed out late. Your heart was in your throat and tears were forming in your eyes, trying to find some explanation. You thought again of the first time you’d received an envelope, those photos, that note. It had dawned on you why the note looked so familiar… The handwriting! Oh, God... Your whole world slowed down as you heard footsteps bound into the room. Slowly you turned, the stubs still in your shaking hands.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Steve took a step further, “You weren’t supposed to see those.”

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[buckysbabygorl]

Names

Summary: Y/N’s always the butt of Loki’s teasing and they can’t stand it, until the hidden meanings behind it are revealed

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Loki x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Cowritten by @babybluereads

When the Asgardians had arrived on earth, the tiny town of St. Abb’s had accepted them with open arms. The community immediately took to caring for the newcomers and providing them with whatever they needed. Y/N, being the assertive and bright person they were, immediately caught the eye of the fighting trio that had defended Asgard in its last moments.

Y/N was quick to help where they could; taking on leadership roles and directing the townspeople on what actions to take next for the Asgardian folk to fit in. They provided shelter, food, clothing, whatever was necessary.

Valkyrie and Y/N developed a fast friendship; she liked Y/N’s confidence and strength, and they managed their people side by side. Thor adored most, if not all migardians and their customs, and Y/N was no exception. Y/N made him laugh, provided him with comfort and advice, and he contributed to the town in any way he could when he visited.

And then there was Loki. Oh, Loki, Loki, Loki.

Y/N had very little patience when it came to him; as a matter of fact, Y/N had none.

Loki was, politely, a grade A pain in the ass.

He was one to disappear for hours or days at a time; returning with no explanation as to why. He forced trickery on the township; amusing the children and the occasional townsfolk, but not Y/N. He was rowdy at the local bar; he was constantly seen partying, making this once quiet town louder than ever.

People adored him in town. Y/N however did not; they wanted structure, organization. He was chaos walking.

Worst of all; he felt the need to be glued to Y/N’s side constantly. He loved to tease them, get a rise from them first thing in the morning, he stopped them from doing their work, and it always left them fighting.

What really bothered Y/N is when he’d insult them in another language; which he did often. Something he’d huff under his breath, and when Y/N demanded clarification he’d simply laugh and walk off. Which seemed to be the only time he ever left them alone.

It was infuriating. Which is what Y/N was complaining about to Valkyrie right at this moment.

“I don’t understand why he can’t just piss off; everyone in town loves him, why can’t he go bother them?”

Valkyrie smiled, “Perhaps that’s why he does it; he knows you hate him. It’s likely the most entertaining thing for him.”

Y/N huffed as they lifted another crate, stacking them against the wall. “Well that’s just sadistic,” they said, “You’d think he’d get his rocks off on something else.”

Valkyrie laughed, but not for the reason Y/N thought.

“I’m not sure why my rocks are of your concern, but please leave sadism out of it.” 

Y/N’s teeth clenched at the voice, and tried to ignore it.

Loki smiled, “No greeting? I don’t even get a “good morning your highness”?”

“No, you don’t.” Y/N lifted another crate, which was swiftly pulled out of their hands by Loki. Y/N sighed, reaching for another one.

“I don’t need your help, I can carry it myself.” Y/N stated.

Loki chuckled as he stacked the crate in its place, before plucking the other from Y/N’s hands as well.

“It’s my pleasure, I’m certain I can do a better job anyways.”

Valkyrie shook her head, staying silent as the conversation transpired. She knew better than to jump in: one, because Y/N could handle themselves; two, because the last time Valkyrie stepped in, knives were involved and nearly banned in the town square because of it. Out of respect for peace and civility in New Asgard, Valkyrie ceased her fighting. For now.

As composed of a person Y/N was, they were one to get easily flustered. Yes, their emotions were in check, but something about Loki’s teasing was especially provoking. 

“I doubt it,” Y/N said, “Besides, how can you do a better job when you’re hardly ever here.”

“There are other ways to say you miss me, Y/N,” Loki said, “And I’m always here. You’re the one that wishes I wasn’t.”

“That’s not true, I just wish when you were here, you were less annoying.”

“I think that’s asking too much of him,” Valkyrie said, examining the lures of their fishing stock, “It’s ingrained in him.”

“Oh Valkyrie, I didn’t realize you were here.” He teased, momentarily turning his attention away from Y/N.

The warrior rolled her eyes, taking a nearby piece of broken crate and chucking it at his head.

He deflected it but turned to retaliate, before Y/N stopped him. 

“Hey, settle down. We have a lot of work to do, and I need you two to focus.” Y/N reprimanded.

Y/N didn’t realize it, but they had their hand placed on his chest. Loki smirked at the contact, before Y/N swiftly pulled their hand away.

“Now,” Y/N said, “Are you going to actually be helpful? Or are you planning on wasting my time.”

Loki hummed before looking back to the open boathouse entrance that he had come from, “No, I don’t plan on staying long. I was only stopping by to see my melilla.”

Y/N scowled with a groan. “If you’re going to insult me, you could at least do it in a language I understand!”

But their complaint fell on deaf ears as he laughed, exiting just as quickly as he’d come.

Now it was Valkyrie’s turn to laugh, their minor conflicts always being of great entertainment. But she knew Y/N would complain about it for the rest of the afternoon; their work was already tainted by the presence of Loki.

~

Thor was happy to be back, he could only spend so much time with the Guardians before needing some space. He admired the team, but the arrogance of that Starlord fellow was sometimes too much to bear. Not that Thor made it any easier; he was quite the confident man himself. They’d butted heads far too often, and now he was in need of a much deserved break. 

He strode into town cheerily; greeting the townsfolk with an overjoyed disposition. Though happy he was to see the midgardians; he was looking for one in particular. He finally spotted Y/N in the small farmers market just off the docks. In fact, he heard Y/N before he saw them, as once again Y/N was fighting with his notorious brother.

“You can’t turn apples into snakes when children are around, someone could get hurt and we don’t have a town doctor until next month!” Y/N scolded.

“Oh amata, I love how easily the simplest of things can make you forget yourself.” He said.

With a slight snarl on their face, Y/N groaned. “Stop calling me that!”

Loki simply laughed in their face, enraging Y/N further. Before they went to scream at him again, Thor decided to intervene.

“My Y/N! You seem awfully invigorated this morning,” He commented.

At the voice of their friend, Y/N turned and their mood was immediately brightened. “Thor! I had no idea you were coming.”

Loki looked at his brother with quiet contempt, “Of course you weren’t notified, my brother is known for making an entrance. 

He turned back to Y/N, “Why don’t you ever address me with such kindness, carissima.” He said, dejectedly.

Y/N raised a finger to Loki’s face, once again going to scold him, before being interrupted by amused laughter from Thor.

“Well it’s nice to see that you’ve at least shifted to addressing one another with pleasantries.” Thor said.

Immediately Loki’s face filled with dread. Y/N looked at them both, surprised.

“You call that pleasantries?” Y/N asked, “He’s been insulting me in a dead language since we met.”

They spat the words in Loki’s face, but it was not met with his usual humourous demeanor.

Thor scoffed with delight, “I hardly think dearest is an insult, Y/N.”

Y/N was taken aback. No, that’s not what he’d been calling them, had he?

The expression on Loki’s face displayed nothing but truth at the fellow God’s statement, “Thor, please--” Loki said through gritted teeth.

Thor only smirked, intending to continue the teasing. “What else has he called you, Y/N? I speak fluent latin myself.”

Still shocked by the revelation, but not diffused in their anger, Y/N thought back to what he had called them before dearest.

“Well--he, he also called me amata.” Y/N said.

Laughing once again, Thor turned to his brother, “Oh, did he?” Thor asked.

Flustered, Loki tried to direct attention elsewhere, “Aren’t you supposed to be looking for Valkyrie? Or someone else to pester?” He asked.

Thor only smiled, “No I’m quite enjoying myself here, brother.”

“And as for the name amata,” Thor explained, “It means beloved. I think you’ve mistaken my brother’s flirtations for aggravations, Y/N.”

The three stood, not saying anything more as the passerby’s at the market weaved around them. Y/N snuck a glance at Loki, who was now desperately avoiding eye contact. Could it be that all this time, he was secretly calling Y/N terms of endearment?

He made no objections; only furthering the obvious truth that he had been.

Y/N didn’t know what to think, or what to say.

“Well,” Thor started, “I believe my work here is done. I shall leave you to each other.”

He looked up into the marketplace, “Joseph, so good to see you my friend!”

He parted, calling for the man at the nearby mead cart, while the other two still stood, not saying a word.

Loki quietly scorned his brother; of course he had to expose him. Now Y/N was aware of his secret fondness towards them, someone who already hated him more than he’d like.

“Melilla.” Y/N said.

Loki looked at Y/N, surprised by the word. “Pardon?” He asked.

Y/N hummed, “It’s another name, that you-um.. That you call me.”

“Oh,” Loki nodded, understanding what Y/N meant. 

“Well,” he started, hesitant, “It means… little honey.”

“And why do you call me that,” Y/N asked, “Because I’m sweet?”

“No,” Loki defended, “You aren’t sweet. You’re the opposite. Um--bitter, and-and full of disdain--”

He was stopped by the laughter that escaped Y/N, but as he looked at them, he realized he was not the subject of their laughter but that Y/N was laughing with him. Though Loki would never admit it aloud, he found that much more pleasurable than any of the emotions he’d evoked from their banter. 

“You aren’t… upset with me?” He asked earnestly.

Y/N looked to the ground, shifting in their stance with hands placed behind their back.

“Not entirely,” Y/N admitted, “I mean… it would’ve been nice to know you weren’t calling me an asshole this whole time.”

Loki chuckled bashfully, “Well, for that, I suppose I can apologize.” 

An awkward silence came between them; not knowing what to say. It was surprising, to say the least, the new perspective that had been given to their situation. Loki’s need to be in Y/N’s presence, the constant chatting that what was thought to be filled with insults were now revealed to have been filled with kindness, and arguably, affection. Even on Y/N’s end; the frustrations of his disappearances and the concern for safety during his reckless shenanigans, were those too filled with care?

Loki cleared his throat to break the quiet. “So,” he started, “do you have much to tend to this afternoon?”

Y/N rolled their eyes at the obvious attempt to change the conversation, “Well if you’re going to continue being an idiot, then yes.”

“And.. if I cease, the idiocy?” He asked.

Y/N smiled, “Well, it wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing, if you helped me with some... stuff down at the docks.”

He chuckled, amused. “You’re actually asking me to accompany you, for once?”

“Yes, I guess I am.” Y/N said. He went to speak before they stopped him, “But on one condition.”

“Oh?” He asked, “and what’s that?”

“That,” Y/N said, “If you’re going to compliment me, at least do it in a language I understand.”

He smiled, “Anything for you, dearest.”

~

First Loki fic ✅

Inspiration also goes to @damntonystarkandhissmile for the gender neutral ask 💕 I hope you like Loki babe 🤪

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