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Talk to Me

Chapter 1

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader

Word Count:4.1 k

CW: Angst, abuse, lies, slowburn,

Chapter 1|Chapter 2 (Updated through Chapter 5)

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Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a troublemaker with “fantastical ideas” for all of creation, and was seen as such by the elders of Heaven. For they knew his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So, he was to watch as the other angels began to expand the universe in their ways.

From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam worked to take charge over his responsibility to care for Earth, and Lilith refused to work alongside him. She fled the Garden. Drawn in by her rebellious nature, Lucifer found her and troublemaker seduced her to his cause. Together, they wished to the ruin the future of humanity with their selfish dreams and ideas, offering the Fruit of Knowledge to Adam's new bride, Eve, who accepted, unaware that this “gift” came with a curse. For with this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into the Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin. And the order Heaven worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his mistress into the dark pit he had created, to live out his days as the King of the cruel and the wicked.

This was the Parable of Lucifer, known by every Angel in Heaven, memorized, but rarely spoken. His name, or even the threat of falling was akin to swearing, which wasn't forbidden but it was frowned upon. For many eons, his name was rarely mentioned. That is, until the morning his daughter came to visit Heaven.

You watched that morning as Emily, the young seraphim you served under, danced around her room as she got ready that morning, singing and flitting about while talking about how excited she was to be at the the side of Sera, the High Seraphim, later at a meeting with the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith.

You listened and nodded at her excitement, trying hard to keep your own thoughts to yourself. You didn't understand how she could be so excited, being in the room with anyone related to Lucifer sounded like a fate worse than death. You were not important enough to be in the room where it all was going to go down, and you were perfectly ok with that.

"And then! Oh! What about the zoo?! Do you think they have zoos in hell? Maybe we have different animals.... Oh I'll just ask them!" Emily squealed with excitement as she brushed her hair.

You were trying so hard not to roll your eyes, why would some hellspawn want anything to do with a heaven zoo? And why did Emily insist on showing them around? It almost seemed cruel to show them around something more wonderful and beautiful than they probably had back home in their dark pit of evil. But it couldn't be helped, that is just who Emily was. Kind and full of desire to make people happy.

You were a "right hand man" of sorts to Emily, a sort of "lady in waiting" or "aid", and had been ever since the beginning of her time as the Seraphim of Joy. You enjoyed a higher status, that was marked by your four wings, but not as many as Emily's six, which marker he status as a seraphim. You liked being by her side, she was sweet and playful. It was her job to keep the people of Heaven happy, and it was your job to assist her in that. She was gentle and kind, and that made your job easy. She treated you as an equal, even if she didn't need to, you were happy to serve her.

"Sounds great, my lady, I hope you guys have fun," you say trying to hold back any sass you wanted to add to your comment in response to the idea of her field trip with the Princess of Hell.

Emily looked at you with a smile, "Oh! You're coming with us, of course. Aren't you?"

You held a strained smile, of course she would want to include you.

"Oh... I wish I could. But I can't I have plans," you responded coolly.

"Plans? Like what?" Emily pouted.

"Well... there uhhh... there is the updates to the Golden Girls theme park! Now that Betty is here, I figured it was important to meet with her and make sure it is correct...ya know... get her ideas..." you start.

Emily floats over and grabs your hands, "Oh but that can wait, can't it? Pleeeeease? This is so exciting and I want my best friend their with me!" She gave you big puppy dog eyes.

You can't help but feel a little shy when she calls you her best friend, you were honored that she thought of you as a friend, but you knew that was not your place, even though you had been by her side for several thousand years. It wasn't forbidden for you two to be friends, just... discouraged. Due to the difference in status. You sighed, she knew you couldn't say no to her when she got all pouty and pulled the "best friend" card.

"Alright, alright! I'll go... Just... Please don't expect me to be all buddy-buddy with them? I mean no disrespect, my lady... The idea of having beings of Hell in Heaven just... makes me nervous..." you nervously confess to Emily.

Emily smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "Yay! Oh (y/n), it's going to be ok! How about this? If you get uncomfortable, you can flap your wings quickly twice and I'll give you a reason to leave, ok?"

"But won't that leave you alone with them? What if they should try to harm you?" you say with worry in your voice.

Emily squeezes your shoulders, "It will be fine. Come on! We are gonna be late!" Emily grabs your hand and she half drags you out the door and out the the main plaza to meet up with Sera before going to welcome the guests from hell. You bow respectfully to Sera in greeting and wait as Emily and Sera fly out to the front gate while you wait inside with Sera's aid, Lily, who also had four wings like you. You rarely talked to Lily, but she was also nice, more serious like her seraphim she served.

"How is your lady feeling about the meeting?" Lily asked calmly, looking forward instead of at you.

"Very excitedly, as is her nature. Almost a little too excited, but that is not my place to tell her, of course. And what of your lady?" You asked Lily.

She shook her head, "Nervous, but collected. She was very distressed by Lucifer's request for his daughter to meet with the council of Elders. Her ideas sound... preposterous, and dangerous. Just like her father's," she responded flatly, her nose crinkling slightly.

"What ideas?" you ask.

Lily looked around for any nearby souls before leaning close and whisper, "Something about trying to redeem souls to get them to give them a second change in heaven."

You blinked, what? She is trying to redeem the souls of sinners? "Is that even possible?"

Lily shrugged, "It is not our place to ask such things, besides, we have no idea why they would want to try that. It sounds fishy to me, and I think it sounds fishy to Sera, too. We have a system in place for a reason."

"Of course, that does seem silly to try to change things," you go back to your neutral stance and start to think. The daughter of Lucifer wants to redeem souls? Why? That seems like a good thing to try to do? But how could they prove they were actually "redeemed" to even attempt something like that. As far as you knew, this had never been done before. This thought left you with so many questions, that from that point on would start to unravel your very understanding of everything you thought you knew.

Eventually you see the gates open and Sera and Emily enter with two others, a girl with long white hair, wearing an eye patch, named Vaggie, and a young woman with long blonde hair in a ponytail and a red suit, who was introduced to you as Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer. You wanted to focus on the Morningstar child but... something about the other one seemed off about the other one, especially in the way she looked at all of you. Specifically she looked... uncomfortable? That seemed like such an odd way to react to Heaven. But maybe a place this beautiful was just hard for a demon like her to feel comfortable in. A pity.

You shifted your attention back to Charlie, you were only briefly introduced as Emily's aid, she greeted you warmly and then went back to talking with Emily and Sera. You liked it this way, it gave you a chance to just watch this daughter of Lucifer at a distance. As you toured Heaven with them, you were surprise by how sweet and bubbly she came off. She talked, mostly with Emily, about how excited she was about the meeting and looked in awe at everything she came across in Heaven. Your face remained a pleasant neutral, but you were processing everything through the lens of what you had been told about Lucifer and the information given to you by Lily about her reason for being here. What was her deal?

Eventually, Charlie and Vaggie were set up in their room, and Vaggie decided to stay at the hotel while Charlie went off with you and Emily to the zoo, and Sera and Lily went off to prepare for the meeting. Great... now there was more of a chance that you would have to interact with the Morningstar child, but you were good at remaining pleasant and neutral. You stayed to Emily's right while Charlie walked on Emily's left as they went through the zoo. Luckily, the Princess of Hell was more interested in fawning over the animals than paying attention to how little you were interacting with her. You exchanged some pleasantries and small talk when addressed, but not much beyond that.

The longer you were around her, the more curious she made you. She didn't act at all like how you expected a hellspawn would act. You know you shouldn't be making assumptions but... something was not adding up. How could this be the spawn of the most hated and dangerous being in all of creation? Either she was a very very very good actor, spinning colorful and exciting tales to disarm her victims and seduce them to her side... or somehow... despite having such an awful and cruel creature of a father... this young woman had an actual passion and love for others. You were worried at how much you felt like you wanted to agree with the latter, especially with how in-sync her personality fell with Emily's. You tried to shake the questions out of your head, again it was not your place to ask such questions.

Before long, it was time for their meeting with the angelic Council of Elders, which meant it was your time to separate from Emily and the Princess. You bid them a farewell and went off to take care of that meeting with Betty White to make any additions or suggestions to the theme park. You had a pleasant meeting with her, luckily there were only a few additions that needed to be made, so you were able make note of them with the construction team and get back to Emily's suite to prepare her some tea for her when her meeting was over.

Before long you heard the quick open and shut of the door, signaling that Emily had returned home, "Welcome back, my lady Emily! How was..." you stopped as you heard the sounds of... something you had never heard before... little sounds in quick secession that would get quieter, she'd breathe in, and then the quick secession of sounds would happen again, but starting louder and growing softer.

You peaked out around the corner to see Emily curled up on the floor right next to the door, face in her hands, making her little sounds. You had heard about this, was... was she... crying? She had never seen anyone cry before. You rushed over to her side.

"My lady? Emily? What's wrong? Why do you cry?" you asked with a slight panic, you had not idea how to help her with this, you had never seen someone sad before.

She let out different higher pitched sound and shook before she looked up at you, tears rolling down her round cheeks.

"Oh (y/n), it's terrible! I'm so angry!" Emily cried.

"What's terrible? What did the Princess do? Are you hurt?" you start to look her over.

"No!" Emily cried, "It's Sera, and Adam, and Lute... They have done something terrible!"

You blinked, you had never heard her speak of her superior sister like that, and you new the First Man to be... a colorful character, but what could he have done? "What happened?"

Emily took a few breathes before looking up at you, "They have been allowing a yearly extermination on human souls in Hell to control the overpopulation down there... Adam has an army of angels that go down with him to kill and erase human souls!"

You sat back a little, taking in the news, "Wait... why... That does not make any sense... why would they do something like that?"

Emily let more tears fall, "It's how they control the overpopulation of souls, trying to keep them from thinking about uprising against Heaven... that's why Charlie was here. She's trying to redeem souls into heaven so that we would stop killing them. She-she's just trying to protect her people, and we have just been slaughtering them! For... centuries!"

You sat in silence as Emily continued to freak out and cry, this was the worst thing you had ever heard of. How could heaven allow something like this?! Sure, the sinners had all earned their place in Hell, and they needed to stay in their place... but the does not mean anyone should be erasing them!

"Who could have allowed this?" you ask quietly.

"Sera..." Emily snarled, you look up at her, and she looks at you... with anger in her eyes, it made you jump, "Sera allowed this it happen, and what's worse... she kept it from everyone! From the rest of the Elders... from me... Only Sera, Adam, and his army of angel exorcists know... The rest of us were in the dark..."

You just sat there on the floor next to her, trying to breathe, trying to work through the thoughts and feelings in your body, this was bad... this was... really bad. You never knew this try of bad could exist, not here, not in Heaven, and you felt it all over your body. Your chest felt tight, your thoughts were racing, everything was a blur.

You looked at the young angel next to you, "What do we do now, my lady?"

Emily's expression went serious and she sat up straight looking at you, "This can't be a secret anymore, we must tell everyone."

Your eyes widened, "E-everyone? Even the human souls? My lady... I don't know if..."

Emily got up, "Yes! Everyone! They have been keeping this secret from everyone! They are breaking one of God's base commandments! Now that we know we must tell the truth! Everyone must know!"

You get up to meet her, "But... that would cause an upheaval! What if..." you change to a whisper "What if this causes you to fall? Like Lucifer?"

Emily shook her head, "If something like this is what caused his fall... then maybe there is more behind his fall than they told us in the first place..." She looked at you, "After hearing Charlie... it's worth the risk... I need to do this. Are you with me, or not?" Emily grabbed your hands.

You froze in place. Do you defy Emily, your seraphim that you are sworn to serve and support? Or do you go against something that you know will make the elders unhappy, and risk both you and her falling? You knew this look on her face, there was not talking her out of it at this point.

You sigh, "Ok... I'm with you." She smiled and hugged you, and you hugged her back. You had not idea what was going to happen next, but you couldn't bear the thought of not supporting her. It's all you knew.

You spent the rest of the night planning with Emily on how you were going to get the word out to the people. Unfortunately for the both of you... Sera had been worried about Emily's outburst in support of Charlie and went to go check on her. Emily was not watching her volume, no matter how much you reminded her, so before knocking, she was able to hear Emily talking out some ideas out with you. With a heavy and broken heart, Sera went to go alert the rest of the Elders.

The next morning, you and Emily did not have a chance to start telling anyone before Emily was brought to stand trial before the Council of Elders. You were brought with to stand witness for the conversation you had with her. Emily fought and cried, angry tears running down her face as she pleaded for the safety and protection of the people of Hell, quoting how the Elders were breaking commandments. The Elders responded of how they were doing what they needed to do to maintain the order in Heaven, and Emily teared back about how they were only proving Charlie's point about "angel's getting to do whatever and remain in the sky" while the people of hell suffered by Heaven's hand. Sera warned Emily not to press but she didn't care, saying if this was the truth that she no longer wanted to be the Seraphim of Joy.

"If you don't stop this now, you may soon not be a seraphim at all!" one of the Elders warned.

Adam sat over on the side, grinning. He was quieter than yesterday, he was trying to play nice after his major slip up the day before when he revealed the existence of the exterminations, but he was still enjoying watching the drama. Sera looked over to you, eyes pleading with do something to stop this. You looked over at Emily. There was only one way you could see getting her out of this, it wasn't going to be pleasant, but it was all you could do.

You stood up and looked over to the council, starting to cry and shake, "I'm sorry! I'm so... so sorry, my great Elders!" You whole room was looking at your now, even Emily.

"Please... please do not blame her! It was my fault! I... I was so excited to see the Princess of Hell, know why she was here. I know I wasn't allowed at the meeting... but I still stood outside of the door and listened! I couldn't bear the news! I've gone mad! Emily came back and didn't want to talk about it... but I did! I made her! I filled her head with ideas of telling the people of Heaven the truth! The angels deserve to know! It's barbaric! All of you refused to listen to Charlie and I can't stand that!" you say grabbing your hair. "Please! Emily is innocent of everything besides being to close to me! Please spare her! Punish me instead!"

"(y/n) what are you doing?!" Emily cried.

"I'm telling them the truth, my lady! Don't try to cover this up for me. You've suffered enough!" you cried, flying down to the floor and standing in front of Emily, fanning out your wings to block her, "Punish me instead! I should fall for my madness! My lady Emily has done nothing wrong! Punish me for my sympathy for Lucifer and his daughter!"

Sera frowned, looked at the others, and shook her head, "What a shame, but not unexpected from you, unfortunately." That comment almost made you flinch, what did that mean? Sera looked to the others, who all nodded at her and looked at you with distain.

"Very well," she said, lifting a hand to prompt two other angels to remove Emily from the floor, leaving only you in the middle, all eyes on you. "(y/n), for your attempt of treason against Heaven and attempted corruption of a seraphim, you have fallen from Grace and will be cast into Hell."

You give Emily one last look as she screams, whispering a goodbye to her. A portal opens up in front of you, giving you a clear but distant view of the rings of hell. Intense fear flooded your body for the first time. You take a step back, only to be stopped by Adam who had flown over an landed behind you, a wicked grin on his face.

Behind you he whispered "See you on extermination day", before breaking off one of your wings and kicking you into the pit, the sound of your screams of pain mixed with his laughter as you began to fall.

What an absolute piece of shit.

Most of your fall was spent in searing pain from your one missing wing, the other three fluttering in the wind as hell grew closer, golden blood oozing from your new wound, your first wound ever. You cried the whole way... out of pain, out of fear, out of hope that you saved Emily from this fate, out of confusion...

As you got closer, you felt more pain sear through your body, but for a different reason. You watched as you hands stared to turn into black claws, horns sprouted from your temples, a tail lashed out behind you, eyes watering as they changed to red, some of the feathers of your wings burned red. More tears burned down your cheeks as you fell, mixing in with some feelings of... anger? You wish that Emily had not dragged you into this... but it was your job to serve her... and you did it until your falling day... Who knew what awaited you in hell. The second fallen angel in all of history...

You realized then, yes, would would be the second fallen angel, would Lucifer seek you out if he found out another angel had fallen? You wanted to avoid that at all costs. As the ground grew nearer, you knew you had two choices, use your wings to ease your fall and risk being seen, or tuck them away and have a much harder hit but hide your identity as an angel. You swallowed hard as you forced your wings to tuck away. It was something angels could do, but it was not common, as it was more comfortable to keep them out.

You were almost to the red floor of the Pride Ring. God Above, this was going to hurt... You braced yourself as you plummeted into the hard rock of the upper part of the ring, making a small intend in the ground from the length and power of your fall. Your body seared with more intense pain, bones were definitely broken, but by some grace you were still barely conscious.

After catching some amount of breath, you looked around. With as much information as you could process at the moment, it looked like you had landed on some old battle ground near the edge of the ring. At least some luck was still on your side. With one good arm and leg, you clawed and crawled your way across the red brimstone ground, leaving a trail of golden blood, before finding a pile of stones that were set in just a way that you could hide. Probably something someone had built for cover at some point.

With the last of your energy, you crawled into the hole, took off your robe, and stuffed it under your head as your felt yourself suck into unconsciousness.

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Hello! Just wanted to let everyone know that this one will have less of a back and forth between Lucifer and y/n's point of view, it will still have that, but it will be a lot more focused on y/n until they meet. Also it might take a little before they meet, but we will get there! Let me know if you want added to the taglist!

Taglist:

@sapphireravensworld @cimadreamer @froggybich @randomstranger703 @tiredlillypad @melday0105 @btsgangleader @hawke1917 @gbshdhd @pandaquick @littleladydemon @wonderlandangelsposts @hulyenl @willow404

[daimyosprincess]

Do you think Boba would ever fall for someone who is shy but can bring out the sass once in awhile once they feel comfortable? And maybe who is quite sensitive? I don't know. I keep looking for Boba x reader fics for different types of readers and keep coming up with the same themes which are often quite triggering for me. I am in a writing slump or I'd try to write it myself, but I think maybe I just misunderstand him. I know this is fandom and fun, but I also care about the character and want to get him right and maybe he just doesn't care for someone like that. What are your thoughts on the kind of people Boba would love?

Alright my beloved anon, I have been sitting on this ask for a bit because I really wanted to give it some thought and give it the answer it deserves 💖

In short, yes! I totally think Boba would fall for a shy person, and the sass when they open up would be a bonus for him but definitely not a requirement. I write sassy/bold/loud and proud readers because that's how I am irl but by no means is that the only type Boba would go for. My thoughts on OT!Boba and Daimyo Boba below the cut.

Ok so OT!Boba is much more rough around the edges than he is as an older man in TBOBF; he's driven, angry, and one big ball of pressurized emotion during the Empire era. He the best of the best and he does everything to make sure it stays that way, guarding his reputation with as much ferocity as he goes after his bounties with. He doesn't bother giving energy to things like "love" or "feelings," preferring to work out his frustrations and tension with a (preferably) nameless partner who feels the same. Anything else is too risky, too soft, too vulnerable. He's a lone wolf by choice.

HOWMSTEVER, when he comes across of his highest-paying repeat client's quiet daughter (just choosing for pronouns, def can be gn), he's struck by you. The way you move, quiet as a whisper and soft as a sigh, unseen and unheard by the ruckus around you. He notices you though, he sees you. And he knows you see him too, your watchful eyes flitting over him beneath your lashes when you think his helmet is pointed elsewhere.

You make him curious. Curious as to why a quiet little thing like you would so much as glance his direction twice. He pushes the thoughts away time and time again, but they refuse to be banished, coming unbidden to him in his bunk or during the long hours in hyperspace. What thoughts are swirling in that head of yours? Do you sneak looks at anyone else? Is your voice as sweet as he imagines?

It's nonsense really, he tells himself. You're just some girl, a tender flower who shies away from the sun. He would crush you, break your leaves and trample your petals. You're not made for men like him... so why does he watch you bloom under the moon's light, gentle and perfect? He would only be your ruin.

But oh, what it would be to be the one you blessed with inner light, to be the one who you found deserving of everything you kept to yourself. Maybe even be the one you trust. He certainly doesn't deserve it but, maybe, one day he could.

Boba aches for a balance to his tipped scale. That might look like an outspoken, smart-mouthed partner to match his fire with their own, corralling his blaze by channeling his pent up energy into them. A sun for a sun, a tandem orbit instead of careening through the galaxy.

Just as likely, however, his sun could be balanced with a silver moon, reflecting his light back on him and mastering his violent tides with undeniable, quiet strength. This partner might seem small or nonexistent in comparison to him, impossible that they would attract his desire. That is surface-level thinking--just because the moon goes through phases where it wanes and disappears doesn't mean it doesn't exist. In fact, while the sun sets, the moon never does, it's always there if one pays attention.

I think OT!Boba would admire and find himself attracted to the way a shy, sensitive partner is able to feel and experience their emotions in a way he does not allow himself to. Furthermore, as a man of few words who is in his own bucket more than anything else, he would understand solitude in both its necessity and its pain. There would be a learning curve if the two of pursued a relationship and Boba would undoubtedly hurt your feelings as he tries to learn to navigate his own, but ultimately, the two of you would find reward in each other.

ALRIGHT now onto Daimyo Boba. He's older, wiser, and more keyed into his feelings than his younger self even if he still has a LOT of work left to do in that department (my green tincan man is bunch of repressed emotions walking around in beskar and I love him ok). No longer is he a lone wolf fighting his way through the galaxy, now he's found his pack, his tribe, and he's able to open up to the possibility of having someone at his side.

Now, just as before, that person could be a fiery and bold or reserved and more delicate or anywhere in between. What I believe the theme here is his partner's sense of power. Whether that partner already feels a sense of empowerment or needs support to find it, Boba wants his cyare to appreciate everything that they are and will nurture his partner. It gives him pleasure to care for another, to be in a position to give rather than take, restore rather than destroy.

He is strong man, confident in his power, and wants the same for his partner. The sassy ones need a soft place to land and the shy ones need place to shine, and whichever end of the spectrum his beloved falls on, Daimyo Boba will happily provide them a safe haven.

I hope this coherent and what you were looking for anon 💕 for a shier, sensitive reader fic, I recommend @thirsty-boba-fett-posts Princess Saga series. It's beautiful and touching and isn't one of those stories where the protagonist is "fixed" by becoming an extrovert, but rather focuses on the character's growth and healing.

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[thateldribitch]

Update: Fixed that awful nose.

SO, I've been writing and reading a lot of the Yandere landscape for Lego Monkie Kid, namely @lopsushi 's Yandere Wukong and @zarinosa 's Yandere Macaque. They're both really interesting characters! Both have horrifying elements, and both have sympathetic elements. But I've always loved writing psychological horror and high emotion. Hence why I've had a lot of fun with Lopsushi's yandere boi.

Regardless, I've broken down into finally making my own XD THIS is God of Revenge Wukong--also known as Petty Bitch Wukong. I can't remember who called him that, but someone on Zar's server did.

I wanted to differentiate him from the current Yanderes, too! So his design is based on Macaque's theater outfit (hence the clouds) and you might also note he has the shadow lantern. There are... reasons, for this. <_< And not the ones you might think.

Anyway, here's a few basic characteristics of this bastard man:

Main characteristics: manipulative, methodical, patient, calculating.

He's polyamorous.

He doesn't often kill--he can, but death is just too quick.

He will ruin someone's life, get them to the point they want to die, and then trap them in the shadow lantern to suffer forever.

This man is excruciatingly patient, and will wait thousands of years to craft the perfect revenge. And when all the dominos fall, the target will be utterly and completely ruined.

This largely happens if someone messed with his lovers.

Yandere Behavior:

This Yandere is not a "lock them up and throw away the key" kind

Similar to how he'll set up the perfect revenge, he will set up the perfect way to bring a new lover into his harem.

He is very, very patient, and even if it takes centuries--he'll convince them to come to him, willingly.

He doesn't kidnap anyone; he doesn't lock anyone up. He just makes them want to be with him--usually through emotional manipulation.

But if I had to be honest--he's kind of like a cult leader in general mentality. Extremely charismatic, very smart, and very dangerous.

I've labeled him as a psychological horror character for a reason lol.

How He Treats His Lovers:

Wukong is actually very sweet to his lovers. They have freedom to come and go; the only important thing is they come back to him.

If any of them go missing for more than a day, he will immediately start searching for them.

He's very, very affectionate with all of his lovers and likes showering them in gifts and kisses.

He's kind of like a dragon, hoarding his gems close--and if anyone hurts them, then his wrath is immense.

He's very picky about any potential new spouse, and has thorough discussions with his lovers about anyone else he might be interested in.

He's never harmed any of his lovers.

He wears a ring for each lover he has.

How he treats other people:

Wukong almost constantly smiles--around his lovers, it's really sweet and loving; with anyone else, it's very fake and unnerving.

If he stops smiling--run.

Generally, he doesn't like talking to anyone outside of his harem. But if he has to, he's very cordial and polite. Almost passive aggressively so.

Mortals worship him as a God of Revenge, because if you invoke his name, he might settle a score for you--if you give him the proper offerings.

He's also venerated as a God of Love.

There's a bit of a scale of how fucked you are, a

You bad mouth him: Prepare to be sassed back; you're fine.

You bad mouth his lovers: Gossips probably gonna lose their jobs; but you'll probably live.

You treat his lovers poorly: Listen here Karen, you're losing your house; but you'll probably live.

You hurt his lovers: Yeah, nah, your life is destroyed; into the personal-hell lantern you go.

You severely injure one of his lovers: Out comes the staff, off goes your head.

You kill one of his lovers: Ÿ̶̳́̾̾̏͋̆͘͝͝o̷̢̹̣͕̺̰̤̞͋͆̿̅̉̉́͘ų̵̲͍̩͈̮̮͚̯̈́́͝ ̴̧̗̳̘̥̈̋̕ͅD̷̨̖̝̲͔͎̊́̈́͐̚͝ǒ̸̲̞͆̅̂̊̇ṅ̷̦̲̑̀͜'̶̼̯̟̞̏ṯ̶̛̌͗͒̍͗͑ ̵̡̪͈̜̘͔́̈̀͊̓͐̊͘͝D̷͕̾̓̅̾́͋͝ȩ̸͈̥̬̫̞̦̒̿͊̆͘̚s̶̢̡͍̝̭͈̆͋̐̊̇ẹ̷̮͌̒͘r̷̥̮̝̩͕͐͜v̷̦̾͒̍͐̆̄̚͝ẹ̶͕̖͈͕̱̹̔̎̃́̈̐̏͘ ̶̢̼̟̬̃̊̈́́͘̚͜T̵̢̬̯̫͓̤̣͆̿͗̇o̷̢̗̯͍̰̠̲̞̱̒͌ ̸̧̛̻͍͎̹͎͕̜́͐̒͗Ȩ̵̛̲̟̤̤̯͋̌̔́͂̕͝x̶̛͈̥̌̈́̄͑̀͆͠ͅi̶̫̟̲̦̽͌̏s̷͇͇̠̞͋̑̈͗͐̀͘t̶̡̗͚͎̼͔̟̤͔̋̆̇.̵̲̼́̄͊̽̕

Powers:

This Wukong doesn't often use his staff, unless he's planning on killing someone.

His main weapon is his brain, though he does still have a lot of brute strength.

Shapeshifting is largely used for espionage, and scouting out foreign situations.

He also likes using the people trapped in the shadow lantern to terrify potential targets.

Eventually, he does gain the ability to travel the multiverse--by accident. He was actually trying to make a time travel spell.

[mchlgayser]

𓂃⭑ᜊ: SASS ft trent alexander-arnold

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Okay first of all, this idea just kind of popped up in my head but I'm not complaining! Lol I came up with such a great idea *maliciously laughing*

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: cursing and bad actions

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

It was a hot sunny day, a well-perfect day to ruin your mood. To sum up the matter worse, you had promised your boyfriend you would come to his match today, not that you always don't but since you got your ticket booked late you couldn't manage to get the v.i.p benchers.

Not that you mind but ever since you and Trent publicized your relationship to the world and media, many of his fans hadn't take you seriously, you are a rising model star, fame and money are your mid name but what made the fans not very much fond of you is your poorly attitude and nastiness.

I mean, come on you are not that rude and vicious but due to your career, you are always with your resting bitch face 24/7. And nasty? Yes, you are a bit sassy, and you give rude remarks to rude interviewers but that's it, you are quite friendly to your fans but of course, it's the media that always point out your flaws. But do you care? No, you don't give a fuck.

Your relationship with Trent has always been sweet and nontoxic, those who know you both would say that you both have the perfect relationship anyone could ever ask for.

You are always in your 'I don't give a fuck' mode but today since you know you won't be able to be in the v.i.p you should at least lay low, not to attracts attention from his horny fans.

Right now, you are dressed in his jersey with a pair of jeans skirt that stopped right above your knees, you wore a pair of sneakers and even wore his grey cap and a mask. You didn't bother to wear makeup, partially because you wears a mask. You get your purse bag and a few important essentials and left afterwards.

You arrived at the place already on your way to your seat before you accidentally launch with three girls who are also on their way 'Hey watch it!' The brunette yelled, her other friends helping her as she accidentally poured some of the carbonated drink on her jersey 'Sorry,' you apologized, already marching to your seat but she pulled you back, intentionally dropping your cap and ruining your messy ponytail and your hair let loose, you gasped in disbelief 'Hey!'

'Oh my God! Are you who I thought you were? Y/n L/n?' She laughed while her other friends joined in 'God, it is you!' You take off your mask 'What if I am, Gosh just give me back the cap!' She throw it away to the crowds and snickered 'Oh looks like it went missing, sadly you gotta go and search for it.'

'Yeah no shit, the cap went missing just like your father did.' She gasped 'How dare you?!' You throw her one nasty look 'And please, what's the different between your father and your hairline? None, both missing.'

'And you, you got a stink and tangled hair like you bath rain puddle. And you, your laugh sounds like a hyena who just recovered from asthma. You should've thought twice before coming here and roasting me, you bunch of horny hoes.' You sassed, rolling your eyes at them

'And this is why you got so much hate on social medias, I wonder what Trent sees in you anyway! You are so rude!'

You give her a sarcastic laugh 'Who? Me, rude? You started it and please, it's people like you who would crumble down when you get a little hate on the internet, I don't give a damn about what other people said and what you did you said? What does Trent see in me? Probably something that you can't afford having, so peace out whores.'

She went blazing mad, eyes fuming with anger, her two other friends are embarrassed enough that so many people are eyeing them and whispering 'Just so you know, once this shit got viral, I won't be the only one who got the hates, you three will too and as for me it was something that I used to. So I hope you booked a therapist just in case you got depression or something.' You gave them one last look and left for your seat.

-

The match ended with Liverpool winning the game, you are more than happy that your boyfriend got to prove himself again by doing amazing assists and scoring one goal against the opponent team. He found you as soon as the match ended, he mouthed and motioned you to meet him after that and you did.

He was smiling when he sees you, inviting you in for a long and warm hug 'Okay, to be frank, I saw you fighting with three of my fans.' You groan in frustration 'You just had to mock me!' He chuckles wrapping an arm around you to caress your back 'Someone recorded it and it went viral rapidly! They got your convo from a to z.'

You broke the hug and crashed one brow at him 'Really? So it's like my name is clean now innit? I mean I wasn't in the wrong at all!' He laughs harder, pressing his face to your neck 'Multiple people praised you for your quick remarks! I assume they liked it!' You snort 'They better be!'

trentupdates

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trentupdates model @yourusername is spotted on trent's game tonight, she was caught on camera fighting with three fans

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fans1 what she did was 100% reasonable, they were harassing her when she absolutely did nothing wrong

fans2 I love her more for calling them out like that

fans3 replied the dad ones tho 💀💀

fans2 replied ...honestly serve them right

fightingfan2 @fightingfan1 this is all ur fucking fault

[creepypastalover97]

Time for another creepypasta au headcannon

Today’s headcannon is about Tim/Masky.

Just to clarify, I know marble hornets has nothing to do with creepypasta. And I also know that Masky and even hoodie are not proxies. But I love them so I’m involving them.

Warning ⚠️: mention of suicide.

Any let’s get on with the headcannons

Here we go

. I’ll elaborate on this at some later date but Tim, Brian weren’t proxies during the events of Marble Hornets, only afterwards.

. There’s no real difference between Tim and Masky anymore. Due to Slender Man turning him into a proxy “Masky” is just Tim wearing a mask instead of a separate personality altogether. Everybody uses the names “Tim” and “Masky” interchangeably and Tim will answer to Masky when he’s not even wearing the mask.

. He has schizophrenia, sometimes has seizures ( or used to anyway) anger issues, and like toby he also has amnesia.

. Tim’s strong as fuck. He can lift people up and throw them with very little effort. He’s picked up Jeff and thrown him headfirst into a dumpster before. He’d do it again.

. He’s not the most logical at times, but is fairly rational.

. Tim’s salty as fuck and sasses everyone. EVERYONE. This man has guts to even talk back to Slenderman.

. He gets easily annoyed by the others sometimes, because they can just be so ridiculous.

“2 am is not the time to climb a tree, Kate”-masky

. As I’m sure half the fandom has joked about by now, he has the strongest sideburn game.

. He's a natural heavyweight

. Masky has quite the dad bod. What I mean by this is, he's bulky. His muscles aren't heavily defined, but they're there, especially in his arms.

. He is n o t a morning person. At all. Try and wake him up before 9 and you’re signing your death warrant.

. He runs on caffeine and pure spite.

. His wardrobe consists nearly entirely of jeans, flannels and maybe a few plain tshirts

. Tim is very musically inclined. He can play guitar, bass guitar, ukulele, and piano. He also so sings, however he keeps all of this to himself because he is not a performer and refuses to play for anyone.

. he is currently a poly and is in a relationship with hoodie and skully (jay did die in my au, I will explain how and why he is alive at a later date)

. Knows a lot about cars

. Masky is actually a victim in the mansion and do mental breakdowns often because the others are just horrible with him cause it's so goddamn funny to watch him suffer-

Masky: “WILSON!!!SLOW DOWN!!SLOW THE F*** DOWN!

Wilson the basher fast and furious-ing though the woods

Wilson the basher: “ alright mr. panic at the everywhere you need to relax. Relaxing music?”

Starts blasting death metal trough the van’s speakers

Masky: “ THIS IS NOT SOOTHING! THIS IS MADNESS!!!!”

Wilson the basher: “ oh don’t worry I have a special song for you”

Proceeds to put on the gummy bear song and starts head banging.

Masky:”AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

. This guy has some massive bed head when he does wake up. I mean it looks like he got electrocuted it sticks up in every direction but it’s really soft and fluffy.

. This guy drinks his coffee black. No cream, no sugar, nada.

. Likes sunflowers.

. Smokes when he’s stressed. He hates when he’s chasing a victim and loses his breath, and coughs a lot.

. Every year Tim makes his new year’s resolution “quit smoking” and every year he ruins it by smoking literally the next day.

. Tim has a small collection of very expensive colognes ( of which he stole.) he prefers the expensive, strong smelling ones because it distracts people from the stench of cigarettes that constantly follows him.

. He cant STAND Toby, Cody, and Circe(partially, can't completely not stand her, because the kid looks up to him as a father figure), he always thinks that they shouldn't be proxies . Not because they’re annoying, but because they’re young. He also can’t stand how enthusiastic they are about killing.

. Toby is the one who started the rumors that Tim/Masky is obsessed with cheesecake, he did it to mock Masky’s build. Masky got toby back by spreading rumors that toby is obsessed with waffles.

. While he vehemently despises cheesecake with all his heart he does have a favorite food: pineapple pizza. He is positively obsessed with pineapple pizza and Hoodie is more disturbed by this than when Tim literally murdered him.

. Masky has a tiny (big)fear of dogs. He hopped into one of his targets backyard and ended up getting chased by a huge Great Dane. He now makes Hoodie go in first when hopping fences. Dogs love that man. Tis very strange.

. He can read emotions and teleport (powers he developed while being a proxy to the slenderman.)

. He can be overprotective over people he truly cares about. Like really overprotective. Not letting anything happen to them.

Though first you need to earn his trust and then he will give world to you.

. He vibes to Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect.

. Masky for whatever, reason is scarily good at calculating percentages without the use of a calculator. He basically is the calculator. He’ll just be like:

“Oh yes, there’s a 76.632% chance that lady falling off the CN tower”-Masky

And he’s right. Every. Fucking. Time.

Even hoodie has no idea how he does it, but within 2 seconds he’ll have the exact answer, and it’s funny because he failed math classes when he was still in the hospital.

Bonus: he failed math on purpose to annoy his teachers.

. Still kinda has… issues with his leg. Sometimes wears a brace.

. hates if anyone mentions anything about his height since he’s one of the shortest of the male proxies . He is 5′6 tall.

. Masky owns a red truck with four seats, and he loves that truck so much.

. He makes lots of dad jokes and chuckles at them.

. Whenever he leaves for a few minutes he usually comes back to toby breaking a bone, x-virus passed out, Kate and Brian confused, rouge gone, Wilson crying over the fact rouge is gone, and Circe just recording all of this to post on TikTok.

Does he react?

No cuz he is the definition of everything is fine meme.

. Post- marble hornets Tim freaked out when the Slenderman came to collect him. Tim at the time did not know that the operator and the Slenderman were separate entities. So he assumed the Slenderman was the operator. In attempt to avoid being under the control of who he thought was the operator, he tried to shoot himself in the head with a pistol. A course the Slenderman man stopped him by knocking him out and proceeded to take him back to the slender mansion.

. He was hella confused when he found out hoodie was still alive but happy that his friend was alive. Turns out slenderman had found hoodie and brought him back to the mansion as well.

. Masky still has a hard time believing that the slender man and the operator are not the same being. Tho there are times he sees proof that they are not the same.

Slenderman carrying Circe: “ I have adopted a another human. And I have apple juice.”- slenderman

Masky: “ you what?”

Slenderman: “ I got more apple juice”

Masky:” yeah, let’s pretend that’s what I was talking about “

. He was never allowed to have sweets as a kid, some of the pasta’s think that’s why he’s so bitter all the time.

. Some believe that Masky has forgotten his past when he was still just”Tim” and only knows the life of a proxy but that is false. Masky remembers jay and Alex and his past as Timothy wright. He feels immense guilt over what happened to Alex’s film crew. He still thinks it’s his fault that the Operator began stalking the Marble Hornets cast. He also blames himself for Jay’s death.

. Every once in a while he checks up on Jessica to make sure she’s safe (don’t worry, she is). He tried getting BEN to do it for him but all he did was spread a rumor around the Mansion that Tim had a girlfriend. Tim retaliated by flushing BEN’s cartridge down the toilet.

Overall Tim/Masky just wants peace, but he’s not getting that anytime soon.

Well I hope you liked it.

P.s. just know this is a au, not every thing is canon. So don’t hate. If you don’t like it, go somewhere else, thank you. Bye 👋🏻

P.s.s. Go check out circe’s origin story on archive of our own. It’s called rabbits are not what they seem.

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by @cassiaratheslytherpuff

You have probably read some of Cassiara’s amazing long fics before - like Blue Roses or her recent advent What I Want - as they (happily!) got a lot more buzz than the ones I’m gonna mention in this post. Go check her wonderful AO3 collection here, but if you’re looking for something short and juicy sweet, don’t worry: I listed my personal faves below, and they could all get more love and attention. I’ll admit I don’t have the heart for unhappy endings these days (and damn, does she deliver heart wrenching angst!) so this selection is mostly dedicated to happy, fun and smutty treats that make my heart sigh and giggle, perfect weekend reads! For the thirsty rare pair shippers out there let me tell you, Cassiara not only delivers top notch Drarry smut but explores masterfully two of my very favourite rare pairs: Harry/Ron and Harry/Charlie, they’re all excellent and I feel personally attacked spoiled by those delicious kinky vibes! I promise you’ll find something to meet your fic tastes among these stories full of sass, feels and steam 🔥 go forth and happy Friday!

Drarry:

Velvet and Consent (2019, E, 4k) - good guy Vampire!Draco seducing our none the wise Auror Harry, this is everything I need in my life. Super hot biting smut!

Harry planned for a boring evening of interviewing Vampires. Of course, Draco Malfoy managed to ruin even the best laid plans.

Things Unknown but Longed for Still (2021, E, 29k) - angsty boys falling in love! This is a gorgeous h/c slow burn with secret identity, lots of texting, supportive friends and delicious hot smut (hair pulling my beloved!). Cw: mental health issues

Harry feels trapped by the unwanted fame he received after the war. Everyone has an expectation of who he is before they meet him, and they all want a piece of the famous Harry Potter. Feeling unable to connect to anyone and imprisoned in the life of someone he doesn’t recognise as himself, Harry turns to Ron and Hermione who set him up on an anonymous dating site and helps him find a place to escape. Free from all the expectations placed on him Harry starts to heal, and the anonymous man he meets on the dating site shows him love might not be as impossible as he’d feared.

Rare pairs:

Let Me Look (2019, E, 1k) - I’m dead and buried with this Harry/Charlie public sex + voyeur Ron, short and hot and brilliant, this left me salivating for more 💦 and in fact, there IS MORE! Check the Harry/Ron sequel here, you’re welcome

“Fuck me?” Harry asks, grinding his hips against Charlie’s.

Impact (2019, E, 3.6k) - scorching Harry/Ron! Fuck buddies, aromantic Harry, spanking, enthusiastic consent! It’s all in here folks 🔥

Ron opens the bag and pulls out a black leather paddle, and Harry groans at the sight of it.

Use My Last Breath (to say I love you) (2020, E, 6k) - one of my favourite Harry/Charlie fics, deliciously hot and sweet! POV Harry smut with established relationship, breath play and aftercare yes please 🔥

Harry loves the way Charlie's hands feel around his neck. He's not sure how to feel about the tiny dragon or the long-distance relationship.

[baejax-the-great]

For the questions for authors game! Can I ask 14., 18. and 19.? :))

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Listen the thing is I wouldn't be stuck with those two characters, they would be stuck with me, you know? And I can't do that to my faves, they don't deserve that. So I choose Cerberus who could just eat me if I annoyed him and Charon, because he has his own boat.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

I loved my Herais chapter in Void

Things have been going wrong at the temple ever since Basileios arrived. First it was the flower petals that didn’t seem to come from anywhere. True, the head priestess called them a gift from the goddess, a sign that spring will end their long winter at last, but she wasn’t the one who had to sweep them up every day. They made Herais sneeze constantly. This was nothing compared to the nosebleeds everyone was suddenly having. No warning, no explanation, just nosebleeds, and all their fine, white chitons were being ruined by it. When she wasn’t sweeping, Herais was doing the washing, and her hands were chapped bloody. Didn’t really matter when the laundry water already ran red. “Another gift from the goddess?” Herais had asked as the head priestess grabbed her nose and cursed, and she’d gotten her knuckles rapped for that and had to add mopping blood stains to her chores after all the petal-sweeping and washing. Then, and Herais could not be certain this one was related, the dried up river had run so fast and so hard it had overflown its banks and flooded part of town. It was the wrong season for that, if that river hadn’t been dry and dead already, and the old women who came to the temple to make offerings said the water had run red. Pretty little flower petals can hardly make up for any of that. But the priestesses said that Basileios was Hera’s chosen.|Herais doubts this. How could he be chosen with a name like Basileios? And shouldn’t he be handsome? And the son of some god or other? All the heroes in the stories were. He looks very plain to her, no golden hair at all. And why had the pomegranate tree in the courtyard withered and died so suddenly on his arrival? She knows better than to express these thoughts to anyone, so she keeps on sweeping and mopping, and she watches from a window as the pomegranate tree is chopped up and its roots pulled from the ground and she says nothing of the iron tang she tastes in the air or when the sap oozes out from under their axes in a deep, rich red.

Mortals barely factor into Hades game, but it was fun to think of how Zagreus's 'soul' being imprisoned against his will on the surface would affect them. It was also fun to write from the perspective of a young girl being unimpressed with the miracles she's experiencing, and then seeing Thanatos in all his terrifying godhood. Sure, we know him as a pathetic sad man who doesn't know how to talk about his feelings, but to her, he's 12 feet tall and Death personified. It seemed the best way to contrast him seeking vengeance on the surface compared to his then desperate attempt to revive Zagreus down below.

19. Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

Honestly I find Zagreus a challenge. I feel like my characterization for him is all over the place sometimes, and my voice for him isn't nearly as consistent as some others. I'm not really sure why. I love that little man.

As for easiest... Hades game Patroclus's voice is one I can hear so clearly in my head. I adore him. I love his sad sack monologues. I love his sass. Trying to combine that version of him with the young, more tsoa version of him for Gold has been a challenge, but I love this snarky guy.

[ruki--mukami]

❆ henlo jas i have come to give you appreciation:

Y’KNOW! when first getting into DL, Ruki was like?? not a FAVOURITE, but not a character i didn’t like either. i didn’t particularly think to much of him. UNTIL—

i read your portrayal of him. FOR SOME REASON— the way that you write specifically. the way you convey his character. wonderful. spectacular. is so?? compelling?? DEF DRAWS A PERSON IN.

so now everyday i wake up like “ooooo i wonder what shenanigans rooks is gonna get up to on the dash.”

and thats thanks to you 😎 ANYWAYS FORGIVE ME FOR THE RANDOM APPRECIATION. I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW I ADORE YOUR CONTENT 💪😎 AND EVERYTHING YOU DO 😩 PLEASE BE SURE TO TAKE CARE YOURSELF 🗣🗣 ❆

🧩 OMG WHIN IN MY ASK BOX, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS—

First I just want to say thank you so much for your kind words, from the bottom of my heart. T_T Writing has always been a passion of mine to some degree, but before this blog I never wrote much of anything fictional. In fact, the last time I did any kind of roleplaying was probably 10 years ago if you exclude this blog, so I totally thought it would flop due to my rustiness LMAO. Instead, I made so many wonderful friends on here including yourself and I could not be more grateful for it. Every day I'm trying to improve my language and technique and it's been such a blast exploring that through, hands down, my favorite comfort character of all time. It's definitely entertaining for me to think of how he would react to certain situations, interact with all kinds of people, and problem solve his way out of things. 🧩

WARNING: MAJOR RUKI SIMPERY AHEAD because I just don't know when to stop I guess.

Okay someone stop me because I know I'm going to go on a long Ruki spiel that no one asked for—

Honestly, being indifferent to Ruki is a pretty reasonable conclusion to arrive at for the standard DL fan, assuming you have not read all of his routes, drama CD's, tokutens, etc. like most people probably haven't. The anime only shows a glimpse of his character that doesn't even do him justice, and his first route (MB) barely scratches the surface as well imo. I'll try to keep this short since my Ruki simpery is off the charts, but the breadth of his character for me stems from Dark Fate and Lost Eden which, I assume, most don't really delve that far unless Ruki is already one of your biases.

Basically what I'm trying to say is—I think you flatter me too much because I kind of just take everything I know about his character + how I envision him to act in my head and just… write from there, I guess. HAHAHA. Truth be told I was convinced when I made this blog, people would think my portrayal of Ruki is too exaggerated (which, ngl, he totally is for my own entertainment LMAO) or too sadistic for his own good. BUT violence and torture aside, it's one of my goals of this blog to spread my love for the character and make other people see why he is so dear to my heart.

Too often have I seen people mistake Ruki for someone who is overly serious, dull, or no fun at all. But to me, that couldn't be further from the truth. Anyone who plays through his routes would know that he has some of the biggest snark and sass I've seen of ANY OF THE DL BOYS. Seriously, the cutting edge this man has… OOF. IT HITS HARDER WHEN HE'S ALREADY INTELLIGENT AND KNOWS WHERE IT HURTS MOST TOO. Yes, he is strict, stoic, maybe a bit too aloof for most people's tastes, BUT HE'S ALSO SUPER WITTY, SURPRISINGLY CHARMING, AND HE JUST SOMEHOW GIVES OFF THIS JUXTAPOSING AURA OF "I WANT TO RUIN YOUR LIFE" + "I WANT TO PROTECT YOU AND CARE FOR YOU" and I jUST—GFHFGKHFG okay you can argue probably all of the boys give off that kind of vibe??? But still??

The whole backstory of Ruki being the eldest who leads his brothers despite knowing he is the forbidden choice who should not be chosen, [SPOILERS CROSSED OUT] despite the person he respects so much being the same reason for his own trauma and downfall , and being arguably the most closed off, cold-hearted of all the boys eventually opening up to you and being vulnerable around you? IT DOESN'T GET MORE REWARDING THAN THAT.

It's the reason why I make him quite the sadistic vamp and try to add a cutting wit as sharp as his own fangs in every single reply I write. That's what I take from his character and luckily for me, being someone who knows a lot of idioms and ambiguous sayings with room for double meanings, there is so much for me to work with to go above and beyond the Ruki you would read in say, an English translation of his dialogue, if that makes sense? Probably most of what I'm saying right now doesn't register unless you have Ruki for brains like I do but bottom line is: I love this man too much for my own good that I had to make a blog of him portraying him the way he practically lives in my head rent free.

And you don't know how elated I am that it's more than just the inner fangirling of a crazed Ruki lunatic. I'm so happy that others like this portrayal of him as much as they do... It all feels so surreal to me.

So, yes, when you mention Rooks and his shenanigans... I ask myself the same thing every day too when I first wake up. I wonder what my man will encounter today and what other crazy madness he's gonna stir up on tumblr dot com HAHAHAHAHA. I can only hope it is entertaining for all who happen to stumble across it and dedicate the time to read my posts. T_T <3 Thank you for enjoying the character thanks to how I write him. It means more than you know.

And please take care of yourself as well, Whin. I see how hard you work and it doesn't go unnoticed. We all need breathers from writing even if it's a fun hobby, or so I like to tell myself.

Thanks for coming to my simp talk.

[micaiahsdawn]

Last group for FE4, holy shit, I didn't mean to make so many for this game but my brain saw Milethos right next to Thracia and went OFF. This last group is a big family of 6, and also a bit of a work in progress. Mainly because I'm debating where 2 characters end up.

Meet "My disappointment is immeasurable and my day life is ruined."

Noboru Bhutan Clement: Black hair + black eyes, Baroness/Marchioness of Clement, former Isaach noble, and former sword fighter, mama bear, spoils her kids but isn't afraid to discipline them, hard to get mad, fleed Isaach after her family was framed, eventually clears her name and tries to establish friendly ties between Thracia and Isaach. Befriended Arya and Shannan, told them of her own kids. Died during the war before she successfully allied Isaach and Thriaca

Faron Alex Clement: Blond hair + gold eyes, Baroness/Marquess of Clement, former Milethos noble, and axe fighter, went into a self exile after a scandal in Peruluke, a remorseful man who tries to be good for his kids, puts family above everything, eventually reconciles with his family and helpes Dianthus smuggle goods to Thracia, however he is caught and imprisoned in Gannvale where Dianthus assassinates him to cover her tracks 

Clorinde Verde Rohan: Black hair + black eyes, Marquess of Rohan, former heir of Clement, oldest sibling, highest magic resistance, spear user. Very calm and elegant, intense drive to do her family proud and be a good role model for her siblings, shows her affection in small gestures, eventually flees the continent with Alexandrite to protect her youngest nephew during Loptr's rise to power 

Lupine: Clorinde wyvern, gold with green eyes, largest, best tracker, extremely expressive and prideful, he will sass anyone who isn't Clorinde

Saoirse Carol Dain: Black hair + gold eyes. Current Queen of Thracia, wife of Travant and mother of Arion, inverted minor Bragi, complete magic immunity, sword user, a genius from a low ranking house, became a queen and mother at a very young age, socially awkward and closed off as a result, but genuinely cares for her family, self sacrificial habits, ruthless and effective, took over Thracian underground and stokepiled jewels for future income, gave birth to her second son, Trevor, at 20 and sent him away due to the rising Loptr Cult, eventually died by her own hand once the future of Thracia was secured 

Ciel: Saoirse wyvern, black with blue eyes, fastest, energetic and often acts more like a dog than a wyvern, he was released into the wild after Saoirse sustained a permanent injury in Agusutria defending Travant from Quan

Dion Achilles Clement: Thracian general, Saoirse older brother, second highest magic resistance, highest defence, axe + spear, Thracian general, reckless, energetic, and prideful, values family above all else, constantly worries for his sisters' safety, doesn't get along well with Travant, always fighting to make money, always makes it out alive with a new scar, followed Saoirse into the royal court to protect her, stays in Thracia during the Loptr Rein, dies by Leif's hand after refusing to surrender

Blaise: Dion wyvern, black with gold eyes, strongest, also the laziest, always falls asleep, dies alongside her rider

Alexandrite Pascal Clement: youngest son, least magic resistant, sniper, innocent, kind and patient, fast learner, but doesn't understand why diplomacy fails do much, idolizes Saoirse and Clorinde, clashes with Dion a lot, trusts easily but never fully, only 13 when the Loptr Cult rises to power, flees with Clorinde and Trevor 

Blanca: Alex wyvern, white with red eyes, most agile, also the angriest, short temper and impatient, she only listens to Alex

OKAY i'm finally back!! sorry it took a couple hours!!

one: LOVE big families. two: i might die for saoirse. she sounds like such a cool character!!!!!

[lowtaxsa]

Simulation Awful Presents: Airships! Just When You Thought They Were Out of Hot Air

Greetings, my lovely and totally unprepared readers! Lowtax here, with another steaming, stinking pile of stupid. Seriously, the things I read for your amusement should be considered a form of self-abuse, but here we are. Today, I've dragged the ever-so-hilarious Tanya von Degurechaff, our resident technical genius (and sass queen), into the fray to help me dissect and ridicule the latest idiocy: cargo airships. Yes, you read that right, somebody out there thinks airships are a legitimate solution to modern logistics. Buckle up, kids, this is going to be a bumpy ride!

According to the fever dream of a blog post written by Eli Dourado, titled "Bring Back the Cargo Airship!", there's apparently a need for these lumbering, flying monstrosities. I mean, who needs supersonic jets or hyperloops when we can just float our cargo through the sky like a wayward Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon? Tanya, my dear, would you like to weigh in?

Tanya: Oh, Lowtax, where do I begin? It's as if this Dourado character's time machine got stuck in the 1930s. It's like they saw the Hindenburg disaster and thought, "Yeah, that's the future right there." I'm sorry, but I can't take anyone seriously who thinks massive, slow-moving airships are the pinnacle of modern technology.

Lowtax: Right? But wait, it gets worse. Dourado claims that cargo airships will be the savior of rural areas, you know, because roads and airplanes apparently can't do that. I guess he thinks the Amish are just itching for an airship fleet. And for some reason, he envisions a future where cargo airships will be used for "high-priority, time-sensitive cargo." Tanya, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't airships slower than a sloth on tranquilizers?

Tanya: You're not wrong, Lowtax. A cargo ship would laugh at the idea of these airships even remotely keeping up with it. And let's not even talk about the energy efficiency of these glorified parade floats. The power-to-weight ratio is utterly abysmal.

Lowtax: I'd say it's about as energy-efficient as a Bigfoot convention at a solar-powered stadium. And let's not forget the minor detail that airships are, I don't know, kind of a massive target? It's like putting a "Shoot me!" sign on a pile of money and expecting it to be safe.

Tanya: Exactly. It's like painting a bullseye on the side of a blimp and then being shocked when it gets taken out by a rogue bird. Not to mention the issues with turbulence and maneuverability. I don't know about you, but I don't want my Amazon Prime packages coming via a method that has the aerodynamic grace of a brick in a wind tunnel.

Lowtax: Dourado goes on to claim that cargo airships will be more environmentally friendly, due to their "lighter-than-air" nature. I'm no scientist, but I'm pretty sure that just because something is full of helium doesn't mean it's not a gigantic, fuel-guzzling abomination.

Tanya: It's a laughable assertion, Lowtax. The sheer amount of energy required to keep these bloated monstrosities airborne would be astronomical. And, as you mentioned, the helium situation isn't exactly a bottomless well. I wouldn't be surprised if this plan single-handedly depleted our helium reserves, leaving the world's children without balloons for their birthday parties. Way to ruin childhood, Dourado!

Lowtax: But of course, Dourado wouldn't be the first to introduce terrible ideas and not think of the consequences. He's practically a poster child for bad decision-making. And speaking of terrible decisions, he also seems to think these airships would be useful for humanitarian aid. Because nothing screams "emergency response" like a sluggish, cumbersome airship, right?

Tanya: I can just imagine it now, Lowtax. A cargo airship slowly floating towards a disaster-stricken area while people on the ground are desperately yelling, "Hurry up, we need help!" and the airship is just like, "I'm going as fast as I can!" It's the perfect solution for people who want to feel like they're doing something without actually accomplishing anything.

Lowtax: It's like the superhero of uselessness. "Look! Up in the sky! It's...a bird? A plane? No, it's Cargo Airship, here to save the day...next week, maybe!" And you know what? I'd almost forgive all this if there was some kind of silver lining, like, say, these airships being cheap to produce. But nope! Dourado estimates that it would cost around $40 million to build one. That's like funding a small country's space program to develop a colossal, floating disaster.

Tanya: For that kind of money, you could buy a fleet of helicopters, cargo planes, or even invest in developing better, faster transportation solutions. But no, let's spend it on giant, inflatable blimps because that's clearly the smartest option.

Lowtax: If by "smartest," you mean "most comically absurd," then yes, I totally agree. You know what, Tanya? I think we've given this article more than enough of our precious time. I can only handle so much idiocy in one day.

Tanya: I couldn't agree more, Lowtax. It's been an absolute delight tearing apart this ridiculously misguided proposal with you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some actual work to do, like designing technology that doesn't belong in a slapstick comedy routine.

And there you have it, folks, another fantastically ludicrous idea torn to shreds by yours truly, Lowtax, and the ever-witty Tanya von Degurechaff. Be sure to tune in next time when we tackle another harebrained scheme that's so dumb, it makes cargo airships look like a stroke of genius. Until then, stay sarcastic, my friends!

[justabigsofty]

Ok so, I downloaded the dating apps trying to find someone

And at this very new idea of talking to real people about my kink side is terrifying? But also I think I’m kind of ready? Like I don’t want to be seen as but at the same time who gives a fuck?

Anyway, I’ve never had sex and I’ve never been in a long term relationship kinky or otherwise and so I’ve been trying to articulate what I’m looking for in a kink relationship.

Which lead me to googling ‘what kind of sub am I’ which yielded hilarious terrible quiz results. But I did get a better idea of how I’d explain it.

So I am very much a sub, I don’t think I have a single (sexual) dominant bone in my body. But I’m not the kind of person who is just going to be a submissive for anyone who glowers at me. And while I would like some soft domination outside of the bedroom (yes make me take my meds and drink water) at this point it’d all stay in the bedroom. Maybe we could look a more daily dynamic but not right away if we’re dating as well.

Which leads me to the idea of maybe trying submissive training? Getting into a relationship that is solely about BDSM so I can learn and explore. The only problem with that being that I think I’d catch feelings. And that’s a can of worms I don’t wish to deal with if I am being honest.

What I am looking for specifically in a dominant is a few things. Calm inside and outside of the bedroom, no flying into rage or that kind of a thing. Cuddly as well, I will happily be pulled in for cuddles at any time of the day. I’d also like them to be physically able to throw me around as well (but this isn’t a deal breaker). Tell me how sweet and good I am how badly to want to ruin me. But I really want someone who is comfortable and thrives in a caretaker role. Obviously I know caretakers cannot be in a caretaker role 24/7 but someone who is inclined to take care of me is probably the number one thing I’m looking for.

As for the type of submissive I am well. I think a good boy is probably the best term if I had to label it. I’m not a brat, and outside of role-play I don’t really want to fight back or sass back. But it would need me to respect someone a lot to see that side of me. Because if you tell me to kneel I will and I will love doing it as well. Outside of the bedroom I want to be cared for. Having someone to report to about my well-being and being held accountable is amazing for me. I yearn for that kind of control. But again I think I’d wait until later in the relationship for it to a regular part of the dynamic

[fangirlovestuff]

Always you - Steve Rogers x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! churned out this 9k word story in two days because I was very inspired. as always, feel free to tell me your thoughts at the end! also, please heed the tags! there are some warnings, but I also want to repeat that steve is the main love interest in this story, not bucky, the relationship between bucky and reader is in the past and they're good friends, don't want anyone getting disappointed because of the tags. now, on to the story! I honestly had a blast writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it!<3

summary: You've met Steve and Bucky in middle school. Now, at Bucky's wedding, some important information is revealed, and some important realizations are made in its wake. Steve was your first crush, Bucky was your first boyfriend. You three have stayed friends through it all, but now, when your best-friend-with-benefits Steve asks for your help, will the dynamic shift?

word count: 9.1k

warnings / tags: childhood friends to friends with benefits to lovers, high school au (some of it), fake dating, wedding, civil breakups, briefly alludes to smut multiple times, cheating (not a main character but is mentioned), responsible alcohol consumption, stucky x reader friendship, steve is the main love interest!! this story really has so many tropes and i regret nothing<3

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This was wrong. You knew it was wrong, could feel the bit of dread surging in your stomach at the prospect of someone finding out, especially one someone in particular. But your thoughts melted away, and that dread gave way to something else, a pleasure that just felt right.

You were panting for a few moments, catching your breath before swiftly getting up to slip back into your dress.

"C'mon," you heard Steve whine from the bed. "They won't notice if we take a few more minutes. Let's take a shower," he suggested, sitting up.

You sighed. "Stevie, as much as that idea is appealing, we gotta get out there." You looked around the room in search of your bra, which you located tossed on the floor on Steve's side of the bed. "Can you gimmie that?" you gestured at it.

Steve picked it up, but instead of tossing it to you, he simply looked at you expectantly, as if asking you to reconsider his offer. You glared back at him, motioning for him to hand over the garment.

After a quick staredown, you sighed and made your way to Steve's side, who got up quickly and held the bra high and out of your reach.

"Oh come on," you grunted while jumping up trying to reach it, "stop being such a dick."

From the smirk on his face, you had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say.

"You lo-" Steve could barely get a word out before you punched his arm forcefully, rolling your eyes. He gasped in hurt, lowering his arm to rub at the spot, and you quickly snatched the bra out of his hand, knowing there's no way it actually hurt him.

You put it on and shrugged the sleeves of your dress on again, smirking when you heard him grumble something about "not fair" and then the shuffling of him putting on his clothes again.

Making your way over to him, you turned your back to him and gathered your hair away in a silent request he understood immediately, zipping up your dress gently, being careful as he's ripped a few of your zippers before. You turned back, smiling at him in thanks, before making your way to the mirror.

"Damn it, Steven! I told you not to ruin my hair!" you whined, seeing the ruffled state your previously meticulous hairdo was in.

He rolled his eyes and stopped buttoning his shirt. Huffing, he handed you the hair gel you always used.

"Thanks. And get dressed," you swatted his butt as he went to retrieve his suit jacket.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he sassed back, shrugging on the jacket and getting his shoes.

You salvaged your hair as much as you could, slipping your heels back on. "Ready?" you asked.

"Yeah," he sighed, grabbing the keycard and ushering you out of the room.

As you both waited for the elevator, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "you know, it's not too late to regret it an-"

You slammed your shoulder into his side before he could complete the sentence, making him laugh, in turn making a grin spring onto your face.

"Classic Rogers," you rolled your eyes teasingly, "Should've known weddings would make you horny, you big sap."

"Pfffft, whatever."

"See? You have no actual retort!" you said gleefully as you stepped into the elevator side by side.

When you got to the hall, you thankfully weren't too late, as the rehearsal dinner was just starting. You quickly took your places, waving to Bucky, who was sitting at the head of the table with Natasha.

"About time," he mouthed at them, and they both shrugged apologetically. As his best people (because Bucky insisted he couldn't choose between his best friends), you should've probably shown up early rather than late to the rehearsal dinner, but at least you weren't very late. Small victories.

"Okay," Bucky rose up from his chair, taking Natasha's hand and helping her up as well before grabbing his glass of champagne, clinking it with a fork. Once he got everyone's attention, he smiled, satisfied. You fondly noticed he was probably elated at the fancy way he did it, the nerd that he was.

"We wanted to thank you all for being here with us," he continued, "and helping us make our dream ceremony come true."

"We can't wait to celebrate with all of you tomorrow," Natasha smiled elegantly, "and we thank you all for being here today, tonight, and throughout the entire journey."

"To Bucky and Natasha!" Steve raised his glass.

"To Bucky and Natasha!" everyone repeated.

As you toasted your glass against Steve's, he sent a big beaming smile your way, and you couldn't help but smile back and whisper, "sap."

He kicked your leg under the table, and you hid your giggle behind your champagne glass.

The dinner went on nicely, and you made some conversation with Yelena, Natasha's sister, who was also her maid of honor. She was a hell of a woman, and your conversation flowed freely until she eventually excused herself to go chat with Nat's other bridesmaids, Wanda and Laura, Clint's wife. Clint was Natasha's best friend, but had given up bridesmaid duty, saying Laura would look way better than him in a dress. Bucky and Clint had got on splendidly, and you and Steve often teased him about ditching you both for Clint and Natasha, to which Bucky would only chuckle, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around each of you, promising you wouldn't get rid of him that easily.

You were striking up a conversation with Steve as you heard a warm greeting coming your way, right before registering who it was coming from.

"Rebecca Barnes!" you grinned, "how are you, darling?"

"I'm great!" Becca smiled back as she wrapped her arms around you, and then Steve, in a quick hug. "Traffic was insane. I wish I would've postponed that meeting," she sighed. "I can't believe I missed Bucky's speech."

"Well, at least you're here now," you comforted, "besides, you didn't miss much, just Stevie tearing up, but that's obvious," you added, sending a wink Steve's way.

"Awwww, really?" Becca grinned, picking up on the teasing, "how sweet."

"What can I say?" Steve sighed wistfully, "I'm a sensitive guy. Romantic, for sure. Sweet, and smart, and handso-"

"That's enough," you rolled your eyes as he sent you a playful grin.

"You two are the cutest," Becca smiled. "I'm so glad you finally got together."

Finally?

"We're not together," Steve and you chuckled in unison.

"Oh, really? It's just, neither of you brought a date, so I just assumed… sorry," Becca said. An awkward silence settles between the three of you for a few seconds before Steve found a topic change.

"So, Becca, how was that important meeting of yours?"

And as they were both discussing it, you sent Steve a small, grateful smile, before slipping away back to the table to get yourself something to drink.

George and Winnifred Barnes were sitting at the table, chatting idly with Bucky and Natasha.

"Sweetie, I haven't had a chance to talk to you yet today!" Winnie waved you over, and you chuckled as you sat down next to them all. A second mother to you, Winnie Barnes was always looking out for you and Steve, as well as her four other children, and you've grown to love her endlessly for it.

"How are you? Excited to give your baby away?" you asked her cheekily as you sat down.

"Oh, you have no idea. George and I were so worried he'd live in the basement till he was thirty, with all his little science projects," Winnie replied just as cheekily, making you laugh heartily in reply, along with George and Natasha.

Bucky just rolled his eyes affectionately, as he was used to this kind of treatment, and knew you were all proud of him. He was a mechanical engineer, and a bit of a nerd, so it really was a little surprising when he managed to catch the eye of a woman as elegant and intelligent as Natasha, who was an architect and a powerhouse. Well, not that surprising to you, since you've been the first to fall for the Barnes charm, but surprising to the rest of the people who knew him. Nevertheless, Bucky would be the first man to wholeheartedly admit his luck finding someone as incredible as Natasha.

"What about you dear," Winnie smiled knowingly, "Planning on settling down yourself? Maybe with someone in particular?"

She gestured with her head and you followed her line of sight, which, unsurprisingly, led to Steve, making you let out a chuckle. "What, ol' Stevie over there? Nah. I've had plenty on my plate with this punk," you winked at Bucky. "I couldn't possibly deal with another one."

"C'mon," Bucky groaned, a soft blush blossoming on his cheeks, "that was like 13 years ago!"

"And yet, you broke my heart, Bucky Barnes," you sighed, dramatically placing your hand on your heart, "the agony, the heartache, the anguish-"

"Alright, we get it," Bucky chuckled, and your monologue was cut off by your own bubbly laugh.

"Well, suit yourself honey," Winnie was still smiling. "As long as you're happy, you know I am."

You sent a warm, grateful smile her way. "I'm happy for these two lovebirds," you pointed at Bucky and Natasha as he wrapped her arms around her and she relaxed into his embrace, humming contently.

The rest of the night went by in a similar fashion, with great conversation and even better company. At the end of the dinner, you and Steve escorted Bucky to his room.

"Such a shame you're not allowed to see Nat until the wedding. Need us to fight off the monsters under your bed instead?" Steve teased.

"Fuck you, Rogers," Bucky said affectionately.

"Wouldn't you like to try. But alas, you're just shy of a married man," he mock-sighed.

"More importantly, Nat would kick your ass," you told Steve, smirking as he shuddered at the idea.

"Well, we're really giving you away," he patted Bucky's shoulder.

"They grow up so quick," you added, pretending to wipe tears from your eyes.

"I hate you. Both of you," Bucky stopped in his tracks in front of his room.

You and Steve only exchanged a quick look before lurching forward and enveloping Bucky in a tight hug.

"We love you too, punk," Steve said, emotion heard in his voice.

"I can't believe you managed to be the first one of us to get married," you said, feigning the same emotion Steve's voice bore, making the boys laugh. "But I'm so happy for you, Buck," you said, more sincerely now.

When you parted, you caught the faintest glint of tears in Bucky's eyes before he quickly blinked them away. "Night, jerks," he greeted before getting the keycard and unlocking the room.

"Night Bucky bear. Get some rest before the big day," you winked at him. He chuckled and closed the door behind him, leaving you and Steve to walk in companionable silence to your rooms, which were next to each other.

When you reached your room and went to unlock it, Steve stopped you though.

"I have a favor to ask."

When he explained what he wanted, you furrowed your brows. You weren't expecting that.

"That's not part of the arrangement, Steve."

"I know, but please?" he begged, his baby blue eyes boring into yours, "it doesn't have anything to do with the arrangement. And you know I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to."

You sighed. You were never very good at saying no to Steve Rogers. Looking back at the time you knew him, it wasn't very surprising that you agreed to this plan of his.

It all started in middle school, an important developing period in a preteen's life, when the teenage angst shines and you're all possibly even more childish than you were at elementary school, yet feel grown up.

That's when you met Steve, and by default Bucky.

Steve Rogers was a quiet, shy boy when you met him. He was physically small, and at the beginning, when you were in the same class, you hadn't really paid much attention to him, focusing instead on making new friends and acclimating to the new and challenging learning environment.

But one fateful 8th grade field trip changed that. You heard a few kids playing truth or dare at the back of the bus but didn't pay them much attention.

When you got off the bus, you went to get your bag from the trunk, and that's when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. You were confused for a moment, but then the person backed away, and you were barely able to realize it was Steve Rogers before he mumbled that it was a dare, not looking at you, and going off to retrieve his own bag, leaving you even more confused than before.

What was the dare? Was it to hug the smartest girl in the class? You'd gained quite a reputation for your grades. Or maybe the ugliest girl? Or just the first one he saw when he got off the bus?

Why did the hug make your stomach flutter so pleasantly?

From that day on, you started paying attention to Steve. You started noticing the way his pretty blue eyes lit up in amusement when his friend Bucky was joking with him in class. You noticed what songs he was humming under his breath, and the way his favorite jacket was a little big on him. You noticed his smile was brighter than the sun itself. You noticed he was always drawing in the margins of his notebooks, and you wondered what these drawings were of. The few you've seen in passing were great, but you never said anything about it.

For all the noticing you did, it's not like you actually talked to Steve more than you have before.

It was just a little crush though, and in any case, at the beginning of freshman year, Steve started dating Peggy Carter. You liked Peggy a lot; you were never very close, but you knew she was witty and intelligent and you had eyes to see she was beautiful, so you convinced yourself you were over Steve.

And if any gossip about them caught your interest, and you cooed with your friends about how cute they were, that was just because it's gossip. Everyone's interested.

Then, at the end of freshman year, Steve and Peggy broke up. Of course it didn't make you hope. That'd be stupid, to hope.

In sophomore year, you got assigned to do a group project with Steve and Bucky.

You weren't sure what to expect, but you thought it would end in one of two outcomes, since they were best friends and you didn't know them that well, despite having been in the same class for the last few years. Outcome number one, they'd chat amongst themselves and let you do all the work alone. Outcome number two, they'd do all the work themselves and wouldn't ask your opinion. Either way, you'd be left out.

But to your surprise, that wasn't the case at all. You actually got along great with them both, finding their company refreshing and their sense of humor more similar to yours than you thought.

Ever since that project, you were added to the inseparable duo of friends, making you a trio. Sure, you still had friends of your own, but you started hanging out with them more, getting to know them better.

At first, you'd be lying if you said you weren't still a little thrilled at the prospect of getting close to Steve particularly. You found he had great taste in music, and managed to get you excited about art in a way you didn't know you could be. He even showed you some of his sketches, and they were incredible, as you've told him, fighting a giggle at the blush that rose on his cheeks.

But as time went on, you grew closer to Bucky. He was incredibly smart and quick-witted, and introduced you to some pretty awesome movies. He was a bit more academically inclined than Steve, who was certainly smart but his talents lay in different areas. You felt like you met your match in Bucky, and you even had a little bet going about who could get a better grade in your class.

(You won, and as promised, he bought you chocolates. You were smiling this wide because of the chocolate, of course.)

While you were still a bit bashful around Steve, it was easy to be open around Bucky, to laugh and tease him good naturedly just like he teased you. It was fun to be around someone who had quite a few common interests with you, and was admittedly adorably excited about them.

It came as a surprise to just about no one but you when Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend a few months later, and that you happily accepted.

You two still hung out with Steve, obviously. Things were pretty much the same, and you even tried to avoid PDA around him as to not make him uncomfortable. He was still your friend, and you both still cared about him and enjoyed his company.

Just that now you'd also enjoy each other's company on your own, bashfully cuddling while watching movies or animatedly discussing certain concepts with each other while your hands were interlaced.

When you bought Bucky a book for his birthday, just a couple of weeks after you started dating, he kissed your cheek, and you felt butterflies coming to life in your stomach. About a month later, he kissed you for real, and you felt like you could fly.

Bucky was your first kiss, but you were in high school, so he probably wasn't going to be the last. And he wasn't. It fizzled out, turning back into more friendship than courtship, and at the end of the year, you split amicably, promising to stay friends.

You didn't talk that much to Steve or Bucky over the summer.

But coming back to Junior year, you rebuilt your friendship again, as easy as it's always been, except now you could tease Bucky about his kissing, but that was pretty much the only thing that changed.

Oh, that and, well, Stevie got Huge.

He was always small and skinny, but he was apparently just a late bloomer. Sophomore year saw him putting on a little more muscle, not that you looked closely, but when you came back after summer break, he was already a head taller, and would continue growing. His shoulders were wide now, and it's not like you could've helped but notice, right?

You ended up dating another guy in the middle of Junior year. His name was James too, funnily enough. ("You have a type," Steve teased. "It's a common name!")

He was a year older, and was your first time. He was also your first real heartbreak, when he broke things off at the end of summer because he was going off to college.

You cried for days, but at least you had Steve and Bucky to lean on. At that time, they truly became your best friends, bringing you ice cream and a shoulder to cry on.

From then on, they grew very protective of you, to the point where you'd sometimes fight about it with them. But at the end of the day, you knew it's just because they cared.

The three of you graduated together, and you had the picture of you all throwing your graduation cap framed on your dorm desk.

You went to different colleges, but you were all close enough and determined enough to stay in touch. You had dozens of selfies of you all on your phone, out partying or chilling in the park.

You stayed close after college too, when you all came back to New York, where you'd grown up. Bucky had gotten himself a job at Stark Industries, a high-tech company, and you and Steve couldn't have been prouder. Steve started working part time as a MOMA tour guide while he was working on making a name for himself and his art.

You've been there for each other all along, nursing through hangovers and sicknesses, comforting through breakups, and celebrating through accomplishments.

At 25, Steve and you were the first people Bucky introduced Natasha to, even before his parents.

"Ah, so you're the famed first love," she smirked when she met you. "He snores like hell, doesn't he?"

You and Steve cracked up and loved her instantly, even though you still made sure to give her the protective Talk when Bucky was in the bathroom. You were satisfied that her intentions with Bucky were noble and that she was indeed worthy of him, a conclusion you reached after exchanging a quick glance and nodding subtly.

Steve always got you without you needing to say anything.

That night, Steve walked you home. It was like it always was, the silence easy and conversation even easier. Steve lived pretty close to you, so this, him walking you home, was a regular enough occurrence.

Except, well, this was no ordinary night.

"Bucky seems real serious about Natasha," Steve mused.

"Yeah, I guess he does. She seems cool though, and we approved, right?"

Steve hummed affirmatively. "She's not what got to me, honestly. It's just… I don't wanna get serious just yet, y'know?" he admitted bashfully. "I know I'm 25, which has always seemed grown enough. When I was fifteen, I sure thought my 25-year-old self would have his shit together," he chuckled, "but I don't. and I don’t think I want to yet."

"That’s totally valid," you smiled. "I mean, I get you. We're happy for Buck, but we wouldn't want the same thing for ourselves just yet."

"Yeah, that's just it. I just want to make use of what little time I have left to be irresponsible," he grinned, "make some questionable choices."

"Really?" you laughed, "what kind of choices?"

"I don't know. Just act on my impulses, I guess," he shrugged, somewhat bashful.

"Well. What are your impulses telling you right now?"

"Honest?" he asked, and you nodded for him to continue. "Um, well. I don't want to settle down just yet, but I won't lie, I am maybe jealous of one thing. I do want… companionship," he said, his cheeks heating up, making you laugh and cup his face in your hands.

"Steve Rogers, you are adorable," you stared into his eyes, a glimmer of mirth in yours. Except that when he looked down, licking his lips, your smile dropped as you mirrored him, silently gravitating towards each other until your lips finally touched slowly for only a moment before turning hungry, wanting, desperate.

That night, the arrangement was born.

Sleeping with Steve was fun as hell, and you knew he felt the same about that, but you both agreed it should stay like that. Just sex, not anything more complicated, not anything that could ruin your friendship, especially not you two and Bucky's friendship. What you had in that regard was more special than anything.

So, if you were both single and willing… it would just happen. Hot lips molded together, familiar hands tracing skin, and being friends through it all. Just friends.

It was the only secret either of you had ever kept from Bucky. It felt weird, not being able to talk to him about this, but you both agreed it was best to keep things from getting complicated.

And besides, what was more irresponsible than having a best-friend-with-benefits?

But what the arrangement definitely didn't include was pretending to date to get Steve's ex, who was apparently coming to the wedding, off his back.

"Steve, seriously. Is this really necessary?"

"Please, I am begging you. Pretty please with a cherry on top, I'll do everything you want, I swear!"

"How did you not know she was coming? Couldn't you have brought someone?"

"I didn't go over the guestlist! Why would I? And clearly neither did Bucky until today. At least he told me about it now," he grumbled.

You sighed. He was such a pain in the ass. But you knew you'd eventually surrender, so it was better to do it now, when it still seemed like you had an actual say in this, even though both of you knew you'd be on board.

"Fine. Who is it?"

"Ashley," Steve grimaced.

"Fuck, her?" you sighed. "How is she even invited?"

You recognized that name well. Steve and Ashley dated for a few good months a couple of years ago, until she cheated on him, he found out, and obviously broke up with her. You understood why he wouldn't want to face her on his own.

"Apparently she's a plus one for one of Natasha's distant cousins," he sighed. "I'm lucky Bucky even looked over the guest list again and recognized the name, otherwise I wouldn't have even known in advance."

"Yeah," you furrowed your brows. "So what do you wanna do? I mean, we just told Becca we're not dating. There's no way we could lie to everyone about that."

Steve nodded in agreement, "But maybe we don't need to convince everyone, we just need to convince her."

He explained what he wanted to do, which was very reasonable, and you readily agreed to, knowing how badly things ended between them and wanting to help Steve out.

"Goodnight, Steve," you said, unlocking the door to your room.

"Night," he smiled back. "And thank you. Seriously, I owe you big time."

"I know you do," you winked, and heard him chuckling before you closed the door behind you.

Well. This was going to be interesting.

The next morning you woke up to a pounding on your door. You quickly registered your surroundings before groaning, "Coming, coming!"

You got up and opened the door slightly, hiding your pajama-clad body behind it.

"Oh, it's you," you huffed when you found Steve on the other side of the door. And if that polo shirt he was wearing looked great on him, that wasn't your problem. "Come in," you said, not bothering to wait on him and making your way to the bathroom, closing the door behind you to start getting ready.

"Not gonna invite me in the shower as well?" you heard Steve tease from the other side of the door.

"Now why would I do that, Stevie?"

You laughed quietly as you heard him grumbling on the other side of the door.

"Make it quick, you're gonna be late," he said, and then you heard the springs of the bed creaking a little, so he probably sat down.

"Be right there," you promised.

After a few minutes of frenzied preparation to make yourself presentable, you started grabbing everything you'd need for the day. Your makeup, shoes, phone and more were all stuffed into your bag, except your dress, which you carried in a dry-cleaning bag, not wanting it to crumple up or get dirty.

Bucky and Natasha had rented some rooms in this hotel for the wedding party and the rehearsal dinner, but now, you were making your way to the venue itself, a beautiful event garden not far from the hotel, where you'd spend the rest of the day getting ready.

Lost in the frenzy of last-minute preparations, hair and makeup, and last adjustments to the seating arrangement, you'd lost Steve for a while, but you figured he was probably with Bucky, and you'd find them both soon enough.

Sure enough, about an hour before the ceremony, you'd located them both, talking quietly in a back room.

"Not getting cold feet, are ya Buck?" you smiled, closing the door behind you.

"Nope," he smiled, big and bright.

You weren't one to be emotional, but you really were so happy for him. You went up to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly. "Love you," you murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice when he returned the sentiment.

But you couldn't have your reputation ruined like that. When you broke apart, you pinched his cheek in your hand, making him roll his eyes. "I can't believe that nerd that was so afraid to ask me out is getting married," you cooed.

"I'll never live that down, will I?" Bucky sighed with a smile.

"Afraid not," you confirmed with a satisfied smile.

"Well, I guess Steve's lucky for being too shy and not beating me to it in high school," Bucky grinned at the man in question, but you only stared at the both of them questioningly.

"What do you mean beating you to it?" you chuckled, "was there a competition?"

"No, not really. But Stevie had a crush on you like a year before I did, he just never did anything about it," Bucky shrugged. And when an astonished smile broke onto your face as you turned to look at Steve, Bucky added, "I thought you knew that."

"I didn't," you were grinning at Steve, who was blushing slightly. "But it is delightful to hear. Does great for my ego."

"Yeah yeah, don't let it get to your head," Steve bumped your side with his elbow as you giggled.

and so, a little over an hour later, you and Steve were standing beside Bucky as he waited for Natasha to come out. You could swear his breathing actually stopped for a few moments when he saw her, and you totally understood why; she looked ethereal in her white dress, her red hair arranged beautifully and her blue eyes shining brightly with excitement and love.

And maybe you shed a tear at their beautiful vows. And maybe Steve saw you wiping it away from the corner of his eye. And maybe he didn’t say anything about it, only smiled.

After that, you watched them have their first dance together, and they looked stunning, moving across the floor in practiced rhythm. And when the DJ invited other couples to join them on the dance floor, you had no qualms about taking Steve's extended hand in yours, letting him twirl you around on the floor, leading you in a familiar dance.

But then you remembered there was another purpose to this night; the plan. Well, it wasn't as much of a plan as it was just an idea – for you to stick to Steve's side, and act like you usually did, you were both tactile anyway. From there, you'd just let Ashley assume whatever she would, which is probably that you're dating. Everyone else did, so you figured you'd be convincing enough for her, while appearing completely normal to everyone else who knows you two.

Thinking of the devil.

"Steve Rogers!" called a bewildered voice, "is that you?"

You turned to find Ashley, dragging a man, presumably her date, by the hand and approaching you and Steve. That was unexpected.

Quickly, you brought yourself even closer to Steve's side, resting your palm on his chest, feeling his quickening heartbeat. Clearly, you weren't the only one who didn't expect her to come up to you, but you could handle it.

"Ashley," Steve smiled a small, somewhat awkward smile.

"Oh my god, it is so nice to see you! Such a small world," she gushed, clearly talking to him.

"It's so great to see you too!" you butted in enthusiastically, ignoring her annoyed frown and extending your hand out to shake hers and her date's. "I assume you're here from the bride's side," you continued with a bright smile.

"Um, yeah," Ashley's date finally spoke up. "I'm Dave, I don't think we've met. I'm a distant cousin of Natasha's."

"Oh, nice to meet you," you smiled, "glad you could be here."

"So," Ashley spoke up again, regaining her friendly composure. "It's nice to see the two of you are still friends. Did you know they know each other since high school?" she turned her question to Dave, who had an impressed expression.

"Actually," Steve was the one to but in this time, "We're dating now," he looked down at you with an affectionate smile, which you returned.

"Oh," Ashley looked taken aback at the new information. "But weren't you guys like, best friends or something?"

"We still are," you answered. You didn't even need to make an effort to be genuine. "There's no one who I'd rather hang out with. That hasn't changed," you smiled up at him, and he let out a gentle laugh.

"And she calls me a sap," he shook his head affectionately.

"Watch it," you playfully chastised, making him let out a small laugh.

Steve's always looked the best when he laughed.

"Oh, you guys are so cute," Ashley smiled, but even you could notice how fake it was, and at that moment, you didn't know what came over you. You were never particularly vindictive, but something about this bitch really gave you the ick, and you couldn't resist a little jab.

"Thank you," you returned her smile. "And you know, a relationship like ours doesn't come easy, so it means a lot to us that we can be together like this, loyally," your smile didn't waver as you watched a cloud of anger pass over her face before she hastily made her goodbyes and left.

Beside you, you heard Steve snicker. "Was that really necessary?"

"Well, you were the one that asked me to be your fake girlfriend, so I get to have my fun. It's not like she didn't deserve it," you shrugged, as the two of you went back to dancing together.

The rest of the night was uneventful enough, spent in the arms of family and friends, and friends who had long turned into family. Bucky had a ridiculously happy smile plastered on his face the entire night, and you suspected he was a little drunk, whether it was on alcohol or love.

You, however, were definitely a little drunk on the alcohol.

You spent the entire night dancing, at first with Steve, then with Bucky, Natasha, Bucky and Steve, Bucky and Natasha, Becca, and just about anyone whom you knew and came into your sight.

But when the party started dispersing and the alcohol's influence was starting to dissipate, you had gotten sleepy, opting to sit back at your table and watch for pretty much the rest of the night.

Finally, the last of the guests had gone home, and it was down to the wedding party. One by one, everyone congratulated the happy couple before returning to the hotel, you and Steve being the last in line.

You leaned forward and wrapped Natasha in a tight hug first. "You're way too good for him, but congrats," you cheerily whispered.

"I think we both know that's not true," she smiled softly as you both looked over at Bucky, who was laughing at something Steve told him.

"Yeah, alright. Bucky's awesome or whatever. But you're awesomer," you grinned at her and she returned an amused grin of her own, before you and Steve switched and it was your turn to say goodbye to Bucky.

"Have fun on the honeymoon. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," you winked at him, and giggled once a blush spread on his cheeks. "God, you are so easy to get to," you grinned. "Love you. Congrats."

"I love you too, unfortunately," he rolled his eyes before pulling you in for a tight hug. "Thanks for being my best woman."

"I'll tell Nat you said that."

He groaned, but before he could say anything you spoke up again. "Seriously though, it's nothing you should thank me for. I'll always be here for you," you said, patting his shoulder.

"Is that a display of genuine emotion I see? My my, Stevie's gotten to you, hasn't he?" Bucky teased, just as Steve was coming in your direction and wrapping an arm around each one of your shoulders, leaning slightly.

"What'd I do now?" he asked, sending you both a lazy smile.

"Infuse me with your corny ways," you pouted. You noticed the glint in his eyes, and sent him a glare just quickly enough before he'd say something stupid.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he offered instead, making it clear he was in no way shape or form sorry. "Ready to head back? Or do you need us to do anything else?" his first question was directed at you, the second at Bucky.

"No, you guys go ahead," Bucky answered, "before you two fall asleep on me."

You smiled gratefully, feeling your eyes practically shutting off on their own and letting Steve lead you to an uber he called, since neither of you were in the state to drive.

The two of you climbed into the back seat, and you rested your head on Steve's shoulder. The drive was about ten minutes to the hotel, there was no way you could fall asleep, but it was so comfy, and you shut your eyes for just a moment—

"We're here," Steve whispered, gently nudging you awake.

You mustered a hum in response and clumsily climbed out of the car, leaning on Steve the entire way into the hotel, up the elevator and to the door of your room, and you reached for your bag –

"Shit," you groaned. Steve was just about to enter his own room, but stopped in his tracks when he heard you.

"What's up?"

"I forgot my bag," you sighed, tears of frustration coming to your eyes, "my phone and wallet and keys and room key an-"

"Hey, calm down," Steve was beside you in one swift step, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. "I'll give Buck a call, tell him to bring it by when they get back, it's fine. You can crash at my room for now," he offered, and led the way once you nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, Steve," you expressed your gratitude verbally when he handed you a spare t-shirt and pants.

"You're welcome," he smiled softly. "Go get changed, I'll give Bucky that call."

You changed in the bathroom, using your finger to brush your teeth, figuring it'll be enough until you got back to your room, and switching to the impromptu pajamas Steve lent you.

"I talked to Bucky," Steve updated you once you emerged from the bathroom. "He said they found your bag but they're probably going to take another hour or even more until they get here, since they're still hashing out payment with the venue and there are a couple things they still have to take care of, among those seeing if anyone else forgot anything," he smiled. "So you should go to sleep, and I'll wait and wake you when they get here."

"No," you whined your objection, "I don’t want you to wake me up. You woke me up today," you pouted. "And besides, you're tired as well. Just tell Bucky to leave it at the reception and I'll grab it tomorrow morning."

"As you wish," he chuckled, quickly shooting Bucky a text. "Done."

"Thanks, Stevie," you smiled, plopping down on the bed, "you're the best."

"I know," he said smugly, getting up to switch into his pajamas as you buried your head in the pillow, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

When he finished getting ready, he turned off the lights, only leaving the light in the bathroom on with the door nearly closed, closing all the blinds, just like he knew you liked to sleep. He climbed into the bed, and you felt it dip beside you as he settled, not making any move towards you. It wasn't that kind of night; you both knew that.

But there was one thing nagging at you still.

"Stevie?" you whispered.

He only hummed to indicate he was listening. When you turned on your side to look at him, his eyes were closed, and he was laying on his back.

"Can I ask you something?"

His eyes were still closed when he spoke in a low voice. "Sure."

"I- well, I don't know if you remember this," you started hesitantly. "When we… the 8th grade field trip, do you remember it, Steve?"

"Yeah, I guess," he murmured, still not opening his eyes but furrowing his brows.

"What was the dare?"

"Huh?" his eyes fly open, and he turned on his side to face you as well. "What dare?"

"You hugged me when we got off the bus and said it was a dare," you reminded him.

"I don't remember," he mumbled, and even in the dark, you could see right through him.

"C'mon Steve, it can't be that bad," you laughed, "I just wanna know." When he just shrugged, you insisted. "Tell you what. You owe me for tonight, so this can be the way you pay your eternal debt to you. Tell me! Tell me tell me tell me!"

"Why do you even want to know that bad?" Steve chuckled, not denying he remembers anymore.

"Because," you answer non-committedly, and when he kept staring at you, you huffed, "fine. I'll tell you why I want to know if you tell me what it was."

"Okay." Steve accepted, taking a deep breath before blurting out, "therewasnodare."

"What?"

"There- there wasn't any dare," he sighed.

"What?" you repeated, "then why…"

"Because… you'll laugh at me. Well, you just looked really pretty. But also, you looked really off, like you were sad about something or wasn't feeling great, and kind of all I could think about was what if I could make you feel better."

You gasped, remembering exactly what he was talking about. The long bus drives were making you carsick, and you wouldn't be surprised that you probably looked as miserable as you felt.

When he didn't hear you speak, he continued, "anyway, I thought maybe I could help, but we never really talked, and I didn't think you’d want anything to do with me. But I still… I couldn't just leave it alone. So I hugged you and then made up an excuse for it."

"Stevie, that's so sweet," you giggled quietly.

"Yeah, whatever. Now I believe you owe me an answer," he poked his finger into your side, making you giggle once more.

But you still weren't ready to answer his question, deflecting with another one of your own. "Was that what Bucky talked about when he said you used to have a crush on me?"

"Well, yeah," he admitted bashfully, "even though it wasn't unt- wait, you still didn't answer my question!"

You chuckled, suddenly becoming bashful. "Well, I just… I guess I wanted to know cause that's when I started having a crush on you."

"You had a crush on me in 8th grade?" Steve propped himself up on his elbow, shocked.

"Yes," you admitted quietly.

"Shit, I can't believe that! And I thought…" he got all quiet for a moment before continuing in a whisper, "I thought I was too scrawny for anyone to really like me. That's why when Peggy- when she started talking to me and being interested…"

"Are you kidding me?" you huffed out a laugh, "I mean, do you really not know?"

"Don't know what?"

"Steve, like half of the girls in our class had a crush on you in middle school!" you laughed at the stunned expression on his face.

"What?!"

"We were all kinda really obvious about it too. I can't believe you didn't know!" you continued giggling.

"Wait, so when I started dating Peggy, you…"

"Were disappointed," you admitted, "very. But I got over it," you shrugged.

"But if you liked me first, then why did you date Bucky?" he asked, still confused.

"Because Bucky was the only one of you who was interested in me, or the only one of you who showed it," you added once he stared at you blankly.

"Wow," Steve said, plopping back down onto the bed, "this is a lot to take in."

"You don't say," you smiled. "If 8th grade me would've known you liked her back, she would've probably jumped with joy."

"Tell me about it. I can't believe my idiot self missed the chance to be with his crush."

"I mean, I guess you didn't like, miss it miss it," you mumbled, so quiet you were uncertain if he heard you, but clearly, he did, apparent in the way he propped himself back up again.

"What, you mean the arrangement?"

"Um yeah, that too."

"And?" he prompted, seeing as you didn't continue.

"Nothing," you answered too quickly. "Goodnight Steve," you said, hurriedly moving to turn your back to him but you couldn't before he caught onto your shoulder, making you plop down on your back midway.

He hovered over you, not so close but close enough that you could see his eyes, even in the darkness enveloping you.

"What did you mean?" he whispered.

"I dunno, Steve," you were whispering as well, swallowing dryly.

"You were badass out there today, you know? Telling Ashley off like that without really saying it."

You were surprised by the sudden topic change but welcomed it.

"Like I told you, she deserved it."

"Why?"

"Are you really asking?" you chuckled. "She hurt you, Steve. She actually got the opportunity to be your girlfriend and she threw it away, and she hurt you."

"You didn't miss it miss it," he said quietly, "the opportunity."

You couldn't meet his eyes. You couldn't.

That's until he gently used his finger to tilt your chin so your eyes would meet his.

Steve's lips were familiar. But the way they felt against yours wasn't; soft and tender and a little hesitant before you granted his tongue permission to slip into your mouth, and kissing Steve never felt like this.

Kissing Steve was always urgent and needy and desperate in a way that drove you a little insane, frenzied and fiery as you collided.

But now it was slow, and gentle, and if you thought this man couldn't drive you even more insane than you already were, you were terribly wrong. It made you feel so safe, so cherished, like your heart grew wings and started flying but you were securely grounded to this moment, to the man above you, the man you l-

Loved. The man you loved. It was time to stop running, at least within yourself.

Nothing more happened that night, as you exchanged lazy kisses until you fell asleep pillowed on Steve's chest, agreeing to talk more in the morning.

What actually happened was that you finally let Steve in the shower with you, and then, cuddled up on Steve's hotel bed, with him in his boxers and you in one of his shirts and nothing else, you talked.

"I don’t know if it's a good idea, but is it weird that I don't really care?" you giggled.

"Not weird at all. I've wanted this since I was fourteen, I think that was enough time to hesitate."

"Yeah," you smiled, "I guess you have a point."

"So we're going for this, right? We're on the same page?" Steve asked, a timid smile forming on his lips.

"Absolutely." His smile widened upon your answer, and it made you want to kiss him. Which, you now realized, you could do. So you leaned in to capture his lips in a chaste kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked once you parted.

"I like it when you smile," you admitted, biting your lip and averting your eyes from his. "It was always the greatest thing about you."

"Ohoho, this is great!" Steve laughed, "you have feelings!"

"Whatever," you mumbled, unable to keep up the pretense and smiling once your eyes met. "If you laugh at me, you get no kisses."

"Aw, no," he laughed again and pulled you closer into his arms. "I won't laugh at you, promise."

"Good, cause I want to kiss your stupid face and hold your stupid hand, jerk."

Steve beamed, but before he could reply, you both jumped from your place on the bed once a knock sounded at the door.

"Coming!" Steve answered, before hurriedly putting on a pair of pants.

"What if it's Bucky?" you whispered urgently, "what are we gonna tell him?"

"Pretend you’re asleep," he whispered back, and you slipped under the covers and closed your eyes.

Turns out your guess was correct, as you listened to the hushed voices from the entrance.

"Hey buddy," Steve greeted, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, "have a good night?"

"Ha ha," bucky answered. "I figured I'd stop by to say goodbye and drop off the purse." You heard footsteps entering the room, and focused extra hard on keeping your breath level.

"I'm sure she'll appreciate it, but she's asleep," Steve added in a hushed tone.

"No she's not," Bucky said matter-of-factly, "the blinds are open. She can't sleep with open blinds. Morning sunshine," he called your way.

Dammit. He knew you too well.

You feigned a yawn and stretched, "hey Buck," you smiled, "just woke up. Thanks for that," you gestured at the purse he had just put down.

"You're welcome," he smiled. "Now c'mon, give me a hug before I leave," he opened his arms.

"No, I'm too sleepy," you pouted, opening your arms for him instead. Steve was bigger than you, but his shirts were ridiculously tiny, a fact that never once bothered you when he was wearing them, but you were now acutely aware that meant it would never cover what it needed to if you got out of the covers.

He chuckled. "Not even gonna give me a proper goodbye?" he went over to the bed, bending over and wrapping his arms around you, and for about two seconds you thought you were in the clear, wrapping your arms around him too, until he started pulling you up from the bed, which prompted you to hurriedly let go of him, plopping yourself back down on the bed and reaching to hold the covers securely.

Bucky gave you a weird look, and you could only chuckle awkwardly in return.

His gaze then turned from you to Steve, from Steve to you, back and forth a couple of times until a smirk broke onto his face. "About fucking time!" he laughed.

"What?" you both feigned innocence, looking at him.

"You really thought you're so subtle too," he continued laughing. "Congrats on getting your heads outta your asses. You are finally dating, right?"

You and Steve spoke in a chorus of "what" "how did you-" "we"-

Bucky stopped your fumbling when he spoke up. "It wasn't that easy to figure out you were sleeping together."

You frowned at Bucky. "There's no way you figured that out on your own." You looked at Steve accusingly, but he raised his arms in surrender, shaking his head, just as clueless as you were.

"You know I have a master's in engineering, right?"

You raised your eyebrow at him, unimpressed.

"Fine," Bucky rolled his eyes, "Nat asked if you were dating after the second time she met you and then I realized something was going on," he admitted begrudgingly. "But you're dating, right?"

"Who told you that?" Steve asked, genuinely confused since you two only decided about it last night. Or this morning really, depends on how you look at it.

"Oh, Dave and Ashley came by to talk to Natasha and me after they saw you."

You and Steve looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

"I-" Bucky started, and then shook his head. "You know what, I'm not even going to ask. As long as you're happy."

"Thanks Buck," you smiled.

"Enjoy your honeymoon," Steve smirked, and you smirked along with him, fixing Bucky with a knowing stare.

"How is it that even when I literally catch you with your pants down, I'm still the one that winds up teased?" he grumbled.

"It's because we love you so much," you grinned up at him.

"Whatever, punks," he scoffed affectionately. "I gotta go before Nat will yell at me for making us late. Talk to you."

"Bye Bucky!" you and Steve waved at him as he left, shutting the door behind him.

"So. That went well, all things considered," you giggled.

Steve hummed in agreement before coming back to the bed, hovering above you and caging you between his arms as he pushed you back on the mattress.

"Now that that's out of the way," he murmured, "what were you saying about holding my hand?"

"What? I said nothing of the sort," you played dumb. "That sounds more your territory, if anything."

"Really? Let me refresh your memory." He leaned down and started peppering kisses on your face between his words. "You said my hand was stupid-"

"Sounds like something I'd say," you smiled, nodding.

"-and you said you wanted to hold it."

"See, that's where you lose me," you giggled as he moved to your jaw and neck. "No way I said that."

"Hm. Well, I had something to ask you, but I guess if you're not being truthful I shouldn't bother," you felt him smirking against your neck.

"No, what did you wanna ask?" you drawled, intrigued.

"Admit you said it."

"Fine," you sighed, "I guess I want to hold your stupid hand, and I guess I did say that to you just before we were rudely interrupted."

Steve hummed in approval before pulling you up to sit and sitting on the bed next to you. He took your hand in his before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your palm.

"Then I guess I will ask you." He took a deep breath before grinning at you. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You burst into giggles. "I waited literal years to hear you say that to me. Yes, Steve, I'd love to be your girlfriend." You squealed when he tackled you back on the bed again, capturing your lips in a kiss that sent butterflies flying in your stomach.

"I'm glad," he mumbled against your lips when you broke apart, "because I really want you to be. It was always you," he said, his eyes meeting yours.

Your emotions overcame you, and you replied not with words, but with another kiss to his lips, conveying with actions what you couldn't yet with words, and by the way he kissed you back, you knew he was saying the same thing.

I love you.

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Loki x reader - Accepting

I had an idea for a Loki x reader. Loki would often bring his girlfriend to the compound stay the night. Tony loves her cause she’s full of sass and a little immature and fun. She keeps Loki’s attitude in check. Sharon comes around once in a while but now that she sees Loki in a relationship she wants to ruin it cause she don’t like reader. So she openly flirts with him and tries to fill readers head with ideas of him cheating or hurting her. Reader isn’t having it and Loki never told anyone about her violent outbursts she gets once in a rare while. So when she catches Sharon flirting with Loki in the gym, she snaps and gets Sharon into a corner, her eyes turn red and she bares her teeth. Loki never told anyone he was dating a vampire fearing they would reject her or lock her up. Instead of locking her away, the team all love her and Tony adores her even more cause vampires are fcking cool. And everyone wanted Sharon put in her place. - Anon💜

The others didn’t like Sharon, but you on the other hand absolutely hated her. You would’ve killed her long by now if it was your choice, but for Loki’s sake, you stayed quiet and civil with the woman.

Walking into the common room, you could hear loki grumbling about wanting to destroy something so you walked over and placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Now darling, if you get frustrated what did we say to do?”

“Take a walk then come back.”

“Right.” You smiled.

Loki rolled his eyes at you and kissed your head, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he left out a content sigh.

“Stay here...” he mumbled.

Bringing your hand up, you started to run it through his hair with a little hum, a silent way of letting him know that you weren’t going to be going anywhere just yet.

Loki took a deep sigh, and then he pulled away from you.

“I have to go quickly, but I’ll be back shortly my dear.”

“Take all the time you need.” You smiled.

Leaning up, you gave him a quick kiss before heading over to the couch to wait for him.

You sure how long had passed while you were waiting but after a while you heard voices coming closer so you tilted your head back to see who it was.

“If it isn’t the avengers themselves.” You chuckled.

“(Y/N)!” Tony cheered.

He jumped over the back of the couch and sat next to you, his arm resting behind you as the others came around.

“What brings you by?” Steve smiled, “thought you had work?”

“Turns out I had the day off, so I thought I’d see my favourite avengers.”

“Me?” Tony asked sweetly.

Loki walked over to you and sat on the arm of the couch, slipping his arm around your neck and pulling you into his side.

“Unfortunately tin man, no.” You smiled.

“Aw come on! How’s he better than me?!” Tony pouted.

“He’s a god, and he’s very good at certain things.” You winked.

“Ew! Come on man!” Clint yelled.

Everyone laughed a little, but when the lift went off you all stopped and turned to look at it.

When you saw who it was you all shared a small sigh and turned back around.

“When are you going I take (Y/N) to see father?” Thor asked.

“I haven’t thought about that yet.” Loki shrugged slightly.

“Well, I’m sure he will love her either way.” Thor smiled.

No one really spoke to Sharon when she came in, and you could tell she was starting to loose her cool.

“I’m grabbing a drink, would you like one dear?”

“No thanks love.”

He hummed and kissed your head before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

While he left you carried on talking with the avengers, but you kept a close eye on Sharon as she walked into the kitchen behind Loki.

“What’s she doing?” You asked.

“I’m not sure.” Steve shrugged.

“Maybe getting a drink or something?” Wanda asked softly.

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, you knew she was up to something but you just didn’t know what.

You didn’t trust her, she didn’t trust you, you both hated one another so you knew if she walked off with Loki she was about to try something.

“She’s not going to do anything.” Bruce whispered.

“Yeah, she’d have to be stupid.” Bucky nodded.

You watched her brush against him, hand on his lower back and everything, but smiled when you saw loki just walk away from her.

You trusted him, and you knew he wouldn’t do anything.

A few days later, you walked around the tower heading towards the gym where you knew you boyfriend would be.

Pushing the door open, you froze as you saw loki back up into a wall with Sharon too close to him and you flipped.

Eyes glowing red, you stormed over.

“Get your hand of his chest.” You growled.

Sharon jumped and turned around, a smirk on her face, but the moment you grabbed her by the neck and pinned her into a corner it fell.

“Let me go you freak!”

Snarling at her, you hated your fangs and pressed you a little further into the wall.

“You just push and push, I swear I’m going to break you arms.”

Grabbing her arm, you held it tightly in your hand.

“My dear, let her go.” Loki whispered.

“No, if she wants to fuck with you, then she fucks with me too.”

“(Y/N) Let her go!” Natasha called.

You turned your head to find them all stood behind you, with a small growl in annoyance you tossed her to the floor behind you and titled your head at her.

“Piss off.” You growled.

There was a tense silence as she left and Loki walked over, pulling you into his chest in order to hide you from the avengers.

Then there was a small laugh, followed by another until all the avengers were laughing.

In confusion you and Loki looked at one another before turning to them. You tilted your head a little.

“Why’re you laughing?”

“Did you see the look on her face?!” Sam chuckled.

You looked at loki and he smiled down at you, so you gave a little smile back before turning to the group of heroes.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were a vampire?!” Thor asked.

“We were scared you’d lock her away.” Loki sighed.

They all came closer and Tony stood right in front of you and tilted his head a little so you did the same.

“Do you have fangs?”

Opening your mouth, you showed your pointed teeth.

“That’s so cool!” He gushed, “Can we do tests?!”

“We’d love to learn about you and what you can do.” Bruce smiled.

“Yeah, maybe you could beat us in a sparring session.” Bucky smirked.

You smirked back, taking Loki’s hand in your own, you were so thankful you had all these people around you both