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[autumnoakes]

i think i'll be okay with having this blog just be somewhere to shout into the void. i kinda miss interacting online, and interacting in person always feels... idk, it feels bad and i don't really like it, but i think i'm okay with just shouting into the void

[redr0sewrites]

Hi! I want to request number 17 with Jason Todd with a fem reader. Preferably nsfw and that it’s the reader who says it. Love your work!

🥀A/n: YEA OFC!! TYSM!!! sorry this took so long, schools been kicking my ass

🥀Prompt: "I wish you saw yourself the way that I see you"

🥀Word Count: 2.5k

🥀Cw: nsfw, teensy bit of angst in the beginning, praise kink, riding, handjob, oral (fem receiving) soft sex, fluff and smut, fem!reader

🥀minors dni

as Jason crawled through the window to your shared apartment, relief flooded his body at the fact that you were not only home, but awake. you were a night owl, and more often than not, you'd stay up and wait for him to return after a patrol. i just can't sleep without knowing your safe, you had whispered to him once.

it made Jason's heart ache that he worried you, especially on the rougher nights. tonight was definitely one of those. while it hadn't been physically brutal, his suit felt too tight, and his head was filled with panic and anxiety that only seeing you could quell. however, he didn't want to trouble you with his own fucked up issues- it was already hard for him to handle alone, and dumping it all on you only made him feel even more despicable. i'll only be making sure she's okay, he repeats to himself. its not selfish. i just need to see her.

you were in the kitchen, making yourself a late night snack- that you would hopefully get to share with Jason. at the familiar sound of his leather jacket being hung and his boots being tossed aside, you turn towards your lover. he was in the process of stripping off his gear, hands shaky and eyes clouded. he was robotic with his movements, and in all honesty, it scared you for his sake. you watched the way he harshly tugged at his skintight shirt for a few more seconds, before you approached him, keeping your movements steady.

"you okay, baby?" Jason's eyes snap towards you, freezing in the process of removing his clothing as he swallows hard.

"uh-huh, yea, tonight was just.. a lot," his voice cracks slightly, and he turns away. you reach for his face, and he flinches back, and you could swear that, if you focused hard enough, you could hear the sound of your own heart cracking into a billion tiny pieces. "i'm sorry," he whispers quietly. "i just need a minute.. i'll be in the bedroom."

"oh," you reply, swallowing dumbly. you were used to him breaking down like this, but you had been working on helping him to stop shutting you out. you got the feeling tonight was more than just a lot, and you wanted to hold him more than anything. you take a deep breath before handing him a plate of the food you had been making just moments prior. your careful not to brush his hands as you hand him the plate, and you can see that he notices the gesture with a small grimace.

"alright, but make sure to eat something before you fall asleep. i'll join you in a few minutes though, okay Jay?" Jason nods, taking the plate with shaking hands before returning to your bedroom. you sigh, storing the rest of the food for later and cleaning up just a bit before settling on returning to your room. the kitchen's cleanliness wasn't perfect, but you had more pressing matters at hand.

when you opened the door, Jason was sitting on the edge of your bed, eating quietly. he had changed into a hoodie and sweatpants that were almost baggy on his broad form, but not quite. his entire face lights up like a puppy when he sees you, hair rumpled and eyes wide.

"did you eat anything?" he asks, eyeing the lack of food in your hands. you curse, shaking your head. "i forgot to grab myself some, but i already refrigerated it. it's fine, i'll get some tomorrow." Jason's eyes narrow, and he offers some to you.

"you can have mine, i'm done."

"no, Jay, its fine-"

"i insist," he says stubbornly, and you can't help the little giggle that slips past your lips. "okay, okay." you take a spoonful in your mouth, swallowing hard and giving him a pointed look.

"happy now?"

Jason nods and cracks a half smile, the heavy look in his eyes fading just a bit. he moves the plate to the bedside table before opening his arms in a silent offer, which you gladly oblige. he buries himself in your chest as you wrap your arms around him, one hand sliding under his hoodie to rub his back while the other plays with the hair at the base of his neck.

"i missed you," he whispers, melting into your embrace.

"i missed you too, Jaybee. i love you so, so much," you don't slow your ministrations as you continue playing with his hair, even when Jason shudders below you.

"but.. why?"

"why what? why do i love you?" he nods, letting out a shaky breath, and your heart seizes for the second time tonight.

"Jay, why wouldn't i love you? you're beautiful, and so brave and strong, and you make me feel so safe. you know that, right?"

Jason lets out another breath, and his voice cracks as he speaks. "i- i just, you're so you, and i'm.. different. i came back wrong, a-and scared, and angry, like some- some fucking mutt or something. 'm just so afraid that i'll hurt you, o-or worse- someone else will," his admission is cut off by his own gasps as he struggles to keep himself from crying.

"oh, Jay, honey, i don't think any of those thinks. God, I wish you saw yourself the way that I see you. your so perfect, Jay, if only you'd let me show you." you lean down to kiss his forehead, and he nuzzles into your neck.

"i'm trying," he whispers, inhaling your scent. he wishes he could be one with you, that he could melt into your ribcage and stay intertwined with you like this forever. "i promise i'm trying. for you. for me. for us. i swear-" you cut him off by kissing him again, this time on the cheek. he blinks, lifting his head to look up at you and falling right into your trap. you kiss him again, this time with more fervor as you trace your lips over his jawline and up towards his nose, before leaning and kissing him on the lips.

"you don't have to try, Jay. i appreciate it, and i love how hard your working to improve yourself, but i never want you to feel as though you have to. i love you as you are," you whisper against his lips. "oh," he mumbles, pulling himself upwards to kiss you deeper. now balanced on his elbows, he cups your face, caging you in and kissing you even harder. you sigh into the kiss, and Jason moans softly as you subconsciously role your hips against his. you smile against his lips as his own hips grind softly against your thighs, mesmerized by the feeling of his growing hardness grinding against you.

you lay thicker on the praise, watching the effect your honey sweet words have on him.

"your so wonderful, so pretty and strong. will you let me show you just how much i love you, huh big boy?" you coo, and Jason's whole body shudders at your words. your hands travel down to his hips, sliding under his hoodie and toying with the hem.

"is this okay?" you ask, and Jason doesn't hesitate to nod. your hands travel up his atomach, running over his happy trail and you almost moan at the scratchy feeling. traveling higher, you grab one of his nipples in two fingers, rolling the nub gently and watching his eyes screw shut as his breathing picks up. your free hand tugs lightly on the hem of his hoodie.

"lets get these layers off, yea?" Jason nods, rolling to the side and laying flat on his back as you straddle him. "use your words, Jay," you tease, and Jason obliges.

"oh fuck- yea, yes,"

"yes what, honey?"

Jason sends you a slightly disgruntled glare, and you chuckle slightly. you can't help but compare him to a wet cat, all miffed and pouty.

"yes, you can take my clothes off."

"much better," you purr, and Jason huffs. his eyes never leave your face as you lift his hoodie over his head, and you admire just how broad he actually is. he's strong, body defined with muscle, but he still has a bit of tummy that makes you go absolutely feral. your eyes trail over his pecs, sliding down his stomach and vee line, finally catching sight of his thick happy trail leading down beneath his waistline. that sight alone makes you want to devour him, and you have to restrain yourself from absolutely jumping his bones lest you rush in too quickly.

"your staring.." he mumbles, and you giggle.

"your just so pretty, baby, can't help that i want to absolutely devour you." Jason rolls his eyes, but his cheeks flush all the same.

"lets get these off, yea?" you tug at his waistband, pulling down his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. he's already half hard, precum pooling at his tip. you wrap your hands around his base, using your other hand to rub your thumb over his tip. Jason's whole body jerks, and he lets out a string of curses as you slowly jerk him off.

"im not gonna last like this," he hisses, hands flying to your wrist.

"good."

"i want to cum inside you," he pleads, and you sigh, unable to resist indulging him.

"fine, baby, but i'm gonna need to prep myself first," you warn, and Jason nods fervently. "can you sit on my face?" he asks bluntly, and you chuckle.

"yea, okay," you reply, smiling to yourself as his face erupts in delight. you immediately rid yourself of your clothes, giving him a little show as you strip into nothing but your panties. looking him in the eye, you slowly tease the waistband of your underwear, slipping it down your thighs as your free hand sensually cups your cunt. ridding yourself of your undergarments, you watch Jason fight to stay still as you spread your folds.

"don't tease," he whines, and you smirk. "you know i can't help it," you reply, and Jason groans. it isn't long before your positioned over his face, drooly cunt right above him as your thighs fill the same role as earmuffs. large, rough hands find purchase on your hips, tugging your cunt downwards.

"need you t'sit, ma," Jason mumbles, licking a fat stripe between your folds. you moan softly, rolling your hips against his face. "there she is," he drawls, one hand keeping your hips steady while the other begins to draw steady circles on your clit. "that's my girl".

his pace is unrelenting as he eats you out, licking and sucking between your folds like theres no tomorrow. his thumb never leaves your pearl, stimulating your clit so perfectly until your thighs are shaking. it isn't long before you feel your orgasm approaching, and you barely have time to warn him before it washes over you.

"o-oh, Jason, 'm gonna-" you gasp, rolling your hips even harder as his nose and finger nudges your clit. he hums something you can't make out against your pussy, and in seconds the cord in your stomach tightens as pure orgasmic bliss floods over you. Jason helps you ride out your high for a few more seconds, making out with your drooling pussy and soaking up all of your release. when you pull away, you worry you may have suffocated him from how tight he's gripping your thigh. the sight of him, cheeks flushed and eyes fuzzy with your slick covering his lips will probably be the hottest thing you ever experience. you let out a soft whine at the sight, and Jason grins.

"you sure you can make it another round?" he teases, and you scoff. "can you? mister i can't last like this..." Jason flushes slightly, hips jerking as you align his aching dick with your entrance.

"you ready honey?"

"yea," he murmurs, leaning back and watching you with lust filled eyes as you begin to sink down onto his cock.

Jason lets out a needy moan as your heat begins to engulf his length. your barely passed his tip when his hips lurch, and it takes incredible self control to keep himself from giving in and pushing his fat cock into your needy cunt. you flutter around him, adjusting to his size as his eyes screw shut.

"almost there," you mumble, thighs shaking as you clench around him. Jason lets out a wanton moan, squeezing your hips as your cunt swallows his shaft. when you finally reach the base, he lets out a pathetic whine, twitching inside you when you role your hips. his cock reaches sl deel inside you, and just grinding down against him makes you see stars. you begin to roll your hips, lifting yourself up and slamming down as you set a brutal pace. Jason mewls, hips bucking as tears form in the corner of his eyes.

"y-you're so good f'me baby, so good- can feel your fat cock all the way up here-" you drag his hand towards your stomach, where the impression of his dick can be felt beneath your abdomen.

"o-oh god-" Jason moans, eyes rolling back as his head gets all fuzzy with pleasure. his moans are borderline pornographic, and he lets out the cutest little ah ah ah's as you clench around him. you can tell neither of you are going to last much longer, and you somehow manage to increase your pace even more, lifting yourself up intil only his tip is still inside and grinding back down.

"s'too much!" Jason's voice slurrs, and you let out a breathy whine.

"yea, yea i know baby, y'so good f'me, making me feel s'good- gonna cum for me big boy? gonna make me proud?" Jason lets out a sob, chest heaving as his dick twitches from deep within your cunt.

"yes, yes please- wanna be good f'you, please please please-" he's cut off by a strangled moan as he cums, eyes rolling back and thighs trembling as you feel his seed fill your cunt. the feeling of him coming inside brings you to the edge, and you clench around him as you see stars. your orgasm lasts for a blissful few seconds, in which galaxies dance across your vision as Jason continues rolling his hips until your both mewling in overstimulation.

you collapse against him, chest heaving as he wraps his arms around you. the feeling of his warm skin against your own is so pleasant, and you couldn't possibly feel any more intertwined. he doesn't move to pull out, and neither do you, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of closeness. you fight hard against exhaustion, but you know it's a losing battle as it feels as though your eyelids are magically being weighed down.

"now do you know that i love you?" you mumble, kissing his neck. Jason hums, eyelids fluttering. "yea... i do."

"i love you s'much, Jay.." you whisper, feeling sleep overcome you.

"i love you too."

this is unproofread bc im lazy... sorry 😭 i've been fighting for my life in school im SO sorry i havent been posting as much- my classes and job r kicking my ass ngl but i WILL be trying to push through more of the 2k event requests !!!

[winterarmyy]

Promise Me | Part I

When he was sent out for war, Bucky made a promise to his lover that might just last through several lifetimes.

Summary: Y/N kept being reincarnated into the world for seemingly endless of lifetimes with the lasting, vivid memories of her past lover during the 40's, Sargent James B. Barnes. While she thought this was a 'punishment' for her sins, she was also unknowingly oblivious to the fact that James was still alive somewhere, almost forever frozen in the time.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)

Words: 6.5k++ (hella long bc lots to cover in the story building part)

Pairing: 40s!bucky / eventually tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: just slow induced angst for your daily consumption (i guess?) It has a hopeful ending so don't let the first warning chase you away. reincarnation concept. an attempt to follow exact mcu timeline (forgive if i'm wrong at certain parts). slight religious contents. grief & loss. graphic violence. deaths. mention of suicide. a lot of reader's pov, story building > dialogs (sorry guys).

P/S: Another impulsive writing from me y'all. I hope you don't get bored of this tendency of mine lol. I just need to let the fantasies out before it consumes me. So... anyway, it's gonna be another 3 parts fic cause for the love of god, I cannot commit for more :') Also, my first attempt of writing 40's bucky!!! I'm honestly scared. I hope you like it!

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Italy, 1943 – His return

If it was one thing that Bucky should expect when he decided to be in a relationship with Y/N was that he had to accept her for who she was; stubborn, clumsy, bold, clever, sweet and most certainly the prettiest dame he ever met.

He might have unknowingly signed up for it the moment he quite literally fell for her at one of those Stark's science expo. Bucky had been stealing glances at this one pretty lady in the crowd, adored in soft mint dress that falls right below her knees.

It wasn't even a scandalous dress to wear in public but somehow Bucky was more than ecstatic to marvel at her beauty. There was no such thing as a too long of a stare, especially when she laughed like that; throwing her head in amusement, the loose strands of her curls fall back across her shoulders as they slightly shook to the rhythm of her laughter.

A careless misstep, that Bucky could see from a mile away, had caused her to stagger backwards and twisted her ankle into an inevitable fall. Somehow, Bucky managed to slither his way through the crowd towards her, almost jumping forward to catch her before she landed on the ground.

Not only that he was the one who fell first, but he also fell hard.

So, it was expected that Bucky knew what he had got himself into. At least, that was what Y/N had been repeating in her head to convince herself for what she had done. Now that she was sitting at the back of the wobbly military truck, the fear had slowly started to seep into her, causing shivers to crawl all over her nerves.

Y/N just knew it in her guts that Bucky would be absolutely furious when he sees her but what does he expect her to do when she hadn't receive any letters from him for months now. So, when she heard that they needed more medical helpers at the Italy base, she signed up without thinking twice about it.

"There has been a recent attack on the 107th. Too many casualties and much more whose heavily injured. You might have your hands full the moment you arrive to the base. There are few rules..." The lieutenant's voice was rigid just as his demenour when he continued to inform the situation to the troops of medical staff.

No matter how much she wanted to pay attention to his words, Y/N couldn't help but to tune in only at his first few sentences. Casualties, heavily injured. Her hands moved to search for the cross pendent hanging from the necklace around her collarbone, gripping it tight as she prayed that her lover was not categorized under any of those dire circumstances.

What the lieutenant said in that truck could never be more true as the moment they stepped into the medic tent, Y/N and the others were quickly pulled to assist the fallen men. It was truly heartbreaking and horrid to witness the dreading truth behind what the public posed as the "heros of the country'.

Surely they were proud to fight for the nation but then again no human being should ever had to suffer the consequences of war; not the civilians and certainly not the soldiers.

After seemingly hours of continuous stitching, wrapping and patching up; surrounded sound of groaning pain and the endless cycle of inhaling the distinct scent of fresh blood, burned flesh and the bitter of anticeptic odor; the injured soldiers were finally taken care of and had been put to rest.

Y/N looked around the tent, noting the unorganized mess around the patients; the result of the panic and chaos of the whole situation. A thought came to her mind, she might need to do some cleaning up before writing down medical record for each one of the patients.

That was when the lieutenant entered into the tent, and his stern gaze swiftly analyzed the much calmer scene, "Thank you for your service, everybody. I assume the soldiers are stabilized?"

"Yes, sir." One of the battalion doctor replied as he approached, while the rest of the team watched from where they stood.

The lieutenant simply nodded, "Good." He paused for awhile and looked around,  "Now, have any of you met Captain America before?"

There were bunch of no's murmured around the medical staff, some of them just shook their head as an answer and the lieutenant nodded again as he informed, "Well, I guess you are all just darn lucky cause he's here to perform. You are invited to come and join the others to watch, if you want to."

"Steve's here?" She thought to herself.

As the lieutenant continued to explain some things about accommodation, food and medical supplies, Y/N's head were filled with thought that her dear friend, Steve was there too.

"I wonder if he gotten any words from James."

"Maybe he got letters from him?"

"Or could it be that he was here to find James too?

There were so many questions kept circulating in her head that by the time she snapped out of them, the lieutenant was already long gone and some of the medic staff went out to untangle themselves from the hours of stressful tension.

As a nurse herself, she felt the need to take care of her patients and finish her job before anything else. So, she started to clean up the shredded clothes, bloodied guazes and the other medical tools that needed to be sterilized and put away.

By the time she finished, it finally dawned to her that there was no trace of Bucky in the medic tent. Which means he didn't fall into the heavily injured category. So, there was two left; the one she prayed for and the other that dreaded her to even think about.

Y/N quickly made her way towards the tent where she can find the soldier in charge. However, if she was focused during one of the lieutenant's speech in the truck, she would've heard that she and the others were not authorized to enter certain parts of the base, which include the higher ups' tents.

When she was turned down by the soldiers, she sadly walked away towards the main area where Steve was supposed to perform. The drag of her feet across the dusty sand was heavy but no more heavier than the burden in her heart.

She watched as her black pump shoes gradually covered with light sand. Finding it odd that a few weeks ago she was standing on the shiny tile of a hospital in Brooklyn and now she was halfway across the world in the middle of the chaos of a war.

The things she'd do for love.

Soon enough, the dry ground was wet from the sudden down pour, turning it into a murky soggy path. Y/N quickly ran towards the main area where apparently the show was long over. "Did I missed Steve?" She thought as she stepped into the tent where the performers supposed to be.

The tent turned out to be empty and only the sound of drizzling raindrops above it was left behind. She looked around the area and saw the costumes for the performers were still there; the pleated white and red skirt hanging on the rack, white gloves clipped with them, the captain's shield with notes sticking at the back of it and the iconic blue helmet-mask thingy plastered with the obvious letter.

She peeked a little to the right only to see Steve hunched down on the floor, curling into himself just as he always did back when he was left beaten up in the alleyway somewhere in Brooklyn. She guessed that the upgrade of his size doesn't really change his habits.

Y/N walked closer to see him holding his sketchbook on one hand and another was a pencil pressing across the paper, lining the drawing of a monkey on a unicycle. "I guess the serum does not amplify your art skills huh Steve?" she teased as she approached the blonde man.

Steve lifted up his head as he turned towards the familiar voice, "y/n?" His face lit up as he recognized her face. He stood on his feet and pulled her into a tight hug, "It's so good to see you." He sighed, he haven't seen her since his departure when she insisted for him to stay.

But alas, Steve was also as stubborn as her.

It took awhile for him to process it but when it came to him, he gently pushed her away, "Wait.. what are you doing here?" His brows creased into a worried frown.

Y/N simply smiled as she responded, "They needed help, so I volueentered."

Steve shook his head in disbelief, "Bucky made me promise not to let you do stuff like this." In which Y/N countered, "And he also remind you not to do anything stupid until he get back so..." she purposely trailed her words for him to draw the conclusion on his own.

He let out a long sighed before concluding, "Bucky's gonna kill us."

Since, Bucky was in the topic, Y/N took the oppurtunity to asked Steve about him, "About that, have you heard--"

A woman's voice came from her back, cutting in between her words, "Steve?"

Steve nervously untangled himself from Y/N as he shyly greeted the woman, "Hi."

The woman continued to stare at Y/N trying to figure out her role and relationship with Steve but before she could get any strange idea, he quickly introduced her, "This is y/n. She's my good friend from home."

A spark of realization glint through her eyes "I see. I'm Peggy. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand towards Y/N, in which Y/N gladly shook it in hers as she reintroduced herself, "You too. I'm y/n."

After the brief exchange of smile between the two ladies, Steve continued to asked Peggy, "What are you doing here?"

Peggy sighed as she explained, "Officially, I'm not here at all." She paused as she picked her words, "I just came by to oversee the situation after the recent attack."

Although Y/N knew what Peggy meant, she was one of the medic staff that had been stitching up the aftermath of that attack after all. However, Steve on the other hand seemed to be lost.

Peggy further explained, "Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano, more than 200 men went up against him and less than 50 returned." She paused, "Your audience contained what's left of the 107th."

Steve's blues widen in realization that almost looked much like panic, "The 107th?"

"What?" Peggy prompt quickly.

Steve then turned his head to Y/N, "Bucky?" He questioned shortly.

But even she was hoping that he'll know something about Bucky, apparently she was wrong, "I tried to ask but I'm not authorized to enter the tent. I was hoping you heard from him."

Seeing the panic in Steve's eyes, she knew that her lover was no where near the safety that she prayed for. But before fear could set in, Steve sprinted out of the tent, "Come on!" he shouted as Y/N and Peggy ran closely behind him.

When they arrived to the tent, fortunately they had the permission to enter with the help of Peggy. "Well, if it isn't the Star-Spangled Man With A Plan. What is your plan today?" Colonel Philips greeted in a teasing manner.

Steve didn't even bother to greet the colonel as he demanded, "I need the casualty list from Azzano." In which the Philips responded, "You don't get to give me orders, son."

Knowing that arguments won't help the situation, he control his tone of voice and spoke, "I just need one name, Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th." He took a short breath and insisted, "Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R-"

Colonel Phillips stood on his feet as he walked towards a table behind him, "I can spell. I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count." He paused before turning around to eye on Steve and briefly on the very worried looking nurse next to him.

"But the name does sound familiar. I'm sorry." There was a flash of sincerity in his eyes when he looked towards Y/N.

The optimistic Steve continued to insist more about other possibilities than casualties, "What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?" They went back and forth about the what is the 'right' thing to do, "Yes, it's called 'winning the war'. "

And suddenly sound of the heavy rain fall was all Y/N could hear, then comes the booming of her heartbeat as the panic started to deprive her of any optimism, clouding her judgment to think of anything near to positive outcomes such as Steve.

It was getting harder to breath and the anxitey slowly choked her, forcing tears to pool in her eyes. Peggy swiftly took a hold on Y/N, before her knees managed to fall to the ground. The muffled sound of Peggy's voice managed to come through but not enough to wake her from the despair.

Before she knew it, Steve was already gone for an unauthorized rescue mission with the help from Peggy. And ever since, Y/N had spend every waking moment digging her knees into the uneven ground. Her elbows bruised from how hard she propped them on the steel edge of the army green cot. Her palms almost dented to shape of the silver cross as she desperately squeeze it between her hold.

She prayed and prayed for his return. For both of her dearest to be safe, to find their way home.

And for a moment Y/N thought her prayers were graciously granted by God, as the crowd was getter louder and the circle of soldiers were geting thicker when the survivors joined the rest of them. There were chantings of "Captain America" that echoed throughout the base and that gave her relief to know that Steve was safe.

But it was not enough to tame her anxiousness. Y/N's focus has never been sharper when her eyes scanned the crowd, she slithered her way between the jumping joy of the soldiers, grabbing onto some men who she mistook as Bucky until she saw him.

Her heartbeat ramped increasingly as she pushed through the soldiers, finding strength from the blood pumping excitement when she recognize those steel blues and that cheeky smile. Not long before she managed to grab onto his hand and pulled his attention to her.

It was brief but he knew that face anywhere; and suddenly his whole body was engulf into a familiar tight hug that he thought he could never be able to feel again. "James." her voice still stuttered even if it was just one word that came out of her lips.

"y/n?" Bucky called her name, almost in disbelief.

God, she never knew that she was able to miss his voice this much.

"Doll, what you doing here?" He gently lead her away, which she reluctantly followed, "I'm here for you." There was no need of lies now that Bucky was here in her arms.

His gaze soften with a mix of concern and joy, "What do you mean you're here for me?" Bucky couldn't help but to let out a short laugh, "Sweetheart, you do realized that you're in the middle of a war?" His brows quirked as he reminded.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course, she realized that. The moment she saw that form for enlistment, she knew. But, it didn't stop her to sign up, does it?

She laced her fingers into his, "I didn't come all the way here to fight with you, James." she whispered as she leaned closer, "So, please just shut up and kiss me."

Bucky might have just realized it now; what a stubborn, demanding, crazy little lover got himself. Though at the same time, she had never charmed him more.

Bucky sighed in defeat before running his tongue on his lower lip, "Well then, come here you little minx" he took her by the head and gave her the most desperate yet sweetest kiss she could never forget.

Brooklyn, 1944 – Promises, promises

It was the day that Steve, Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos were depolying to the Austrian Alps for one of the biggest mission since Captain's impulsive rescue mission in Italy last year.

Apparently, Zola was on the move and predicted to be passing though the location while travelling on a train.

This wasn't the first time she had sent Bucky away, but the fear of each always felt like it was her first; especially when she thought about the promise of death that's chained to a soldier's fate.

The closer the time of departure, the stronger her grip on Bucky's uniform becomes. And Bucky didn't need to say anything because he knows her too well; she won't take any of his sweet words as a cure for her distress.

Bucky slowly swayed her from side to side as their embrace tightens with need; her face hidden in the crook of his neck while his arms secured around her waist. He had to smile as it reminded him of their late night dance, barefoot on the kitchen floor of his apartment.

He could feel the teasing gaze coming from his back as well as the whistles of the Howling Commandos playfully making fun of him. Bucky was also well aware of the fact that everyone had made theirs bets on when will the Sargent James B. Barnes finally get down on his knees for his little nightingale of a nurse.

Unsurprisingly, Steve might just win the bet afterall. That punk just had know everything about him.

Y/N closer snuggled into him one last time, "Come home to me, James." She whispered against his skin before pulling away. Teary eyes threatened to spill its salty liquid as she looked up at him, "Promise me."

Bucky's charming smile lighten his features as he leaned to press a kiss in her forehead, "I promise."

Brooklyn, 1945 – Loved and lost

Months gone by, entered the new year, and it always felt like eternity for Y/N. She spent nights kneeling next to her bed and days on the church's floor; practically begging to God for the life of her lover, for keeping him away from death.

And the letters from Bucky also come and goes within those few months' time, with his promises of coming home that's laced in the words of his longing and love for her.

But, little did she knew, that promise met it's end of the bargain when the dreaded letter came to her hands. It came from the man she met back in Italy base, Colonel Phillips, sending the words of condolences for the death Sargent James B. Barnes during his honourable mission at the Austrian Alps.

But the first time she read to words, it didn't even register in her head. It was as if her brain failed to translate the message for her to understand. Y/N had been re-reading the same lines over and over and over until it finally clicked.

The usually bright eyes of hers were now slowly filled with tears, she was in the state of shock; that even if her brain knew exactly what had happened but her heart wasn't ready for it. 

The tears started to fall down onto the letter. Drip by drip. And all of the sudden she lost every word that she could ever think of. Her silent scream; suffocating her with each breath she took desperately gripping onto the fragile piece of paper, holding it to her chest hold as if that would help to ease the pain in her heart.

Y/N could feel it in her ripping guts. How all the threads of every joyful memories she could ever once recall; they  unraveled in a way that broke her to pieces until they were all but a rumpled of strings scattered about her feet.

A sharp fall had forced Y/N down to her knees, skin digging into the hard floor as her hands trembled silently, clutching onto the letter.

At first when she opened her mouth, there was not a single sound came out as her breath ripped from her lungs. Each left her with scars of loss and every waking minute in this reality was just pure pain.

Her body bend forward until her forehead meets the floor, that was when she wailed; an agonizing scream that left a haunting memory to the neighbours around her apartment.

She cried like there was too much raw pain inside that she could never contained. She cried like her soul needed to break loose from her skin, desperate to release a loathful rage on the world. 

But it was more than just crying, it was the sobbing of a woman that drained of all hope. She sank on floor, willing herself to be swallowed by the dread and loss. Just screaming out the agonies that been dancing across her vulnerable veins. 

Her chest violently quivered as she was desperately trying to catch the air. She collected every last energy that she had to call out the name of the lover she had loss, "James.." Her gasping breath whispered against the floor, "You promised." 

A month later the nation celebrate to the announcement to the end of a war, but to Y/N it was just another wave of mourning grief to a loss of another precious person in her life; Steve.

Amidst the loud sound of cheering and laughter, she rushed away from the crowd to the place that she had put all her faith into. Stumbling through the empty church and falling at the feet of Jesus' statue, Y/N looked up at the face if God with loath, rage, despair, and tears.

The night was brighten to the flashing light from the firework but all she could think of was how similar the sound of it to a firing canon in the war. And the thought of Bucky and Steve run through her mind.

She had been nothing but faithful to the lord, religiously prayed for no more than saving the life of people she held dear to her heart.

But, God thought it would be merciful to let them die.

Y/N harshly ripped the cross necklace from her neck, tearing her skin apart in the process. She gripped on the cross in her hands, much like she would few month back but for completely different reason.

The crimson of her blood tainted her white collar of her nurse uniform as she she cursed the all mighty God for what he had done. Ever since, she swore to herself to never be naive to the illusion of God's mercy ever again.

Washington D.C., 2014 – An old friend

Fate is full with irony and God has his way of twisting them for his own pleasure.

When Y/N died in the 60's, old and unmarried, even if she doesn't believe in God anymore, her dying wish was to be able to meet her lover and friend again.

At least one more time.

But lo and be hold, God had different plans for her. Y/N's body did die that night on the hospital bed but her soul never did. It was as if she was woken up from sleep in another body with the same face as her, that's when she realized she has been reincarnated.

Apparently, she was only born in the same family lineage as her original life; whether coming from her younger brother or cousin or anyone related back to her bloodline. And sharing even the tiniest amount of blood of her own, triggers every single memory from her previous life.

This wasn't what she wanted.

She didn't want to live knowing she cannot be with Bucky.

So on the 2nd life, she did the unthinkable. She took her own life, thinking that she would finally leave the world behind but she didn't.

It happened again.

And again.

And again.

So, when she reached her 6th life, she realized that she will never able to meet James and Steve ever again; that was when she went rogue.

Her 6th life was filled with rage and vengeance that she took the idea of life very lightly. So, instead of living until the old days, she searched for revenge and got herself tragically killed in the process.

Now, the 18 year old Y/N was in her 7th life, with a new name that was given by her 7th parents, "Evelyn" , and the spitting image of her 1st life. From her dark raven hair to the light brown of her eyes. This time, she decided to try to accept the cruel fate; the cursed that God had placed on her for the sin that she made decades ago.

Y/N walked around the Smithsomian Museum, specifically at the American history section where they put up Captain America's exhibit. It's been how many lifetimes since she surround herself with knowledge of a past that she once lived.

This was the first time, since her first life. And most probably the last time since she was going overseas in a week to continue her studies in Asia.

She walked along the line up display of the Howling Commandos suits, remembering the living flesh of them as she took steps forward to each, stopping in front of Bucky's.

Flashes of him appeared to where the figure stood; the memories was so vivid that she could still feel fabric of his suit against her, the electrifying feeling on his skin on her own.

She ripped her gaze away just to be greeted by the portrait of Bucky, plastered so hugely on the memorial of one of the Howling Commandos section. Despite the cracking of her heart, her body move on its own; as they knew that deep down, Y/N's heart will always be yearning for her lover.

Her gaze soften with longing and nostalgic as she slowly blink at his features. His considerably messy hair, that little frown that he does to act mysterious for the ladies, and the thin layer of beard that she loved to leave her lipstick marks on.

Y/N's daydream were cut short when someone pulled her by the arm, startling her into a defensive mode. Her 6th life's habit almost broke through when she nearly flipped the man on the floor but thankfully she stopped herself as she recognized those blue eyes.

The man's face looked pale like he had seen a ghost, as he uttered a name that she haven't heard for decades, "y/n?"

"Steve..." she called his name wordlessly.

She knew he was alive. Everybody does, when the news came out in 2011, she was merely a 15 year old kid back then. Apparently, the super soldier serum helped him to survive the ice.

She remembered how her parents rushed to her room when they heard the sudden cluttering sounds of panic upstairs, only to find their daughter on the floor looking pale while her cup of iced coffee spilling in all over her study desk as the viral youtube video of Captain America running through New York city barefoot.

She remembered the feeling of both disbelief and joy that rushed through body as her parents helped her to sit up on her bed. The moment that it sunk into her head, she began to cry. Streams of joyful tears broke from her shaky body, each drop washed the painful burden in her heart as her parents lulled her to sleep.

Y/N never made an effort to meet him after knowing truth because who would've believe her words?

She wasn't Steve. There wasn't any super soldier serum in her blood. There wasn't any tank of chemical that drown her with power.

She was cursed and now she had to live with it.

Meanwhile, Steve seemed to be trapped in a spiralling confusion of his own. He examined each of her features and he had not a single doubt that she has the same face to an old friend in the 40's.

The same friend that he knew died of old age in the 60's.

But, how come the person managed to have the exact same face to hers. Now that he looked closer, she was younger than the last time he saw Y/N. She looked like she was in her teens, "Are you really y/n?" His voice was soft as he muttered.

Y/N bit the insides of her cheeks, holding back the urge of telling him the truth, "Sorry, I think you got the wrong person." she tried to untangle his grasp around the thin of her arm.

Even her voice was similar to Y/N, and she was looking at Bucky's photo like she knew him.

How could she say that she's was not Y/N?

Steve reluctantly let go of her arms and took a step away after seeing the distress on her face, "I-I'm sorry. You remind me of someone I know." He couldn't take his eyes off her.

She was just too similar looking to someone precious that he left behind.

"It's okay, sir." She smiled gently, like the way she usually does when Steve apologizes for his impulsiveness of picking a fight in alleyways. She looked up to the taller man as she continued, "Thank you for being alive..." she hesitated to call him by his name so instead she called for his other name, "...Captain."

She thanked him sincerely before walking away, leaving Steve to reminisce the memories of his life with Y/N and Bucky as he stared at Bucky's memorial.

The next week, she left the United States for Asia where she planned to spend 4 years studying at the National University of Singapore, leaving her past behind in hopes of moving forward with her life, refusing to care about the avengers shenanigans anymore, including her dear friend, Steve.

New York, 2018 – New norms

When half of the population was wiped out from the earth, two of them was Y/N's parents. And like every other people who had lost their loved ones during the blip, her parents sudden absence truly take a toll on her, especially when she was planning to live a long life with them.

After graduating and getting a decent job in Singapore, she was forced to go back to New York when it happened. Y/N couldn't just let her childhood house left abandoned, she simply can't let that happen.

You would thought a person who had multiple lifetimes would be used to losing someone they love but no. It only gets worst as the years go by.

The more Y/N tried to fit into the new norms, the more that she could feel herself slipping into old habits of her 6th life.

Until that one drunken night when she visited the Smithsomian Museum again after years of forcing herself to forget about him; it took her one look at the potrait of Bucky, she knew what she had to do.

Germany, 2023 – An old nemesis

Nearly 5 years into the blip and Y/N was already becoming a legend in the underground scene. They called her the Deathstalker. She never really knew the origin of it but nevertheless she chooses to stick with the newly founded identity.

With the skills she picked up on her 6th life, she easily became the most deadly assassin in the business, seemingly in a constant competition of reputation with the highly popular, black widow assassins.

Though she couldn't care less about who was winning the battle, she only cares about tracking anything or anyone related to Hydra.

After that fateful night at the museum, she couldn't to think that this must be her calling.

If the curse made her technically immortal, then why not became the hunter destined to slay the monster. They said that Hydra will never die, but so was she. And if anything good came out from this curse, then she might as well use it to avenge Bucky.

And bring the old nemesis to the ground.

Her 6th life was similar to this but she wasn't going to make the same mistake. The flaming greed to have her revenge was too strong back then, it lead her to be hasty and clumsy, which then let her to an early death.

But, she's grown out of those immaturity.

Nowadays, she takes her time and still get the job done flawlessly. Just like she is now, when the soft but dark sound of her chuckle, interrupted the silence that had claimed the room.

The poor man was sitting limp on the chair with his body tied with it. He had been like this for seemingly hours with a knife in one of his thighs, which trembled with the vibrations of his body.

More so, when Y/N twisted them, causing a keen of pain to clawed up his throat and spilled out a hoarse groan.

"Where is it?" Her fingers wrapped around the handle, as she watched the man tossed his head, more with fear than trying to answer.

"I don't like to repeat myself." Y/N slid the blade free, causing a noise he would not forget. The man sagged against his bonds, panting as he watched the blood surged and dribbled out of the wound.

But then he felt the prick against his other leg, wide eyes turning to watch as the knife was held above his skin, Y/N's hand flat against the top, ready to push in. "Where the fuck is it?" her tone was eerie as the voice changer in her mask produced an emotionless robotic effect on it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The thick german accent seethed through his voice as he grunted in pain.

There was only boredom in Y/N's eyes as she gazes straight into his. A stab of the knife went through his thigh without a warning, until the tip of it almost met the flat surface of the chair beneath it.

The whole room echoed with the sound of the whimpering and cries of his struggle, "Please, I swear to God I don't know what you're talking about." He pleaded as fast as he can, when he felt the shortage of breaths in his lungs due to dealing with the excruciating pain.

"Playing dumb isn't going to help you, mutt." She twisted the knife, pulled out and stabbed it again causing him to fall into an almost delirious state, "Please, please please, I swear I don't know anything about the serum." He blurted out of misery.

There it was.

The thing she wanted to hear.

Y/N's eyebrow quirked in interest, "I never mentioned the serum in our conversation, no?"

He fucked up.

He knew that he fucked up.

But, does it matter when his body was searing in pain?

By the end of the intense interrogation, Y/N finally got the intel she needed to find and destroy whatever was left behind by Wilfred Nagel, who was recruited by the CIA to recreate the super soldier serum.

Those greedy fuckers just cannot stay away from things that shouldn't be meddled with. Even Y/N could see the potential threats of a successful recreation the super soldier serum; they were practically asking for Hydra to revive to its glory days.

And she would not allow that to happen.

She needed to destroy it before its finished.

A loud wail left the man's lips, almost sounded a little strained as he had been screaming in pain for hours. Y/N mercilessly grabbed him by his sweaty chin as she pried his mouth open. Knowing exactly what was coming, the man begged, "Oh lord, please please help me please."

Leaning closer she coldly spoke, "The gods doesn't care about you. Trust me I've been there." With a swift strike, she forced her knife down his throat, and a splash of red tainted her mask, nearly got into her eyes but she managed to blink before it does.

She stood still as she watched him gurgle on his own blood as death collected his soul. Wiping the blood away from her eyelid, she walked out of the abandoned building with a mission to finish; all the while blissfully oblivious to the war that the avengers were fighting to their death on the other side of the world.

Madripoor, 2024 – The most prized asset

The returned of her parents were as sudden as the lost. Though she was glad that they were back, however she had to live a double life now that they kept asking about her job and personal life as they wanted to catch up for the lost of time in 5 years.

Y/N felt bad for lying to her parents but it was for their own good. Now, that she had sent them to a honeymoon to travel all over Europe, she felt better in pursuing her mission without concerns.

Besides the joyful return there was also the awful ones.

Now, that Wilfred Nagel was back from the blip. The serum was perfected to its finest version. And was stolen by bunch of kids protesting for equal rights.

What a fucking mess that was.

But, she would deal with that later. The main focus right now was to find the man itself. There would be no more serums if the source is eradicated.

That was her priority.

With her face hidden behind her signature mask, Y/N walked through the messy crowd as she searches for Shelby's men. This should be a short meeting, since Shelby and her had history together; or more to a favour that she owns to Y/N.

However, when she tried to tune in into the hushed conversations in the crowd, she noticed that the murmurs seemed to be divided into two hot topics; one about the sudden appreance of the Deathstalker, which was herself, and second was surprisingly about the return of another notorious assassin. 

Then when the conversations died down, a fight suddenly broke out. Y/N hold on the handle of her blades from the side of her thighs, as she stiffed into a defensive mode.

While on the other hand, the crowd seemed to be more interested in recording the fight, than avoiding it.

She seemlessly weaved her way through the people, only to see that the action ended with a man choked onto the table of bar. The attacker's face turned away from her where she could only see his figure from the back.

Then, a gleam of gold caught her attention, Y/N squinted her eyes as she analyzed the man's left arm.

It was not the pattern of the sleeve from his suit.

It was his arm.

A black bionic arm.

Which reminded of her of someone she came across in her 6th life; but his was a tin foil silver with a red star on his upper arm. At the time, he was Hydra's most prized asset, they called him the Winter Soldier.

Part II >>

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A/N: yes, I am well aware that left y'all hanging but I still hope you enjoy this one. Tell me what you think so far, I'm curious if y'all cry at the part where she received the letter or maybe you can comment of something else, I'd still love to hear them ♡

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The last two designs for the main cast. With these two done, I can finally work on miscellaneous characters that I've been eyeing the most.

Again, thoughts below the cut:

My issues with their Original designs:

Sir Pentious:

I thought I would only have one thing to say about him (the unnecessary eyes) since he was my favorite in the entire original cast but having taken a closer look at him for this, I saw a lot of things that bothers me.

Too many eyes. specifically the lower half of his body has too many eyes and it seems detrimental to him. It's kind of painful to think about it since I do not think we ever see those eyes close. Is he just slithering on the ground with those exposed eyes? That's got to be irritating at best and damaged at worst as he continuously slithers on them.

There are eyes on the bowtie and the hat? There are already 4 extra eyes on his hood, so why have even more? I get that the original Pentious design was basically a monsterous amalgamation of eyes but the eye thing could have been scrapped altogether.

While his palette was the least red out of the cast (More so composed of yellows), it still blends in with the rest of the reds.

The claws are an unnecessary repeating design trait (Alastor and Vox notably have them too). I don't think it would've been too big of a difference to just keep his fingers fully black.

The stripes on his suit are too thick. It's called pinstripes for a reason.

I don't like how the hat is shaped to fit the head, It's awkward.

not a point, but I just wanted to say how the blue color palette works really well with him in that last episode.

CherriBomb:

She's not that bad of a design (She's sort of bland in my opinion) but it's the little small details about her that makes her so simple and also so complicated at the same time. There are so many batches of freckles scattered everywhere, little explosion lines on her skirt as well as the X on her chest, the tattoos are a jamble of random loops and bombs, and her tattering doesn't have an easy shape to consistently draw.

The thought process for these two:

Mx. Pentious:

Pentious goes by both Sir/Miss/Mx. but uses she/they pronouns.

Minimized the actual amount of eyes on her, I kept it only to her actual eyes and those on her hood.

Gave her a butterfly-shaped hood. It's nothing deep since it stems from the fact the notches in Sir Pentious' hood almost looked like one to my bad eyesight. I decided to play more into that idea.

I read some posts where people talk about how Sir Pentious should have a snout and while I understand why and fully support people giving him one, I really didn't want to add the snout to this design. It drove me crazy since I'm not a big fan of it. I tried a compromise where her head was shaped more like Phineas.

Kept the tophat but removed its eye and mouth. If I remember correctly, Viv took that from one of her co-workers from the pilot. I decided to just have it as a regular tophat.

It doesn't have all the colors, but her design does have the Neptunic flag.

I'm not sure if this even is a real snake but I based Mx. Pentious' design on this:

CherriBomb:

Scraped most of her features in exchange for a sukeban theme. I personally have zero knowledge about the punk scene in Australia.

A majority of the suggestions I received for her rough draft had something to do with the skirt. I elongated it and gave it a slit in which the magenta from the inside is able to pop out.

Thought it would be a cute detail to have her hair explode if she's angry.

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Apologies this took too long to be posted, Life got in the way as well as the fact I was feeling shitty about Pentious' first draft. Her skin was an awkward and ugly shade of green and seeing some posts critical of Pentious' design got me to think a little bit more about what direction I'd like to move her redesign.

You could see this in the earlier rough sketches but this was how Pentious' first redesign looked like

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Further With You 💚 (Ominis x F!MC)

I'm back with more Ominis one shots! I've got two more coming up after this as well so hope you guys are ready for an influx in Ominis love!

This one is based off a delicious Thirsty Hour post from the wonderful @greedyforgarreth.💕 It was this post specifically. I couldn't get the imagery out of my head and needed to write something surrounding it.

Tagging my Ghostface partner in crime @myrachondria cause I know you love my Ominis content! 💕

Further With You - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC || Summary: Ominis and MC are in a brand new relationship. After keeping things innocent this whole time, they decide to take things a little further. (Sorry the summary is crappy but this fic is 10% plot 90% smut!) 2.2k words

Warnings: Characters aged up, 18+, and in 7th year || NSFW || Smut || 0ral || f!ng3r!ng || Minors DNI ||

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The cold winter air was refreshing as it hit her face, one hand pushing open the door that led outside, while her other hand tugged on her boyfriend’s hand, leading him along.

Ominis let out a soft chuckle. “Now darling, where are we going in this cold weather?”

She dragged him a short distance to a little corner in the Transfiguration Courtyard. The normally busy courtyard was empty due to the cold snow that littered the ground as well as the air, but the heat they were both feeling overshadowed any feelings of cold they would have had. She pushed him against the wall, slamming her lips into his. The kiss was rough, wet, and sloppy. Her hands were in his hair as his came to her waist, pulling her closer, as if she could get any closer, her body already flush against his. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. “Someone couldn’t wait, huh?” He teased. 

“Is that a complaint? I can stop, you know!” She teased back with a bite to her voice, which excited him. 

Ominis brought his head forward, catching her lips with his as they resumed. It had only been a month since this had started, and Ominis still couldn’t believe his luck. After pining for her all of sixth year, she was finally his, after he had mustered up the courage to tell her how he felt. To his surprise, she had spent her year pining over him as well, also being too scared to admit it. Now, they were a month into a beautiful relationship, and Ominis felt like the happiest man alive.

She was the one to pull away this time. He heard a small sigh fall from her lips before she spoke. 

“I actually brought you out here to talk to you…as well as kiss you!” She laughed, but Ominis could hear the nervousness that accompanied her laugh. He felt her place a hand to his cheek, softly stroking it. “I know we’ve only been together for a month, but…I really want to…take things further with you…I…I’m ready to take things further.” Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she finished her sentence. 

Ominis’s heart, on the other hand, felt like it had stopped. “Take things further” he heard her voice repeat in his head. Although they loved each other deeply, they hadn’t gone very far with each other yet, at least not physically. They did snog, a lot, almost too much according to Sebastian the numerous times he caught them in the Undercroft or in numerous little hidden corners around the school (like the one they were in now). They had also done their fair share of over-the-clothing activities - Ominis’s hands were very familiar with the size and squishiness of her breasts, and she thoroughly enjoyed grinding herself against his clothed cock, leaving him with a boner he had to desperately will away before someone noticed. But they had never gone any further than that.

“Further…?” Ominis whispered, the naughty thoughts flooding his brain left him breathless. 

“Yes, further, as in, the things we’ve already been doing, but maybe more…naked.” He could hear her confidence rising as she spoke. “And maybe we could do some things we haven’t tried before…also…naked.” She let out a small laugh that made Ominis melt. He leaned in to give her a quick kiss before he took her hand. This time he was the one leading as he held out his wand, allowing it to guide him back inside and towards the Undercroft, which had become their spot to spend alone time together. 

They were stopped on their way there by Garreth, who begged for her quick assistance with a brew he was working on. She agreed, promising Ominis it would be quick. But the quick detour turned into a several hour delay, as they kept getting interrupted by another one of her friends needing a favor everytime they finished helping someone. He always loved her willingness to help those around her, but right now the personality trait couldn’t be more frustrating.

When it seemed as though she had helped half the student body with their problems, it was dinner time. The anticipation they both had was now desperation. Ominis assumed their alone time would have to wait once again, so he was taken by surprise when she pulled him away from the Great Hall towards their prior destination.

“My my, I would have thought you would have wanted to at least have dinner first, my love!”

“There’s only one thing I’m hungry for, darling, and it’s not food!” she shot him a wink before she burst out laughing. “I’m sorry! I know that was awful, I just couldn’t help myself!” She stopped as they approached the Undercroft door. She took a deep breath before tapping her wand to the clock face. Finally, the two of them were going to be alone. 

As soon as the door to the Undercroft chimed shut, her arms were wrapped around Ominis’s neck, pulling him into a rough, sloppy kiss. He returned her kiss with equal passion, their tongues intertwining. Without breaking their kiss, she pulled their bodies over to their little corner of the Undercroft, where they had previously left a collection of pillows and blankets. On the nights where sleep evaded them both, they met up down here, finding comfort wrapped in the blankets and each other’s arms. The Undercroft was their favorite spot for innocent alone time, but tonight it was going to be used for a much naughtier purpose. 

She reluctantly broke the kiss to get down on the ground, sitting herself on the blankets and pulling Ominis down with her. When they were both on the floor, they resumed their make out session. As they devoured each other, Ominis’s hands ran all over her clothed body as her hands ran through his blonde hair. 

“Darling…” Ominis started, pulling away for a second to catch his breath.  “I know we were eager to do this earlier, but I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this right now…” There was a nervousness to Ominis’s voice as his eyes darted away from her direction. Her hands released his hair and cupped his cheeks, her thumbs swiping across his cheeks lovingly. 

“Ominis, I want to do this, but only if you want to.” Her voice was soft and gentle. It was the same soft and gentle voice she always had with him, the voice he fell in love with. She was always so soft and so gentle with him, a contrast to how everyone else had been with him his whole life. There was nothing he wanted more than to be closer to her. He answered her concern by bringing his head forward, meeting her lips. Her hands came down to the buttons of his shirt, slowly working them open as her fingers shook, still nervous, but eager. Ominis took that as his cue to do the same, and within minutes, they were naked before each other.

She took a moment to look over his bare form, sighing slightly, which Ominis of course caught. “Everything alright, my love?” He asked. She could only respond with a “Mhm”. He was beautiful, almost angelic. Her heart ached as she was reminded that he couldn’t see her the same way. She closed the distance between them as she pulled him in for another kiss, but not before he took his hands and placed them on her waist, allowing him to feel her bare skin. 

His hands squeezed her hips before they moved upwards, coming up to cup and squeeze her bare breasts. He chuckled lightly against her lips as he did so. His hands continued to move slowly up and down her chest, feeling every inch of her upper half. He was mapping her body, the same way he had mapped her face when they first became friends, the way he had mapped her lips before their first kiss. 

After several moments, his hands came to rest on her hips as he pulled her lower half, having her lay on her back. He finally pulled his kiss-swollen lips away from her equally swollen lips as he hovered over her.

“Before we do anything, can you…spread your legs for me so I can just feel you?” his nervousness was back. “Obviously I’ve never…touched between a woman’s legs before. I just want to memorize every inch of you.”

She laid back on her elbows and spread her legs wide, as Ominis kneeled between them. One hand came to rest on her hip while the other moved up her thigh. His fingers trembled, which he apologized for with a nervous laugh. She reassured him that everything was okay, and that she’d guide him through if he was worried. 

He reached his destination, his fingers lightly grazing her. He took a sharp intake of breath before his finger slipped between her wet folds. The softest sigh fell from her lips at his action, almost as if she was trying to hide it. This gave him the encouragement to add a second finger. “You’re so wet, darling.” He groaned. He then began to move his fingers up and down her slit, coating them in her wetness, committing the feeling of her to his memory, and this was certainly something he wanted engraved in his brain for all eternity. She was slowly and softly panting as his still trembling fingers moved down, grazing her entrance, and then grazing her asshole as they moved further down. He made sure to press over each hole, earning small moans out of her before he brought his fingers back up. 

“Show me where your…sweet spot is?” Ominis asked nervously. He wasn’t completely unaware of a woman’s anatomy, having heard far too many things from Sebastian. She took a hold of his hand, moving his fingers up towards her clit. “Right here.” She whispered as she moved his fingers to rub one small circle into herself. He followed her direction, rubbing his own slow, small circle into her, an action which elicited a whimper out of her. He continued rubbing, memorizing every twitch her body made in response, as the sounds of her moans flooded his ears. 

He moved his hand lower, his fingers greeting her entrance once again. His fingers didn’t tremble this time as he slipped them inside. Her body was so inviting, a feeling of heat and tightness meeting his fingers. “So warm.” He whispered as he moved his fingers, feeling around until he found a spongey spot. “Is this your other sweet spot?” He asked with more confidence in his voice as he pressed down on it. He got his answer in the form of a loud moan and a violent buck of her hips. 

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, while his other hand came off of her hip and on to her clit, ensuring that both of her sweet spots were getting the love they deserved. She was practically screaming, and Ominis hoped that they were too far underground to be heard in the hallway. Not that he had a right to complain about her noises, as he was making his own noises as well. He felt so overwhelmed by what was unfolding in front of him, the woman he loved falling apart in his hands. He was falling apart himself, his hard length leaking, dangerously close to his own undoing. All of his senses were full of her - his ears filled with her beautiful sounds, his fingers feeling her warmth, his nose filled with her intoxicating scent, all he was missing was a taste of her…

Without a second thought, he crashed his lips into where his hand was working her clit, and if the students didn’t hear her before, they heard her now. 

His wet fingers gripped her thighs as his mouth devoured her. He moaned against her as he alternated between sucking and licking, eager to push her past her limit. Her release was quick and intense, a scream of his name topping it off. He took in every drop of her release as his own release hit him as quickly and as intensely as hers had, his cum coating the blanket underneath them as he whimpered her name. 

They both sat up, panting heavily. She took note of the mess on their blanket, a look of disappointment painting her face. 

“Ominis! I’m sorry! I would have loved to have taken care of that for you!” she groaned.

“Oh, it’s quite alright darling, I don’t think I could have handled anything else. Taking care of you was more than enough stimulation for today.” He shot her a shy smile, his nervousness flooding back to him for a fleeting moment before it faded away as she leaned in to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. 

They cleaned up, smiling to themselves as they did so. Ominis couldn’t help the way he heart was fluttering, reveling in the big step their relationship had just taken. It would only get better from here, and he was excited for the next step, knowing there was still so much more exploring left to do with each other.

[midnightlazule]

{NSFW} Breeding [Sabo x AFAB!reader] (2023 KT)

Summary | After neglecting your needs for a few weeks, you finally figure out what had Sabo so adamant on staying out of the bedroom.

CW | AFAB reader / She/her pronouns / p in v sex / breeding kink

To say Sabo had been acting weird recently was an understatement. The man had been going through great lengths to keep the topic of sex out of any and all conversations. Anytime you'd bring up having some bedroom fun with the man, he'd immediately shoot it down and claim he had work to get done, or he was simply just too tired.

It had begun to worry you.

Maybe he was no longer interested in seeing your body? Was he no longer attracted? You didn't know the answer, but you hoped it was nothing bad.

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You had came back from a recent mission, having been sent by Dragon to recover information that was useful for the revolutionary army. As you made your way back towards Dragons office, you couldn't help but overhear the sound of Sabo talking with another female coworker. You could hear her giggling while Sabo talked in a hushed town.

Was this the reason why he hadn't been wanting to spend time with you in the bedroom? Had he been seeing someone else behind your back? You shook your head, Sabo wasn't that kind of person, if he had a legitimate problem then he'd talk it out with you.

He was likely just stressed.

Continuing on your way, you tried to push all the thoughts of Sabo and whoever it was in there with him out of your mind, not wanting to let it put a damper on your mood. Approaching Dragons office, you knocked, announcing your arrival before opening the door.

The man himself was sitting at his desk, looking through some documents, grumbling to himself. "Sir?" you questioned, "I have the intel you wanted me to grab" setting it down on his desk, he gave you a nod.

Turning to leave, you were stopped by the sound of him clearing his throat. "___, something on your mind?" he questioned, looking up at you with that stone like gaze of his. You shook your head, "nope, just typical ol work stuff" you answered, looking at him with a neutral expression. He motioned for you to sit down, "Sir, I promise I'm fi-" he glared at you, "sit down, that's an order."

With a heavy sigh, you obeyed, sitting down in one of the leather chairs. "What's bothering you, surely it's no one in the office?" he asked, "No, no, it's no one in the office, at least I don't think it is.." you muttered, "at least you don't think it is?" Dragon repeated. "It's just.." you trailed off, looking down at your hands.

"Does this have anything to do with Sabo?" he asks, leaning back in his chair. "Yes but it's all relationship stuff, it doesn't have anything to do with our jobs" you picked at the skin on your fingers, "besides, it's nothing you should concern yourself with, sir, you have a lot on your plate already.. you shouldn't be worrying about my relationship problems" you chuckled awkwardly.

He hummed, looking at you with a calculated gaze. "Very well" he motioned his hand for you to leave. Giving a polite nod, you got up from the leather chair and left, closing the door softly behind you. On your walk back, you passed by Sabo's office once again, all that was audible was the shuffle of paper.

"___!" Sabo called out, getting up from his desk. "How was your mission? You never stopped by after you got back, it had me worried" he approached you, stepping out of his office. You gave a soft, almost forced smile, "I was going to but it sounded like you were busy discussing things, and I didn't want to intrude." You didn't fail to notice how his face paled just the smallest bit.

"Oh- well, did you hear anything?" he asked, not at all realizing just how awful that sounded. You stared at him for a moment, before crossing your arms "what do you mean? Is there something I shouldn't know about?" you frowned, looking up at him.

"Well, yes and no?" he chuckled awkwardly, "listen.. I- I can understand how strange that sounds, but I promise it's nothing bad, okay?" he puts his hands up, clearly more nervous than before. "Then tell me what it is" your frown deepened, "because surely it doesn't have anything to do with you seeing someone behind my back" you growled.

"What?! No, god, ___, no I would never.. Look, just.." he looked around the hallway before grabbing you by your shoulders, pushing you into his office and closing the door behind himself. You stared at him expectantly, clearly irritated and on the verge of yelling at him if he didn't fess up to what he was actually doing.

"Look, ___, I.. I was talking to Koala about.." his face flared up, rubbing the back of his neck. "About?" you questioned, "look Sabo, if you're cheating on me can you please just fess up? You've been avoiding having sex with me for past few weeks, if you're no longer attracted to me then just say it instead of keeping me in the dark!" you could feel your throat beginning to burn, tears were threatening to spill.

Sabo looked like he'd seen a ghost after hearing what you just said, "___, no-" he sighed, what why was this so difficult for him? "I was talking to Koala for advice about kids, since she's more knowledgeable about all of that" you raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a strange look.

"What?" you said, "so you went to Koala but not me?" you scoffed, "I'm leaving" you walked past Sabo, but felt his hand grab your wrist. "I talked to her about it because I want to have a child with you, ___" he spoke quickly, his voice shaking. You turned around to look at him, brows raised, "...what?"

"I want to impregnate you, ___, that's why I have been hesitant to have sex with you because I've been afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself" the words fell from his lips quickly, and you struggled to keep up. "I've been wanting to just.. fill you with my seed, to watch your stomach grow in size" his face grew an even deeper red the more he continued to talk.

"I want to breed you" he coughed into his hand, looking away, almost shamefully.

It was your turn for your face to flare up, looking at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

"I know it's weird and I'm sorry-"

"Stop" you held up a hand, Sabo looked deflated. "Let me get this straight, you didn't want to have sex with me because you were afraid you'd impregnate me without my permission?" you looked up at him, and he nodded. "Sabo.. god, you big goof, why didn't you just speak to me about it?" you sighed, a relieved laugh leaving your lips.

"You've said before you didn't want kids" he shrugged, eyes downcast. He felt bad for leading you to believe that he'd do such awful things behind your back. "Sabo, I said that six years ago" you stated, "having your child would be an absolute blessing, but there's no telling if Dragon would allow me to take it easy" you sighed, "I can talk to Dragon, I'll take up any extra work in order to keep you from doing too much" he said quickly, a hopeful sparkle in his eyes.

Crossing your arms, you looked at him with a smile, "you already know he wouldn't have you do more work than you already do" a chuckle left your lips, "he'd likely just keep me from going out and getting intel, he's not going to force a pregnant lady to go out and do dangerous jobs, he's not an asshole."

"So does this mean.." he trailed off, looking down at you with a hopeful gaze. "We'd have to get a nursery set up" you chuckled, Sabo was absolutely beaming, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. "Sabo-" you patted his shoulder, not being able to breath from his tight embrace. Releasing you with a quick apology, he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

Smiling, you opened your mouth to say something before a knock sounded at the door, interrupting the moment. "Sabo? May I come in?" It was Koala. "I have that paperwork you asked me to get" she walked in, stopping in her tracks when she noticed you in the room. "Oh! I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

"No, not at all, me and Sabo were just talking" you smiled at her, giving Sabo a subtle wink. "I'll leave you both to your business talk, I have things to get done" you gave Sabo a quick peck on the cheek before walking past Koala, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.

.........

"You two looked happy" Koala teased, smirking at Sabo, "did you finally grow the balls to tell her?" she asked, watching Sabo as he sorted through some of the paperwork she'd given him. "I did, yeah" he said, clearly not fully paying attention. "What?! Really? How'd she take it?" Koala sat up, looking at Sabo with a wide grin.

Finally paying attention, his face reddened. "She took it well, but scolded me for hiding it from her" he chuckled, "I'm happy I told her though, I just hope Dragon doesn't mind her taking time off once the baby bump starts coming in" Koala scoffed, "of course he wouldn't mind, he's not an asshole!" Sabo snickered, it seemed both you and Koala knew Dragon well enough to know he wouldn't force a pregnant lady to work.

Although even if he did, he'd likely never hear the end of it from everyone, especially Ivankov, they absolutely adored you.

"I just hope I'll be able to protect both ___ and our child" Sabo looked up at the ceiling, "I don't think you'll have to worry about that, ___ is a strong woman, she'd kill a whole army of marines before she'd let them lay a hand on a child" Koala smiled, she really did admire you.

"Say.. Koala, I still have yet to speak to ___ about it, but.. If she's okay with it, and if you're okay with it, I want you to be a god parent to our child, just incase anything ever happens to us" Sabo looked at Koala, a serious expression on his face. "You already know I'd accept that in a heartbeat Sabo, you and ___ are like family to me" she smiled softly, "anyways, sorry to cut this conversation short, but Dragon did request to see me after I got done giving you the paperwork and what-not" she waved a quick goodbye, leaving the room.

Sabo leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his lips.

A wistful feeling stirred in his gut, he wished Luffy and Ace were here, he'd love for them to meet his future kid.

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Evening time rolled around rather quickly, sitting in the cafeteria with Koala, the both of you were talking about really anything that came to mind. "So, now that you know Sabo wants to have a kid with you, when are you both going to get busy?" she smirks and wiggles her eyebrows. You lightly hit her shoulder in a friendly manner, trying to fight off your rising blush. "That's none of your business" you gave her a look, smiling.

"Oh come on! Everyone here has been waiting to hear the good news of Sabo fessing up, they want a mini you and Sabo running around" she said rather loudly. "Koala! At least keep quiet, jeez! I don't need everyone here knowing that we're planning!" you tried to make yourself appear smaller.

"Sabo finally told you!?" a loud voice sounded from behind you. You felt your soul leave your body, if Koala wasn't loud enough, than Moda surely was. The girl looked down at you with a wide eyes and a happy smile, hands clasped together. "Shhh! Please! I don't need everyone knowing-"

"So he finally fessed up? good for him, I was getting sick of waiting" Ahiru chuckled softly, looking down at you with soft eyes. "Don't worry, ___, we already knew about Sabo wanting to have a kid with you, just glad he said something or I would've told you myself" she joked. You sighed, rubbing your face with mild annoyance.

Before the three women could continue to pester you further about the fact that you and Sabo were planning on having a child, the man himself walked right through the cafeteria doors. He looked around, searching for you before his eyes finally landed on your form. You had your elbows on the table, rubbing your temples the same way you do every time you're annoyed.

With quick strides he made his way up to the table, giving the three women surrounding you polite nods. "___, we got some paperwork to fill out, Dragons orders" he spoke, looking down at you with a glimmer in his eyes. You peered up at him, "what is it about?" you asked, "important matters, so come on" Sabo said, ushering you to get up and follow him.

Getting up from the table, you waved a quick goodbye to the three girls. "Don't shake the bed too much!" Koala yelled out, the other two women laughed. You looked back and gave each of them a playful glare, even though you were in fact annoyed, you couldn't help but crack a smile at their jokes and friendly jabs. "Seems like they were giving you trouble" Sabo hummed, pushing open the cafeteria doors for you.

"No, not at all" sarcasm laced your voice, "anyways.. what was it that Dragon wanted us to work on?" you asked, Sabo chuckled. "Well, Dragon didn't actually have anything for you to help with, I just fibbed a little so that I could get you into my office without causing too much of a fuss" he smiled. "And I'm glad I did, those three wouldn't let us hear the end of it if I told you I needed you in my office for no reason"

You snickered, "so what, you just wanted me to sit in your office while you worked? No other reason?" you smirked at him, winking. He smiled, holding a finger up to his lips, "that's confidential information that I can only share behind closed doors."

Rolling your eyes in a playful manner, you decided to refrain from asking anymore questions, knowing he wouldn't answer them until we were in the privacy of his office. The walk was comfortable, keeping up with his pace with ease, he was walking a little quicker than usual. Whatever was on his mind had him eager to get back to his office.

.......

Approaching his office, he opened the door for you, holding it as ushered you inside. His desk was covered in a couple small stacks of paperwork. It was all neatly placed, which was no surprise given the fact that Sabo preferred to be neat and tidy.

"So.." you turned and sat against the desk, crossing your arms. Sabo locked the door behind himself, turning to face you he smiled. "About that 'confidential information'?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "Right.. right" he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, "what? turning shy on me already?" you purred, pushing yourself off the desk you approached him.

Placing your hands on his chest, you dragged them up to his collar, fixing it. He stared down at you, taking your hands into his. "I wanted to do something special with you, since it's been a little while since we last had sex" he brought one of your hands to his lips, leaving a delicate kiss against the back of it.

You hummed, "I would like that" a smile spread across your lips, "but.. because you left me waiting for so long and led me to worry, I'm going to take it upon myself to punish you" you smirked. "It's only fair" giving him a sultry look. Before he could question, you removed your hands from his grip and lightly pushed him over to his desk.

"Is my punishment you having me do my work instead of fucking you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "because I feel like that's also punishment on your part, especially since this can take hours to complete" he finally sat down, watching you with curious eyes. "Oh no, darling, you'll see soon enough" your smile was cruel.

.......

"How is this fair?" Sabo groaned, trembling as you sat on his lap. He laid his head down onto your clavicle, you could feel warm puffs of breath against your skin. You had decided the best way to punish the man was to cockwarm him. Despite the fact that he was all for the idea, he was really beginning to regret it, having you clench and flutter around him for what felt like hours.

His head was spinning, and he could barely focus on anything, he knew he had work to get done, but how was he supposed to concentrate? Thank god Dragon didn't expect him to get it all done within one day.

You were sitting there silently, rolling yourself against him each time you felt him grow even a little flaccid. He could feel your slick dripping down onto his base, completely soaking his pubic hair, god how he wanted to fuck into that sweet, dripping cunt of yours.

"___, please." he whimpered, hands circling around your waist, he was struggling to keep himself from humping up into you. Beads of sweat fell from his temple, trailing down the side of his face. "I think you're capable of waiting, I mean, you did make me wait weeks, you should consider yourself lucky that I'm even giving you this" there was a sickly sweet smile on your face.

The grip around your waist tightened, and Sabo felt himself slowly lose control, "Please, baby, please" he whimpered, a sharp groan leaving his throat when you clenched around him. He could feel the chuckle that vibrated through your body, one that was cruel and completely unsympathetic, "why are you begging? You're already inside of me."

He hissed out, no matter how easy it could be to bend you over and take you, he knew he couldn't. This was his punishment for the way he had neglected your sexual needs, all because of his own kinks he was too afraid to open up about. "You know I'm not going to do anything until you give me the okay" he groaned.

You hummed, clearly pleased by his answer you decided to reward him by lifting yourself just a little hearing his choked moan as you sunk back down. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take, a pitiful sob fell from his lips at the feeling of your pulsing heat around him, holding him like a vice.

It was getting harder and harder for you to keep your composure, despite the fact that this was meant to be a punishment for your lover, you couldn't help but slowly grow needy as well. His thick cock constantly throbbed inside of you, pulsing against all the right spots. But no matter how much you wanted to give him permission to move, you wanted to keep him like this for just a little longer.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

You felt Sabo flinch against you, "Sabo?" a voice called, though it was muffled, you recognized Koalas voice instantly. You turned your head to look at Sabo, his eyes wide, 'don't you dare' he mouthed, grabbing hold of your hips, attempted to keep you in place. Giving him an innocent smile, you rocked your hips into him, watching as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip in attempts to not make noise.

"Pretty sure they left early" another voice sounded, and you could hear Koala laugh. "Come on, lets go see if we can find Hack, he'd be delighted to hear the news" you listened as their talking and giggles slowly faded away. Feeling Sabo blow out a hot puff of air as he relaxed, you couldn't help but snicker. "You're a cruel woman, ___" Sabo breathed.

You mocked a pout, "calling me cruel.. especially when I was just about relieve you of your punishment." You reveled in the look he gave you, tilting his head back, he couldn't help but whine. "Baby, please" he begged, he was growing desperate. His usual calm and collected demeanor was slowly but surely crumbling, leaving nothing but a man desperate for release.

"How badly do you want to fuck me?" you asked him, "I want to- badly, please darling" he trembled against you. "Do you think you've been punished enough?" you asked, Sabo breathed, giving you a look. He knew that was a trick question, "no, I deserve much less than this- you are too kind, my dear" you smiled, "I think I've punished you enough, my love" you felt his arms tighten around you, but he refused to move.

You couldn't help but admire just how well he knew you and your tricks. Every offer you made was a trick in disguise, one that would further his suffering. No matter how badly his cock was aching, or how much his mind screamed at him to bend you over and take what was rightfully his.. He wouldn't until you gave him direct permission.

"Sabo.." your low and sultry voice caught his attention, looking at you with lidded eyes, he rubbed a hand against your hip to show he was listening. "What a smart little thing you are" you leaned closer to his face, leaving small kisses along his jaw. He whimpered, you could feel his fingers tighten over your hips, on of them sliding down to hold your thigh.

Your kisses made it up to his ear, grazing your teeth along the outer shell, you left another kiss on the tip of it. "Earlier you said you wished to breed me, yes?" you said lowly, "yes, I want to, so badly" Sabo's voice trembled, "then do it" you smirked.

Lifting you off of him, you couldn't help but whine from the feeling of no longer being filled, but Sabo wasted no time. Pushing you back onto the desk, you hissed out in pain from the feeling of it digging into your back. Sabo muttered a quick apology, grabbing and lifting your legs, he placed them on his shoulders.

You nearly screamed when he thrusted himself back into you, the desk creaking and loud squelching from the slick that had collected over his base sounded around the room, letting everyone who was passing know just what was happening. "S-sabo!" you called out, his thrusts were rough and desperate. "That's it" a low groan left his throat, "call my name, say it loud, let everyone know who's pumping you full... gunna breed you so good baby" he growled.

His words caused the coil in your stomach to snap, a silent cry left your lips as white overtook your vision. Your body shook, and the pressure in your abdomen went by in waves, you heard Sabo growl something, but the ringing in your ears was far too loud. Sabo's thrusts stuttered, feeling your cunt squeezing around him tightly as you came, he groaned, his rhythmic relentless pounding turned into sporadic deep thrusts as he got closer to his own release.

"Yes, yes, yes, ye-" Sabo repeated the same word like a mantra. Spreading your legs further, he leaned forwards, placing his hands on both sides of your head. He gripped the edge of his desk, using it as a stabilizer as he ground his hips into yours. The new position had the both of you seeing stars, you could feel your second release building up as Sabo was chasing his with desperation.

Despite your body feeling like it was boneless, you raised your legs, and wrapped them around Sabo's waist, pulling him closer to you. This seemed to do him in, groaning out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rutted into you, hips stuttering as he finally came, filling you. The roll of his hips against yours brought you to your last orgasm, your cunt fluttering and clenching around Sabo, practically milking him of every ounce of semen he had to offer.

A weak chuckle left his lips, lowering himself against you, he panted against your sweaty skin. Raising a hand, he placed it against your stomach, "gunna be so happy..." he said breathlessly, "can't wait to see you all swollen with my child" nuzzled against you.

"Did such a good job" he breathed tilting his head up to look at you. "Give me a little bit and I'll help you clean up" though you said nothing, you raised a hand and ran it through his hair, not at all minding the sweat that accumulated on his scalp.

The both of you laid there for a little while longer, enjoying the afterglow of your devious deed. 

[thescarletnargacuga]

God, Scarlet, you have no idea how much I love your raceway au. True, I've never been a fan of racing and competitions, but I loved your fic from the first words.On the contrary, I was glad to see not only the official chapters, but also oneshote. This is encouraging, and I would like to ask for more raceway short fics if I were braver. I just always wanted to ask for something else at the raceway, but I couldn't get over the my fear. No, I'm serious. the showtime and and the different interactions of the characters with each other excite me. :D

And well, I would like to make a request..? I'm embarrassed to do this, but today is my birthday and I want this day to stop being bad so... I apologize in advance. Can I get some showtime raceway? I fucking love them. (Sorry for my bad English)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🥳 Thank you for being brave and submitting an ask! If it helps in the future, you can submit anonymously! This will work as a direct continuation of Burger!

BURGERS AND TIES

A RACEWAY AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

Raceway AU by me

WARNING: NONE!

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Caine and Pomni were neck and neck around the final turn of the track, racing full speed towards the finish line for the third time. Both had steely determination to win, but with no items on the default track to use, it came down to kart maneuvers.

Their racing drew the attention of those inside, gathering on the lawn to watch the Caine and Pomni. They'd never seen someone race Caine before, none had dared try. He was the game's host, there was no way he could lose. It was surprising enough that Pomni was giving him a run for his money.

"WOO! GO POMNI!!" Ragatha cheered from the sidelines.

"YOU'VE GOT THIS, POMNI!!" Gummigoo shouted too.

Pomni couldn't hear her friends over the engine and wind but she could see them jumping up and down with excitement. Her heart leapt with joy from their support.

Pomni bumped Caine's kart in an attempt to throw him off on the final stretch. He steered into her in response. Their karts slammed together, sparks flying as they rapidly approached the finish line. The eye contact between them was intense, no longer looking forward on the straightaway.

Caine's code thrummed as the literal sparks between them flew. He was mesmerized by the way her hair flew in the wind, occasionally flitting over her eyes wildly. The sheer strength of her will to win would have struck fear into lesser men. To him, it was beauty incarnate.

Pomni felt a rush like no other. A digital adrenaline response that made her fearless under the gaze of a being as powerful as Caine. If anything, she found him endearing. Cute, even. He wasn't some overlord, but an eccentric showman eager for a good time. While his win-hungry gaze was piercing, there was a certain tenderness in it that made her heart flutter.

They blazed over the finish line together, slamming their brakes simultaneously to stop and check the leader board for which one of them won. The board pronounced the race a tie. Again.

Pomni and Caine groan and temporarily collapse in their karts, catching their breaths.

"How....how?" Caine repeated breathlessly.

"I don't know." Pomni responded, just as winded.

The others rushed Pomni, all talking and congratulating at once. Pomni shakily climbed out of her kart, nearly falling over from race rush withdrawal and being supported by Ragatha. "You did it! Holy smokes, you almost beat him!"

"Woo..." Pomni weakly cheered.

"Why don't you race like that all the time?" Jax inquired, brow raised. "If you did, you'd smoke everyone here but me." He chuckled.

"Oh, shut up. It obviously takes a lot out of her." Ragatha defended, holding onto Pomni.

Caine got his head straight, literally adjusting it, and floated out of his kart. "Well done, Pomni! That's the second time you've nearly beaten me at my own game. I must say, I'm impressed."

Gangle giggled, watching Pomni's reaction.

Pomni bashfully avoided everyone's stares. "Uh...heh, it's really not that big a deal-"

"Yes, it is!" Ragatha lightly shook Pomni, making her hat bells jingle. "You're incredible!"

"Thanks..." Pomni said with a shy smile.

"I don't mean to break up this lovely congratulation, but I do believe I have properly earned your attention." Caine crosses this arms lightly.

"Huh..? Oh, yeah." Pomni blanked at first but then remembered what she said. He had wanted to ask her something, but in her hangry frustration, challenged him to a race before he could explain himself. She broke away from Ragatha and stepped closer to Caine.

Caine looked at all the eyes on him and Pomni. He cleared his voice. "Please, excuse us." He put his hand on Pomni's shoulder and teleported away with her.

"They're totally gonna [%$!#]."

"JAX!!" Ragatha scolded with an angry fluster.

"For once, I agree with Jax." Zooble commented dryly.

"Z-!?" Ragatha choked.

"DID ANY OF YOU SEE THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT HER!? AAH-! MY HEART CAN'T EVEN!" Gangle shouted with utmost glee.

"Nah, mate. You're not the only one." Gummigoo chuckled. "That's one smitten bloke. It's hilarious."

"Ooh! Ants!" Kinger stared at the grass.

~

Caine and Pomni reappeared out of bounds, in the privacy of Caine's asset workshop. He reluctantly removed his hand from her.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Pomni asked.

"I was originally going to ask you your opinion on a new track idea I had but... Now I would like to ask you something else." He put his hands behind his back. One hand poised to snap.

"Oh?"

"Would you join me for lunch? I saw what you did to your burger and figured maybe....you're still interested in eating?"

A broad smile spread across Pomni's face. "Yeah, I am!"

"Excellent!" He snapped. A table with a red and white checkered cloth appeared behind him; along with plates of burgers and fries, and milkshakes. He backflipped over to the chair and pulled it out for her with his cane.

Pomni took the seat eagerly and dove into the food in front of her, taking huge bites of the perfect burger.

Caine didn't have a chair on his side. He sat in the air, legs crossed and stirred his milkshake idly. He wanted to give her a moment to her food before he struck up conversation.

Pomni looked at the burger in front of Caine and stared at him. She swallowed her mouthful. "You're not eating?"

Caine shrugged. "I've rarely done so, in an attempt to fit in, but it's a rather... awkward process." He pointed to the eyes inside his mouth. "These peepers tend to get in the way."

Pomni furrowed her brow in a curious expression. "Now I need to see that." She slurped on her milkshake.

Caine blinked in surprise. "Oh.. alright." He picked up the burger and his eyes flew out of his mouth and hovered over the top of his head as he bit down.

Pomni snorted and milkshake came out her nose. "You- you look like a Muppet!" She coughed and laughed at the same time at such a goofy sight.

Caine's shoulders shook with silent giggles as he quickly chomped down the burger. It disappeared from his mouth after only a few chews. His eyes went back to their original spots. "What I tell you? It looks weird." He couldn't help but smile at Pomni finding him so amusing.

Pomni wiped her face with her sleeve. The mess vanished, which she assumes was Caine's doing. "Thanks for this. I've really been craving a burger lately and wasn't really succeeding at eating one today for some reason." She dipped a fry in what was left of her milkshake.

Caine's smile warmed. "My pleasure, Pomni. You certainly earned it from me, that's for sure." He rested his chin on his hands. "Tell me, how have you kept up so well? I was really trying to beat you this time."

Pomni shrugged. "I don't know, really. I'm sure your kart is a lot faster than mine, but the karts are also kind of... weird. Maybe this isn't a secret and I'm just now noticing, but the karts seem to respond to the drivers in more ways than just pressing pedals and buttons."

"They respond to intent. It's part of the programming. The longer you race, the more your kart will be capable of because you'll sort of...bond, if you will. Once the kart has a feel for your racing style, it'll start responding before you do."

"So, the karts are sentient AI as well?"

"AI, yes. Sentient, no. Believe me, I've checked. The last thing I need are sentient karts running off with my racers."

"Why wasn't this mentioned earlier? Seems like an important thing to know about the karts."

"Gotta keep some things to the imagination, but I admire your curiosity, so I'm willing to answer your questions and explain things I would normally brush a side if brought up."

"You seem to make an awful lot of exceptions for me." Pomni squinted, a playful accusatory look in her eye.

Caine smirked, a light blush coloring the air around the sides of his face. "Gives me excuses to be around you. I enjoy your company."

"I enjoy your company, too." Heat rose to Pomni's cheeks. "So...to answer your question. I've been keeping up with you because I really, really want to- er, to win." The heat in her cheeks intensified.

"And you almost did. Dare I say... If you had ignored me, you probably would have. But you held my gaze." He rose and moved to her side of the table.

Pomni stood to meet him. He hovered close at her level. Pomni felt her heart race faster the closer he got. He took her hand and held it with both of his. She swallowed a dry lump in her throat, nerves threatening to choke her.

"Pomni...I would like to confess something, if you'll hear me out." Caine's code fluttered around like he swallowed an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies.

Pomni only nodded in response.

"I...don't know what I'm doing when it comes to human emotion, but I do know something with absolute certainty. I like you. A lot. Your smile, your laugh, your personality, your beauty... everything about you draws me in like a moth to a flame. I want to be around you all the time. I want to hear your stories, your joys, your fears, your fury. From what I have observed from the humans, these feelings are associated with romantic intent. So... I was wondering if..." Caine struggled to finish his sentence. The maddening butterflies in his code were going insane.

"Yes." Pomni said with a smile.

Everything stopped. It was like time in the game itself froze for half a second. Caine's hands trembled, squeezing hers lightly in an attempt to curb the shakes. "You're interested? In we- in us- uh-" He felt a blue screen coming on.

"Caine, you're sweet. You try so hard to get my attention, when you already have it." She gently held her free hand to the side of his lower jaw. "I was hesitant to say anything because...I was unsure too. You're brave to speak up first."

Caine nearly literally melted at her calling him brave. "Are you...sure? I don't want you to feel pressured into this. I really don't know what I'm doing, and I'm terrified..."

"Of messing up?" She gave a sympathetic look.

He nodded.

Pomni leaned in and kissed the side of his lower jaw opposite her hand. "That's a pretty human thing too. We'll figure it out."

Caine touched where she had kissed him. His blush brightly floating in front of his face. He gazes lovingly at her. "Yeah...we will."

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A/N: as another treat for your birthday, I will let you know that the next fic to be released will be Chapter 10 of Raceway!

[forever-rogue]

My partner often joke about how we wouldn’t want each other to find anyone else if one of us were to die, so I’ve been thinking…. Joel x fem!reader where reader had lost her long term partner months before meeting Joel. She develops feelings for him but can’t bring herself to move on. “He would want you to move on.” “No, he wouldn’t.” I’ll leave it up to you if they do end up together or not cuz I just can’t decide lol

AN | Please, this is so soft and everything 🥺 

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language; mention of death (cancer) and grief

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Just before he could kiss you, you pulled away. You pulled away so fast, you almost tripped over your own feet and stumbled backwards.

"What's-"

"Don't," you held up your hand, shaking your head, "please."

"Baby," the way he whispered was so tender that it almost made you cry. He took a hesitant step closer, "what's wrong?"

"I can't do this."

"Do what?"

"This," you repeated, pointing between your bodies as his entire face fell, "us. I can't do this, Joel. I can't be with you."

"I thought…" he exhaled heavily, hands on his hips as he tried to gather his thoughts. This was not what he had expected, "I thought we both wanted this. I thought-"

"You were wrong," oh. That hurt to say. The look on his face made you want to take it all back. You could see the tears listening in his eyes, "and so was I. I-I'm sorry."

"Can we just talk about it?"

"I've gotta go," before he could do or say anything else, you almost ran away from him, wanting to get home as quickly as possible. This was the worst.

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"What's wrong with you?" Ellie could tell something was wrong even before Joel got the chance to sigh as he walked into the house. She set her book down and looked at him with a concerned expression, "what happened?"

"I don't even know," he sat down next to the young girl with a huff as she raised an eyebrow. He said your name softly and she leaned in closer, "she just left. Said she couldn't do this. Whatever this is."

"What did you do?" She asked, trying to keep herself from sounding too judgmental either way.

"All I did was try to kiss her," there's a sheepish blush that creeps into his neck and cheeks, "I didn't think it was out of place. It seemed…"

"Yeah," she scooted closer to him and gently patted his arm, "I think she's just scared."

"I haven't done-"

"Not of you," she quickly shut down that path of worry and fear, shaking her head fervently, "its just…has she told you about her partner? From a long time ago."

"No," Joel's face marred with worry. You'd only vaguely mentioned a partner in the past as he'd been getting to know you, but now he was curious and worried, "she hasn't really talked about that much."

"They were together for a while," Ellie explained, "a lot of years…she said…I think this needs to come from her but she said at one point they had a child. She only mentioned it once-"

"Fuck."

"Fuck," she agreed, "her partner died a few months before she moved here."

"Oh," he ran a hand over his tired face and sighed heavily. He'd had no clue - he still felt like a jerk. He wished he hadn't tried to kiss…not because he didn't want to, he really did, but he hated the idea that he hurt you even more. Even if it was accidental, "oh."

"I thought she told you," Ellie hated seeing him upset and knowing that you were upset, "but I'm sure she will…maybe she just needs a little bit of space."

"Yeah," he agreed with a grimace. He wanted to go over to yours now and work it all out. But he also didn't want to chase you away. You were worth, worth waiting for, "I'll give her time."

"It'll be okay," Joel wished he had as much confidence as Ellie did. He desperately hoped she was right, "I promise."

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You felt so stupid for how you just ran away from Joel. The sensible thing would have been to talk to him and explain everything that was going through your mind. But when he leaned in to kiss you, every coherent thought had gone out the window. 

And the thing was that you really liked him. You found yourself falling for him harder and faster than you'd ever dreamed of or imagined. And it was scary. You hadn't felt that way about anyone in a long time…since him. 

It still hurt to think about; it still felt just as fresh and deep as the day it happened. And now you felt like you were betraying him by falling for someone else.

It was odd to even think about. You didn't even have to think about it at all, it happened so organically and everything with him felt so natural. 

Joel was unlike anyone you'd ever met before, in the best of ways. He was kind, caring, smart, funny, and a multitude of other things that became evident after you'd gotten to know him. 

And you knew, deep down, that you owed him an explanation. Even if it hurt and was hard to do, you had to tell him. He deserved it.

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A few days had passed since the incident had occurred. It took an entire three days to work up the courage to seek out Joel and talk to him. When you found him working in the small shop you approached quietly, trying not to startle him. He must have felt your presence because he turned around and looked at you with a surprised expression on his face.

"Hey there," you whispered softly, holding up your hand in a meek little wave.

"Hey," the expression on his face was nothing short of relief. His shoulders relaxed and he instantly looked like the weight of the world was off his shoulders.

"Listen, I–...can we talk?" He nodded and he motioned for you to follow him to the back where there was more privacy. It was a chilly winter afternoon, and snow had started falling softly. You held out your hand and caught a few flakes in your palm, watching them dissolve quickly.

"Listen, I want to a-"

"Don't," you touched his arm and shook your head, stopping him before he could fully believe that he was at fault for anything, "don't apologize, Joel. You don't owe me an apology - I owe you an apology."

"You don't have to…" he insisted sincerely, putting a finger under your chin and turning your face up to his, "you don't have to do anything. I just want to know that you're okay."

"I am…I think," you found it hard to look into his soft gaze, swallowing the lump in your throat, "there's something I have to tell you. I think it might help explain what happened. But maybe you already know - I have no clue what people spread around."

"Ellie," he answered as you relaxed. You adored the young girl and if anything, you were glad he heard it from her, "told me the shorthand version of what happened. But if you're ready, I'd rather hear it from you."

"Thank you," you blinked back the tears that were already welling up. He wasn't just judging, he just wanted to listen. To support you, "its kind of funny in a way. In a weird, sad kind of way but Ellie…she's almost the same age as my son would have been."

"Oh," he almost choked on the singular word. He knew that story all too well, "sweetheart…"

"My son, he…his name was Benjamin but we called him Benny. I had him when I was really young," you closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. The cold air felt like it was burning your lungs, "he was born into this cruel world that took him from me way too soon. He was just a kid…he was my baby, you know? He was seven. Seven. How is that even fair?"

Joel tried to keep his composure as he wiped away your tears. He'd told you about Sarah; you listened and held him then. Loved him so much it made your heart ache. He'd had no clue that you'd gone through the same thing.

"My baby," you sniffled softly, leaning into his touch, "but at least then I had my boyfriend - my son's father. We'd been together for a long time already, since we were just kids really. I loved him so much. More than anything in this world besides our son. Everything fell apart but we always had each other. We promised each other that we'd always be there for one another."

"Can I…can I hug you?” he wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and make it all go away, and make everything better. You looked at him with big, wide doe eyes and nodded, melting into his touch, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” you whispered as you buried your face into his chest. You never felt safer than when you were with him, “thank you. Joel, I…”

So many words were swirling around in your head and you wanted to get them all out. You had to.

“You don’t have to say anything more,” he kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tightly, “only what you want to.”

“I want to tell you everything,” you whispered, “Joel, I thought I’d be with him forever. I thought we’d grow old together and experience the rest of your lives together. But then he…he got sick, really sick. They couldn’t…do anything for him. They said it was cancer and that it was too far gone to do anything that could be helpful. They didn’t have everything they needed either. It was a fast onset, but I really wonder how long he’d felt like something was off but didn’t do anything. How long was he suffering without telling me? He was gone so quickly; it felt like I didn’t even get a chance to process everything and then he was just gone.”

“I’m sorry,” he felt his own heart break for you. He hated that you ever had to go through a single bad thing, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I lost my son and my life partner,” you pulled back and wiped at your eyes, “the two people I thought I’d have forever. And it still hurts so much.”

“All that grief,” he whispered, “is just all of that love you have inside of you. It’ll never go away, but it will get better. I still think about Sarah everyday too…and Tess. I miss them both more than anything, but I’ll always have them in my heart. Nothing will ever change.”

“You understand more than anyone,” you inhaled shakily, “you know how hard it is.”

“I do,” he agreed softly, “but it’s okay to move forward - we can’t live in the past forever. It took me a damn long time to realize that too, but it’s true.”

“I want to,” you looked at him nervously, “but I don’t know if I can. The hardest part of all is that…I can’t help falling in love with you. But I can’t be with you.”

And there it was, out in the open. All those things that he had been feeling had just been validated; he just knew that the other shoe was going to drop. He tried to control his expression as your lip trembled with effort to keep from crying. 

“I can’t….I can’t do that to him,” your hands balled into fists at your side as you tore your gaze away, “I can’t just…be with someone else. It’s not fair - it’s not…fair.”

“Sweetheart,” the pet name crashed over you and that only made you cry harder. Joel Miller was such a good man that it made your heart yearn and ache for him, “it’s okay to be with someone else. And I’m not just saying that about me - for anyone you could ever be interested in. You’re not moving on, you’re not forgetting him but you’re moving forward with life. That’s okay.”

“It’s not-”

“It is,” he insisted gently, “you’ll never forget him or your son or love them any less. But it’s okay to be happy and to love others. If it was the other way around, would you want him to be able to be happy and move forward?”

“Yes, of course,” you insisted with a fervent nod, “I’d always want him to be happy, even if that was with someone else in his life.”

“Don’t you think he’d want the same for you?” he asked, causing your mouth to open and close in surprise, “wouldn’t he want you to be loved, to love, and be happy?”

“It’s different-”

“It’s not,” but his response was not unkind. It was patient and loving, “you deserve all the love and happiness that you wish for others to have. I know it might be hard to accept that, fuck, it was for me too. But I…I allowed myself to fall in love with you too, and to love Ellie as if she was my own. That never once changed anything I felt for Tess or Sarah. I love them as much as ever. But I…I love you too.”

“Joel,” you were silently pleading with him, wishing you just had all the answers then and there. But it wasn’t that simple. Things almost never were, “I…can’t. I’m sorry, I just…not right now.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he touched your cheek, brushing his knuckles gently over your soft skin, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here, if and when you ever need me.”

All you could do was nod before turning on your heel and scampering away once again. This time you were left with so many more questions than answers. You had a lot to think about.

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It was late when the knocking came at his door. Joel grumbled as he got up from the couch where he’d inadvertently fallen asleep to answer the door. Since it was so late, he figured it might have been something important. 

Much to his surprise, when he opened the door, there you were. You looked up at him with nervous eyes and a sweet little smile.

“Hey,” he relaxed as he leaned against the door. It had been over a week since he’d last seen you. And honestly? He’d felt like he was dying on the inside, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been thinking,” you confessed as though it was some sort of secret, “a lot. About a lot of different things. But also everything that you said. And I realized…”

He remained silent as he gave you an opportunity to compose your thoughts. He was busy trying not to scare you away again.

“I realized that you were right,” it was so quiet that Joel wasn’t sure he’d actually heard you, “you were right. I can’t go through the rest of my life being sad and stuck in the past. I have to move on, but I never have to forget.”

“Yeah?” he tried not to get too ahead of himself. For the most part, he was happy that you felt that way; he wanted you to be happy, truly happy, even if that wasn’t necessarily with him, “I’m glad you were able to work it out. You deserve it - happiness and love, all of it.”

“I know that now,” you shuffled your feet nervously, taking a moment to muster up your courage, “and I want to…Joel. I want to…I’m in love with you.”

Butterflies exploded in his stomach as his breath caught in his throat. You were serious - only this time you weren’t running away. Instead you were looking at him with determined eyes and a nervous smile. 

“Funny,” he tried to ease his and your nerves, “I’m in love with you too.”

“May I…will you…?” you couldn’t even get the words out, way too anxious and nervous to finish your sentence. But Joel, lovely and wonderful Joel, knew exactly what you were asking. He nodded tenderly, taking your face in his hands before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You stiffened for a moment before leaning into his and kissing him back. It felt so different than what you were used to, but also so right and lovely and amazing. When he pulled back, the two of you were grinning at each other shyly, so many unspoken things flowing between you. 

“Everything in time,” he promised gently as you leaned in kissed him again, “I’ve got you, okay? Always, I mean it.”

“I’ve got you too, Joel,” and he knew you did. He knew you were speaking from the heart, “always.”

[fandoms--fluff]

Angel

Flufftober, October 17th

Vampire female reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You dress up as a Victoria's Secret angel for Halloween to surprise your girlfriend

A/n: I wrote this in honor of the VS fashion show that happened earlier this week. And cause I grew up watching the fashion shows and still love re-watching them.

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"When can I see your costume?" Hope asks, flopping down onto your bed while you're in the bathroom doing your makeup. "At the party like everyone else" You answer, this being the thousandth time your girlfriend asks.

"What about a tiny little sneak peek?" She tries to bargain. "Not happening, your gonna have to wait till tonight. Only a few more hours" You answer while applying sparky lip gloss.

"You're so mean!" She pouts, jutting out her bottom lip to make you feel sorry for her and fess up. "That didn't work yesterday, it's not going to work now, Cutie" You walk over to her, done your makeup. You place a kiss on her pouted lips, making them turn back into a smile.

"Please?" She tries the puppy dog eyes this time. "Let's go get a snack, I know where the cooks hid the brownies" You wink at her, pulling her up from the bed easily with your strength and lead her out the door, into the hallway.

"Or" You tell her. "We could always go check to see if Lizzie needs any help decorating" You tell her, taking her mind off ways to get you to tell her what your dressing up as.

"Where are the brownies" She immediately says. She once got caught up accidentally with helping Lizzie decorate and she was basically being held hostage until everything was perfect. In her opinion it was hell. And you can't really blame her, Lizzie has tried to rope you into decorating too, but you just gave her a certain look which made her back down right away.

"That's what I thought" You grasp her hand in hers and lead her down to the big cooks kitchen.

Once you guys get there, there's only one of the cooks who are in there, probably tidying up. She turns to you guys and huffs. "You shouldn't be in here, you'll contaminate-" You cut her off, vamping over to her. "Leave. If you tell anyone about us I'll slit your throat before you can even think the word 'danger'. You compel her, making her nod along, and repeat it back before grabbing her bag and scurrying out past a gobsmacked Hope.

"I thought no ones allowed to use compulsion" She says, slowly coming up to you. "You really think I'm going to listen to some miserable human drunk telling me what I can and can't do with my body. Than you think wrong. Plus it's just pathetic, I mean, you think he would at least get the help to take vervain" You have a playful glint in your eyes.

"But, you'll get in trouble won't you- you know what, never mind, I'd rather not know what you'd do to Dr. Saltzman if he did try to reprimand you" Hope basically shudders. "Spoiler alert; there'd be a lot of blood. and it won't be mine" You wink before going over to the locked fridge.

You pull on the padlock and it effortlessly broke in half. You let it go and let it fall to the ground. Opening the fridge, your eyes look around before they land on what you're searching for. "Ah, here we are. Brownies. And they look like they're fresh too" shut the door behind you before placing the container on the counter, opening the top.

"Take your pick, Beautiful" You tell your girlfriend, making a blush appear on her cheeks. She leans her hand in the container and picks one of the chocolate brownies up into her hands. Following, you also reach in and pick one up before biting into it, along with Hope and hers.

Hope almost moans at how good they taste. "Okay, this is worth all the rules you just broke" She tells you. "Hell yeah, it is" You swallow, the brownies are delicious and easily one of yours and Hope's favorite treats. At least that's one thing the annoying rule following cooks are good for at the school.

It's almost time for the party, and you're getting ready in your dorm room. All of Hope's attempts to know what you're dressing up as has failed, and you know her reaction is going to be amazing. You guys are supposed to meet in twenty minutes in the 'ball room' as Lizzie is calling it, when it's really just the surprisingly big gym.

You've already done touch ups on your makeup and did your hair to make it more 'runway ready'. And now all you have to do is get dressed in the outfit. Which is a breeze because it's just lingerie and then a pair of wings both of which you may or may not have compelled the company to give you. And said company is Victoria's Secret, because you're going to the party dressed as a Victoria's Secret angel.

This was the perfect choice of costume since you love the fashion shows and the pieces, plus you know it will one hundred percent drive your girlfriend crazy for you to be dressed up like that.

You take the clothing off you've been wearing all day and toss it into the laundry basket before turning back to the lingerie and wings laying on your bed. You grab the underwear first and slide it up your legs before it relaxes comfortably on your hips. The easy part is over, Now, you grab the corset bra with the train attached and carefully put it on your body, doing clasp by clasp, not wanting to destroy the piece by accidentally being too harsh with your strength and all.

After you got all the lingerie on your body and it's sitting gracefully, you look in the mirror, smirking, Oh yeah, this will definitely do. You think to yourself.

Then you reach for the wings and just as gentle with the lingerie pieces, you tie the wings under your armpits and over your shoulder blades, securing them so the beautifully crafted wings don't fall down or break.

Finally, you grab the heels and put them on the ground in front of your feet. You gently slide your feet into them before checking that everything is done.

Nodding to yourself, happy with how it all turned out and fits perfectly, you walk over to the door, leaving for the party.

Once you arrive at the party, peoples eyes wander over your body, not even subtly, may you add. Smirking, you don't pay them any mind, just walking to where you spot your girlfriend is standing with Josie and Penelope, who are dressed up as hot pirates.

Hope is dressed up as a little red riding hood, with the red cloak dress and the tights and red heeled boots. Along with matching red gloves and a basket which is sitting on the bleachers beside where she's standing back towards you.

"Hmm, you guys look like you can take anything you dream of. And with style." You tell the couple, making their eyes attention roam over to you and Josie's mouth hangs open, making you and Penelope both chuckle.

Then, Hope turns around from where her back was facing you and her mouth, much like Josie's, hangs open, along with her eyes widening with shock as they roam over your body.

"You girls like?" You place your hands on your hips, posing. Still no movement besides the eyes on the two of them. "I think what they mean is, you look drop dead gorgeous in that, y/n/n" Penelope winks, complementing you for the both of them. "Thanks, maybe we should let them oggle while we go for a dance" You smirk back, knowing that's got to snap at least one of them out of the trance.

Penelope picks up on what you're hinting at and nods along, telling her she's in. "What a wonderful idea" She answers and unlinks her arm from Josie's and place's her hand in your outstretched one.

After a couple steps backwards you guys take, Josie snaps out of it, realizing the warmth from beside her is missing. "Hey! wait a second, dance with your own girlfriend" Josie exaggerates playfully by coming over and throwing her arms around Penelope's waist.

Soon after, Hope follows and snaps out of the trance as well and comes over. "Yeah, i think you should dance with your own girlfriend like Jo said" Hope tells you and leads you to where everyone is dancing, but not before you and Penelope quickly high five.

"Of course I'll dance with you. Have I told you how hot you look?" You tell her once you guys start dancing to the slower song together. You run your hands down her hips, tracing her curves. A thick blush coats her cheeks as she looks down, smiling. She's still getting used to all the nice compliments you give her that aren't backhanded like she's experienced before from some girls who bullied her when she was younger, or more specifically when you almost killed them for hurting Hope.

She sputters before looking back into your warm eyes. "Me? Look at you, you look like a literal goddess and sex bomb" She tells you. "Forget the costume, you basically are a literal angel" She tells you, her eyes wandering over your body quickly before looking back up to your face where you're smirking.

"Oh yeah? Then I'm sure we're going to have some fun tonight" You lean over and kiss her neck before softly biting her ear lobe, making her shudder in excitement as you pull away.

"Promise" She whispers. "Of course" You bite your lip before you guys continue dancing to the song, bodies close together. And Hope May or may not be glaring at anyone who stares too long at you.

The VS fashion show look:

[lovelytsunoda]

emergency contact // mercedes ( ii )

summary: in the sequel to 'you're on your own kid', y/n makes the first step in breaking out of her shell and overcoming her anxiety by attending her first race with the mercedes team. unfortunately for her, all it takes is four hours and a few text messages with a certain f2 driver to make things all come crashing down again.

things that i want, this happily ever after, you choke on your words just to swallow them after, asleep on the couch while you're passed out in the back, i just want you to be my emergency contact

pairing: platonic! mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief liam lawson x reader (unrequited)

warnings:anxiety and loneliness, fear of dying alone. unrequited love & miscommunication between liam and y/n, this one drags the f2 idiots into this disaster, heavy drinking

author's note: all i have to say is i'm sorry for inflicting emotional pain on you guys through this series, because it's totally becoming a series: merc helping baby intern navigate being an adult.writing fics on tumblr is cheaper than going to therapy and makes me feel better than going to therapy does. that's a joke, by the way.

breathe, y/n. just breathe

that's the mantra that she repeats to herself as she walks into the paddock, watching the frantically moving figures scramble around in front of her. it was overwhelming, the atmosphere like something that she had never experienced before.

truth be told, it scared her a little bit.

"just breathe, beautiful. you're safe." angela cullen encouraged, putting a reassuring hand on the young law clerk's shoulder.

"there's a lot of people here." she laughed nervously as the pair kept walking towards the mercedes hospitality suite. "i forgot that the filthy rich fans are also allowed back here."

you don't belong here. the voice in her head was back, the one that made her want to curl back into herself. it took forever for her to get to the point where she agreed to come with the team to a race. it was just silverstone, something very much local because she was still too anxious to fly overseas. susie had thought that it would be a good way for her to get to know people within the motorsports world, a way to become more comfortable with herself and the mercedes team.

"you'll be fine." angela encouraged. "if you keep your head down and keep walking quickly, you'll be at the garage before you know it."

most of the week leading up to silverstone had been spent with nyck, susie and angela, as george, toto and lewis were so busy getting race-ready. they'd done a day in london all as a team, a film camera sitting in her backpack was filled with pictures of her and the drivers doing all of the cheesy touristy things.

it had been the best week of her life.

but she knew that once it was over, it was back to normalcy. back to frozen tesco pizza and reruns of 'benidorm'. of course, her life had improved vastly since lewis and george had welcomed her into the group. she's started having monthly girls nights with susie and angela, and sometimes naomi schiff came along as well. they'd get their nails done and go out for dinner and drinks. it got y/n out of the house, and it made her feel like she was a part of something.

this was a feeling she had been chasing since she graduated high school.

a feeling that almost made the pain of watching all of her old friends move on with their lives: getting boyfriends and girlfriends, moving in with their partners, going out every other night with their large friend groups, and even getting married.

and it really hurt her to watch, knowing that everyone else was moving on but she was still stuck in the same place.

really, she just wanted to be loved.

"hey, kiddo!" toto waved to her as she and angela went into the garage.

the austrian had become a proper substitute for her father now that she was living on her own. all that toto wanted was for y/n to feel secure and comfortable with her job at the team. he was constantly making sure that she felt included, sometimes letting her in on things that not even the lawyers got to see just yet. despite his imposing appearance and his brash attitude, he was a big softie.

"hey, toto." she exhaled a breath, leaning in to give the team principal a hug. "thanks for inviting me along, really."

"anytime. hopefully this has been a good week for you, and maybe you'll consider coming to some of the races that are further from home, a little more outside of that comfort zone of yours?"

"i hope so too." she smiled sadly. "where do you need me today?"

"it's qualifying today, so we need all hands on deck. we've been struggling a little with pace this weekend, but i think we have a shot at the front row." toto began, passing y/n a set of headphones. "usually the crew who aren't needed during the qualifying brackets hang out in the back. i think george's girlfriend is back there too, if you'd feel more comfortable around carmen."

"thank you, toto. really, i don't think i can say it enough." y/n gushed, twirling the cord for the headphones around her ring finger.

toto smiled. "any time, kid."

she walked to the back corner of the garage, talking to some of the engineers and a few of the pit crew members on her way. the crew had welcomed her with open arms. she couldn't remember a time when she had felt more loved, but the void was still there.

she ached to be loved romantically. to be understood, treasured. for another person to want to spent the rest of his life by her side. to one day get dressed up in a nice white dress, and walk down the aisle in an old cathedral or a castle or a library and officially spend the rest of her life with someone she loved by her side.

"good luck out there, lewis." she tried to push the usual existential crisis out of her mind, giving the right-time world champion a tight hug before moving on to george, who could drape his whole lanky body over her if he tried. "you too, russell george. go kick some red bull ass, yeah?"

"you can bet we'll try!" george laughed.

"hey, if you get overwhelmed at all, the back door is right there." lewis said softly, nodding his head in the direction of a heavy metal door hidden in the wall, a fluorescent exit sign posted above.

"as long as you stick with carmen, you'll be in good hands." george agreed. "just stay within your comfort zone, don't push yourself too much."

"that was the plan. being here is out of the comfort zone enough. good luck, guys." she said again, moving to stand next to carmen montero in the back of the garage.

whenever she went to events where susie wasn't around and the drivers were busy, she always found herself gravitating towards carmen. she barely knew george's girlfriend except for the fact that carmen was normal and hardworking just like she was and that this world as as new to carmen as it was to y/n.

the first qualifying session ended, and the cars returned to the garages while the commentators reset the clock. the merc garage was suddenly a hub of activity, and y/n couldn't help but notice how her anxiety was spiking as she took off the headphones and reached for her purse.

"everything okay?" carmen asked softly, putting a hand on her shoulder.

y/n nodded. "just need some breathing room. i'm going to run and get a hot chocolate from hospitality. do you want anything?"

carmen shook her head. "don't worry about me, love."

y/n slipped out of the garage through the back door, pulling her aviator sunglasses over her eyes against the british sun. there was a slight breeze in the paddock that had her pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her knuckles. the paddock was calmer now, save for the five drivers who hadn't made it through to q2 hanging their heads as they made their way back to their hospitality suites.

"hi, y/n!" alexander albon waved, a bright smile on his face. she'd only ever met alex once or twice, because the williams driver was so close with george. but alex had welcomed her immediately.

"hey, alex. it's a pity about q1."

"eh, i drive a williams." alex shrugged. "what can you do?"

as alexander headed back towards the williams garage, y/n headed towards the hot chocolate vendor, lining up behind mechanics and engineers, hospitality workers and pr reps who were trying to warm up from the cold. though the calendar declared that it should have been the summer, it felt like the spring, a damp kind of cold seeping into everybody's bones.

as she walked back to the garage with a paper cup warming her hands, she stopped to talk to a group of boys sitting on a patio table near the mercedes hospitality suite after frederik vesti waved her over.

fred had driven in f2 that morning, a qualifying that saw him starting in the middle of the pack.

"oi, fred, don't you have a debreif to be at?" y/n joked, playfully pushing him in the side as she took a seat next to him at the table.

"oh, fuck off." the junior driver laughed. "y/n, this is dennis, liam, clement, marcus and jack, they're some of my mates from f2."

as the boys waved at her one by one, she knew exactly why frederik had waved her over.

he was trying to get her to make friends.

"so, what brings someone like you out to the paddock? i don't think that we've seen you 'round here before." the blond that fred had pointed out as liam spoke first.

he had a kiwi accent that made y/n's legs go weak, her heart beating faster in her chest as she nervously combed her hair behind her ear. "i work in the legal department. i don't know a lot about how things actually work around here, i just help file the paperwork for it."

"oh, so she's a smart one." clement cheered, raising his glass of sprite for a toast. "we need more people like you around here."

talking to the boys gradually became easier. it was a relief for y/n, to see that people were so thrilled about having her around, that they seemed to like her so quickly, with no strings attached. people who wouldn't expect anything from her, but just enjoyed talking to her.

it felt amazing to be appreciated, to be liked by people who weren't obligated to.

"i should head back. q2 is almost over, and i should see if toto needs me." she said, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the laughter from one of clement's jokes. "but this has been really great, guys. really."

"what's your instagram?" marcus asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "we'll put you in the group chat." he passed her the phone, not missing the way that her face lit up as she searched for her own profile in the app, adding herself to marcus' f2 group chat.

"we were all going out later." liam added. "it's nothing much, just a way to decompress before the weekend starts. you're more than welcome to join us, if you wanted to."

"really?" she couldn't stop her face from breaking out in a grin. "i wouldn't want to trouble you guys."

"it's no trouble. i insist."

"okay. text me the details, and i'll be there."

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the evening rolled around fast. she stood in front of the closet mirror in her room of the rented mercedes villa, running her hands over her thighs before proceeding to scrutinize the rest of her appearance in the mirror. frederik had promised to drive her, and she wanted to be ready before he threw on some cologne and grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter.

there was a soft knock on her door, and after y/n gave permission for the person on the other side to open it, susie wolff stepped into the room.

“you look great, kiddo.” she said with a smile. “remember to have fun tonight, okay? just be yourself.”

“in the past, that hasn’t exactly worked out for me.” y/n sighed, rolling up the sleeves of her form/fitting long sleeves shirt to spray her arms with a bath and body works spray.

“and if you feel like coming home early, don’t hesitate to call me or angela, alright hon?”

y/n laughed, reaching for the small quartz necklace she had draped over the airbnb's dresser. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. although marcus, clement, liam and dennis seemed to like her, she was still nervous about going out with them all, being thorwn headfirst into a night out with a group of drivers that have spotty reputations.

"thanks, susie. for everything." and she truly meant it. the wolff's had been so important into making her field placement feel like home, and not just another thing she needed to do to get her diploma.

she followed susie downstairs, where frederik was talking to one of the engineers, a glass of sparkling water in his hand and a set of keys dangling from his fingers.

"ready to go?" the frenchman asked, pushing away from the counter. "marcus is wondering where we are."

"hang on, hang on." nyck de vries laughed, cutting the junior driver off midsentence. "it's baby's first night out! we need to remember this!"

the intern rolled her eyes. the entire scenario reminded her of how her parents acted when she went to prom. susie backed away and y/n attempted to pose against the cinnamon colored wall as toto got his phone out. she locked eyes with nyck behind the counter, mouthing the words 'fuck you, shortass' before going back to smiling at toto.

"have fun tonight, kiddo." lewis said with a bright smile, his voice calming her down as the seven time world champion patted her gently on the shoulder. "and please try and stop frederik from doing something stupid."

"oi!" fred shouted through laughter. "come on, we should get going before clement gets too drunk."

"don't scare the poor girl!" toto scolded. "you will be fine. and if any of them do anything you don't like, i'll have words with them."

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the club was hazy, shrouded in purple lights. the drivers had rented out a private room in the back corner of the building. her chest felt tighter as she followed frederik, the anxiety beginning to set in.

fred reached for her hand. "you've got this. they don't bite. clem is a little feral, but if you're firm with him he'll leave you alone."

she nodded. "okay. here goes nothing."

when the door opened, she had to take a minute to take in what was happening. clement novalak and dennis hauger were doing shots at a table in the middle of the room while the rest of the f2 grid were gathered around them (save for a brazilian with a mane of hair who was sitting in the corner, making out with a girl of about twenty) chanting 'shots, shots, shots' before dennis tapped out and clement howled with victory.

oh dear lord, what am i doing here? she wondered, taking in the chaos unfolding in front of her.

"hey, dickheads!" fred shouted. "i want you to meet someone!"

activity around the table stilled, dennis and clement cheering when they say y/n.

and she'd be lying if she said that their enthusiasm didn't make her feel a little warm and fuzzy on the insides.

"woah, she's hot." a swiss guy with curls of blonde hair framing his face looked over, slurring his words slightly. he was likely the drunkest out of all of them, a vape pen sticking out of his jeans pocket.

"fuck off, ralph! she's the same age as dennis, don't make this weird." marcus laughed, stealing one of the remaining shots from dennis' side of the table.

"that's ralph boshung, he's our version of fernando alonso. he's twenty-five and he's shite, but he brings camps money." dennis laughed, throwing one tattooed arm over y/n's shoulders. "he's a dick, but he's harmless."

"pleasure." she croaked as she moved closer to the table. "now who'd everybody else?"

"right, so that's roy, logan, jehan, amaury, marino, enzo, richard, theo, ayumu, zane, calan, olli, the one in the corner there is felipe-"

that's too many people. she felt overwhelmed, but she wasn't quite sure how to tell dennis that. some of the guys she recognized from the pictures they used as their profile pictures on the group chat, and others she'd never seen before.

"do you want a shot?" clement asked, draping his body over hers as he held the small tequila glass in front of her face.

"i'm good." she said calmly, shaking her head as she sat down in the booth, taking a seat next to who she assumed was zane maloney. "i don't really drink, can't stand the taste of alchohol."

zane snorted. "smart choice. trust me, these lot do a lot of funny shit when they're drunk."

"clem is a riot when he's wine drunk. he'll start randomly speaking french, or change his accent midsentence." jehan added with a laugh. "it's so fucking funny."

the song playing outside changed, and the boys let out a cheer.

"boys, to the dance floor!" ralph yelled, pointing towards the door as he slipped his sunglasses on his face for no other reason than to try and look cool.

and suddenly the room was practically empty: a mjorty of the drivers had departed for the dance floor, felipe's woman had vanished, and suddenly there were only four of them in the room: felipe, y/n, dennis and marcus.

"you two don't usually stay behind when those idiots go to make bad decisions and piss their trainers off." felipe remarked, looking at marcus and dennis. "are you sure you're all right?"

marcus shrugged. "we don't want y/n sitting in here on her own, do we? that's not why we invited her out."

"thank you, for that. i'm not a club kind of person, in case you couldn't already notice. too many people, too many things going on. it overwhelms me."

"no worries!" dennis insisted. "trust me, you don't want to be out there right now anyways. do you want anything to drink, even just like a soda or something?"

"a sprite would be nice."

"get the woman a sprite!" felipe shouted, shoving the two other driver's out of the booth. "go on, what are you lads here for?"

they all laughed as marcus and dennis fought over who would have the horror of walking over to the bar and ordering the soft drink. dennis ended up losing, the norwegian cursing jokingly at marcus before he slipped out of the room, music still shaking the drywal.

all throughout the night, the drivers seemed to rotate staying with y/n, keeping her company or splitting a plate of fries with her. they all genuinely seemed like nice people and she was almost glad that she had let frederik convince her that coming out tonight was a good idea.

"you should dance!" liam insisted, stealing the last greasy french fry from the ceramic plate. "come on, what are you so scared of?"

"uh, making a fool out of myself? ending up on a formula two gossip page? or worse, a wags page where the comments section get into fights with each other trying to figure out which one of you idiots i was here with in the first place and who i went home with or who i had a threesome with?"

liam cackled. "does your brain ever slow down?"

"not at all." she answered, dead serious. her brain was a very scary place to be.

"come on, get out of your head for a little bit. you only live once, baby merc."

y/n grinned, hoping that the dim lights did something to hide the blush on her face. "baby merc? did frederik tell you that toto calls me that?"

"he might have mentioned it." liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "so, what do you say?"

y/n shook her head, crossing her arms before leaning back in her seat. "i don't even like this kind of music."

liam raised an eyebrow. "that can be easily fixed."

she was about to say something back when she finally recognized one of the songs on the stereo. when 'spice up your life' by the spice girls started to play, she couldn't stop her face from breaking into a grin.

"come on now, you have to dance!" liam insisted as the door slid open and clement novalak came in, sashaying his hips as he walked up to the tables.

"it's the spice girls!" the frenchman shouted. "you are legally obligated to dance, baby merc!"

with both clement and liam trying to convince her, there wasn't any fight left to try and talk them, or herself, out of it. "fine. you guys get one song. one."

she said one song, but the way she felt when she finally got out there, dancing with the group of boys, singing the spice girls at the top of their lungs as liam took her by the hand. she felt alive, a smile threatening to tear her skin apart.

she took out her phone, swiveling the camera to face them all as they screamed the chorus, the boys drunk and sweaty and rambunctious, a glow over her skin that she didn't recognize.

the glow of confidence and contentment.

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when she and fred got back to the villa, she felt giddy as she ran back up the stairs to her room, kicking off her shoes and flopping back on the bed, clutching the cool screen of her phone to her chest.

while she felt this high, like she was walking on air, there was something she needed to do.

to liam: hey liam! big thanks for inviting me out with you guys tonight. i had an incredible time and it was nice getting to know you. i was wondering if maybe you wanted to get together for a coffee or something during a race weekend?

she pressed send with her eyes screwed shut. it was the riskiest text she could remember sending. she dropped the phone, getting back to her feet and busying herself while she waited for liam to text her back, stopping her hands from shaking from worry.

she changed out of her clubbing clothes, dressing in flannel pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt for a band that she went to see when she was in her freshman year of high school.

oh how things had changed for her since then. she should be proud of herself, she knew. but some days she didn't feel like she had moved on from that stuffy london secondary school.

her phone vibrated on the bed, and she braced herself for the worst, even as she lunged faster than the speed of light to grasp the device in her hands.

and then she felt her stomach drop, the bad feeling spreading through her bones as she felt like she couldn't support her body weight on her own any more.

rejection.

from liam: heyyyyyy.....i had a great time with you today as well, and you seem like a really nice person, and i really hate to be the one to burst your bubble like this, but i'm already seeing someone. her name is olivia, i met her back in new zealand.

she was now three for three, and more concerned that she was going to die alone than ever.

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"she's been out there a while." george russell said slowly, nodding his head in the direction of the back dec. it was dark outside, the stars visible above the trees. "frederik, what happened when you guys were out? who do we have to hurt?"

fred shook his head. "i have no idea. she was having a great time, dancing with liam and clement. the boys were tripping over each other to talk to her, make her feel welcome. whatever happened must have happened after we came back."

the mercedes drivers looked out the patio door again, hearts aching at the sight of y/n leaning over the deck railing, a sad and despondent expression on her face.

"i'm going to go and talk to her." lewis said, getting to his feet and sliding the door open.

his heart ached for the girl who so badly wanted to leave her mark on the world. the girl who was scared of dying alone at such a young age, scared she'd never be loved or treasured. scared that she would be alone for the rest of her life, that everything was simply temporary.

"y/n, are you alright?"

"he's seeing someone else. i finally thought i had a fucking chance to be loved, and he's seeing someone else." her voice broke, a single salty tear beginning to make it's track down the pale expanse of her skin. and as that first one fell, more and more followed. "am i unlovable, lewis?"

and that's when lewis felt his heart break. y/n was too young to feel the pain of the world, the pain of heartache. he knew what it was like to bleed love into the world and not get enough back. to still feel that void inside of you.

"don't say that, love. you are not unlovable. he just wasn't the right person for you. do you want to talk about it?"

"not really."

"that's fine." he was standing next to her now, looking out at the backyard and the trees. y/n looked so small, hiding behind the old concert shirt that was four sizes too big, but that she had bought that way because she was already paying too much for it, so it might as well last her four or five years of growth.

"but know that this is not a reflection on you. this is all on him. and you put yourself out there tonight. that must have been a massive step for you. you should be proud of yourself, even though it's hurting right now."

she caught a shadow moving behind her out of the corner of her eye, hearing the deck creak under the weight of footsteps.

"who was it?" toto wolff's voice was deep, tinged with anger that someone had decided to cross his favorite intern. the one that he thought of as family as much as he did his own three kids. in fact, he had considered introducing y/n and benedict, as they were at a similar age and he knew that she could use a friend. "i don't care who he is or what driver's academy he's in, i just want to have a little chat with him."

y/n laughed, shaking her head as she pictured toto storming into the red bull garage to yell at poor liam for hurting his favorite intern. "you don't have to do that. i need to learn how to deal with these things on my own."

lewis turned his head, giving her and understanding look. "remember we're here if you need us, okay? you never have to go through something like this alone again."

"oi, is there another party that i never got invited to?" george proclaimed, making his presence known on the deck. the group laughed, remembering the day they had all met, the day they became what they were today, when y/n had been sobbing on the rocks by the factory parking lot.

"just needed a little cheering up, that's all." she said, resting her head against toto's arm. "it's been a day. too many emotions for me to handle."

she thought again about liam's text, a stab of pain ricocheting through her heart. she just had to trust that things were going to work themselves out, because sometimes that was the onyl thing that there was to do.

maybe it was time to take fate into her own hands. should she try a dating app? a speed dating event? god forbid she join a singles club.

"nyck just got out the scrabble board." george remarked off handedly. "between the four of us and carmen, i think we could kick some serious scrabble ass, don't you think?"

lewis laughed. "says the guy that only played three letter words last time we played."

"i didn't have y/n on my team." george proclaimed, placing his hands on the intern's shoulders. "she's the smart one here. so what do you say?"

y/n smiled. "deal me in. i'm gonna kick both your asses."

she'd worry about getting a boyfriend later. but for now, she had the best found family she could have ever asked for.

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Daddy Billy or Eddie, you choose whoever you feel fits it better, is busy and places his little gf's food for her but he is working instead of eating and oh how the tables have turned because she aks if he's not going to eat and tells him how eating is important and at first he doesn't pay much attention as he just tells her not to worry and things like "daddy is busy, baby", not even realizing she has been saying the things he usually tells her. She finally gets his attention when he feels his butt being smacked and looks at her just to find his gf with arms crossed and a pout and she tries to sound serious as she repeats a sentence he has already told her a thousand times, something like "it's time to eat, you can play later, no skipping meals in this house"

Its currently 5:45am and I haven't slept...ugh. I hope you enjoy!

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WARNING! mentions of littlespace, Billy is called Daddy, not proofread, um...I think that's it!

Daddy needs to eat too!

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All day you've been in your littlespace. It was your day off and you could finally relax and unwind, so what a perfect time to slip into littlespace. The plus side of it all was your Daddy had the day off as well and that made going into headspace a lot more easier. The only issue you were having was he wouldn't stop working on paperwork. It was his day off! Why would he want to work? 

You were in the living room sitting on the floor watching some random cartoon that Billy had put on for you and then disappeared into the small office. He claimed there was a lot of backed up paperwork that needed to be done for the auto shop he worked at. He said something about how Eddie Munson wouldn't be able to finish it, so their boss gave it all to Billy.

You've been alone now for about an hour and you were starting to get hungry. You looked over at the time and saw that it was almost two thirty. You rolled on your back and softly groaned "Daddy!" You called out, no answer. You sat up and tilted your head back "Daddyyyy!!" You whined, still no answer. Your stomach grumbled, so you got up and walked into his office. Opening the door you walked in up behind him "Daddy." You said. Billy hummed in response, at least you got a reaction from him "I called you." You said in a small voice. Billy set his pen down and turned his chair around while rubbing his face "I'm sorry, Doll." He said in a tired voice "What does my Princess need?" He asked with a sweet smile. Seeing his smile made your heart flutter "M'hungry." You said while rocking back and forth on your feet, "Well, what Princess wants, Princess will get." He says while getting up. 

After finally getting Billy out of the little office, you kept him busy in the kitchen since you haven't been able to see him for hours. You say happily on the counter as you watch him maneuver around the kitchen. You didn't want to eat too much since you still had to have dinner, but that Mac n cheese was calling your name. As Billy set your bowl on the counter and had you sit on the bar stool you looked up at him "Thank you, Daddy!" You said happily. He smiled at you and kissed your head "You're welcome." He was about to turn away, but before he could you stopped him "Daddy, you need to eat too." You mumbled. He knew you were right, but he had so much work "I know, Doll. Let me finish this one page and I'll come out and eat with you." 

That was 40 minutes ago. There is no way one page takes 40 minutes. By this time your bowl was empty and put in the sink. You marched over to the small office and opened the door "Daddy you have to eat." You said in a stern voice, "It's very important for you to get your food!" You repeated the words he had said to you at one point. Billy was a little shocked at this and stood up from his seat and walked over to you "Doll, I know." He said while gently grabbing your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb "I'll come out and eat in a second." He said while turning around to walk back to his chair, but before you could you gave him a little spank on his bottom "No, you're going to eat right now." You said in a more stern and slightly louder voice. Now this really shocked Billy. 

Billy slowly turned around and looked down at you with wide eyes, "Did you just spank me?" He questioned. He didn't sound mad, just stunned. You hesitated for a second "I-I…yes. Yes I did." Billy just stood there and let out a small chuckle. Why is he chuckling? You were expecting him to be at least a little upset. Billy bent down a little and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and started to walk out the room. You started to giggle and kick your feet, "Let's go make some food for Daddy." He said while giving your bottom a little tap.

[katethewriter]

What do you think Clint’s letter was like in “last wish” and his reaction to her death

Oooooo I actually thought a lot about this while building the story, sooooo..........

here's a little drabble in bullet format :)

Clint's Letter

words: 850

If you haven't read Last Wish, you should probably read it first :)

Clint tried to call you immediately after getting off the phone with Wanda.

When you didn't answer, worry gnawed at his stomach.

He immediately grabbed his keys.

He’s almost there when Bruce calls and tells him to come to the compound.

When he got there, Clint saw Nat sitting in the common area with her head in her hands.

He was actually happy to see her for like 0.0001 second before he realized she was crying...

crying like she did when Wanda was dusted

His heart falls to his stomach. He’s too scared to ask.

Bruce enters with a very broken Wanda lingering in the doorway.

“Where is Y/n?”

No one speaks. The two women only cry harder at the sound of your name.

“Where is my sister?!?!”

Bruce is the one to answer him, "she brought Nat back.”

"How?"

The green gentle giant looks up regretfully, "she traded herself."

Clint turns to the widow.

All she can say between sobs is “I’m sorry.” She repeats it over and over again. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head in disbelief, “no.”

He didn't want to believe it. You wouldn't leave him. You wouldn't leave your family.

Would you?

But here Nat is, and Clint knows the constant, excruciating pain you have felt since you came back with the soul stone.

Pain tears through his body as the reality of the situation sinks in.

You're gone.

His baby sister, his teammate, his partner at game night, his best friend, all gone.

As quick as it came, the pain melted in unfiltered rage. He turns to Wanda standing in the doorway,

and the screaming begins...

"YOU DID THIS!"

"You resented her from the moment you came back!"

"What did you say to her?!"

"SHE LOVED YOU, and you hated her!"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?"

"She did this for you! YOU MADE HER DO THIS!!!"

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?!?!"

Bruce has to grab him before he does something he can't take back.

"If I ever see you again-"

Bruce drags him out of the room to cool off.

Once they're alone in the conference room, Clint collapses onto the floor. Lying on his back, he stairs up at the ceiling.

Grief overcomes him, and he sobs, crying your name every so often.

Eventually, he works up the courage to go home with your unopened letter shoved in his pocket.

He refuses to read it.

Reading it means accepting them as your final words, and he's not ready to do that.

He wants to destroy the letter, but you wrote it for him. It's the last thing you'll ever write for him.

So, he tosses it in a drawer in his bedroom and leaves it there.

... until the day Nat shows up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay.

She tells him about the fight, about the memory Wanda shared, about the guilt and pain on your face when Wanda blamed you for Natasha's death.

How nothing is worse than the moment Wanda said she'd trade you for Nat.

She tells him about your letter to her. How she's trying to honor your wishes by forgiving the witch, but she's not sure she can.

Clint's anger returns, but more so, does the pain.

The regret of knowing you were hurting so much, and there was nothing he could have done to stop it.

That night, he finally opens your letter.

There are so many "I'm sorry"s.

Sorry for leaving him. Sorry for not being strong enough. Sorry for not telling him your plans. Sorry for not saying a proper goodbye.

There are equally as many "thank you"s.

Thank you for being my big brother. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for always being there when you needed him.

Then you make a request.

You ask him not to blame Wanda. You love her deeply, and you made this decision, not her.

You ask him to look after your girls. You don't want them to be alone. You want them to be happy together. You plead for him to help them get through this.

You end with an "I love you" and "until we meet again"

Clint cries that night..... and for several nights after that.

but he makes a promise to do as you ask.

He starts with Natasha, building her back up while she stays with him. He can't fill the hole that's missing, but he can help her learn to live with it.

Several times he tries convincing her to reach out to Wanda, but every time, she says that she is not ready yet. He respects that.

Eventually, he works up the courage to check on Wanda himself.

It's not easy, but she has to check that she's ok. He promised.

When he learns of her desperate plans, he runs home to get Nat. She's the only one that can pull Wanda out of this.

He's the one to finally convince her to go back to the house.

He's the one to bring them back together.

Now, for the really hard part:

the healing,

and he'll help them through that too.

[cbk1000]

Part two, because I actually hit the character limits on the first post.

I start the ibuprofen. I am feeling awful. My chest is burning really badly, like terrible heart burn, I'm weak, I have barely any appetite, and I'm so uncomfortable I can only sleep a couple of hours every night, which makes me feel even shittier. I have Mr Jenn pick me up some sleep aids which fortunately knock me out for a bit, so at least I'm sleeping more.

I'm not feeling any better and I'm reading up on pericarditis and some of my symptoms kind of sort of fit, but I'm starting to doubt this is the issue because for the most part it doesn't seem to share a lot of common features with other cases of pericarditis.

In the meantime, I get my period again. (It’s been a few weeks of this at this point.)

I start feeling even worse. Now on top of my other symptoms, I'm really dizzy. It's worse when I get up to go to the bathroom, but even lying in bed my head sometimes spins, almost like vertigo, which I've never had before. I'm so weak I can't stand up straight and can only leave bed to go to the bathroom. Mr Jenn brings me all my food and I have to eat it in stages because I'm too weak to eat it all in one go. I have to eat a bit, lie down and rest, sit back up, repeat till whatever small amount of food I can get down is gone. Wtf is wrong with me. I feel like I'm dying.

Something in the back of my head goes wait a minute your symptoms got worse after a couple of days of heavy bleeding and when you were 20 you had that episode where you felt really sick and weak after a blood donation and you had the same issues with your heart rate going really high, and that was resolved with iron treatment. Could this be an issue with iron deficiency?

I know from my lab results that I'm not actually anemic (as in, my hemoglobin is normal), so I start researching to see if just low iron can cause the same symptoms as anemia, and if it's possible this is the culprit, because I not only menstruate, I don't eat much meat, so my dietary intake of iron is probably not great.

Turns out every single symptom I'm having could be from iron deficiency. Ok, at least that's a direction to go in. I need to establish with a primary care doc, get an iron panel done, and also get a referral to cardiology, because I still need to rule out any issues with my heart.

It is very difficult to get in with any doctor locally; most of them are not taking new patients, and if they are, it's a month or more wait to get scheduled. Out of desperation, I go back to the clinic I used to work for, and, as detailed in other posts, get stuck with a crazy anti-vaxx doc who blames all my problems on the Covid shot I had in 2021. Neato.

But I do get my iron panel and referral to cardiology, at least. The iron panel comes back and shows that I do have iron deficiency. I start supplementing while waiting to hear back on a cardiology appointment.

I luck out and get into an appointment at the cardiology clinic just a few days after the referral is sent over, because they had a last-minute cancellation. I see an ARNP, who tells me she thinks the echo done at the hospital looks fine, actually, no sign of pericarditis, but just to make sure they don't miss anything, because my heart rate is definitely still abnormally high, she's going to do a seven-day monitor, a repeat echocardiogram, and then have me follow up with one of the cardiologists.

I wear the monitor and go in for the repeat echo.

In the meantime, I've been taking iron supplements. Over the course of three weeks, I start slowly but steadily improving: after about a week, the chills and dizziness go away. The fatigue and brain fog have also suddenly improved significantly. The full-body weakness that was so bad I couldn't stand up straight, and Mr. Jenn had to carry a pillow out to the couch for me because I was too weak to lift it, starts to improve gradually day by day. I can start talking like an almost normal human again (I would get so out of breath and weak doing it that I couldn't speak at a normal volume, and had to limit what I said; Mr. Jenn said I was starting to sound like Stevie from Malcolm in the Middle, for anyone who understands that reference). I'm coming out of the bedroom in the evenings to visit with Mr. Jenn a bit while he cooks dinner.

Then I get my period again. The absolute cunt. The bellend. The fucking devil. I don't go back to square one, but I definitely take a couple of steps back in my recovery. My period is a bit lighter, though.

I start to slowly claw my way back from my period. My heart rate is still too high and I struggle being up for very long because of it, but I am still doing better overall. I also still have intense nausea off and on (after some reading, this seems to have been caused by low oxygen? Basically, not having enough iron meant I wasn't getting enough oxygen on a cellular level because there wasn't enough iron to transport it around my body, so my whole body went, 'We can't breathe, and you are going to Suffer for it.' It's not as common a symptom as, for instance, fatigue, but apparently low iron CAN cause loss of appetite and nausea, which I did not know. I thought it might be the supplements at first because iron is notoriously hard on your stomach, but I'm still taking them and at this point I haven't had any nausea in probably at least a month, so I think it was a symptom of the iron deficiency itself).

I see the cardiologist. Cardiologist tells me my heart is in great shape, actually. The echo shows structurally there's nothing wrong with it, and my heart monitor was super clean. Cool. I didn't think my heart was the problem at this point, but good to know I'm not in heart failure or something as an athletic woman in her 30s.

I go back to crazy doctor to say I really want to focus on getting my iron levels up, since that has been helping a lot, and since now we know it's not my heart causing my problems and that I don't have, and never had, pericarditis. Perhaps we could do something to speed it up a bit so I can go back to my job and my life. Like, I dunno, iron infusions.

Crazy doctor, as detailed in another post is not happy that cardiology did not validate his conspiracy theories about how The Jab destroyed my heart and life. He decides I have both chronic fatigue syndrome and POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) caused by the shot, and is referring me to a neurologist to see if they'll validate his crazy pants. What the fuck ever, I'll just continue treating myself for an incredibly common medical condition, then, while you diagnose me with multiple chronic illnesses based on symptoms I told you I don't have anymore.

I get on with supplementing while doctor dreams about Ivermectin or whatever. I reach a point where I have a few days in a row where my heart rate is much lower, and I can get up and walk around and feel like an almost normal human again.

I get my period again. I am going to kill this fucking bitch. My heart rate goes back up to 130 bpm on walking around, and about 112 just sitting up. I can't do either for very long when my heart rate is that high; even lying in bed, I can feel it racing, and clock it in the 90s (my normal resting heart rate is in the 60s). I try to take out the garbage and legitimately feel like I'm going to pass out. None of my other symptoms have really worsened or come back, but the high heart rate makes it so I can't do much without feeling like I'm going to pass out.

I am extremely frustrated and decide to go back to the doctor to ask for iron infusions to speed up this process. I had been tracking my iron levels every month, and while my ferritin (iron storage) went up nine points after supplementing for four weeks, after eight, it had gone down a point. It's just so fucking hard to stay on top of it when you're bleeding heavily for a week every month.

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

The Clay Girl - The End of 'Em'

(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

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“Hey, Grover… Something wrong?” Odyssa asked, placing a hand on Grover’s shoulder. His eyes were watery as he smiled slightly at the statue in front of him.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m alright.” He sniffed and Odyssa gave him a tight hug.

“You’re a good satyr protector, y’know that?” Odyssa asked and Grover nodded. She placed both of her hands on his shoulder, “You’re a good friend too. You’ve been trying to keep this whole thing together while it was falling apart. Annabeth and Percy may not see it but they’ll appreciate it when they realize what you’ve done for them.”

“You’re a good friend too. You’ve been nothing but nice and kind like always.” Grover smiled, “You didn’t have to stay up that late, y’know?”

“I was on patrol. I got about thirty minutes before we woke up. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” She said with a tired smile and Grover shook his head.

“This time, we’re taking turns.” He said and Odyssa nodded.

“What is it?” Annabeth asked, appearing downstairs with Annabeth.

“Uncle Ferdinand.” Grover swallowed.

“Oh, no… Grover, I’m so sorry.” Percy stood beside him.

“This is as far as he got on his quest. We aren’t even to Trenton. But look at him.” Grover chuckled softly, “He’s not like the others, he… He doesn’t look afraid.” The satyr smiled softly before clearing his throat, “You used the, um, you used the head to get rid of Alecto?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. That was the right move. Uh, we probably should get going. It’ll be dark soon.” Grover wiped his eyes and Odyssa patted him on the shoulder.

“Fengári,” Odyssa said and her bow and arrow turned back into a necklace. She laced it around her neck before looking at Percy, who was already staring at her. She smiled and Percy smiled back before almost dropping the head.

“Uh, so, what are we gonna do with the head?” Percy asked, “I just took down a Fury with it, and I wasn’t even trying. We can’t just leave it for someone to find. Leave the hat on and bury it in the basement, that oughta keep it safe.”

It was funny because Percy was named after Perseus, who used Medusa’s head to kill his enemies. History always repeats itself, huh? Odyssa turned to Annabeth and the girl shook her head. She knew how much that cap meant to her, she was willing to sacrifice it for the sake of the mission though.

“Sure.” Annabeth finally said, “Now, can we talk about the bigger issue here?”

“What bigger issue?”

“‘You could have saved your mother.’” Annabeth repeated the Gorgon’s words, “That’s what she said to you like you discussed it already. Is your mother still alive?”

“She’s with Hades. But I appreciate your concern.” Percy sassed and Odyssa sighed, again, when were they going to stop bickering?

“Guys, just please stop.” Grover sighed.

“Oh, I'm concerned. What are you actually doing on this quest? And why did I have to hear about this from Medusa?”

“Okay, while we’re at it, ‘You should have accepted my offer?’” Percy frowned, restating Alecto’s words. “What’s that about do you think? And why did we have to hear it from Alecto?”

“Enough!” Grover yelled.

“The hat was a gift from her mother. It means a lot to Annabeth.” Odyssa crossed her arms, “She may be willing to sacrifice it for the mission but I’m not willing to see her lose the only thing that connects her to her mother.”

“Okay, but how are we gonna make sure this thing is safe?” Percy asked.

“Mail it to Olympus. I mean, it’d be karma. She was going to mail us to Olympus after turning us into stone, y’know.” Odyssa pointed out and Annabeth shook her head with a sigh.

“And you, really? His mom’s alive. Can you imagine how confusing that must be for him? Feeling like he may have to choose between the fate of the world and the fate of the only person who's ever cared about him?” Grover scolded Annabeth.

“Why are you guys talking like this?” Annabeth asked, confused at Grover and Odyssa’s sudden anger.

“Because all day Odyssa and I have been trying to keep this quest on track without upsetting either of you!” Grover huffed, “But maybe things need to get a little upsetting before they move forward.”

Odyssa turned to Percy, “Anna asked you a question back in the woods, yet you never answered. What are you so afraid of?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You heard me.” Odyssa crossed her arms.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Grover interjected.

“You’ve been fighting with her, you’ve been fighting with me. And soon enough you’re gonna start fighting with Odyssa and she’ll start to fade out again.” Grover defended.

He was right, she’d been starting to fade in and out of her emotions more quickly than usual. Usually, it was when she was stressed or something overwhelming happened but nothing out of the ordinary really happened. She’d just been… Fading out.

“Because the Oracle said one of you would betray me. Okay?!” Percy yelled and Odyssa snapped her head to Percy.

“What?”

“‘You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, and you shall fail to save what matters most in the end.’” Percy repeated the Oracle's words, “That’s the rest of what she said to me.” 

Percy pointed to Annabeth, “I chose her because I couldn’t imagine we’d ever be friends.” Percy gestured to Grover, “I chose you because I thought if I can count on anyone to be on my side, no matter what, it was you.”

Percy turned to Odyssa, “I chose you because you were one of the only people who hadn’t shunned me out because I was the son of a stupid father who didn’t have time for his kid. Because you would burn the world for any of us. And now, I'm feeling so alone. I don’t know what to think or who to trust.”

Odyssa swallowed before nodding, he was right. As long as the people she cared about were, the world could go fuck itself. After all, what did the world ever do for her?

Percy looked at Annabeth, who looked down at the ground. “I didn’t mean it that way…”

“Alecto offered to help our quest if I gave you up to her,” Annabeth admitted.

“What did you say?”

Annabeth smiled slightly, “I killed her sister.”

“Medusa offered to help me save my mom if I turned on the two of you,” Percy admitted as well.

“And what'd you say?”

“I cut off her head.” He smiled and Odyssa chuckled softly.

“You didn’t choose to be demigods. We didn’t choose this quest. But we can decide that as long as the four of us are together, none of us are gonna be alone. And if we can’t do that, we might as well just head back to camp right now. 'Cause we won’t make it.” Grover reminded them.

Odyssa turned to Percy and Annabeth before thinking, “Well, like I said earlier, why not give Medusa a taste of her medicine?” She walked over to a desk and took out a box and a roll of tape, “She was going to send us back to Olympus as statues, why not send them her head? Hermes Express could help.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened at the suggestion, “Dessa, you cannot ship Medusa’s head to Olympus.”

“Why not?” Percy asked as he placed Medusa’s invisible head on the table.

“Because the gods won’t like it.”

“At all. 'At all' at all.” Grover added.

“Why? That’s what you do with dangerous stuff. Like batteries, you just send 'em back where they came from.” Percy grinned, looking at Odyssa.

“Personally, it’s more of a tribute,” Odyssa added as she opened a box large enough for Medusa’s head.

“Okay. Look, this is a bad idea. They will see this as impertinent.” Annabeth remembered and Odyssa thought for a moment before shrugging.

“We are impertinent.” Percy grinned before looking at Odyssa, “Right?”

“I wouldn’t say that… I would say more of… Mischievous.” She smiled.

“Yes, but we’re not.” Annabeth gestured to her and Grover.

“Really, very not,” Grover added.

“Look. Medusa tried to derail our quest. She’s got serious beef with your mom.” Percy handed Odyssa Medusa’s head. “When you look at it that way, this seems kinda like tribute or something, doesn’t it?”

Odyssa nodded, looking away as she uncapped the monster's head and quickly closed the boxes, “On the plus side, you can keep your hat.” She handed Annabeth her Yankee’s cap with a smile.

“Thank you.” Annabeth smiled.

“You’re my sister. We look out for each other.” Odyssa reminded her.

“So this isn’t exactly what I meant. By choosing each other.” Grover interjected and Odyssa shrugged. “There are actual dangers involved here that cannot be…”

Percy started to clap as Grover gave him a deadpan stare. “You're gonna sing the song, aren't you?”

Percy started clapping faster, Odyssa clapping as well and Grover rolled his eyes. “♪Oh, golly. The road’s gettin’ bumpy'. Consensus! ♪”

Odyssa laughed at the irony before catching herself, “Alright, well, I heard there was a train we could catch.”

“Where’d you hear that?” Annabeth asked.

“I took a glance at the map on the bus.” Odyssa said, “Anyways, from the train, we could probably get to Los Angeles in about… A few days?”

Percy and Grover looked at each other, “Alright, sounds good to me.” Grover smiled and Percy nodded.

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“Hey, you asleep?” Percy asked Annabeth, who was sleeping on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. He was sleeping next to Odyssa, whose back was turned to him.

“Yes,” Annabeth answered after a long silence.

“You and Thalia were really close, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What was she like?”

“Why?”

“She was the last forbidden kid before me, right? She must've dealt with the same kind of stuff.” Percy said, trying to connect with the forbidden-turned-tree child of Zeus.

“She was tough. I mean, she knew she was a forbidden kid, she just didn't care. When Luke and Thalia found me, Luke cared for me right away. And when we found Odyssa, she was my sister. But Thalia… She made me earn it.” Annabeth explained.

“Is that why you give me a hard time?” Percy asked, “I gotta earn it with you too?”

Annabeth sighed, “Yeah. Maybe.”

“I gotta say, that doesn't make a lot of sense to me.”

“What doesn't make sense to you?”

“The way you guys all talk. The way the gods want us to think. Gotta burn an offering to get a parent's attention. Gotta beat up on Clarisse just to get my father to admit he's my father. It isn't supposed to work that way.” Percy rambled, “People who are close to you aren't supposed to treat you that way.”

“You wanna know how I ended up alone on the road in the first place?” Annabeth asked. Percy stayed silent so Annabeth continued, “I started out as a gift to my father. That's how it works with Athena. We're born from a thought in her mind, and then given to a partner she feels connected to.”

“And for a while, I was treated like a gift. My father cared for me. He loved me. I knew it…” Annabeth reminisced, “Then he met a woman. They had their own kids. And to her, I-I wasn't a gift. I was a problem. So I left… I was seven.” 

Annabeth swallowed, “It isn't the gods who think that way. It's everybody. But at least with the gods you know the rules. Show them respect and they'll be in your corner, no matter what.”

Percy nodded, turning his head to see Odyssa, “Does she always do that? Sacrifice her health for the mission?” He asked and Annabeth nodded though he couldn’t really see her.

“She’s always been like that. Too selfless for her own good, too focused on others safety that she ends up not caring about her own.” Annabeth explained, “She’s a good hunteress. But sometimes her emotions get in the way or just cease to exist. It makes her reckless.”

“Is the fading in and out thing known for that?”

“Zeus breathed life into her. She’s still perfectly human although sometimes the emotions are like bursts for her. They’re too loud and too strong for her to handle so they fizzle out before she can register them.” Annabeth explained, “At least, that’s what she always says.”

Grover groaned from the top bunk, rubbing his face. “You awake?” Percy asked.

“Well, I am now. Thanks.” The satyr snapped.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked.

“He's super grouchy when he doesn't get enough sleep.” Annabeth smiled fondly.

“‘He's super grouchy when he doesn't get enough…’ Nyeahh!” Grover mocked, still slightly annoyed.

“Wow,” Percy said. He was not expecting a grouchy Grover.

“You've never been on the road with him before. A little different than a froofy boarding school.” Annabeth grinned.

“Who's froofy? You're froofy. What's froofy?” Grover grumbled before sighing, “I think I need to eat…”

“Hey, Odyssa. Come on, we gotta wake up.” Annabeth snapped her fingers, leaning over to wake up Odyssa. The Artemis girl groaned before running her hand through her hair with a groan.

“Hey…” Her voice was soft and slightly raspy as she looked around with a slight smile, “How long was I out for?”

“Long enough to earn back those hours of sleep you lost.” Annabeth pointed out and Percy chuckled.

“Mhm…” She nodded as she stood up, stretching with a groan. “Alright, well, I’m gonna get ready…”

“Yep, see you at breakfast.” Percy smiled and Odyssa nodded, walking away with a stumble.

Annabeth turned to look at Percy, who was still looking at Odyssa walk away, before looking back at Odyssa with a knowing smile.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi! Could I request a dark fic with Marilyn manipulating a student into like doing her bidding?

If you can't do it that's okay too, thank you so much❤️❤️❤️.

Yesss, I hope you like it!! Sorry about the language mistakes

Veri'Tea'serum

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: light smut, drugs use, dark themes

Word count: 2,055

Summary: You don’t know what’s going on, but you feel unable to lie to her after she brought you a mysterious tea.

N/A: Requests are open to you all!!! Sorry about the language mistakes.

“Ms. Thornhill, did you call me?” You said as you peeked through the conservatory door. You couldn't help but be blushing. You liked her, a lot, and sometimes you thought that your looks and blushes were going to give you away someday.

“Yes, (Y/N), come in, please,” she told you kindly. You nodded and wished the red in your cheeks would disappear.

It was strange to be alone with her, it was also like a dream, although you would do everything possible not to show it.

“Wha…did you want something?” You asked, unable to look that woman in the eye. The redhead approached you and she gently lifted your chin so that you looked up, without removing that smile from her face.

“I'm sure my best student wouldn't mind giving me a hand watering the plants. It's a lot of work just for me,” she told you innocently. Your heart started beating fast.

“Of, of course... It will be... It will be a pleasure,” you stammered, taking an involuntary step back.

“Perfect,” she said, clasping her hands. “Come here.”

Between two it was a simple job. You hardly dared to speak, you just wanted to do this simple task well. She smiled at you every time she looked at you. At any moment you'd pass out, your heart rate was too fast.

“Perfect, it’s done. Thank you very much (Y/N), you have been a great helper,” she told you, winking at you. You smiled, still with red cheeks, ready to leave the place, much to your regret.

“If you don't need me for anything else…” You whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Wait, stay a while,” She said to you, unexpectedly. “We can have some tea if you want.”

Your eyes sparkled with excitement. Deep down you felt uncomfortable with her presence, embarrassed. But it was an opportunity that you didn't know if one day it would happen again, so you agreed.

“Sit down, honey,” Marilyn told you, pointing to a chair next to her desk. You moved with slow paces. You were so close to her that you were short of breath, but you tried to maintain your composure. The redhead took out two glasses and poured the contents of a thermos into them, kindly offering one to you.

“I hope you like black tea,” she said amused, seeing your fearful face.

“Yes… Thank you Miss Thornhill,” you stammered.

“Marilyn,” She answered. “Call me Marilyn, I'm not teaching class right now, (Y/N), I don’t need so much formality.”

“Marilyn,” you repeated as if you were a parrot, taking a sip from your glass. You weren't much of a fan of tea, but you had to admit it was good. That it was hers was probably a determining factor.

She looked at you satisfied and smiled at you again.

“Do you like it?” She asked amused.

“Yes,” you said, smiling genuinely, keeping your legs from shaking too much.

At first you didn't say anything. You were very nervous, and it was hard for you to start a meaningful conversation. Fortunately, Marilyn helped you, asking you about your life, your arrival at Nevemore, and other unimportant things. You got used to it soon and talked like a person, and not like a shaky teenager. It was a nice, funny time. You wished it would never end.

“And that's why they realized that I could move things with my mind,” you finished, feeling a little tired all of a sudden.

“Interesting. I'm sure your classmates had a good scare,” Marilyn said, listening carefully to your words.

“Well yes. You should have seen their….Their faces.” Suddenly you felt a little dizzy. You shook your head to try to recover. You were even about to fall off the stool. She held you, with a worried look.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked, placing a hand on your cheek, watching you cautiously. You could have passed out just from that, but you were really dizzy and you just nodded.

“I think so. I just got dizzy,” you said, feeling how your skin turned pale.

“Do you want me to take you to the infirmary? You don't look good,” she asked you with her hand still on your cheek. You unconsciously shook your head.

“No no. I want to stay here with you,” you said, after which you widened your eyes and your whole body began to wobble. That was what you thought, but not what you wanted to say. You blinked several times, unable to believe your own words. Marilyn looked at you with a tender smile and removed her hand from your cheek, never taking her eyes from you.

“How sweet,” she said softly. “Tell me, (Y/N), do you hate any of your classmates?”

That question was out of place. You didn't understand the reason for that question, everything started to get a little strange. For some unknown reason, you needed to respond.

“I hate Bianca Barclay and her entire entourage of sirens,” you said, letting the words roll out of your mouth. “Oh my God.”

“Well, like everyone here,” she said quietly. You were scared and you couldn't hide your trembling anymore. You were speaking involuntarily, and what was even worse, you were confessing thoughts that were well hidden on your mind.

“I don't know what's happening to me… I, I…” You stammered, wanting to wake up from that incipient nightmare. You had the need to leave as quickly as possible.

“Calm down, (Y/N), we're just talking. I promise you that nothing you say go out from here,” she told you, holding your hand.

“But, but it's just that I didn't mean that…” You sighed, trying to keep her hand in yours from distracting you from your escape.

“Do you like someone, (Y/N)?” She asked innocently. That was too much. You did your best not to say anything, but your body acted on its behalf, nodding involuntarily. The redhead's smile turned darker, getting closer to you.

“Who, (Y/N)?”

It was the obvious question. You couldn't feel worse. Tears began to form in your eyes. You were desperate to escape, but your body didn't want to, it had completely blocked.

“I like you,” you said between sobs, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. It was worse than a nightmare.

“Me? Wow, I'm flattered,” she said, apparently without giving it importance. You shook your head and finally found the strength to get up from your chair and try to get out of the conservatory. You couldn't even take two steps, as Marilyn chased after you, holding tightly your arm.

“Let me go, please,” you said while you cried with embarrassment.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you comfortable here with me?” She asked you. Her tone suddenly darkened, making you think something was wrong.

“Y… Yes… But…” You could say, stopping resisting her grip, which it was starting to hurt.

“Then relax, honey,” she told you, pulling you until you were in front of her, very close. “What a nice girl... So you like me... I'm sure you put yourself in the front row so you can see me better, don't you?”

“Yes,” you said, trying to stop crying. “Please, I want to go…” You begged.

She laughed mischievously, grabbing you by the waist, neutralizing any escape route.

“Do you think about me, (Y/N)? Do you fantasize that I put you on the table and make love to you?” She asked in your ear.

Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it. You have never felt so ashamed and humiliated.

“Y…Yes.” You finally confesed, unable to avoid it. Marilyn laughed again and started kissing your neck.

The sensation went unnoticed, due to the fear you felt, but your body didn't miss it, heating up instantly.

“Plants are such a wonderful things, aren't they? It's funny how a few drops of a natural mixture in a normal tea make people to confess their darkest secrets,” she whispered, while she kept kissing you. That was the explanation. That woman, who seemed so innocent, so good and kind, had drugged you. It was surreal. You couldn't believe it.

“Why?” You asked, trying not to enjoy her kisses. Fortunately, the small dizziness that you felt was disappearing, but the feeling that took its place was not what you expected.

“You're such a good girl, so obedient… And on top of that, you're crazy about me. I have to confess that I didn't expect you to be attracted to me. But that makes things much easier...” She said, placing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“What... What things?” You asked. Your whole body trembled, but it was no longer that adulterated tea that prevented you from moving, it was something else. She smiled wickedly and bit her lip, making you shiver.

“Look at you,” she told you, satisfied, seeing how your defenses fell without the chemicals. She slowly approached you and kissed you softly on the lips. That moment was everything you had ever dreamed of, and the disturbing circumstances in which it happened seemed to be hidden by your own emotions. “You're really crazy about me. You didn't even care that I forced you to confess.”

You did not answer. Surely the effect of that tea has already worn off, but you still enjoyed yourself too much to leave now.

With a lustful sigh, Marilyn took her hands to the zipper of your pants, unbuttoning it without you moving a single finger. Fear quickly turned to desire, and you decided to let yourself go. The redhead reached into your pants and underwear, and she caressed you gently. You couldn't help but gasp, no one had ever touched you there, it was someone you were in love with.

“You're soaked, (Y/N)…” She whispered perversely, running up and down your crotch. “Damn...it's amazing...”

You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. With her other hand, she grabbed your chin so that you would open them and look at her. Your need became almost unbearable, but what you longed for never came.

“Has anyone ever touched you like that, honey?” She asked, increasing the intensity of her caresses. You just shook your head. Marilyn looked at you much more interested and she leaned back into your ear. “Are you a virgin, (Y/N)?”

It was a question you didn't want to answer, and there was nothing forcing you to answer anymore, but still, your aroused state was far more powerful than any truth serum, as was the love you felt for her. You nodded, a little embarrassed, feeling how the heat you felt was almost painful.

“You're so adorable…” She whispered, biting your earlobe. “That turns me on a lot, you know? Let me be the one to stop you from being that anymore… Check it out for yourself, sweetheart.”

The redhead grabbed your hand, already leaving your crotch, and brought it to hers, making you stroke it through the fabric of her clothing. Noticing her arousal was what you needed to make you go crazy, and you started to kiss her passionately. She gave up at first, but after a few seconds she put a hand on your chest, stopping you.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she crooned. “Not so fast, sweetie. If you want something, it's going to cost you something.”

You were perplexed, but completely blinded by excitement.

“What, what do you want?” You asked with a small voice.

“How nice you are, (Y/N), would you do anything for me?”

“Anything,” you said without thinking.

“That's the way I like it. You have to get me something, a book. It is in Pilgrim’s World, at the house closed to the public. It is a very old book that I desperately need. I'm sure that with your powers and your angel face it won't be a problem for you. You will bring it to me, right?”

You thought for a moment. You didn't understand why she would want an old book, but it seemed like a too easy task for such a big reward, so you nodded.

“I will, Marilyn.”

She smiled and kissed you quickly on the lips.

“I promise you that you will not regret it, I will make you feel things that you have never felt before, (Y/N). Be good to mommy, and mommy will be good to you.”

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Total Drama Level Up Chapter Six Behind-the-Scenes

Time for another look at the writing process of TDLU, and I have a lot to say about chapter six.

For starters, this chapter was supposed to come much later on. For a while in my drafts I had the zombie apocalypse challenge in mind for episode six while the music challenge would take place post-merge. But then I decided the band challenge would work better for the team portion, so I swapped them.

Before the switch, I also envisioned this challenge as being more like karaoke, with Trent, Cody, Justin and Harold of the Drama Brothers as special guest stars playing the actual music. After making the switch I then thought I'd make them guest judges instead. But it was during this brainstorming that I came up with the idea to have past competitors guest star in the murder mystery challenge, so I scrapped any appearances here so as not to double-dip.

Speaking of which, I also initially planned to have Zee casually reveal that he's a metalhead, rather than simply having family into the metal scene, drawing humor from someone so chill being into hardcore metal. But I'd done a similar reveal just a chapter before revealing Zee to have a sudden interest in skateboarding, and I didn't wanna repeat of that. If I had made Zee a metalhead, I would've had a joke like this when someone expressed surprise that someone like him would be into metal: "Hey man, not all of us metalheads burn churches or practice devil worship or use a picture of our dead bandmate as a bootleg album cover." (looks directly at the nearest camera) "I'm not making that up by the way; that actually happened."

And yes, Zee really isn't making that up. I'm not giving you the album name obviously, but if you're morbidly curious, look into the history of the band Mayhem.

By far what gave me the most trouble was trying to figure out what everyone would sing. I went through so many choices, it's crazy.

For Millie I decided she'd be into oldies, since that felt like a good hit for her "Wow, my generation is messed up" attitude from season one. I went through a whole list of potential songs, almost going with "Message in a Bottle" by the Police before ending on "Walk Like an Egyptian."

For a while I thought to have Bowie singing David Bowie, but that felt a little too on-the-nose. I ultimately went with Elton John after hearing "The Bitch is Back" on the radio and deciding that would be perfect for Bowie.

For a while for Axel, I'd planned on having her sing an Iron Maiden song. I headcanoned her as a fan as metal makes for great workout music, and she'd appreciate the literary and historical references in a lot of their songs. It was a toss-up between "The Trooper" and "Flight of Icarus;" if I'd gone with the latter, the plan for the performance was to have Bowie in a winged harness like Greece's Pieces from World Tour, flying over the stage to a giant sun prop where he'd ignite the wings, detach himself and drop down. Obviously all of that changed when I decided a Guns n Roses song would better fit Axel's vocal range.

Side note: I really liked having Axel be the one to paint her team's backdrops here. I couldn't resist throwing in a nod to her artistic side, one of my favorite things we got from Axel for season two.

For Zee, once I'd headcanoned him as being a fan of soft rock, I almost instantly decided on "Brandy" by looking glass. Initially for his performance I was gonna put emphasis on Lauren admiring him as the beginning of her crush, but decided to save it for their dance during MK's number instead.

Lauren's performance of reenacting the murder of Paul Allen from American Psycho was one of the first things I came up with when finalizing this challenge. For the song itself, I actually had "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves picked out, which is also part of the movie's soundtrack. But in the end I decided to go with the actual song from that scene, "Hip to be Square" by Huey Lewis and the News.

MK, hoo boy. She easily went through the most songs, since I wanted to find something that felt like a good match for her scratchy voice and something semi-romantic for Zee and Lauren to dance to. For a while my choices were "Love Gun" by Kiss, "You Shook Me All Nite Long" or "Touch Too Much" by AC/DC, or "Sweet Child of Mine" by Guns n Roses (before deciding to give Axel the GnR song.) I ultimately went with "Butterfly" by CrazyTown since I figured MK wouldn't be one for singing, so she'd rather rap.