#bestie already had to listen to so much of this already even though she doesn’t even like f1

[midnightmasterpiece]

once my anti depressants kick in (could be like a month) (and hopefully this prescription works for me) my sapphic elucien f1 au is soooo gonna get written

I have so many ideas and there’s so much content leading up to this weekends grand prix in miami that I have so many ideas

[alixmarauders]

Why try? | poly! marauders x fem! reader

tag: @staarflowerr @mooonyxoxo @liviessun

fluff / slight angst if you close an eye

word count: 1.5k

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three , chapter 4 will be coming soon

CW: negative self talk, cursing

TW: mention of skipping meals!!! Be safe please bestie 🩷

It’s been a couple of days.

A couple of days of you hiding in your dorm room because you just can’t bring yourself to talk to them. The worst thing is that you can’t even talk about it, because nobody knows that you’ve been dating them.

So your roommates just think you’re going through some type of depression.

Thankfully, being the weekend, you don’t have any lesson to go to, so you can just stay in bed and cry all you want.

You don’t even know why you’re making such a big deal out of a single comment, you are painfully aware that you can’t even fight over this small thing, but it still hurts.

That single comment brought out your first two years in Hogwarts, when nobody really was looking forward to become your friend, when you felt like a wallflower in every social setting, when you felt like somebody to be tolerated, not somebody to be loved.

The problem is, you haven’t eaten in two days, and even though you aren’t necessarily hungry, you know that you’ll have to have breakfast on Monday. You aren’t even sleeping well, this mix isn’t really helping your mood, nor the headache that doesn’t seem to pass. You just hope you’ll feel better tomorrow morning.

“Sirius you can’t just barge into her room, for God’s sake” James was sitting on his bed, head in his hands.

“Yeah, Prongs here is right. We aren’t even here boyfriends”

“So what? We’re gonna ignore the fact that she hasn’t been eating for two days straight and pretend that she is fine? Because she is not, I’m telling you. Remus you told us that she seemed strange in the library, yes?” Sirius was pacing anxiously back and forth in their dorm room. He just couldn’t understand why you had been in your room for two days straight, they thought they should have given you some space, but it was getting ridiculous, and Sirius hated space, he wanted you here with his two boyfriends.

Remus shook his head “Maybe she has been eating? How do you know she hasn’t left her dorm room?”

Sirius blushed “I may or may not have checked the map every five minutes since Friday night, and I wanted to remind you that she hasn’t eaten a thing even then! Herbology my ass, you don’t get that upset over herbology! She’s a little genius, I don’t think she has ever struggled since the first year, I won’t believe she is struggling with some stupid plants”.

James and Remus shared a look. Sirius didn’t usually care that much about anyone apart from them. They suddenly realised that they couldn’t loose you, not when Sirius was already going through so much with his family, he would simply break.

“You’re right Sirius. If you’ve checked, she has to eat. It’s a miracle she hasn’t fainted yet”

“Tomorrow morning. We have potions together, right? We’re gonna talk to her, and we’re gonna fix… whatever this is.”

Except you didn’t make it to potions. You were late, the night before you’re brain just shut down, and you woke up on Monday evening, skipping a day of class and, most importantly, three meals. This unplanned fast was getting ridiculous, even to your own eyes.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N” Emmeline was trying to wake you up. “I brought you some food. I don’t know why you’re so upset, I just wanted to let you know that I’m here if you need to talk to someone, or if you just want somebody to be there for you.”

You sighed. She was the only friend that stuck with you since the first year, and she was an angel; always there for you, always ready to listen and give advice, but you just couldn’t manage to talk about what was going on in your head.

“Thanks Em” You smiled, then she exited the room, and you looked at the plate. You ate something, but you were just too exhausted to finish everything.

You didn’t actually go to class since Thursday.

Truth is, you felt like a coward. You didn’t want to face the boys, too afraid of what they would think of you, of what they would say to you, and every day it got worse. You knew that they thought you were avoiding them, and you weren’t even sure why you were doing so, but every time you tried to get up and go outside, you just couldn’t.

Each day, Em would bring you something to eat, you just took a bite of everything, not really finishing the food you were given. Everyday, Em would tell you about how the marauders were looking differently, and how they stared at them throughout the meals, and you really felt guilty.

So, even though you skipped breakfast, having woken up late, you decided to go to class and to talk to the guys, at least to try to. You didn’t want to end something that didn’t even have the chance to start just because you were overthinking.

You were walking to the Great Hall when all of the sudden your vision became blurry, Em was telling you something about the upcoming herbology test, when every sound became sort of muffled, and your head suddenly felt so heavy, and now your legs weren’t cooperating anymore, and then you just fainted.

The marauders, which were catching up to you in the corridors, saw you falling to the ground, and suddenly they didn’t give a fuck about your brother anymore. He wasn’t there to help you anyways.

“Y/N!” Sirius rushed to you, Em staring at him with wide eyes.

Remus was quick to raise your legs in the air, while Sirius promptly made sure that the position wasn’t suddenly flashing the whole student body, while making sure you were smelling his strong cologne, putting your wrist under your nose. James was running to Madam Pomfrey.

Little by little, you started to gain consciousness. You didn’t make sense of the situation at first, so you just nuzzled into Sirius touch.

“Love, have I ever told you that I love your cologne? It smells really great, I want to bathe in it” You looked up at him dreamily. He chuckled.

“Well, sweetheart, thank you. You could have told me so without having to faint, giving me an heart attack.”

And then you realised the position in which you were in. You were in the middle of the corridor.

The students were all looking at you.

Em and Aurora were looking really funny, Em with her eyes open wide, Aurora practically fuming.

But Remus didn’t give you the time to think about this, hauling you in his shoulder and rushing to the infirmary.

They hauled you on a hospital bed, James and Poppy waiting for you.

“Well, what happened?” You tried to speak, but the boys didn’t let you.

“She fainted in the middle of the corridor. She hasn’t been eating for five days” You looked down, embarrassed. How did they know?

“I actually did eat a little” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“I think we have a diagnosis. You’re a smart girl, you should know better than to starve yourself. If you feel like it, I think you should go have lunch. I don’t think we have to conduct further examinations, if you don’t have anything else to tell me?”

You shook your head.

“Is it okay if I carry you, darling?” James looked down at you softly. You blushed, nodding.

So he carried you, and you made your grand entrance: James carried you in his arms bridal style, Remus and Sirius walking at your sides. You could hear the students gasping, a buzz suddenly starting to raise in the common room.

The boys ignored it, sitting you next to them, their friends eager to get to know you.

“So you are the famous Y/N!” Peter was smiling at you, you blushed.

“How do” You cleared your voice. “How do you know my name?”

The boys and their friends started laughing. “How could we not know your name? They’re talking about you 24/7!”

“You should have seen Sirius this weekend, he was so tense that we barely could stop him from lashing out on a poor first year” Lily was smiling, you looked over at Sirius, who was feigning ignorance.

Remus filled your plate with mashed potatoes, some kind of meat, lots and lots of veggies and definitely too much bread.

“Eat. First you eat, then you talk. Please?” You nodded, feeling slightly ashamed, he looked really concerned, they all did.

“So anyways, how did you guys meet? And, most importantly, how come an angel like you got herself tangled up with them”

James shoved lightly Regulus, who was grinning, while you nearly choked on your food.

“Leave the poor girl alone, will you? You already know everything about how they met her, her eyes were sparkling in the sun and she had this-“ At this, they all said in unison “pink sundress flowing lightly and her hair were put in a perfect ponytail”

You could feel your ears burning, the guys all smiling at your shyness.

[vesppperoro]

Hello! I hope I don’t offend you or make you uncomfortable bc it’s my first time requesting to you, but can I request Sin of Envy reader x Sin of greed (Mammon)?? Into sure if you already did this, if you did you can ignore this!! Ty😓😓

Mammon x Sin of Envy!Reader

Includes: Mammon, Leviathan!Reader, Beel, Asmodeus.

A/N:Ur perfectly fine don’t worry at all!! This request doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all!! In fact, it’s quite adorable. They give enemies to lovers except they still hate each other lol. Enjoy!

As stated in one of the posts I’ve made about the sins and how they feel about Leviathan!Reader, you and Mammon HATED each other

You literally had the I.M.P. kill one of your own sinners because they leaked your ideas to him.

He ripped off your fame, so you despised him.

Your rivalry was known across the Greed Ring and the Envy Ring.

You both would rant about each other to anyone who would listen.

The Greed Ring hated you and the Envy Ring hated him.

You were more popular than him. He was jealous as hell.

But when you both attended Sin meetings either Lucifer, you two couldn’t help but steal glances at one another.

You didn’t understand why, and he didn’t either.

Maybe it was growing hatred. Why does hatred feel so good, though?

You always felt a weird sensation whenever you saw his posters. Whenever you saw whatever he was hosting.

A weird gut feeling you’ve never felt before surfaced.

It was the same for him. It made him hate you even more. What did you do to him?

Seeing your face on any posters made him blush. He secretly kept them in his room.

He didn’t know why.

You didn’t know why you felt this way either.

One day, you were ranting to Beelzebub and the topic of Mammon came up.

You started ranting and ranting. You lost track of everything you said until you heard your bestie gasp.

She stared at you like a deer in headlights.

“Levi, hunny, you’re in love!”

You immediately made a gagging noise. In LOVE?!

Sure, you’ve had hookups, but you’ve never been in love. Especially not with HIM.

“That might be why you hate ‘em so much. Your heart wants him but your brain doesn’t. Hah! Look at you go!”

Her mocking pissed you off.

Meanwhile, Mammon was ranting to one of his employees about you. Nothing unusual.

That was, until, he mentioned the weird feeling of you.

He nearly killed the bitch that brought up the possibility of him being in love with you.

But it made him think. Maybe he was.

But he would never admit it. He’s too cocky.

Now, anytime you two see each other, your looks of disgust towards one another grow more and more intense.

That was until the last Sin meeting with Lucifer.

Asmodeus was teasing Mammon and he brought up you.

“Awww. Are you in love with them???”

His lack of a response made the room go quiet.

You stared at him forever. Until Lucifer just.. dismissed you guys.

Mammon pulled you aside and roughly confessed that it was true.

“Maybe I am in love with you, bitch.”

And that’s how you two started dating.

Your relationship was kept a secret, since everyone thought that the both of you despised each other.

Whenever he put on a show, you shape-shifted to fit in and watched his shows.

He did the same for you.

Afterwards, you two would meet up somewhere private and playfully tease each other.

You two act like an old married couple but with more hatred. That hatred comes from the love you two discovered you had for one another.

You killed anyone who even dared to look at Mammon the same way you looked at him. That’s the price to pay for being with the Sin of Envy.

He made fun of anyone who liked you too. He was ruder, but he didn’t normally kill them unless pushed too far.

You both secretly shared a bed together. One that nobody found out about.

He also spoiled the hell out of you.

You were even more lenient towards your people whenever they went into the Greed Ring.

It confused them.

Anyways. You two are VERY playfully mean to each other.

“Shut your mouth, bitch.”

“Kill yourself, cunt.”

But you both knew you weren’t serious. Not anymore, anyways.

He’s the little spoon. He won’t admit it at all, but you’re definitely the dominant one in the relationship.

Anyways. You two have fancy as hell dates. Anyone who says anything will be killed on the spot.

Your relationship remains a secret. Anyone who knew would be killed.

That was, until, it got out by Asmodeus or Fizz.

Now everyone knows.

But you two don’t really care.

Now, you affection is displayed openly.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 5 - Never enough

Summary: Y/N goes out with Kyouka for a flat hunt. Izuku gets smacked in the face - Once by a random teen and once by his Sweet Pea.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of a toxic relationship (in the past).

First Chapter Master List

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Kyouka comes over a few hours after Izuku leaves; he didn’t really say goodbye after your conversation in the bedroom this morning, which was quite surprising and he also left an untouched sandwich on the table, filled with his favorite stuff, which is also… well… really fucking weird, but okay. To be fair, there is so much happening all at once it’s easy to go all silly, especially at 5 AM in the morning. Maybe it took him so long to make his sandwich he ended up being late and instead of bringing it with him he just left it on the table. Even though, Izuku must be aware that he owns a cat so leaving food on the table isn’t the smartest idea. Thankfully, All Meowt is the laziest motherfucker the word has ever seen and jumping on the table to get some nibbles is way too much of a lbother for him, hence why the food is still in tact.

Sometimes you wonder if All Meowt is even a cat; he doesn’t scratch furniture, doesn’t eat anything he needs to work for, barely jumps on anything and he’s just… a part of the furniture. A furry little sofa pillow. He’s also really smart as somehow he knew you are the one who messed with his automatic feeder because to this day, he didn’t even approach you once when Izuku wasn’t around. Except when you sleep. Then he cuddles. He probably hopes you stay that way forever.

“Okay, I managed to get a viewing for flat 2 and flat 4.” Kyouka mumbles to herself after putting her phone down. You look at the girl incredulously. “Don’t look at me like that, I know flat 4 is pricy as fudge, but with my current salary, I can afford it. I won’t have a bunch to spend for a few months but if I make it to the top 10 next year, it won’t be a problem!”

You know Kyouka like you know the back of your hand; there is no reason to even look at flat 2 at this point, this silly woman has already decided to get that fancy ass flat and there is probably an extremely ridiculous reason behind it.

“Be honest with me…” You look at your bestie, trying your best not to look judgmental. “Why do you want that flat?”

Kyouka looks down at her hands, her cheeks ruddy from embarassment. “My favorite rockstar lives in the same building… you know the one with black hair and the sick angel wing tattoo.” Kyouka answers while she plays with her bangs like a stupid school girl.

There it is. There it fucking is.

“So you decided to spend all your life savings for a few minutes of neighborly banter with your Bae.” You really can’t believe this silly woman.

“Oh my god, you are literally dating your favorite hero, sorry if your stupid love story made me believe in fated love!” She yells and you can’t help but laugh at that.

“Hey, it didn’t cost me anything to fall in love with him though! Plus we are not official yet!” Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed.

“Oh fuck off, Izuku wouldn’t even poke you with a foot long pole if he wouldn’t want you to be his fucking wife in the next few years. My bro isn’t playing around. He’s had enough of that shit when he was young.”

Well, that’s a new information.

“What do you mean?”

Kyouka sighs.

“It’s not my place you tell you this and to be honest I don’t know too much about it, Katsuki is probably the best one to ask but… there was this girl, right after high school who was all over Izuku after his first debut. We told him to stay away from her, we warned him that she’s only after the fame and the money but Izuku was so happy to be liked by someone in a romantic way he didn’t fucking listen to any of us…” Kyouka’s eyes look really sad as she continues. “Izuku was always a sweet boy so most people only thought of him just as that; a boy, not a man. This girl was different, I give her that. I fucking hated her. We all did. Except Izuku.” You really don’t like where this story is going. You can feel the betrayal in the air, it makes your stomach upset and your heart bleed. “After a few weeks Izuku couldn’t even wear his own clothes. She started to point out every geeky thing on him, the shirts, the shoes, his hair… she wanted him to change into something he wasn’t. She even made a comment about his baby fat. Katsuki almost exploded her that day and Izuku stopped bringing her over after that. Things got worse after as Katsuki wasn’t there to reprimand her. I don’t want to say more, Y/N. Ask him. It’s not my story to tell.”

You are rendered speechless. There are so many emotions swirling inside you; fury, hatred, sadness, then there is the urge to protect, the urge to call Izuku home so you can tell him how much you love him and his quirkiness… it’s so much to take in, so much to think about…

“Let’s go before we both start crying.” Kyouka ruffles your hair and motions towards the door, ready for the adventure.

You try your best to keep your focus on the beautiful flats. You look around for flaws, ask the right questions but you are not really there; your mind can only think of Izuku, about how alone he must’ve felt while dating that terrible human being, how humiliated he had to feel around his friends in those clothes he was forced to wear… fuck.

“I’ll walk you home then I’ll come back to do the paperwork.”

She doesn’t need to say any more for you to know that all your thoughts are written on your face.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry! You helped a lot. Really.” Kyouka smiles. You are so lucky to have her.

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Izuku is not with it at work. He makes a lot of mistakes and he gets punched by some “random extra” who shouldn’t even be able to touch him.

There was a group of teens making a ruckus downtown. Izuku and Katsuki were out on patrol when they saw them yelling at a poor old man, asking for money but somehow Izuku managed to get hit by one of the kids while he was too distracted with his own thoughts.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Deku!” Katsuki yells at him with a red face. “You just let that fucking extra have the time of his fucking life! Hitting the number one fucking hero in the face! He probably thinks he’s the coolest fucking dude right now and has zero motherfucking remorse about what he’s done!”

“Because you were any better, you burned that kids face! Do you want to get canceled?!”

Izuku is frustrated. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t just let Katsuki step over him like that, not anymore…

“Someone had to do something about it! I had to clean your fucking mess up because that’s what friends do, you absolute fucking moron!”

“Since when do you consider me as a friend? I thought I’m just a nuisance.”

“Stop with the attitude. I know what you are doing and it’s not going to work. You won’t push me away. Don’t make the same mistakes I’ve made when I was a kid. You know it more than anyone how much it fucking hurts.”

“I’m sorry, Kacchan.” He can’t take it anymore. The tears fall, his body shakes and moves towards Katsuki on his own and Katsuki catches him just in time.

“If you want to talk, I’m here. Eijirou is here too. You are not alone anymore.” Katsuki mutters into his hair, his fingers deep in Izuku’s curls. Katsuki has changed so much in the last few years; if anyone would’ve told him he’s gonna be cuddled by Katsuki while he cries for the stupidest fucking reason he would’ve laughed in their face.

He knows he’s being an idiot. Y/N loves him, he can see it in her eyes when he comes back after a long day of work, he can feel it in her touches, in the food she makes, in the way she smiles when Izuku cuddles her from behind… he also knows his Sweet Pea loves him the way he is and he has no reason to doubt himself with her but Izuku can’t do anything with his insecurities; he’s been told so many times how weird he is, how unattractive his home wear is, how his unruly hair makes him look like a child and he doesn’t even want to start talking about his “annoying” clinginess.

Maybe he should’ve told her to finish that commission instead of asking her to go to bed with him. Maybe he should’ve let her cook the food alone or ask her if she needs help instead of clinging to her back like an oversized koala. Maybe he should’ve slept on his own side of the bed instead of suffocating his Sweet Pea with his heavy arms. He went overboard. Even his perfect Sweet Pea needs some space. Maybe that’s why she wants to move out. She loves Izuku but Izuku is too much as a boyfriend… he’s too much, he’s always too much…

“Go home, Zuku.” Katsuki sighs into his hair. “Go home and sort yourself out. I fucking hate seeing you like this. I want to blow your face up.”

Izuku can’t help but snort at that.

“I love you too, Kacchan.”

“Fuck you.”

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You get home around 2PM; you managed to find some All Might shaped chicken nuggets in the store which you decided to air fry today with some lovely fresh veggies you found in the little market you love. Oh, and rice. Izuku needs more than a snack when he comes home.

Thankfully you manage to finish cooking by 3 so you decide to sit down and finally start working on your commissions; there isn’t much to do, just a few sketches, so you should be done by the time Izuku gets home. Thank god no one commissioned anything detailed, otherwise you would be fucked; there is no way you can do a full, colored drawing in this mental state.

For your surprise the door opens around 4PM; Izuku is already in his civilian clothes, freshly showered, hair still a bit wet.

There is one thing you realize now that Kyouka told you about his past; Izuku’s civilian clothes are quite plain compared to his usual style. It doesn’t sit right with you but that’s a problem for another day.

Today’s problem is…

“You are really early, did you forget something? Want to eat before you go back? I made you something special!” You jump off the chair right away. Izuku looks at you like this is the last time he sees your face; you have no idea what’s going on but you really hate that look on his face, that’s for sure. “Oh my god, please tell me this is not that part of the fanfiction when the hero comes home and tells his wife that he’s going a year long mission to America. I’m not ready for that yet.”

For some reason, Izuku looks guilty. He lowers his eyes, suddenly finding the design of the floor extremely interesting as he fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket anxiously.

“Just a short day, nothing to worry about.” Izuku smiles but it’s fake. So fucking fake it makes you want to gag. “Were you doing a commission? Don’t worry about me, I’m not even supposed to be here, so just ignore me.”

Red flag. A big, fucking red flag. Something happened and Izuku is not telling you jack shit about it.

“Izu, what the fuck, I’ve been waiting to have a few hours with you for a whole week, I can’t just ignore you. With the amount of hours you work I have all the time to finish this fucking scribble, but I only have a few hours with you.” You reprimand, a little bit offended. Just a little bit. Teeny-tiny bit. “You also left without giving me a kiss. You need to give me double kisses today. Also, look at the food I made for you!” You run into the kitchen and come out with the All Might shaped chicken nuggets. You show them off proudly, jumping up and down with the excitement. “Look! It’s All Might! And chicken! I put the magnet that came with it on the fridge, I hope that’s fine! There are 10 different magnets to collect, I’ll try to get them all!”

Suddenly, a loud sob escapes Izuku’s mouth, but it’s not his usual ‘I’m so happy so I’ll cry a river’ kinda sob, it’s the one full of pain and misery. “Izu.” You put the food down on the table to approach the shaking man now sitting on the floor. “I’m sorry do you not want to eat All Might? That’s okay, Izu!” You mutter but Izuku jumps into your words.

“Y/N, stop.” The sound of your own name sounds so foreign from Izuku’s mouth you almost choke on your words. “Stop. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, I can’t…” Izuku starts to sob again and you are not too far behind him. Without knowing, your tears start to fall, joining Izuku’s in the puddle of misery on the floor.

“What’s wrong, baby? Please, tell me what did I do wrong. I won’t do it ever again, I swear…”

“I know you want to move out. You don’t need to pretend.” Izuku jumps into your words between two loud sobs. “I know I’m impossible to live with, I know my love is toxic, it’s too much too soon, I’m… aware of it and I can change, I can give you space, fuck, I can sleep in the agency if you want me to, I don’t care, but please, don’t leave me. I can change, I can do anything…”

Instead of words you decide to use your hand to tell him how fucking annoyed you are. Because honest to fuck you thought someone died or Izuku is dying or the world is on fire and these are his last words… the sound of the slap is loud in the quiet room but it makes Izuku listen and hopefully he’ll forgive you when this is over.

“I don’t want you to change, you dumb little… waaah!” Great job, Y/N. You are doing fucking well. You slapped the poor sobbing guy then you called him dumb. Great start indeed. “I fucking love you and your nerdy little ass, I love the way you geek out over the stupidest thing, I love how we are glued to each other when you’re home because that’s what I also want to do, thank you for fucking asking, I love those super silly t-shirts you’re hiding at the back of your drawer and I can’t believe you never wear them by the way, I’m not leaving you, I’m not going anywhere, I want to be here, with you, every single second, I can’t believe you really thought you could get rid of me that easily, Midoriya Izuku!” You have no air left by the time you finish your sentence because you forgot to breathe during your rant. “Don’t you fucking dare to change for me. I fell in love with YOU, not with some impostor. Tell me what you want. Do what you want. Act as silly as you want. I’ll probably only love you more, even though it’s quite impossible.”

The silence is deafening. You can see Izuku’s brain going into overdrive. He looks completely lost.

“The notes on the table…” He mutters as he motions towards the notebook. He looks dumbfounded.

“Kyouka is looking for a new flat. I was helping her.”

“I’m an idiot.” Izuku mumbles, mortified. He even forgets to cry.

“Yeah, you are. My idiot boyfriend who I love so dearly.” The words slip out but it’s too late to take it back; you look at Izuku with a terrified look on your face, ready to be reprimanded but Izuku looks at you with nothing but wonder, eyes shining from tears and finally, from happiness.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again.” Izuku’s hand reaches towards you. Needless to say, you take it.

“My weird boyfriend, Midoriya Izuku.” You giggle to yourself. If this would be a fanfiction… ahh, Nevermind.

“I love you, Sweet Pea. Please, never change.” Izuku is all over you, not even caring about the floor being the most uncomfortable surface in the whole entire building. You can’t really hold yourself up with such a heavy weight sitting on your shoulders so you both end up stumbling backwards with a loud yelp followed by a bunch of giggling.

“So what does my boyfriend want to do today?” You mutter into Izuku’s neck between two kisses.

“I want to watch an All Might movie in my silly All Might onesie I’m hiding in my dresser while I eat the silly little all might chicken nuggets my perfect girlfriend made for me.”

Your smile is so big it actually hurts your jaw.

“… Only if I can borrow a silly All Might shirt to match with you.”

Apparently, that was the right thing to say; Izuku is about to combust from the happiness as he attacks your mouth with violent happy kisses.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He mutters into your lips, already knowing your answer.

“Only a few thousand times but it never gets old.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” He smirks with such confidence it makes you shiver. You did that. You made him feel that way. Oh fuck, this new Midoriya Izuku is really bad for your heart.

“Might as well be.” You grab Izuku’s hair at the back of his head and yank him forward for a heated, deep kiss. Izuku yelps but he doesn’t let you have all the control; this is Izuku’s day, he’s is completely unhinged and so are you.

The food got cold by the time you managed to untangle from each other.

And fuck, it was so worth it.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Some explanations for the this chapter because I feel like it’s needed:

- 1. Midoriya does wear merch, but mostly black ones with a logo on it instead of the super loud, super colorful ones he would prefer.

- 2. Midoriya’s mum said in one of the chapters that Midoriya has never had a girl over before which is still true; the girl was never officially introduced to Inko as Izuku knew the way the girl was treating him would make his mom really sad. Inko has a slight idea about what happened thanks to Katsuki but she was spared from the gruesome details of it. Izuku doesn’t know his mom knows about it.

- 3. No, they didn’t do anything cheeky on the floor. They were just kissing, you dirty little potato.

- In the next chapter, we are going home to Izuku’s mom! I’m so excited!!!!

- I got a beautiful Deku figurine. I try not to talk about my figurine obsession anymore but I have to show this one off. I genuinely didn’t think I’ll be able to get my hands on this one because it’s an Ichiban Kuji (it’s like a lottery but with anime merch) Last One prize, but here I am, I guess. 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

[takenbypeter]

Heyo you already know it’s gonna be Peter Maximoff! Sooooo reader and Peter are a couple but sleep in separate dorms?rooms? idk what you would call it but they obvi live in Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Anyways, reader told Peter she was going to bed a little earlier just to tell him. He agrees without putting too much thought into it and continues on whatever he’s doing. Until he’s getting ready for bed and goes into his closet and notices….. one of his shirts are missing. He is speeding around looking for it even though he technically doesn’t need it at this millisecond, it’s just the thought of him not knowing where it is that’s bugging him. He cannot find it anywhere in his room. So he goes out….. assuming somebody is messing with him. Wakes up the guys who might’ve done it like Cyclops, Nightcrawler, even the Beast cuz he just “KNOWS”. Probably cuz Peter knows he’s a bit (a lot) of a butthead to them and maybe someday they’ll want some payback and today was the day. But all of them denied it and Peter is going absolutely insane. He now gets all the X-men in one room and THEY ARE NOT LEAVING UNTIL THIS CASE IS SOLVED (his band t-shirts are a priority). Somebody has to be lying and he brings in the big guns. He’s woken up Xavier. (yes he woke him up, put him in his wheelchair, and sped him into the room) He would’ve just asked Jean to read their minds but she might try to protect Cyclops or something. The arguing got louder since the X-men were all now stuck in a room, annoyed at Peter for waking them up, and still don’t really know what the heck is going on. Reader wakes up from the noise to see what all the bickering was about. There she opens the door all eyes on her staring right at the supposed “missing” shirt she was wearing. Heads turning back to Peter most (all) of them with angry faces and reader with a confused look. Peter sweetly walks to reader without an anger in sight. (he’s never angry at her and thinks she looks cute in the shirt) He comforts her as if nothing had happened and puts her back to sleep. The team’s jaws just drops in utter disbelief. A couple minutes later he comes back to the angry faces and awkwardly apologizes. As soon as he noticed he’s got no sympathy he speeds aways. Let’s just say there was a bit of a goose chase throughout the night until they tackled him down. This is just a silly and LONG request. Sorry :/

Too Cute To Blame

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1561

Authors note: hey hey bestie 🌺 so glad to get a request from you, I loved this idea so funny 🤣thanks for the request and enjoy

It was another one of those nights in the X-mansion. No missions, no actual fighting, it was just a normal day filled with a number of training and lessons to practically bore your mind, but you knew they were important. At least it was over for the day.

You were currently in your boyfriend Peter’s room as you two typically were, if not your own. It was getting late and he was spread out on his mattress with his eyes shut and his hands folded together behind his head while he bobbed it to his music that played throughout the room.

You listened too, initially starting the night cuddled against him until you got slightly bored and opted to read in his desk chair.

But as you checked the clock that he had displayed underneath some papers you realized just how late it was and that's when you decided to call it quits for the night.

Packing up your things you got up and leaned over him, “I’m heading to my room, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say and with his eyes closed he puckered his lips and you bent down to meet them for a quick kiss. “Goodnight,” you said and he repeated.

As you stood back up you looked around making sure you weren’t forgetting anything and that’s when your eyes landed on one of his band shirts. It was in his clean clothing pile on the floor with other clothes and before you could give it another thought, you took it.

You didn’t think it was a big deal but apparently it was.

Peter stayed up for about two more hours before he decided to at least attempt at sleep. After getting up from his lazy position he zoomed on over to his pile that he just washed and searching through it he realized the shirt he was planning on wearing was gone.

He knew he washed it, he absolutely washed it…didn’t he? Great now he was questioning himself.

Instead of thinking about it too much he continued his search practically tearing apart his closet, and dirty laundry bin in search of the black graphic tee.

It wasn’t a big deal or anything, it’s not like this was going to bug him for the rest of his life.

…except it was.

As he searches and searches, double checking every nook and cranny he finally comes to the conclusion that it’s not in here.

As a new thought popped into his brain he squinted while tilting his head, someone took his shirt.

“No he wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself before he thought about it some more and let out a weary, “he would.”

And that’s when he sped off.

He knew exactly where he was headed to first. Scott’s room.

When he got to the place that he barely stepped foot in, he quickly put on Scott’s glasses before hovering over the boy, “hey,” he gave Scott’s face a little slap causing Scott’s eyes to flicker. When that didn’t do the trick he slapped harder, “hey!” That one seemed to do something as the mutant woke up, “what the f—“

“I know you took it,” Peter accused not wasting a second.

Scott looked around the room, his eyes landing on the darkness from the window,”what time ‘s it?”

Peter turned Scott’s head back to him while Scott easily pushed it away, “give me back my shirt.”

Scott let out an angry sigh as he turned to his side and covered his head trying to block out the light, “I don’t have your dumb shirt.”

Peter leaned back, still suspicious, “I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care about you that much.” Peter lifted a brow at Scott’s words, that was true. Maybe it wasn’t him.

In the next second Scott’s light was off and Peter was gone for his next suspect.

Arriving in the blue mutant’s room he leaned over the boy deciding if he should slap him as he did Scott or choose a different approach this time. As he was distracted, he noticed Kurt’s eyes beginning to open and he took the opportunity, “where is it?” He demanded.

Kurt yelped not expecting this at all, but once his eyes fully opened he calmed down realizing what was going on.

“What’s happening?”

“Someone took my shirt. Was it you?”

“Do you really believe I was the one to take it?”

Hmm, sure Peter’s bugged the kid but honestly, the blue mutant had a point and off Peter went. He sped right by Jean Grey’s room knowing; one, she would either protect her dumb boyfriend, or two, she probably had no idea either way, so instead he headed for the labs that he knew Hank would probably be in.

“Hey!” Peter shouted so unexpectedly he caught Hank off guard as he practically dropped whatever science tube he had in his hands, “where’s my shirt?”

Hank gave him a blank stare behind his safety goggles, before responding, “do I look like I know?”

Peter pressed his lips together as his hands interlocked with his pointer fingers pressing against his own lips in thought while he practically scanned the beast, “you honestly look like you know…everything,” Peter said before once again taking off.

And like that he spent the night practically waking half of the mutants of the building up but still he got no answer, which is when he decided to get the big guns.

But not just that, no, he was going to publicly embarrass whoever took his shirt so they won’t ever do it again. Gearing his body up he grabbed the closest suspect dropping them off in the lounge area of the building. Then he filled the room, and one by one he brought in every single mutant he suspected until he got Charles, yes Charles out here.

“Oh great the psycho’s back,” mumbled Jubilee as Peter took his place in the middle, while Charles was just beginning to process everything.

“Peter, what is going on?” Charles asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” the gray haired boy pointed a finger practically scanning the room, “someone in here took something of mine, something very precious.”

“It’s just a shirt!” Shouted Scott.

“A Pink Floyd shirt, it's very important.”

“A shirt?” Charles squeezed his eyes shut and his fingers went to his forehead already getting a headache despite having been just woken up. “Do I have to watch you all like children?”

Peter winced suddenly feeling like this wasn’t the best idea.

“Just go to bed, we can figure it out tomorrow,” suggested Kurt.

“No, we're doing this tonight. No one is leaving till we figure this out.”

“Okay will whoever did it just confess I prefer not to use my powers on such mundane behavior,” Charles said, currently regretting his decision to bring kids together like this.

“It wasn’t me,” could be heard followed by a bunch of, “wasn’t me either,” which was then followed by “will someone just confess already?” Which was followed by a “Scott we know you did it just give it back,” causing Scott and Jean to defend him before turning the suspicion on someone else thus creating a full circle of mutants blaming mutants throughout the room.

As the arguments grew, so did the noise, awaking most other mutants who hadn’t been accused yet.

Including you.

You woke up from a deep sleep to sudden shouting and curious about the ruckus you put on some nearby pants as you entered the mutant filled room with your boyfriend standing in the middle of it all.

“What’s going on?” You questioned eyes squinting trying to adjust to the sudden bright light of the room.

Nearby young ones looked to you before looking down a little, and began nudging one another. As everyone was suddenly becoming aware of what you were wearing the room grew quieter and quieter but you, too tired to think, only kept your eyes on Peter who just realized you had entered the room.

It took only one second for Peter to glance down and easily spot the shirt he’s been desperately searching for. But instead of scolding you or accusing you like he did the others, he just runs to you immediately wrapping his arms around you while internally gushing about how cute you look in his old t-shirt.

“It’s nothing. Just an argument but it’s settled now.”

“Oh okay?” You said head still propped on his shoulder as he had his arms around you. Soon enough he removed his arms and just took your hand in his, “just go back to bed, everyone’s heading back anyway.”

“Okay?” You repeated not questioning the man's actions and everyone watched as he walked you out, leaving them there to question his sanity.

“So that’s it! We get yelled at, we suffer, but not—“

“Well you saw how cute Y/n looked,” Peter said interrupting Cyclops from the chair in the corner causing some to jump at his sudden appearance while most just glared. “Who could be mad at that face?…so uh…goodnight.”

And off he ran. Most went off to bed while others weren’t done with the whole situation.

“Oh he is so gonna get it," said Jubilee as she noticed Scott practically grinding his teeth in anger before he plus a few others tried to run after the speedy mutant.

[fumifooms]

Marchil crumbs part 5

Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 6 - part 7

The anime has come and since I have my shipping goggles on I am going to notice so much. This part will be less spoilery for anime onlys (tho if you want to see me talk about why I ship them and why they’re complementary this is not a good part to start with haha). Edit: After completing this part I can confirm it’s fully anime-onlys friendly and spoiler-free! For manga veterans though there are still some fun tidbits to be found, some recontextualisations and new extra content.

Holy shit guys they’re mirroring each other in the mural and reaching out to each other AND looking towards each other?!!!! Their pose is so striking and like perfectly align?! Which means it was so intentional and the staff wanted to highlight them (for an aesthetic and/or narrative purpose I’m sure but it happened)! I will never let this go we won so fucking hard let’s goooooo we are so back

Character foils!! Dynamic duo!!

Soulmates!!

In the opening at 1:16 he looks at her to see if she’s really going to it as the most critical of monster food & muster up courage to dig into it himself lmao… "Marcille doesn’t look too grossed out, she’s picky so this food must be fine then" Aka treating her as a poison taster/good cuisine judge lmao

Doodle from the animation director (source). I should translate it but I’m procrastinating on it so uh director’s brotp? Anyways they hanging out look at them :]

Laios is thinking to himself there (he’s the one saying the subs), and in the meantime Marcille and Chilchuck talk, likely figuring out the money situation. Strategizing duo back at it again not wasting a second

In the beginning of ep 1, when Marcille is rambling about where they could go to get food and what to grab, Chilchuck listens with a big smile & even closes his eyes as they walk. The implication is that he’s thinking about food, but man the scene hits different now that it’s voiced and I remember that indeed Chilchuck is closing his eyes to her voice and enjoying hearing her talk and ramble. I may be too far gone into the marchil pit

I feel like already they’ve come far from when Chilchuck dreaded being alone with Shuro and Marcille, waiting for the Toudens and Namari to arrive.

Ok this might actually be smth I’m gonna complain about but I feel like blushes have been drawn too vividly so far. Why does Chilchuck look like he’s confessing when he tells her she’s not a burden and he didn’t mean to make her feel that way. It almost comes across as "Woah she cares what I think?" 💀 The banter ensuing is of course also great

Ep 2 was an episode centered on them both that had the "Magic/Traps are my domain, don’t interfere!" parallel… And now with ep 3 we’re back to them being haters together. That’s her emotional support man

In ep 4, it doesn’t show well with a screenshot but when Senshi talks about his unmanned vegetable stand with a treasure chest, while in the manga Marcille and Chilchuck both think the same thing, "That’s why that treasure chest akways had money in it…", but in the anime instead they literally finish each other’s thought. Talk about being on the same wavelength.

Ep 5 is a marchil goldmine actually, it showcases perfectly how much of a package deal they are lol. Always sticking close to each other. Glancing at each other during meals… They literally nod at each other before they try a bite to steel themselves. They exchange a serious thoughtful glance when Laios talks about Falin truly being gone atm. They argue a bit but they go right back to sitting right next to each other after the meal <3 My god I can’t deal with them they are so…… "Hate this bitch, not my friend" 3 secs later "Heyy bestie!!" Also he’s worried he brought her mood down after mentioning Falin. Made a post about ep 5 collecting even more screenshots.

Episode 6 my hero my beloved… Again I made a post about the ep collecting all my screenshots here, and even a clip! But this IS the marchil crumbs masterpost thus I must collect the major ones here as well. First of all, fun staff drawings for the first screening!

I already posted a screenshot from the trailer of when Chil had his head on his knees sitting next to her, but after seeing episode 5 I think it’s a fun and interesting trend to notice that they sit next to each other way unnecessarily close wow. They continue to banter a ton, she continues to be very casual with touch, and they’re really cute! I love just how much Marcille blushed damn- It’s really cute too when you remember with the bicorn chapter that Chilchuck teases Marcille BECAUSE he enjoys getting a rise out of her, flustering her and seeing her reactions. I support the teasing -> laughing because her reaction is over the top all-Chilchuck economy. Also she apologizes for having let him go alone and be gone for so long by helping him with sewing his cowl… Cuties

She looked so happy when he opened up about his age!… And then seemed… Disappointed? When he "truly was just a kid". "So you really are a kid! How boring…" This implies that her intent was to tease him for funsies… Ok lads we reached 30 pics see you next post, I’m gonna cover the "wake up clumsy head" manga-anime differences and we’re gonna go back to our usual spoilers yummy schedule.

Here’s Marcille cosplaying as a succubus in the newest Daydream Hour… She may not be a half-foot or have deep-set eyes but let’s be real I think he’d explode

part 6 here!!

[disregardcanon]

semi-realistic thoughts about where the yellowjackets and co might be in 2021 if the plane HAD crashed but they got rescued before laura lee died because misty never found the black box

tai- in exactly the same place, but with better coping mechanisms and a stable and realistic relationship with simone. sammy still has some issues because tai represses stuff and is still a politician who’s keeping secrets about the wilderness, but tai actually does let him get the therapy he needs. she’s still close to shauna and akilah, and she wishes that she could be close with van, but things are weird there. she always knew van wanted different things out of life than she did, but it was a lot harder to break things off after they lived through a plane crash and a few months in the wilderness together.

van- jack of all trades, master of none. she’s been a summer camp counselor all over the country, done bit parts in lots of movies, was on jeopardy once, managed a spirit halloween, got involved in cutco knives before she realized it was an mlm, worked at an amusement park, taught english to kids in different countries (never with the US military though because that sucks), worked at a ski resort. she’s had a lot of girlfriends that never really stuck, but she’s glad for all of them. she still talks to quite a few of the yellowjackets, but it’s... hard. when she talks to tai. taissa the accomplished lawyer and now state senator thinks that she should settle down, and that’s a little hard to hear from the high school girlfriend who dropped van when she went off to college.

coach ben- after his experience in the wilderness with the girls and losing his leg, there is absolutely NO way he’s going back to teaching. he tries to make things right with paul and after some work, he ends up moving in with paul in the city. paul’s a writer already, so ben gives it a try and does some comedy columns and sports columns.

nat- had a couple of years right after high school where she was drifting and on just about every drug in the book until she accidentally runs into ben and paul at a party and ben’s like oh my god NATALIE!??! and makes her sleep on their couch for a while. eventually she ends up making weird art and coaching a kids’ soccer team. she has some short term romantic relationships with both men and women but none of them ever really stick.

misty and crystal- coach very gently told her when they were in the hospital that he was gay and not interested. and she was like “oh you figured it out because i was so wonderful and you weren’t attracted to me, so you knew you couldn’t like girls?” and he sighed and went. yes misty. that’s how. and she put a hand on his shoulder and said “how brave. how inspiring” and then misty started telling this story to any teammate who would listen. crystal was the only one who didn’t roll her eyes and she was like “omg, a gay teacher? like in the children’s hour????” and then they become best friends going into the next year of school. misty doesn’t HAVE a secret that’s big enough to break them up so they just. stay together.

misty stays on as the equipment manager but mainly just to cheer on her bestie and they join theater together. they don’t do very well but they LOVE it, and they decide to go to the same college to be roommates. crystal becomes a quirky high school theater teacher and misty still becomes a concerning RN who dates and intimidates weird little guys, but they live together and are like, what, gay? *pft* no, we’re besties! and they are, but god are they weird about it

laura lee and lottie- lottie’s parents made her go to the same ivy that her dad went to, and she really hates it, even though she does her best and gets her degree. (i’m thinking some kind of counseling/leadership) laura lee goes to a bible college that skews too conservative for her and she hates it too, so much that she decides to drop out until she can figure out where she DOES want to go. a lot of soulsearching and mishaps later, and lottie is taking on a youth minister position at a nondenominational hippie dippie queer loving church and inviting laura lee to check it out, and laura lee falls in LOVE WITH IT and then goes straight into the seminary she can find that best lines up with her own values. they become a power couple and get married in 2004 as soon as it’s legal. they end up with a congregation that isn’t very large but is dedicated and does a lot of good in their area.

travis and javi- coach martinez still died, so things are hard, but not nearly as hard as in canon. they work through his death as best as they can with their mom, and travis stays at home the next year to go to community college before leaving home. javi makes him join a dungeons and dragons campaign and it actually helps him a lot with the Big Feelings Time. travis goes into something that his dad thought was nerdy and not masculine enough but that he likes and is good at, and javi becomes an artist. he and shauna collaborate sometimes on projects <3. also travis and jackie become weird friends at community college

mari- she’s an mlm girlie but one that is Proud! Of! It! she’s got a big enough downline that she actually supports herself this way, even though it.... still sucks and is soulsucking. but it lets her be a little bitchy, do tasks, and be kind of in charge and kind of not in charge and mari DOES like that.

melissa and gen- let them play soccer together in college because they were on the fabled yellowjackets team that never got to go to nationals as well as the one that WON! let melissa get butcher. let gen have a sexuality crisis as she gets jealous about girls falling all over her best friend. let them be soccer lesbians who eventually move to denver and buy a subaru

akilah- they find out that shauna’s pregnant before they’re rescued and right before laura lee’s able to make her incredible journey. akilah the girl scout finds herself worrying about what might have happened if they had to deliver a baby out there, even though they DIDN’T. then she does a lot of research into the subject on top of studying for her SAT and finds out about maternal mortality rates in the united states, especially among black women like her and her sister. she decides to become an OBGYN to try to fight the problem, and despite the hardships, she makes it happen. she also gets to upset her sister with terrible pregnancy fun facts, which is what siblings are for

jackie- has a blowout fight with shauna about the jeff thing after they get back, straining her relationships with every member of the team. she still tries at college, but she rushes and doesn’t get a bid for a single sorority (she’s going through a crisis where she’s realized she’s a lesbian and doesn’t know what to do with that and also. is very depressed and angry), her potluck roommate doesn’t like her, and her classes are so hard now without shauna to help. she doesn’t know how to ask for help and things spiral for the two semesters it takes for her to get kicked out of college. she’s home the summer afterward, with her parents desperately trying to get her to figure out a different college or go out with jeff again (we understand what he did, but you aren’t exactly... rolling in prospects right now) and she’s just going crazy in her room.

shauna and jackie- shauna gets an abortion and does go to brown! she’s really upset with where things ended with jackie, but she’s still close to tai and some of the other girls and she’s exploring her bisexuality at college, so she’s doing okay javi sends her drawings sometimes, and that’s nice. when she comes home over her first summer and sees jackie absolutely rotting... she feels awful enough to try to mend the bridge. it doesn’t totally work, but by the end of the season they’re on speaking terms again, and over the next few holiday breaks they become tentative friends again, then good friends, then homoerotic girls who are dancing around each other.

jackie tries out the community college thing and tries hanging out with jeff again, who’s working at his parents’ furniture store. her parents are convinced they’re dating and jeff kind of is too and jackie... tries to see if she can fix herself. she forces herself to let it be dating and then they have sex and it feels wrong and weird and bad... but she does it. and jeff’s magical sperm does its thing.

timeline-wise the pregnancy becomes clear about 3 months before shauna’s graduation from brown/jackie’s graduation from the community college. (she and travis are weird friends there. no i’m not elaborating but it happened) and her parents are freaking out and trying to get her and jeff to get married right now immediately to save face, and jackie just. cries. and calls shauna. and cries some more. and they have a heart to heart and confess some feelings and decide that they’ll try dating and kinda. raise the baby together. (it’s callie yay!)

jackie isn’t going to be able to move in with shauna until after she finishes this semester and gets a bigger place, and her parents are livid that she refused jeff’s offer and is still keeping the baby! (they don’t even know she’s a lesbian yet) so she has to move in temporarily with the martinezes javi shows her lots of art pieces and is like “would shauna like this?” and the answer is always yes.

eventually, shauna becomes an editor for the local paper and a fiction writer. jackie stays home with bby callie for a bit and then cycles between different odd jobs for a while as she tries to find a good fit. she eventually ends up as middle management at a small company where she does a whole lot of team-building exercises that everyone pretends to hate until she pulls out the prizes

[waynes-multiverse]

Plastic Hearts – Part 1

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, GLOW AU, self-worth issues, implied smut (reader x unknown dude 🤷‍♀️), cheating, Sam and Dean are not related in this story (--> check the series masterlist for overall warnings!)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Truthfully, I wasn’t gonna share it because it was just a fun, silly project to get over some writer’s block (which I did!). Netflix never gave me an ending to this amazing show, so I wanted to write my own, y’know? But hey, it’s already written, so why not share it with the class, right? As my awesome cheerleader on this project @panicking-outside-the-disco said, the dilaogue screams Dean AU 🖤 (Thank you so much for your encouragement, bestie!) Fellow fans of the show, you’ll be happy to know I kept all the good stuff in there, from Steel Horse to pink, frosted donuts. Everyone else will make sense of those words soon enough. So, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this nostalgic love tribute, and let’s give ourselves a decent ending, shall we? 🤩

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

1. Holding Out For A Hero

Another failed audition.

Moving from Nebraska to Los Angeles at the sweet age of eighteen, Y/N has played the Hollywood game for quite some time. Now, at the ripe age of twenty-seven by La-La Land standards, she only has little to show for herself, though. She’s had a few background roles and starred in a handful of low-budget plays, but her big breakthrough, the role that changes everything, still remains a hopeless and seemingly unreachable daydream.

Worst of all, she is sick and tired of the simple and reduced roles Hollywood forces upon its actresses. She wants more than the shitty role of the secretary who tells a powerful man his wife is on the phone. Y/N wants a real part instead of playing second fiddle to yet another pompous dick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After her latest failure, she even became so desperate she hid in a bathroom stall for three hours before ambushing her casting director Josie while the poor woman was fucking peeing. But instead of the customary, unexplained rejection, Y/N wanted to hear reasons this time. She wanted to find out why she always gets pushed over for someone else, wanted to know if she could do something better, for crying out loud.

Usually, it’s the agent’s job to tell an actor all the reasons why they were wrong for the role, but she doesn’t even have an agent anymore because, as it bitterly turns out, everyone stops fucking caring about you if you haven’t worked in over two years. For once, though, she wanted some goddamn feedback.

The casting director’s response?

“Look Y/N, every director I work with says, ‘Get me someone I don’t know. Someone I haven’t seen. I want a girl who’s real.’ That’s when I bring you in, so they can see that they don’t actually want the thing they think they want. It’s 1985. Everyone wants Jane fucking Fonda. I’m sorry, honey… But listen, I have some experimental projects in the Valley, if you’re interested. Would you consider doing erotica?”

So, fucking porn. That’s where she’s at with her life.

Defeatedly, Y/N leaves the casting office in West Hollywood once more and gets swallowed by the city’s filth, lost between hellfire and demons. No matter what she does, she never feels like it’s enough. Each audition, you throw yourself against the wall and hope, this time, it’ll stick. It’s an endless game, a gamble of hope – hope isn’t an infinite resource, though, and hers is running out.

Y/N likes getting tortured. That’s the conclusion she’s come to. And because she seems to thrive on torment, she joins her best friend Joanna for a Jazzercise class – aka a room full of toned women in leotards, sweatbands, and leg warmers. The two friends have known each other since middle school and have done everything together since then, including their move to the big city. Joanna is a blonde bombshell who immediately got a role on a popular soap until she quit acting and had a baby a couple of months ago. Now, she’s a housewife and mother in Pasadena while her husband brings home the money.

Y/N loves Joanna, but admittedly, the blonde sometimes makes her feel small and insecure. She doesn’t have the big tits, the perfect curves, or the shiny hair. Jo has always been more successful than her in every aspect of their respective lives, the friendly competition leaving Y/N, more often than not, with a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She constantly tries to keep her envy in check, though, even when the blonde’s boobs exploded during their freshman year of high school. Simply put: Joanna is a sparkling diamond, while Y/N feels like a dirty lump of coal next to her.

The cheer captain versus the theater geek.

“You know, I’d actually do porn if it had a good story. Like, Shakespeare porn,” Y/N half-heartedly jokes as the women change in the locker room after their class.

Jo arches an eyebrow at her, the smile on her lips a bit condescending. “C’mon, Y/N, would you actually do porn, though? You hate being naked in front of people.”

“Things have changed since you disappeared,” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her voice laced with rebellion, and purposely changes out of her leotard in front of her friend to drive the point home. She also tries not to sound too bitter about the fact that the blonde basically abandoned her after getting married and pushing a human out of her vagina. She knows her jealousy is silly. It’s just part of life. That’s how it goes. It wasn’t always going to be them vs. the world forever.

“I didn’t disappear. I had a baby,” Jo retorts on cue before her face lights up with an insane amount of excitement. “Which you could too! Then we’d both have babies.”

“Great idea,” Y/N snorts sarcastically and slips into her sneakers, playfully musing, “Who of the guys I randomly fuck would make a good baby daddy, huh? The alcoholic I met at the farmer’s market or the depressed stand-up with a heroin addiction?”

Jo sits down on the bench next to her and conspiratorially leans closer. “Can I tell you something that I realized recently?”

Y/N gives her a raised look that borders on amused. “What?”

The blonde has been a bit of a postpartum mess these days. It’s the lack of sleep and the fact that her boobs won’t stop leaking. Also, her kid is a biter.

“When I first was cast on Paradise Bay, I was thrilled, okay? I mean, it was so exciting, remember? And then they put me in that year-long coma, and I was just lying there in this hospital bed, feeling powerless. And then when season three came, and they graduated me to that wheelchair with that blanket–”

“I’m sorry… Is this going somewhere?” Y/N interrupts her because the last thing she needs to hear today is another one of Joanna’s success stories.

“I’m getting there,” Jo frowns and continues straightaway, “Anyways, I was so relieved when Sam asked me to marry him and told me to stop working. He was right. It was completely ridiculous. Why would I do this to myself, you know? I swear to God getting pregnant and written off that show was the best decision I ever made,” she tells her enthusiastically.

Y/N just twitches her shoulders and ignores the guilt that’s bubbling in her gut. “Well, we’re different people. I choose work. I can have a baby once I win an Oscar.”

Jo lets out a deep sigh, “But you’re not even working, Y/N. Don’t you wanna be happy and have a family?”

“Of course I do.” Y/N’s not sure that answer is the whole truth. She knows she’s supposed to want the supportive husband, the cute kids, and the white picket fence, but all those things come with the end of your career. She’s not ready to give up and pay that price yet. She wants to make it on her own first, not needing a hero to save her like some damsel in distress. “‘Sides, don’t I need a boyfriend for starters? Isn’t that how it works?”

“Oh, it’s not that complicated,” Jo huffs and rolls her eyes dismissively. “Just pick the first nice guy with money you find. It’s what I did. I mean, Sam is a complete idiot and so out of my league, but it works,” she shrugs. “Why don’t you come visit me in Pasadena sometimes if you miss me so much? I called you like a million times in the last few weeks.”

“I know,” Y/N groans in response and finishes buttoning her blouse, swallowing the giant lump of shame in her throat. “It’s so far away,” she excuses, even though it’s another white lie. A big one, this time.

Jo tilts her head at her, but Y/N knows the wrinkles on the blonde’s brow are not out of concern. It’s pity. She’s seen that look all her life. “Y/N, are you okay? ‘Cause you look sad and fucking depressing, honestly.”

“Thanks. But I’m fine,” she brushes her friend off with a bitter smile. “Just the usual, you know? I have $28 left to pay my bills, including rent, which is why I’ve been waitressing at that awful diner in Downey all week… Oh, and, uhm, I’ve eaten Honey Nut Cheerios for my last eight meals,” she lists off her miserable life and grabs her duffel bag, feigning the brightest grin, “But hey, I’m gonna do porn. Things are looking up.”

It’s late at night when Y/N returns to her rundown shoebox apartment. Her decorations include one dead plant and two ripped posters of Angela Lansbury and Barbra Streisand, respectively. It’s a sad affair, really.

Completely beat, she checks her fridge, which resembles an empty ice cave, except for that half-full box of cheap wine. Yeah, she can’t even afford to get drunk properly. The old mattress squeaks as she falls face-down on the bed and exhaustively snatches the rotary dial phone from her nightstand, only reaching her parents’ answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. It’s Y/N. I didn’t get the audition today either, but I’ll get another one soon. So, fingers crossed… again. But I was just wondering if you and Dad could maybe wire me some money? You know, just so I can pay my electricity bill and… eat food. I’m really sorry… I know I can’t keep asking you guys for money because I’m a grown-up now… but I swear it’s the last time, okay? And I’m aware I said that the last time, too… Anyways, love you. Call me back, please? Okay, thanks… Bye.”

Slamming the receiver onto the phone, she groans loudly and is close to screaming into her goddamn pillow. When did she become such a pathetic fucking loser?

Needless to say, she imagined her life would go a lot differently.

In the midst of her nervous breakdown, her ears then perk up at a strange noise, eyes darting warily to the window. There’s an audible jam of the lock, followed by the rustling of the yellowed blinds before a large hand pops through the crack.

Shit. Someone’s trying to break in.

Anxiously, she grabs the phone and holds it up like a weapon, her heart thrashing wildly in her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears. Then, she bravely yells with a shaky voice, “Whoever you are, I have a knife in my hand and already called the cops!”

“Whoa, whoa… Y/N, it’s just me.” A young man’s head pokes through the window, raising his large palms with a chuckle.

Her shoulders slump, the tension of fear replaced with one of annoyance as she sighs half-heartedly in relief, recognizing the intruder. Y/N lowers her makeshift weapon, tossing it on the bed. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you climbing through my window? You can’t be here! Climb back out – now!”

“You said the last time that no one can find out about us, so I took that seriously,” he explains as he gaspingly pushes his tall body through the small opening. “Can’t you just be happy to see me, Y/N? It took some effort to come here and climb through that window, you know?” A charming laugh bounces off the thin, bare walls once he’s made it into her apartment and towers over her.

Y/N folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, “You want credit for cheating on your wife?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes back a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please not call it that?”

“What would you like me to call it? You’re married to someone and had sex with me,” she counters sternly. She absolutely doesn’t want him here. That man is only trouble and part of the reason why her life is so fucking shitty these days.

“Look, this isn’t normal behavior for me,” he shrugs innocently as if the madness can’t be helped and adds the softest puppy dog look. “I just-, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So?! It was a huge fucking mistake!” There’s a sharp inhale of breath as she tries to gulp down the anger, guilt, and shame inside of her. “It happened weeks ago! You shouldn’t be here… It was a party. The drinks were free… I-I was feeling sorry for myself, and you took advantage of that.”

Quietly clearing his throat, he mumbles under his breath, “I think we both took advantage of that.” As he meets her gaze, his whiskey-colored orbs mirror the same guilt she feels.

Y/N places her hands on her hips with a deep exhale, her head bobbing as the words sink in and her head begins to spin. She knows he’s right. They’re both equally to blame, but it doesn’t change anything about her regrets. “Please leave. Go home to your family,” she begs him softly, too soft, not enough strength left to fight.

“You can’t just pull the plug on this. You and me. This is real,” he tells her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. “I think you’re the one, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she stresses with a heavy shake of her head, fighting against the tears that prick her eyes and cloud her mind. “I’m nothing special.”

Pensively, he nods and licks his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping between them as he rubs his mouth and ponders, “I keep thinking about what you said to me that night… You know, how there are shiny people who have everything? And then there are people like us who have to go to parties with those people and watch them get their pictures taken. And it’s not fair... ‘Cause we deserve good things, too. We deserve attention and love and… sex.”

Silently staring at him for what feels like an eternity, her mind races a mile a minute as her heart shatters into a thousand sharp daggers that pierce through her skin and leave deep scars in their wake. And then, Y/N foolishly crashes her lips against his just to stop the goddamn pain in her chest.

What is there to say that even justifies any of this? She’s fucking weak.

The harsh sunbeams that fall on her face and blind her eyes announce another dreadful morning as she wakes with a pessimistic groan. The bed is cold and empty; the married guy is long gone, leaving right after the fuck.

Y/N is alone again – with nowhere to go.

Why did she do what she did? In all honesty, she can’t quite understand it herself, the truth too cruel and pathetic to accept it. The only positive thing she can find about her situation is that at least she can’t sink any lower than rock bottom. She’s certain she’s reached the depths of Hell at this point. Los Angeles mistakenly gets called the city of angels. Truthfully, though, it’s filled with devils who lure you to the dark side until you can’t even look in the mirror anymore without seeing a white line instead of your own goddamn reflection.

The funny thing, though? She’s never even been into drugs or booze or whatever bad habit you can catch in this city, like an STD. She has always worked her ass off and walked the straight and narrow. And for fucking what?

Y/N is definitely at her lowest of lows, but that also means there’s nowhere to go but up, right? And when the red light on her answering machine keeps blinking, her hope and good spirit return as she eagerly presses the button, restarting the endless cycle once more.  

“Y/N, this is Josie. I have an audition for you tomorrow. I’m not running it, but I thought of you. It’s in Watts. And it’s not porn... They’re looking for unconventional women, whatever the fuck that means… Oh, and uhm, if you ever ambush me in the restroom again, I’ll make sure you’re gonna be blacklisted on every casting call in Los Angeles. Are we clear? Anyways, good luck, honey!”

A loud scream echoes through the tiny apartment. Y/N can’t believe her fucking ears and jumps excitedly up and down when Josie’s message ends, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

The game is back on – and it’s not fucking porn.

2. Livin’ On A Prayer

Yikes! I think it’s fairly easy to guess who this mystery guy is, but let me know all your suspicions and gasps, anyways! 😉 And don’t worry. You’re getting plenty of Dean tomorrow (some would say too much Dean) 😎😈

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dsmp characters headcanons : how they feel about you based on your zodiac sign

Aries

Tommy : you two don’t get to know each other on a very personal level, but are fine with that. You both always have a good time when you hang out.

Technoblade : he has a huge crush on you that he tries to repress but he just can’t get over you.

Dream : he’s your partner in crime

Slime : besties

Karl : he is a bit jealous of your self-confidence

Wilbur : he used to see you as someone who looks down on other people but now he doesn’t care because you are fucking hilarious to him

Schlatt : there was an animosity between you two at first for the same reason as with Wilbur. But then he became fond of your sense of humor as well and now your relationship is pretty neutral as long as you make him laugh

Fundy : he would trust you to help him get rid of a body. Also he will probably propose to you at some point and if you accept you will both live happily ever after

Puffy : she also trusts you a lot, she will probably present herself as a rival to Fundy for your hand in marriage. You will also have your forever happy ending if you pick her.

Niki : she has a huge crush on you and you like her a lot too but it just doesn’t work out for some reason

George : he had a huge crush on you but you rejected him… only to develop feelings for him later on, when he has already gotten over you. Painful for the both of you.

Ranboo : you both are kinda crushing on each other but prefer not to get into a relationship (it hurts them a lot but they suck it up) (you too lowkey)

Foolish : he’s a fan of your aura, your charisma.

Tubbo : you guys don’t talk much, but he thinks you are a magnificent and kind person and he doesn’t fail to remind it to you, especially when you’re doubting yourself.

Quackity : like with Tubbo, there’s not much interaction between you two, but he thinks highly of you, and reprimands you often for being too modest.

Sapnap : you don’t know each other and have no intention to do so

Philza : neutral, doesn’t know you or care much for you

Taurus

Tommy : he thinks you’re a weirdo, you both can’t get along at all, even just to build or mine in each others presence is unbearable.

Technoblade : you two are farming buddies. Techno acts both as a wise master that teaches you his techniques and a boastful brat when you get half his results in triple his time.

Dream : you don’t talk much but you don’t need to, he understands you without that. He tries to get you to get you out of your house and socialize more, even though that’s the last thing you want

Slime : you both vibe together, often without much words exchanged. He looks forward to introduce you to each and every person he encounters, while you would much rather just hang out with him.

Karl : childhood friends, you know you can count on him when you’re feeling down

Wilbur : you hang out a lot together, he sort of inspired you to be the person you are

Schlatt : you spend a lot of time with him and he’s always pushing you to be the best version of yourself

Fundy : he copies you a lot in hopes to be as mesmerizing as you

Puffy : you both have a lot of admiration and respect for each other, she sees you as a model to follow

Niki : she loves when you sing (whether you’re talented or not doesn’t matter to her)

George : he loves to hear you humming or talking to yourself when you think no one is listening.

Ranboo : his favorite thing about you is your voice and he wishes you would use it more.

(you probably have a crush on Niki, George and/or Ranboo)

Foolish : he thinks you’re stubborn and obstinate and you think he’s weird and a little creepy but he is the only one who can make you laugh in your darkest moments

Tubbo : you two are each others best friend, often mistaken for siblings

Quackity : absolute besties, he is like a brother to you

Sapnap : you are one of the few that protect and support him in critical moments, and when you hang out you can be sure you will always end up crying in laughter

Philza : he knows he can always count on you in difficult situations, and you both have the same sense of humor, which makes you both capable of turning any circumstances into a laughing matter

Gemini

Tommy : you have a big crush on him that you can’t get over, but he sees you as just a friend, friend with benefits at most

Technoblade : no one else can make him laugh as hard as you can, and vice versa

Dream : to him, you are a sarcastic good-looking person that likes to make fun of his over dramatic personality a little too much. But in the end you vibe together just fine.

Slime : you like teasing him too and the fact that he can’t understand sarcasm makes your dynamic a truly comedic duo to watch. But you also know how to just enjoy his company and you actually adore his quirks and silliness.

Karl : he sees you as very hardworking and knows he can count on you for whatever project he has in mind (you’re probably in love with him and would do anything for him)

Wilbur : you have lots of things in common and often feel like you are both the same person. But for some reason, he doesn’t like you very much. You are uncomfortable in his presence as well because it feels like he sees through you, unlike anyone else.

Schlatt : you are also similar to him, and he also keeps you away. You are as uneasy in the same room as him the same way as you are with Wilbur.

Fundy : only you has a deep level understanding of all the facets of his personality, which makes you all the more intrigued by him

Puffy : you also have the capacity to read through her like no one else, and the deeper you dig into her layers, the more interested you are in her

Niki : thinks you are the best for deep convos at night, you two always have good vibes together

George : likes speaking about deeper than usual topics with you, and you both enjoy each others presence very much

Ranboo : they like to open up to you about personal stuff and have you share your own experiences, you never get tired of each other

Foolish : he doesn’t know it yet but you two are meant to be together. Also he is the best travel buddy you could ever ask for

Tubbo : you see him as an older brother and he thinks of you as adorable and interesting, doesn’t mind killing time with you, but he can’t trust you

Quackity : you love him like family, he thinks you’re cute, friendly and have riveting conversation skills, but his trust issues make him pull away from you sometimes

Sapnap : he doesn’t understand how someone that looks so inoffensive can like bullying him so much. You like to blackmail him into farming or mining for you lol

Philza : you like to tease him a lot, he was surprised at first but then accepted it (he is used to it anyway). He does some work for you when you ask him to if he’s bored or if you bother him until you are given what you want

Cancer

Tommy : he sees you as a younger sibling that he has to protect from everything and everyone

Technoblade : you are his one and only true love, he mines and farms and even builds for you a lot

Dream : you are a like a family member to him

Slime : he considers you as a part of his goop family

Karl : best friends

Wilbur : you are very dear to him, and he is always here to reminds you that you are awesome

Schlatt : he holds you in high regards and is often trying to convince you that you are a marvelous and amazing person

Fundy : you don’t know each other a lot but he thinks you are adorable and pitiful, because you somehow always have the worst luck. You kind of weird each other out, so you don’t interact much

Puffy : even though you’ve never talked before she already sees you as a poor thing and your sight alone often makes her emotional (lol). You two don’t really understand each other

Niki : family, she will always support you, even though sometimes you don’t really know what she’s thinking

George : he sees you as family and you can count on him, but he can be too sarcastic at times with you

Ranboo : sometimes his jokes go over your head or you feel unsure of what to take seriously or not. But you are family to him and in the end he will do whatever he can for you

Foolish : you have good tastes in a lot of domains, and he admires you for that. His way of showing his fondness is like a playful banter, which you take as form of bullying and don’t understand his true feelings

Tubbo : he asks himself how can a human being be so innocent and endearing. You will always appreciate him, even though you don’t always get along

Quackity : your friendship has its ups and downs but he thinks very highly of you and your affection for him doesn’t budge

Sapnap : he cries with you when a character you both like in a movie/series/book dies and he is one of your best friends

Philza : he also gets emotionally invested in fictional characters with you, and your friendship is a deep bounded one

Leo

Tommy : you two are partners in crime, and you are his favorite mining, farming and building buddy (you both thrive in making inconvenient holes and towers on people’s property)

Technoblade : you always vibe together, and even though you sometimes get fed up of him sassing you, you stay good friends through the drama

Dream : you both are rarely seen apart, and you have each others backs. There is a sort of rivalry between you two in relationships, you both are often interested in the same persons at the same time. But the conflict stays superficial and never truly hurts your bond

Slime : You spend a lot of time with him, and you are both loyal to each other. He is like your right hand man, or right hand …jelloman. He likes to be liked by other people, just like you, which often results in you both competing for people’s attention or affection, one-upping each other and such. But it never affects your friendship whatsoever

Karl : He thinks you are very attractive, and wishes you would lend some of your beauty to him

Wilbur : He thought he was your only friend and when he learned that was not the case he got a bit upset

Schlatt : he is a bit of a possessive individual, or maybe just jealous of your ability to get people to like you ? You will never know, but what you do know about him is that under his articulate, suit and tie wearing façade lies an insane man, that you can see when he’s drunk (which is most of the time)

Fundy : you are like an aunt or uncle to him, he doesn’t know much about you other than you like flowers

Puffy : she sees you as family, respects you and also knows to bring flowers when she meets up with you.

Niki : thinks you are too much of an attention seeker, and doesn’t have time for you as she puts herself first. She is one of the only ones that can manage your gigantic ego, but you can’t bring yourself to trust her because of this power she holds over you

George : to him you are an attention whore and a waste of his time, but that means he knows how to bring you back down to earth when you spiral into your god complex. Again, you don’t like how easily he can control that side of your personality and don’t trust him at all

Ranboo : he is the last person that can handle you when you get too full of yourself, which still doesn’t sit right with you when people manage to do that, so you avoid him. He doesn’t mind because he already has a lot to deal with on his own

Foolish : you are his favorite party and hang-out buddy. You’ve discovered he can cook very well, and you love to when he cooks for you

Tubbo : he really hates your over dramatic personality

Quackity : same as Tubbo, he absolutely can’t stand being in your presence when you’re being dramatic

Philza : even though it can be hard to see at first, he knows you have a gigantic heart and would trust you with his life

Sapnap : one of the few who truly see how generous and caring you are, he knows he can count on you with his eyes shut

Virgo

Tommy : he thinks you look down on people a bit too much but likes you anyway because you’re funny.

Technoblade : he thinks you’re annoying because you can read through him easily and don’t believe his lies like everyone else. You two are similar in a lot of ways, but that doesn’t bring you closer, on the contrary

Dream : he knows you hide chaos under your calm and quiet façade

Slime : when he first met you he thought you were the discreet and polite kind, but he witnessed with shock some insanity slip out during parties, making him aware of your true chaotic nature

Karl : you’re always hyping him up and he appreciates that

Wilbur : right person wrong time trope, none of you regret a second of your time spent together

Schlatt : you were in a relationship with him that ended for some reason and you both keep wonderful warm memories of this moment of your life

Fundy : you are his free therapist who gives amazing advice that he never follows

Puffy : she also comes to you a lot for advice, but never actually uses it

Niki : there’s a 90% chance she has a crush on you, she expresses her affection by always being by your side and giving you her precious advice

George : he likes you A LOT, he’s probably hiding a ginormous crush on you. He is one of your best friends, he likes to watch over you as much as he can

Ranboo : you are everything they look for in a romantic partner, they just have to gather the courage to ask you out. They are always trying to make everything work out for you, guiding you towards the best outcome in sticky situations, finding solutions to your problems.

Foolish : he’s your biggest fan, and always trying to get you out of your comfort zone

Tubbo : You get along super well, you understand each other without talking and he adores you, in a completely platonic way

Quackity : you two are like peas in a pod, no need for words, you two are always on the same page. Your friendship is extremely precious to him.

Philza : You two are very different but get along awazingly well. He feels a sense of security in your presence, which is very rare for him to find in relationships, so he values it more than anything.

Sapnap : You don’t have much in common but there’s a deep connection, he wants to propose to you and trusts wholeheartedly that no one will make him happier than you.

Libra

Tommy : he’s your futur husband and would absolutely commit crimes with you

Technoblade : he’s very intrigued by you (in a good way)

Dream : to him you are the funniest person that has ever existed

Slime : absolutely loves your humor above anyone else’s

Karl : you guys are in the same friends group but don’t talk ever (he finds you a bit weird)

Wilbur : he would like to have your artistic capabilities and your attractiveness but never follows your advice

Schlatt : he thinks you are a talented and adorable person, and envies your qualities, yet when you try to share some of your techniques for inspiration or appearance, he ignores every solution you offer him

Fundy : you both appreciate each others kindness, and don’t dare to tell the other no when they want to hang out, because you both easily get bored of each others

Puffy : you are both maybe the nicest persons in the smp, but don’t enjoy much hanging out together, because it somehow always ends up being a drag for one of you

Niki : friends with benefits

George : he can’t get his hands off you, you are by far the best in bed according to him

Ranboo : you are his bootycall

Foolish : your brother in spirit

Tubbo : he wants you so baaaaddd

Quackity : he wants you for your body

Philza : he’s in total awe and admiration of you everyday, no matter what you do

Sapnap : he’s head over heels for you, and falls in love with every single thing about you

Scorpio

Tommy : he’s your ex that still loves you, but you broke up with him because you know it wouldn’t work… he will get over you eventually

Technoblade : he wouldnt mind living the rest of his life with you because your vibes together are immaculate

Dream : he doesn’t trust you because you hold some sort of power over him, and he hates the idea of someone else being able to control him

Slime : he is very intimidated by you, and is surprisingly careful around you, not at all his usual naive self. His animal instincts are probably dictating him how to act around a potential threat, although there is no factual reason as to why he would see you as one.

Karl : he’s uneasy around you because he doesn’t understand your humor, when he’s supposed to laugh or to take you seriously

Wilbur : you are his best friend, he tells you everything even his deepest darkest secrets and thoughts, and values your opinion a lot

Schlatt : you are the only one he truly goes to for advice, comfort, solutions, i guess you are the closest thing to a friend to him

Fundy : he’s supeeeer attracted to you, unlike with anyone before

Puffy : the connection she feels with you is almost supernatural

Niki : you were each others first love, and cherish the memories you have together of the blessed time of your relationship

George : you had a crush on each other in the past, but neither of you will forget, the experience is forever engraved in your hearts

Ranboo : you shared a passionate kind of love, the kind you only get when you’re young, that forged you two as the people you are today (in the best way possible)

Foolish : he is your neighbor, and he is very scared of you, he even suspects you to be a witch/wizard

Tubbo : you had a small romantic adventure together, that he got over a long time ago

Quackity : a past love story that went by quickly and didn’t impact him much

Philza : he enjoys when you visit him because he gets to hear news about everyone in the smp, as you are aware of most of what’s happening. He especially enjoys hearing about the drama

Sapnap : you two are the gossipduo, creating and spreading rumors

Sagittarius

Tommy : you’re his crush

Technoblade : you’re his favorite parter to go explore with

Dream : you’re his friend, but he often treats you as his servant

Slime : you are the only one he actually enjoys human food from, and constantly asks you to cook for him when you visit

Karl : he thinks you’re an annoying bully and can’t stand you

Wilbur : he tries to channel your energy while you get him out of his comfort zone

Schlatt : he pushes you to be more productive and organized, and you challenge his beliefs and habits

Fundy : he’s your fiancé that you will run from when you get in front of the altar

Puffy : she’s your 2nd fiancée that you will leave dramatically alone in front of the altar

Niki : you were in a relationship together and you cheated on her, but she somehow forgave you

George : you betrayed his trust one time when he counted on you to be there for him. It was hard but he got over it and you two are now in good terms

Ranboo : you also cheated on them during a relationship but again, they found it in themselves to forgive and forget

Foolish : you two are the travelduo, the best explorer team of the server

Tubbo : he truly loves you but knows there won’t be anything serious between you two because you don’t seem to see him as boyfriend material

Quackity : he loves you with all his heart, but he’s also aware that you don’t feel the same way

Philza : mining/building/farming buddies

Sapnap : he thinks you’re cool to kill time with, just a bit dumb

Capricorn

Tommy : he’s your neighbor, you never really talked. He thinks you’re cute but a little too crazy

Technoblade : he’s your older brother in spirit, except you have absolutely nothing in common

Dream : he sees you as an older, say smarter than him sibling, but he knows he’s the attractive and popular one

Slime : he’s like your younger brother, he admires your intelligence a lot while he tries to give you advice on how to get along with humans, a talent even a slime developed better than you

Karl : he will always appreciate you, even if you two don’t always get along

Wilbur : he considerers you to be one of his most knowledgeable friends, capable to deal easily with phobias, anxiety, and most important of all you can handle him and his antics. You two get along magnificently and are always on the same wavelength without even communicating

Schlatt : the thing he likes the most about you is your ability to stay calm in stressful situations and to manage his eccentricities. You get along just fine, and understand one another without exchanging a word.

Fundy : your fiance

Puffy : your fiance

(they both want you so bad what else do you want me to say)

Niki : she acts very motherly towards you, you are one of her best friends

George : even though you're friends, he treats you like his daughter

Ranboo : you're their best friend and they tend to be very protective towards you (totally platonically), they also watch over you and constantly fulfill your needs

Foolish : he sees you as someone who doesn't know how to have fun and never knows what you're thinking about

Tubbo : your one and only soulmate

Quackity : you two were meant to be, as friends or lovers, it doesn't matter

Philza : he's very fond of you ever since he met you (platonically)

Sapnap : he has fallen hard for you and cannot move on or forget you

Aquarius

Tommy : he envies you because you obtain everything he dreams to have

Technoblade : he knows you have a crush on him, but can't consider a relationship with you. But then again, he also likes this situation because he likes to feel desired

Dream : you are the only person he will actually, truly fall in love with

Slime : somehow he has developed real feelings of love and affection towards you

Karl : you two are very different people, he finds you arrogant and you don't understand him at all

Wilbur : you often have long conversations together about everything and anything, you always vibe together

Schlatt : there's definitely a friendly feeling of understanding between you two (not going as far as to say you're actually friends). He actually likes to speak with you about deep and complicated topics.

Fundy : you're like a long lost sibling that was separated from him at birth, that he finally found again. He enjoys hanging out with you a lot, even though you don't see each other a lot

Puffy : when you first met, she felt as if she had always known you, and thinks you're really cool. She's always far away with her crew on the oceans, but you stay friends no matter the distance.

Niki : she doesn't like you but she doesn't know why

George : to him you are an undesirable person, even though there really isn't any existing explanation to his opinion

Ranboo : he wants to stay as far away from you as possible, without any specific reason

(you probably were part of a group that had disagreements with their friends, and their loyalty pushes them to dislike you, so by association rather than by your actual actions)

Foolish : you don't see each other much, and one day you get along fine, the other you are insufferable to him and he declares war to you

Tubbo : you are like an annoying judgy family member to him

Quackity : he is tired of you imposing your values onto him

Philza : if the Goddess of Death didn't exist, you would have been the closest thing to his ideal partner

Sapnap : he wants your bodyodyodyody

Pisces

Tommy : he thinks you're useless

Technoblade : he does all your work for you, but he bullies you while doing it

Dream : he gives you the illusion that you're superior to him in power but he actually thinks you're way too easy to manipulate

Slime : he respects you a lot but worries you might be too naive for your own good, maybe even more than him

Karl : you're his best friend

Wilbur : very different but you have a connection like there's rarely, and get along super well, he'd be the perfect future husband for you

Schlatt : you don't have a single thing in common but are thick as thieves. As a husband he would provide you with the safety you've always searched for

Fundy : you're his shoulder to cry on from time to time

Puffy : she goes to you sometimes when she desperately needs warmth and comfort

Niki : you're one of her best friends, and has some feelings for you but dosent want to act on them because she knows she will hurt you

George : you are a dear friend to him, which is why he won't ever try anything with you, to protect your feelings

Ranboo : you guys are close friends, and they are fine with that relationship, for your own good and for the sake of simplicity

Foolish : he thinks you try too hard to be funny

Tubbo : you're his ex that he regrets going out with

Quackity : you're also an ex to him, he doesn't understand what he ever saw in you

Philza : bffs

Sapnap : You two are the bestest friends in the whole wide world

A/N : im sorry most of these are shit but I had fun and in the end that's all that matters I think

[castle-dominion]

c2x17 tick tick tick...

RC: ask me why I’m here KB: I ask myself that every day

Ryan’s jacket again looks like one Dirk Gently (or my gay uncle who lives in australia) would wear

She’s so right, it is not her, but since it was Heavily based on her she Should get a say in who plays her. My family has discussed this many times. 

This was one of the first episodes I had seen. Actually, it was the last one I’d seen before never watching castle again because we only had four episodes on our TV. Then we got the DVD set & FINALLY I got to see the second part. Yay for two-part episodes...

MR: “you are not another man, besides, I trained you!” (so true bestie) (also, another point for the “rick castle is trans” AUs)

RC: they spell something,, they spell... Kinki :}

I love music sm. I know a fiddle song called calliope house that I can play in four keys & on any string.

Second intro ^-^ I am going to keep this post I think.

Oh right the fbi. I mean cooperation & acab & gizmos & all that good stuff.

He’s like a kid. Excited. Playing with this stuff.  Girl it is BETTER to have a machine to do the work, it is faster, it doesn’t matter.  Rick, ew, you have Nikki Heat & someone called “Rook” (which will get you killed in a chess club if you call it a “castle”) & it’s literally just RPF & you make em have sex. Come on bro, you know the BS she already deals with as a female cop in the early 00s? (& IG 2010s)

Yeah bud the animation sure works like that & it’s just that easy

Agent Shaw & Castle really are a lot like beckett & castle.

She could have said “I will come with one person as backup, I cannot come alone, but I will somewhat respect your wishes” maybe?

I like shaw. We have more people than you do, our goal is to catch the killer. You need to get some rest, I’m a mom, I know that.

“Aha, one of your old wedding videos” he says, about martha rodgers the actress fighting with a guy in a monster costume

OH NO I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PART, DOES HE DROP THE BODY OUTSIDE THE DOOR? no wait I think it’s castle. She keeps her gun in a drawer? In Canada you need to have guns locked up, on the farm we would actually keep the gun but lock up the bullets. She doesn’t have it on her, she doesn’t have it locked up, she has it halfway in between?

Yeah data & gadgets are so cool & like... Granted, she does envy that he listens to shaw.

“I will have you know that I sleep with a gun” IS SHE OK? how do you even do that? Is it like bed knife from markiplier?

I like how he just made himself at home & went through her cupboards & all that. Though I’m sad she mostly orders in. It is not /so/ hard to meal prep on sundays,, at least for lunches & then you could order dinner... or maybe you make supper every night (that you are free) & take leftovers to lunch daily. It surprises me how much people don’t cook...

“there’s a body out there I need to find” comedic timing

Ryan how is that relevant??? XD XD ryan chill “what time did you & mr castle go to bed last night?”

Lanie (& literally everyone): So cute the way you do that

It’s neat seeing castle wearing normal clothing instead of his usual style

JS: Ok sweetie, Mommy has got to go arrest somebody now, I’ll be home for dinner. I love you, bye. So cute ^u^

Spoilers for the next episode: Ok but even after watching this I don’t understand. He shot the gun, where did the bullet go? The gunshot is what told the fbi to go in, & he definitely did shoot the gun, but how would it work? Ben conrad had to have been dead on the ground & set up before Scott shot. Once scott fired, he ran & hid in the hidey hole & let the pigs find the body. Where did he shoot?

two-floor apartments are so weird to me. I once stayed in a penthouse mansion in japan four times as big as the floors below, but... it was the entire floor, not double-leveled. 

Ok but this trigenerational household is so great!

No but listen. When you shoot a gun or loose an arrow, you usually use the hand that correlates to your dominant eye. I’m left-eye dominant (ish) but right-handed, I learned to shoot with my right hand, & I Really Really Suck. Ben Conrad might have been mixed handed in that way, writing with his left, shooting with his right. Except for them seeing him in the window that is.

Ooh I love a landline -u-

Sure bestie cuz that’s how it worked.

I actually just remembered, I DID see another episode after this on network TV, but it was way in the future & beckett said “I still don’t have a house” & I’m like ‘so she did survive & her home did get blown up, huh’

[onceuponastory]

part of a family - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Being abandoned by a parent/a parental figure leaving, breakups, a few mentions of Bucky’s past as the winter soldier (but nothing too graphic), a tiny mention of blood, and a tiny mention of how babies are poop and vomit machines if that gives you the ick. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Look, as soon as I had this idea, I knew I had to finish it even though it’s been sitting on my WIP list for months. It’s Bucky and a baby, hOW COULD I NOT? Thank you to my bestie @staticscreenwriting​ for my dividers and header, and for listening to me ramble about how cute Bucky + a baby would be.

The sound of a phone ringing soon disturbs the mid morning silence in Bucky Barnes’ apartment, waking up the super soldier almost immediately as it begins. Not that he was getting much sleep, anyway. Especially not with a past like his. Groaning, Bucky grabs his phone, accepting the call without even looking at the caller ID. As an Avenger, he knows that the call could be important. Or it could just be Steve or Sam needing something. Still, despite his heroic obligations, Bucky still wishes that whoever or whatever it is would just go away and let him sleep. Although he doesn’t get much sleep nowadays, he’d at least like to try to get some.

“Yeah? What is it?” He answers, his words mostly mumbled.

“Bucky?” He hears a voice sniffling on the other end. Almost immediately, Bucky comes awake, and he sits up, recognising the voice on the other end right away. Y/N. His best friend for almost a decade. From the pain in her voice and the sniffling, he can tell something is wrong immediately. 

“Y/N, what happened? Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.” Y/N mumbles, and Bucky feels a pang in his heart. 

“Y/N, I told you, you can call me anytime you need help. I’ll always answer.” He tells her. “Now, what happened?” A sob sounds from the other end of the phone, and Bucky swears that sound almost breaks his heart. He just wants to keep Y/N safe and happy, so when she isn’t, he feels like he’s failed in his position as a best friend.

“...He’s gone, Bucky. Brandon. He just left us.” Another sniffle. “...He said he wasn’t happy being with Oscar and I, and that he didn’t want to stay anymore. He told me he didn’t want to be a dad in the first place, and that I trapped him in a relationship by getting pregnant. And he tells me this now? When Oscar is eight months old?!” Bucky is already out of bed and getting dressed before Y/N continues to explain the situation. Bucky hears another sob from the other end of the line, and he clenches his fist angrily. Brandon is...or well, was Y/N’s boyfriend, and the father of their son Oscar. And he’s fucking abandoned them both, left them like they’re worth nothing to him. “....Oh god Bucky, what am I supposed to do now? I don’t know if I can do this on my own and my mom is so far away, a-and-” Y/N sobs, each tear feeling like a gut punch. “Buck? Are you still there?” Y/N asks, sniffling again.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Bucky makes the trip to Y/N’s house in exactly eight minutes. He storms up to the door. If Brandon is back, he better have a good excuse for leaving. Not that there is one, mind you, but still. Or at least, have a good apology. Because who does that? Who leaves their girlfriend and child alone with no help? Yet, before he can even knock on the front door, it swings open to reveal Y/N standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks. Bucky’s heart breaks, and all his thoughts of anger towards Brandon leaving are forgotten. For now, anyway. “Oh Y/N.” He soothes, pulling her close for a hug, which she gratefully accepts, squeezing him as tightly as she can. Like he’s a rock stopping her from being swept out to sea. Y/N sniffles into his shirt, and Bucky strokes her back, knowing it helps calm her down. Y/N savours the moment for a while, enjoying Bucky’s comfort and support. And for the first time that day, Y/N feels better. Not fully better, but it’s a start, anyway. She even feels a small smile grow on her lips. As far as she’s concerned, Y/N could stay here forever, wrapped in Bucky’s embrace. 

“You, um, you should come inside.” She mumbles once they pull apart, stepping aside. “Oscar’s in his playpen in the living room. I’ve been trying to stay strong for him, but clearly it’s not working.” She sighs, gesturing to her face. “I know. I look like a mess. Thankfully, Oscar’s still barely talking, so he can’t ask me what’s wrong.” Bucky shakes his head. He thinks she looks gorgeous. She always has. After all, he’s been in love with her ever since he met her. He’d know that. But she was with Brandon back then, and then she had Oscar, and Bucky knew he couldn’t ruin their relationship. He’s already ruined so many lives and families, he can’t ruin hers. She’s too special to him for that. And besides, finding out your best friend is in love with you is probably not what you want to hear after your boyfriend just walked out on you and your child. 

The pair enter the living room, and Oscar notices Bucky almost immediately, kicking his legs and babbling away excitedly. Y/N starts smiling as soon as she sees her son, and Bucky grins. People say there’s nothing like the love of a mother, and Y/N is clearly full of it. And the way she lights up when she sees her son shows she’s one of the best out there. Besides, she definitely has more love in her little finger than Brandon ever did, for a start.

“Oscar, this is Bucky. Remember him? Can you say hello? Can you say Bucky?” Y/N asks, holding him up to see Bucky. Oscar’s wide eyes look up at Bucky. Bucky chuckles. Oscar is definitely the spitting image of his mother. He has the same eyes as her, for a start. The same pair of eyes that Bucky fell in love with the first time he met Y/N. 

“Blubbla!” Oscar babbles, showing him a toothy grin and reaching out for Bucky with his little hands. Bucky laughs. 

“Hey buddy. Good job at saying my name!” Bucky gives a small wave. Oscar tries his best to give him one back, making Bucky’s heart swell. He never knew such a tiny human could generate so much love and happiness.

“I’m gonna go put him down for a nap, then we can talk. Is that okay?” Y/N asks, her happiness suddenly fading again. Bucky’s face falls. He wishes he could just take all that pain and sadness away from her. He swears that when he sees Brandon again, he’s going to punch him in the face. Well...Sam would tell him to just give him a stern talking to. And Bucky will do that. After he punches Brandon in the face. 

“Of course it is, Y/N.” He gives her arm a reassuring rub as she leaves the room.

“I just, I can’t believe he didn’t say anything up till now!” Y/N sighs, clutching one of Oscar’s teddies close to her chest. Even though she’s never told him this, Bucky knows that holding his toys close is a comfort for her. It means she can be extra close to him, even when he’s just upstairs napping. Despite how cute that is, it only makes Bucky even angrier about the situation. Y/N cares so much about her son’s well being, and yet life and her ex have treated her so poorly. “Like, he said-” She takes a deep breath to steady herself, and Bucky gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. Once again, it helps her feel better. “-he said he’d been thinking about this for a while, probably even a few months. And he tells me this today? God, Bucky, what am I going to do if he doesn’t come back? What if I have to raise Oscar on my own?” She asks as tears roll down her cheeks again.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky replies, pulling her closer for a hug and letting her cry into his chest. “You do not have to do this on your own, and you will never be alone.” Y/N smiles.

“Would it…would it be okay if you stayed over for a while? Feel free to say no, it’s just that I trust you, and Oscar adores you. I mean, I do too, it’s just- ah, fuck. Sorry.” Y/N mumbles into his shirt. “And it would be nice to have some help around here while I try to sort this whole mess out.” Bucky sighs softly. If he could, he’d take all this pain away from her and deal with it himself. After all, he’s been through so much of it already. In fact, most would argue that Bucky Barnes has been through far more pain and trauma than one person deserves. But despite that, he’d go through it all again if it meant Y/N never had to go through any pain of her own. “Just for a little bit. If you need to leave because of your whole Avengers thing, that’s totally okay. I don’t want to stop you from saving the world.” She pulls away, looking at him nervously, and Bucky can tell that she’s worried he’ll leave her too. Bucky leans in even closer, so close that she can feel his breath on her face.

“Y/N. I could never, and would never, leave you or Oscar. I’ll always come back for you both. Promise.” He whispers. With a small smile, Y/N nods. 

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“There’s that smile.” He grins. Bucky hasn’t had much happiness in his life ever since he became the Winter Soldier, but he swears that Y/N’s smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. More often than not, it’s the only thing that makes him happy, and makes him feel all warm and gooey inside. And because she’s so heartbroken right now, Bucky’s going to make sure that both she and Oscar have reason to smile for as long as he can. 

“I really appreciate you doing this when you’re so busy, Bucky. I appreciate you a lot, you know?” That makes Bucky feel even better. Sometimes, he swears that Y/N’s the only one who appreciates him.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem at all.” He smiles. The pair stay close for a little while longer, so close that they could reach out and touch one another. They’re both silent, yet it’s a comfortable silence. Because Y/N and Bucky don’t need to talk. They can just be happy in each other’s company. For a moment, Y/N’s gaze lowers, almost as if she’s looking at his lips. Bucky’s cheeks go a little pink, and his heart rate rises as he pictures kissing Y/N. 

“Bucky, I-” Y/N whispers, and Bucky raises his brows, waiting for what she’s about to say. Yet, Y/N stops herself before she can finish her sentence. Bucky’s mind wanders, and he thinks about kissing her even more. Despite how much he wants to kiss her, though, he knows he can’t. Y/N’s just had her heart broken and been left to raise her son alone. Him admitting his feelings for her will probably mess things up even more, which is the last thing she needs. And with a past like his, the last thing Bucky wants to do is put either her or Oscar in danger. Before either of them can say or do anything more, Oscar’s crying sounds from upstairs. “He’ll probably need his nappy changed. I’ll go do it.” She murmurs, leaving before Bucky can offer to do it. 

Once he’s alone, he starts to think. Even though he’s been in love with Y/N ever since they first met, he can’t act on his feelings, or tell her the truth. He loves her so much, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her. And besides, she definitely doesn’t need him acting like his life is hard because he can’t be with her. Soon, Y/N comes back, cradling Oscar to her chest. “You alright?” she asks, seeing Bucky deep in thought. And even though he knows he’s still upset about not being able to admit his true feelings for Y/N, the sight still makes Bucky smile. She really is beautiful.

“Yeah.” Bucky nods. “I’m great.”

A few nights later, as Y/N sleeps (or at least tries to, despite everything that’s happened), the sound of Oscar’s crying sounds from the baby monitor. Immediately, she’s awake. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m coming.” She murmurs, feeling around for her slippers and robe in the darkness. Of course, she’s accustomed to Oscar’s late night routine…mostly since she’s the only one who actually woke up to feed him and check on him.

Yet, as she opens her bedroom door and heads towards the nursery, the sound of crying seemingly stops. Y/N’s brow furrows, and she slowly tiptoes towards the door. Oscar rarely, if ever, stops crying out of the blue, and especially not when she isn’t there. So what’s changed? When she peeks through the gap in the door, Y/N gets her answer.

“Hey buddy.” Bucky whispers, clutching Oscar to his chest. “I know you’re hungry, but you’ve gotta try to get some sleep, alright? You’ll wake your momma.” Oscar babbles something, and Bucky laughs. “I know, I know, I gave you some food...but your momma’s going through a rough time right now, so you have to be nice and let her get some sleep, alright?” Y/N watches the scene unfold, smiling to herself as she wonders what on earth she did to deserve someone as supportive and caring as Bucky Barnes in her life. 

As she watches Bucky cuddling her son close, his metal arm protectively cradling and rocking Oscar as he grabs fistfuls of Bucky's shirt in his tiny hands, Y/N's heart swells, and she sighs happily. “It’s not nice to not have a lot of sleep, is it? I should know.” Bucky says, laughing awkwardly. Y/N sighs. Even though Bucky doesn’t admit his feelings very often, she knows that he’s still having trouble coming to terms with his past and the things he did as the Winter Soldier. Of course, Y/N knows she has no idea of the true scale of pain that Bucky's actually going through. She can see it on his face, though, when he thinks she isn't looking. Sometimes, Bucky just stops, staring into space in silence for a while as the horrors and nightmares of his past flood back to him, and he remembers what he used to be. Y/N just wishes Bucky could see himself how others see him. Not as the Winter Soldier, but as Bucky Barnes. And she especially wants him to see how loving he is. After all, despite the anxieties and blood stained history connected to his arm, Bucky’s still using it to protect and support her son.

Because Bucky Barnes is not a monster. He never was. In fact, he's the complete opposite. He’s warm, and he’s loving, despite everything the world did to him. Or well, at least he is to her and Oscar. 

And maybe that’s all that matters.

Since Bucky started living with Y/N and Oscar, he’s helped her so much more than he could ever know. He’s done everything: night feeds, changes (although it took him a little while to get used to how much poop and vomit babies generate), building cribs and other furniture, and more. He also reached out to his superpowered friends and coworkers for help, and true to form, all of Earth’s mightiest heroes rallied around them both. Sam and Sarah gave her spare, old clothes from Cass and AJ, Tony and Pepper offered all of Morgan’s old toys and playdates, Natasha and Wanda promised to take her out on girls' nights for a night out, and all the others offered babysitting and other ways to help. Y/N is incredibly grateful to them for all their help, but she’s especially grateful to Bucky, more so than he’ll ever know. She tells him that every day, but doesn’t know if he truly believes it. Without him, she knows she would have fallen apart. Bucky might not see himself as a hero, but to Y/N, he truly is her saviour. Their arrangement was only meant to last a few weeks, but now it’s been months, and Oscar’s first birthday is fast approaching.

“So, how’s your son Barnes?” Natasha grins one day after a debrief meeting.

“He’s not my son.” 

“Buck probably wishes he was, though.” Steve murmurs, and a few laughs sound from the group. Bucky rolls his eyes, but still can’t stop a smile from growing on his lips. It’s small, yet the others still notice, and an ‘Ooooh!’ ripples throughout the room.

“Shut up.” He hisses, his cheeks flushing pink. Of course, he’s still head over heels in love with Y/N, and would love nothing more than to be with her, and to be a father figure to Oscar (officially this time). But he’s still too scared to admit his feelings for her. And besides, they’ve both been through so much pain already. Even though he’s a reformed assassin, Bucky knows his past could still catch up to them both, and he’s terrified of putting either of them in danger. “Anyway, speaking of, Y/N says you’re all invited to Oscar’s first birthday party as a thank you for all your support. It’s in two weeks.” The room fills with the sound of agreement, and once again, Bucky is smiling.

Later that evening, Bucky comes home from an endless day of meetings, exhausted and ready to see his two favourite people. However, as soon as he steps into the house, Y/N’s voice shouts:

“Bucky? Is that you? Come upstairs, quickly!” Bucky runs upstairs the quickest he’s ever moved in his life, terrified that his past as the Winter Soldier has caught up to him, and that Y/N and Oscar are in danger, or hurt. But when he gets there, the scene that greets him is thankfully not what he was expecting. Y/N kneels on the floor, with Oscar sitting a few feet away. “Come on, sweetheart. Show Bucky what you can do!” Y/N urges gently. Without another word, Oscar pushes himself up on his little legs, and toddles over towards Bucky. Once he reaches Bucky, he stumbles forward slightly, wrapping his little arms around Bucky’s leg and holding on tightly.

“Good job Oscar! Who’s my special little guy?” Y/N praises. “He’s been close to walking all day, and just as you got home he looked like he was about to do it, so I had to call you up.” Bucky looks down, and Oscar stares back up at him with a toothy grin. Immediately, Bucky feels tears stinging at his eyes as Oscar holds onto him even tighter. After being responsible for so much death and destruction in his lifetime, Bucky’s never felt so loved before. He’s also never been involved in such an important part of life before.

Because being a part of something like this, something so tender, so loving…is showing Bucky that maybe he’s capable of good things after all he’s done. “Bucky? Are you- Oh my god, are you crying?” Y/N gasps.

“No!” Bucky lies, trying furiously to wipe his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Buck….” Y/N soothes, picking up her son and pulling both him and Bucky into a hug. “Thank you. For everything.” She smiles. “I’m so grateful to you. More than you’ll ever know.”

“You’re welcome.” For a moment, as they both look into each other’s eyes, Bucky swears that this is it. This is when he could kiss her, with no care or any fear. But before he can, Y/N leans in first. As her lips get even closer to his face, Bucky’s heart rate picks up, rising so quickly he fears his heart is about to break free from his chest. Part of him, the scared part, wants to run, but he finds himself rooted to his position. Y/N presses her lips against his cheek. As her lips brush against his skin, heat immediately rises into Bucky’s cheeks, and he blushes deeply. He turns his head quickly, almost catching her lips with his. A gasp leaves Y/N’s lips, and her eyes widen ever so slightly. The familiar worries enter Bucky’s mind then, that despite how right this feels, and how much he wants to kiss her, it’s wrong. That a monster like him doesn’t deserve love after what he’s done, and especially not from someone like Y/N. Maybe she doesn’t even like him back.

But then, Y/N turns her head towards him, leaning in close. This time, it really does feel like his heart is going to break out of his chest. As their lips almost meet, for a moment, it feels like everything is right in the world. But before their lips touch, the phone starts to ring, stopping them both. 

“I um…I better go get that.” Y/N mumbles. Bucky reaches out, about to stop her. And it almost seems as if Y/N waits for him to do it. When he doesn’t, her face falls slightly. “I’ll be a sec.” As she walks away, Bucky sighs. Now he’s really messed up. Fuck.

Two weeks later, Oscar’s birthday party arrives, and Y/N’s house is full of Avengers. Away from the madness, Bucky helps Y/N as she brings more bowls of snacks through to the kitchen. Despite their continued ease and comfortableness around each other, there’s still a sense of awkwardness around them. Since they almost kissed, neither of them has spoken about it. Even though it’s been replaying in Bucky’s mind constantly, and all he wants is to admit his feelings and kiss her properly this time. If he could, he’d kiss her forever.

“Where’s Oscar?” She asks, and Bucky chuckles. 

“He’s in there, being fawned over by all his honorary aunts and uncles.” Y/N follows him into the dining room, where the Avengers are all playing with Oscar.

“He’s so cute! Like a little angel.” Wanda coos, cuddling him close.

“Yeah, just wait till he’s older, though.”

“Don’t worry about that, Natasha. We’ll teach him what’s right and wrong, Y/N.” Steve promises.

“Oooh, yeah, videos in gym class. How exciting.” Sam teases, taking Oscar from Wanda. “What I wanna know is when he can go for a flying lesson with me.”

“That’s not happening.” Bucky shakes his head. 

“Not for a while yet, Sam.” Y/N laughs. 

“Ah, they grow up so fast! Soon he might even be able to lift Mjölnir!” Thor chuckles. As Y/N watches Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cuddling and playing with her son, Bucky notices tears shimmering in her eyes. He takes her hand, interlinking his fingers with hers.

“You’re not alone.” He whispers, giving her hand a squeeze. He knows his friends are probably teasing him about this, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is making sure that his two favourite people in the world are happy. So when the doorbell rings and Y/N goes to answer it, he’s confused. As far as he knows, everyone else is already here. So who the hell could this be? His concern grows, and he readies his metal arm just in case. When Y/N comes back with a familiar face, Bucky is just as confused and concerned.

“Everyone…this is Brandon. Oscar’s father.” Y/N announces, her gaze falling to the floor. Immediately, the mood of the room changes. The others don’t know the full extent of the story, but they do know Brandon left them both. 

“Hey everyone.” Brandon mutters, warily looking around the room full of superheroes. Then, he makes eye contact with Bucky’s glaring face and flexing metal arm, both warning him that there’ll be serious consequences if he ever hurts Y/N and Oscar again. “Hey Bucky.”

“Hi.” Bucky hisses. Brandon visibly gulps, before noticing his son in Sam’s arms. Right away, his face lights up.

“Oscar! Hey buddy! Come to daddy!” He grins. As Sam reluctantly hands Oscar over, Bucky leans in closer to Y/N.

“Are you okay? Did he show up out of nowhere? If you need me and the others to get rid of him, let me know.” Bucky whispers. To his surprise, Y/N shakes her head.

“No. I invited him.” And then Bucky’s heart sinks. She invited him? Sure, he’s Oscar’s father, but he gave up that role a long time ago. After everything that happened, she still invited him back? Bucky looks over at Y/N, who’s now chatting with Oscar and Brandon, like they’re a happy family. One that Bucky clearly doesn’t fit in. Maybe that’s why she invited him back. Maybe after her and Bucky’s failed kiss attempt, she wants to try again. Because maybe she didn’t feel anything for him at all. And that thought tears Bucky apart.

“You alright?” Steve murmurs, and Bucky nods. Even though it’s obvious he’s not okay. He casts one last look over at Y/N, smiling as she holds her son. But if he doesn’t fit into her life anymore, he just has to accept it. 

Despite the awkwardness of Brandon being there, and Bucky worrying that he no longer fits into Y/N’s life, the party is fun. At least, it is when Bucky isn’t throwing glares at Brandon and sad glances at Y/N. Once it’s over and everyone has left, Bucky joins Y/N in the kitchen, helping her clean up. And hopefully he can find a way to talk about his feelings about this whole situation. He just can’t find the words right now. As they clean in silence, the air around them both is awkward. 

“Hey, um.” Bucky finally begins. “I just wanted to let you know I’ll move my stuff out whenever you want.” Y/N frowns.

“Why would I want you to do that? You’ve been such a great help, I don’t want you to move out.” Suddenly, her face falls. “Oh god. I’m sorry if I’ve been taking advantage of your help, Bucky. I promise, I didn’t mean to-” 

“God, no!” Bucky exclaims. “You haven’t at all. I was happy to help. I just don’t want to get in the way of you and Brandon.” Y/N continues to frown until the realisation dawns.

“Oh. Bucky, you don’t have to worry about him. There’s nothing more between us.”

“Then why did you invite him?” Bucky asks, and Y/N sighs. “He abandoned you both and told you he didn’t want to be a father!”

“I know! I don’t need the reminder.” Y/N huffs. “I honestly didn’t think he’d reply to me, because he barely replied to any of the messages I sent him before now. But when I asked what he was giving Oscar for his birthday, he replied and asked what I was doing for it, so I mentioned the party. Don’t look at me like that!” She orders, pointing out Bucky’s expression. “Yes, he left, but he’s Oscar’s dad, Buck. I know he’s an asshole, but I’d feel like an asshole if I didn’t invite his dad to his first birthday party. Like what if he grew up and found out I kept his dad away from him? I just want Oscar to be happy.” She sighs with a sniffle. Bucky’s face softens, and he steps forward, pulling her into a hug.

“And he is happy, Y/N. He’s the best kid I’ve seen, and it’s a testament to you. Nobody else.” He rubs her back as she sniffles softly into his shirt. “I’m sorry if I was being a dick about everything.”

“No, you weren’t. You were just looking out for us both, like you always do. I’m so grateful to you.” Y/N tells him. “The way Oscar turned out may be a testament to me, but I think it’s a testament to you too, Bucky. You’ve done so much for him, for us both. You know, Brandon had no idea what to get Oscar for a present, or what his favourite things to do are. You do, and I think the toys you bought him might be his favourite presents. To be honest, I don’t even know if he knew when Oscar’s birthday was until I told him. And you helped me teach Oscar how to walk and talk, not him. You were the one helping me with baths, night feeds and changes, not him. I told you Bucky, you’ve helped us both more than you can ever imagine, and I am so grateful to you. Brandon might be Oscar’s dad by blood, but to me, you are his father figure.” Bucky stands in shock. As Y/N’s words sink in, he feels tears building in his eyes. Nobody has ever said anything like that about him before. A huge smile grows on his face. Both Y/N and Bucky stay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace. “Bucky?”

“Mhm?”

“I want to tell you something. Something that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but have never had the confidence to.” She takes a breath. “The reason it won’t work out with me and Brandon anymore is because I’m in love with someone else. I’m in love with you, Bucky.” Bucky’s eyes widen, and he gasps. “If you don’t feel the same about me, then I understand. I just felt like I’d be going crazy if I didn’t tell you the truth.” Lifting his hand, Bucky cups her cheeks. 

“Y/N, I love you too. I have done for years, but I never said anything because you had Brandon and Oscar, and I didn’t want to ruin your happiness.” 

“Bucky. You could never do that. After what happened, I never thought I’d have happiness again, but being with you and Oscar in our little family has brought me so much joy.” Bucky leans in close, running his thumb along her lips. Without another word, he leans in close, pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss. As they pull each other closer, Bucky’s arms hold her tightly, so tightly that he’ll never let go ever again. That he’ll keep her safe forever.

“Thank you.” He whispers when they pull apart. “Thank you for making me part of a family.”

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[ofduskanddreams]

Inked Lilies pt. 3

Summary: The tale of flower shop owner Gwyn and tattoo artist Azriel climaxes and concludes in this third installment ;)

Warnings: NSFW (18+ only please), references past SA

Here are the links for part one (by @headcanonheadcase) and part two (by @shadowsingerofnight) and the acotar writing circle masterlist.

Okay, this is 10.6k words. Yeah, I know it's not short—whatever; there was a lot of ground to cover here. Listen though, it's 50% filth okay? Enjoy. Thank you my besties @damedechance and @hlizr50 for being such lovely betas (🤠 iykyk)

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It feels like that one time in middle school gym class during their soccer unit when Gwyn had been playing goalie and she’d jumped to block a shot and hit her head on the metal frame of the goal in the process. 

The world is bleary and fuzzed, like her mind was replaced with dandelion down. There’s a ringing in her ears. The cartoons where someone’s head is crashed between cymbals suddenly make a lot more sense.

“What do you mean? ‘That you could do nothing to save Catrin too?’” Gwyn hears herself ask, the words as slow as syrup poured straight out of the fridge.

Azriel clears his throat. Gwyn pulls herself up to sit on the counter she’s been leaning against.

That darkened hazel gaze flits to the floor before meeting her face. Her inhale is sharp. His eyes are anguished.

“I was the one who found you in the alley and brought you to the hospital.”

I was the one who found you.

Gwyn had been telling herself that it was her imagination.

That it was a simple coincidence Azriel’s scars reminded her of the ones on the hands of the man that helped her.

“They’d already left by the time I found you. And Catrin.” He adds, not meeting her eyes so she watches his Adam's apple bob with a hard swallow. “I called the police but the hospital was blocks away and you were in such bad shape. I—I checked her pulse first.” A muscle in his jaw jumps. “Then I checked yours.”

The words are painful for him. She can hear that much. They are like shards barely held together by half-dried glue. They claw at his throat and make it hoarse at the same time that they shred through her, lodging themselves in her lungs and making air an excruciating thing to consume. 

“You were still alive.” His voice cracks. “I left her there. I fucking left her.”

Azriel turns away from her, raking both hands through his dark, wavy hair. 

“She was dead.” Gwyn hears the stilted words walk off of her tongue and fall flat on the herringbone wood floor.

“Because I was too late.”

“What do you mean?” She asks again, not understanding.

Gwyn hears him make a pained, exasperated kind of sound. His sculpted shoulders are heaving in the shadows cast by the orange streetlamp and watery moonlight. 

“I mean that, if I hadn’t gotten distracted and stayed out so late, I might have made it there in time to save both of you.”

The sheer arrogance of this man is enough to jumpstart her back into crisp reality. 

“Bullshit.”

“What?” Azriel whips around.

“Bull. Shit.” Gwyn makes sure to enunciate. “Unless you’re somehow Batman under all of… that.” She gestures to, well, all of him. “Or you illegally carry a gun.” She shivers at the memory of cold metal against her bruised skin. “There is no way in hell you could have taken on all five of them.”

Something in Azriel’s lamplit eyes shatters. Maybe it implodes. 

So very slowly, he sinks into one of the chairs near the door and lets his head fall onto the arms crossed on top of his parted knees.

“She was already dead.” Gwyn says again, as much as the reminder kills her. “But you got there in time to save me.”

Azriel shakes his head, like he doesn’t believe her. 

“Do you want to know what the nurses told me when I woke up in intensive care?” Gwyn jumps down from the counter and stalks towards him. She will make sure he hears this even if he doesn’t want to. 

“They said I was only alive because I had a guardian angel.” Remembering that afternoon when the world came into slow focus and she was missing half of herself is like walking through a briar hedge, no roses all thorns. “They said if I’d gotten to the hospital even ten minutes later than I did, if I hadn’t gotten an anonymous blood donation, I would have died.” 

Gwyn’s teal eyes narrow as she looks at his golden brown arms, exposed by the short sleeves of his expensive looking gray t-shirt. At the veins standing out, blue-green beneath the black swirls of his tattoos.

“Anything else about that night you’d care to share while we’re at it?”

Azriel whispers something under his breath.

“I didn’t hear you.” Gwyn knows she should try and rein back the bite to her words. But honestly? She’s livid. 

Years. It had taken years of therapy for her to forgive herself for not making Catrin leave the club earlier that night, so that they could have walked back when the streets were still bustling with people. It had taken years to speak the words to her reflection, ‘It was not my fault. It was no one’s fault but theirs.’

If she wasn’t allowed to blame herself, there was no way she would let Azriel shoulder that corrosive guilt either. No fucking way.

She stops less than a foot in front of him, waiting.

He looks small like this. All backlit by the outside lights, crumpling inwards, hunched shoulders and hanging head.

A part of her wants to prompt him to speak again, but she knows this is like that first day. That Azriel just needs a minute to collect his thoughts. It’s the remembrance that she thought he needed to feel safe before opening up that has Gwyn sinking to crouch before his bent knees.

The urge to comfort has her freckled hand stretching out to rest lightly on Azriel’s forearm. His skin is so hot… no; Gwyn’s hand is freezing. She tries to snatch it away, but Azriel moves with a feline grace, a predatory speed that makes her heart flutter as he grips her hand with one of his own and makes a summoning motion with the other.

She gives him her other hand without really thinking through the action. A pleasant shiver sparkles up her spine as the warmth of Azriel seeps into her icy fingers.

Finally he lifts his head and looks her in the eyes, briefly. One deep inhale, his shoulders rise and fall. Hazel eyes fixate on a spot near her shoulder. That’s okay.

“You had already lost a lot of blood when I got you there. One of the nurses pulled me aside and asked if I would donate because the hospital had a shortage. I said yes—I’m O-neg so I donate monthly. It wasn’t a big deal. I’m just….” That muscle in his jaw twitches and Gwyn half wishes her hands weren’t trapped so she could smooth away the tension with her thumb. “I’m so sorry, Gwyn.”

The four words are a penitent whisper.

She responds with four of her own, laced with steely conviction. “It’s not your fault.”

Azriel scoffs.

“No.” The ferocity in her voice surprises her. It makes Azriel meet her eyes again—good. “You were a passing stranger, a good samaritan. The only thing you were responsible for that night was saving my life. Blaming yourself over ‘what-ifs’ is pointless. Believe me—I spent years doing it.”

Gwyn pauses to take a deep breath. “If you hadn’t pulled me out of that alley, Catrin and I would both have died that night. But because of you here I am, years later, opening my shop and making Catrin’s dream a reality.”

The edges of her vision are blurred with unshed tears. Azriel’s too are lined with silver.

“You did nothing wrong. You saved me. Do you understand?” Gwyn asks.

Azriel bites the inside of his cheek as he searches her face. His eyes squeeze tightly shut, a single tear escaping past his thick lashes. He nods. A single jerk of the chin up, then down.

Because her hands are still held tightly between his, Gwyn leans forward onto the balls of her feet and captures that tear in a butterfly light kiss before it can reach his jaw.

At the press of her lips, his eyes fly open. The moment stretches out between them as Gwyn draws back just enough to look at him. It’s heavy and foretelling like swollen clouds darkening the sky. Teal searching hazel, and hazel searching teal; they are close enough to share breath, but neither is breathing. 

Gwyn recalls the astronomy class she took in college. One diagram on the textbook page about stellar collisions is clear in her mind’s eye. Stars are moving things with set trajectories. Two things can happen when two stars, on their predestined paths, collide. If their meeting is violent, both are reduced to stardust and hydrogen gas. Nothing remains.

However, if the collision is slow, if the stars have been nearing each other for some time, they merge. They come together to form a new star; hotter and more brilliant than either had been on their own.

She thinks that this is the closest she’s ever come to knowing how that feels. The heartbeat’s pause before two stars meet.

“Gwyn,” He sighs her name, “Please. For—”

She doesn’t want to hear it so she silences him the only way that makes sense with her hands still trapped away. 

His lips are just as warm as his hands. Warm and pillowy soft and shocked-still. She presses her lips against his more firmly, an invitation to yield. One that he accepts. 

The kiss is soft and firm and slow and hungry all at once; each using their lips to say what words can’t adequately capture.

I hate that you carried this around with you for years. Stop being so stubborn. I’ve never felt about a person this way I feel about you. It scares me, but I want you too much to be afraid. This is so fast but I feel like I’ve known you forever. This feels right. Gwyn hopes he can understand.

Azriel breaks the kiss with one last near-reverent peck. At some point, his hands had left Gwyn’s to cup her face. She steadies herself, still crouching on the balls of her feet, by holding onto his thighs. Firm muscles shift under her palms.

“I can’t forgive you Azriel, because you’ve done nothing requiring my forgiveness.”

“Nothing?” He arches an eyebrow, a playful spark returning to his gaze.

Gwyn huffs a little laugh, “Okay. I forgive you for running away the other night and abandoning me half-naked in my office. Better?”

“Mhmm,” Azriel hums in agreement as he strokes her cheek, softly smiling. “That was rather stupid of me, wasn’t it.”

“It was.” Gwyn agrees, a light flush warming her cheeks and the top of her ears.

“It was hard to think straight with my hands on your skin, Gwyneth.”

God, the way he makes her name sound sinful….

“How do you know my full name, Azriel?” She draws out his own, a little smirk tugging up the corners of her mouth. “Have you been researching me?” 

Her pulse rushes faster at the wicked little grin forming on his mouth, still flushed from her lips. “It’s printed at the bottom of your receipts. ‘Cashier 1: Gwyneth B.’”

“Ah.” Anticlimactic. 

His grin widens. Her eyes narrow.

“If it’s so hard for you to think while you’re touching me, should I really trust you to give me a tattoo? Maybe I should ask Cassian instead.”

Gwyn watches the emotions play out on his face: indignation, confusion, rage, and finally a heart-stuttering determination.

“I’m better than Cassian. At least for the style you want. I have a more… delicate touch.” The word is saturated with a different kind of quality assurance that makes her stomach clench. “Besides, I’ll be wearing gloves during the actual tattooing—it’s protocol.”

“Okay.” Gwyn says, standing up. She shakes out the stiffness in her legs from crouching for so long.

Azriel rises too, looking down at her incredulously. “You want to do it tonight?”

“Were you joking earlier?” She mimics his intonation. 

“No, but—”

Gwyn places her hands on the hips of her jeans. An auburn brow arches in challenge, and Azriel (smart man that he is) shuts his mouth.

“Good. Now,” Gwyn glances around the still dark tattoo parlor, “Where do we start?”

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“This will be your first tattoo, right?” Azriel asks as he hands her a consent form on a clipboard.

Gwyn nods, crossing her legs beneath her on the black vinyl table. The lights are on now and they are near the back of the shop. 

She had been expecting bright, fluorescent lighting but that’s not the case. The lights are dimmer and cozier than she remembers; the collection of neon signs decorating the walls create a pleasing haze of colors. There is a small spotlight looking thing next to Azriel’s cart that she assumes will be how he can see her tattoo clearly. 

 Everything is very clean and the smell of antiseptic slowly fades from the air, replaced by the warm cedar scent of the candle Azriel lit while he was wiping everything down.

“Normally, I would advise against this placement for your first tattoo.” Azriel speaks clearly and calmly, his voice radiating assurance that he knows what he’s doing.

This is him in his element, Gwyn realizes. It’s….

Really fucking hot, Mind-Nesta finishes the thought for her.

He takes a step closer to the table as he continues speaking, “I’m not trying to scare you, but most artists and patrons agree that tattoos on the ribs can be some of the most painful.”

Gooseflesh erupts in the wake of Azriel trailing the back of a finger down her bare arm, like he can’t keep himself from touching her. He’s looking at her for a confirmation that this is okay.

“I know.” Gwyn nods. She’d been researching the idea for weeks. 

“Since some of the tattoo will be near scar tissue, it’s possible that the damaged nerves in the area will dull the pain. It will also help that all you want is an outline, no colors or shading. The tattoo itself should only take forty-five minutes tops.”

She glances at the aqua neon digital clock on the wall. It’s 8:51 PM.

“Take a second to read and sign the form. I’m just going to grab a few things.”

With that, Azriel disappears through the curtain that acts like a door between the parlor and the offices behind it.

Gwyn is a jumble of emotions. Excitement and anticipation buzz in her veins, mingled with a little trepidation. She knew that it would hurt, but the scar was evidence of a much greater pain and she’d made it through that. Besides—this is Azriel. Gwyn knows that he will do everything he can to lessen the sting.

The form covers all of the basics she knew that it should from her research so she signs her name with the black pen hanging on a string tied to the metal clip.

Azriel returns holding a stack of textiles in his arms. He places the square pillow on the table beside her, “Since you’ll be laying down.” The navy blanket he hands her is so soft and fuzzy and… it smells like him. “So you don’t get cold without a top on.” He explains, not entirely successful at suppressing his smile.

“And those?” Gwyn tips her head to the two shades of folded black fabric still in his hands. 

Azriel shakes out the thinner piece first. It’s a t-shirt, a very large t-shirt. The second one is a hoodie that looks like it will swallow her. 

Her brow furrows and she looks up at him quizzically. 

“To wear afterwards. I don’t want you to wear a bra for the first eight hours. After that, if you have to, pick something on the looser side so that it doesn’t press into the tattoo too much as it heals.”

He says it all with that business-like tone, but Gwyn can’t help the blush creeping onto her cheeks. She supposes that Azriel has probably given a lot of women the same speech before a tattoo. Gwyn suppresses the irrational jealousy blooming within her at the thought.

“Where did you get these?” She asks, deciding that she needs to think about something other than how many other girl’s Azriel’s had his hands on.

To her surprise, a rosy color stains Azriel’s cheeks as he reaches an arm to rub the back of his neck self-consciously. 

“I uh….” He takes a breath. “I live in the apartment above the shop.”

Well that explains why the blanket smells like his cologne—it’s his. As are the clothes.

He’s watching her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction to this information.

“Thanks.” Gwyn offers him a smile, as he re-folds the clothes and sets them on a nearby chair. Once his hands are free, she gives him the signed form. “What’s next?”

He puts the form into a drawer of his cart and walks over to stand directly in front of her before answering. Watching her face, Azriel lifts his hand and slips a finger beneath the straps of her bra and tank top where they rest on her left shoulder. Slowly dragging them towards the freckled precipice where her shoulder becomes her arm, there is a smile on his lips.

A warm shiver rushes up her spine. His golden-green-brown eyes look the same as they did the other night when he’d reached for the hem of her shirt.

“Next,” Azriel says, his voice lower than it had been a moment ago. “I get to take these off. If that’s alright with you.”

With the sound of her pulse pounding fast in her ears and the concentrating heat behind her navel, it’s all Gwyn can do to swallow and nod.

Her hands clench into fists, gripping the blanket in her lap so that she doesn’t reach for him. There will be time for that later.

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Goddamn mother-fucking fuck.

The stream of vibrant curses in her mind is endless. Gwyn doesn’t let any of them escape through her gritted teeth. Not that she can unclench her jaw at this moment, even if she wanted to.

She tries to focus on two things, and two things only. First is controlling her breathing—in through the nose, out through the mouth—in and out and again and again. Second is the sensation of Azriel’s gloved thumb tracing soft circles on her side as he holds her skin steady beneath the tattoo gun buzzing in his other hand.

‘Buzzing’ isn’t the way to describe it. ‘Slicing her open with red-hot metal over and over’ or ‘taking a barbed jackhammer to her bone marrow’ would be more appropriate.

Her knuckles are white where they grip the blanket covering her bare chest. A single tear tracks down her cheek and she lets it, wanting to stay as still as possible. It’s gravity pulling that droplet out of her tear ducts and dragging it down the freckled and flushed skin. Simple physics, not the pain. 

“You’re doing great, Gwyn. I’m almost done.” Azriel tells her. Beneath the encouraging words, his voice sounds…strained.

Pointedly attuned to every sensation regarding her body, Gwyn registers the softest brush of his lips against the back of her shoulder.

Another saline drop splashes onto the table. 

But it’s worth it—turning pain into beauty, a scar into art. She reminds herself of this with each measured exhale. Catharsis hurts before it heals.

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“I’m fine. You don’t have to carry me.”

A clear plastic bandage covers the thin black lines decorating the reddened skin of her ribs beneath the world’s softest and best smelling t-shirt and hoodie. The tattoo is beautiful, following the upwards curve of the scar towards her back. The clothes are lovely too. Gwyn wonders if she can make them permanently go missing from his wardrobe.

“Your lips are pale and I forgot to restock our downstairs fridge.” The no-nonsense edge of Azriel’s voice and stare make Gwyn realize that arguing will get her nowhere.

Before she even finishes letting out her resigned sigh, Azriel’s arm ducks beneath her knees as the other reaches around her back and he pulls her into his arms, mindful of the tender flesh beneath the bandage where it brushes against his chest.

Gwyn isn’t a small person. She’s five-foot-nine barefoot and works out at least three times a week. She’s proud of her curves and hard-won pounds of lean muscle. But Azriel scoops her off that table like it’s nothing. It makes her heart dance a funny little jig.

Jesus Christ woman, relax. Just let Adonis reincarnate carry you up to his apartment— 

I got it, mind-Nesta. Gwyn interrupts her friend's cerebral commentary.

—then jump his bones. 

If she were alone, Gwyn would roll her eyes. At least the mental version of Nesta is as much of a horndog as the real one.

“Hold onto me.” Azriel whispers the order low into her ear.

Even if she didn’t want to (which isn’t the case) Gwyn’s body responds before she fully processes the words. The arms she already has draped around his neck tighten.

Her heart stutters again, like a car backfiring, when Azriel holds her against him with a single arm and opens the door at the top of the stairs. 

What Gwyn had imagined his apartment to look like—it wasn’t this. 

Four massive, arched windows punctuate the far wall, grouped in pairs. There is an expanse of wall between the middle two, matching the space where the parlor’s front door is below. In the darkness, she can make out a flat screen mounted there and a cabinet beneath it, a large sectional that faces the tv, two doors on the right side of the apartment and one on the left.

Azriel doesn’t let go of her until light illuminates the clean lines of the modern kitchen to the left of the door and Gwyn is sitting on the marble countertop directly across from a double door stainless-steel fridge that she suspects is twice, if not three times the size of her own. 

All this does is add another layer of mystery to the man backlit by the bright light of the refrigerator as he looks for something inside. Tattoo artists didn’t make this much money, did they? He has to have a side gig or something.

Eyes on the prize, Berdara. Mind-Nesta reminds her.

The prize being the sculpted ass in front of her; that loose-but-not-loose fitting vintage jeans do nothing to hide.

Yeah. The other thing that had helped her live through the forty-five minutes of inky needles searing into her side was thinking about that kiss earlier. Between that memory and Azriel’s steady encouragement of words and touches throughout the process, Gwyn’s underwear is quickly becoming an near-uncomfortable level of damp.

It doesn’t help that she is braless, wearing his clothes, and sitting on his kitchen counter like they skipped ahead a few steps in the order of operations that Gwyn would be more than happy to check off before the sun rises.

“I have orange juice or grape juice.” Azriel turns as the fridge door swings closed with a soft snick.

She blinks quickly to focus on the two juice boxes held out before her, reaching for the purple one.

Azriel snatches his hand back before her fingers can find purchase on the cardboard.

She is getting angry, about to fire off a snippy remark, when he pulls the plastic-wrapped straw off the side, unwraps it and stabs it through the foil dot. Then he hands it back. Casually. Like he hadn’t just opened her juice box for her and given it to her with a smile that went straight to her ovaries. Damn.

Gwyn takes a long sip. The grape juice tastes like second grade: recess kickball, scented markers, and pea-gravel from the playground denting her palms. It makes her smile.

“How do you feel now?” Azriel asks, leaning against the spot of the counter beside her. So close that his arm brushes her shoulder.

Gwyn takes another sip of juice before answering. She hates being wrong but Azriel had been right. The grape juice is nectar coating her veins and coaxing her back to life. Her blood sugar really had dropped more than she’d thought while getting the tattoo.

“Better.” Gwyn leans into his arm, just the littlest bit. “Thank you. For…”

For the juice? For the tattoo? For opening up to me? For saving my life? 

“This.” She decides that’s the safest option.

The arm she is pressed against, gives her a playful little nudge. “Of course.”

That silence stretches out between them again, like the taste of lightning in the air before a late August thunderstorm. Gwyn finishes her juice box.

According to the little clock on the oven, it’s not yet 11PM. 

The tension, like electrons zipping between their cloth-covered skin, has Gwyn remembering the feeling of Azriel’s lips moving hungrily against hers. Her thighs press together half-consciously seeking a hint of friction. She feels Azriel’s body stiffen beside her.

Before Gwyn can wonder what that means, Azriel pushes off of the counter and comes to stand in front of her, bracketing her in with a thick, corded forearm braced against the marble on either side.

“Hi.” The surprised, reflexive greeting escapes her lips before she can stop it. Her face warms.

It’s worth the embarrassment when Azriel cracks a smile that brings out a dimple on his left cheek.

“Hi.” He repeats the word softly, reverently. Those hazel eyes lazily look at her, from one eye to the other, to her lips, then back up. He’s clearly amused, even as his palms come to rest on her knees and she lets him draw them apart so he can stand between them.

Gwyn scoots closer to the edge of the counter, decreasing the space between the button fly of his jeans and the zipper of hers.

“So, does this tattoo count as one of the flowers in that bouquet you were talking about?” She asks playfully.

Azriel takes a half step closer, his hips flanked by one of her knees on each side.

“No. Trust me Gwyneth…”

Damn him with the “Gwyneth.”

“When I ask you out, my actions will make that very, very clear.” 

“Good.”

“Good?” Azriel arches a dark brow. The gravelly drawl to his question swirls molten low in her stomach.

I blame you for this boldness. Gwyn silently curses the Nesta who has taken up residence in her mind.

She swears she hears her friend’s laugh. 

“I don’t go home with people on first dates.” Gwyn’s teal eyes fall to his lips. To his lower one, bitten to suppress a smirk. “But here we are.” There’s a breathless quality to her last phrase.

She finally pulls her eyes up back to his. The green-golden-brown irises are being overtaken by the spreading black of his pupils as he searches for something in her gaze. His throat bobs as he swallows, his body and hers drifting closer and closer. It almost feels like there is a thread tied behind her ribs, tugging her towards him.

“But here we are.” Azriel’s voice is quiet, like he’s speaking in a cathedral and these are holy words.

Her forehead presses lightly into his. She’s aching to be kissed. The sparks from their dinner caught hours ago. What was at first a low fire burning, the past two hours have fanned into the brilliant flames licking up her bones. It’s almost incomprehensible how much she wants him.

But Azriel doesn’t move any closer and Gwyn has never been a patient person. 

Her hand snakes through inky waves and she tilts her face up at the same moment she pulls his lips down to hers. 

This kiss is different than before. Where Gwyn seeks to move faster, Azriel’s lips move infuriatingly slow. Gwyn runs her tongue along the seam of his lips and Azriel pulls away, taking her lower lip between his teeth and biting. Hard enough to sting, the little hurt is soothed away with a peck as something close to sternness filters into his gaze.

“Greedy.” Azriel says, brushing her slightly swollen lip with the thumb of the hand gripping her jaw.

“Is that a problem?” Gwyn levels him a challenging look in response. 

“Hmmm,” Azriel hums in smug contemplation and the sound goes straight to her clit, his thumb stops stroking and presses into her lip lightly. There’s a possessive quality to the way he touches her and she can’t get enough of it; of the way his eyes and his hands make her feel like the star in his solar system. 

“Tonight it is.” He drawls, sending a shiver up her spine that makes his grin widen.

Her lower lips juts out in a pout at his words, “Why?”

“Because tattoos are an invasive procedure. I need to make sure you don’t do anything to mess up my hard work.” Gwyn can see the playful spark in his eyes, the shadow of a dimple near the left corner of his mouth, despite his serious tone.

It’s odd. She doesn’t feel nervous or hesitant with this, with him. The last time she had sex with a man (because sex is consensual and what happened in that alley wasn’t) was a few weeks before Cat’s death. 

Gwyn has wanted to reclaim this part of herself for a while now. Well—reclaim what she hasn’t been able to on her own, this final rung to climb. She was just waiting for the moment, the person to feel right. And he does, astonishingly so.

“Well,” her hand drifts down from his hair, tracing the line of his throat, down past the crew neck of his shirt, across the hard muscles of his chest that she can feel beneath the fabric. It comes to rest on the side of his ribs—the exact spot where his ink now marks her skin. “We can’t have that now, can we? I’m already too attached to it.”

She can feel his heartbeat thundering behind the flesh on his bones. Gwyn knows that he is just as affected by her—it sends another thrill up her spine. 

“No. We can’t.”

And, with those three words spoken roughly, Azriel pulls Gwyn into him, kissing her hungrily as his palms run up her thighs and beneath them. Then Gwyn’s arms are wrapping tightly around his neck as he pulls her off of the counter, carrying her out of the kitchen and through one of the doors she spotted from the entry.

“You taste like grape juice.” Azriel says, the words breathless as he kicks the door closed behind them, still moving forward.

Gwyn is giggling as she tries to catch her breath so she can be kissing him again. “You gave it to me,” she says in her defense.

“I like grape juice.” He replies with a wicked little grin.

“Hey!” Gwyn squeaks in surprise as she is tossed away from Azriel’s body effortlessly. She’s in the air for half of a heartbeat before a mattress indents beneath her. A bed that smells faintly of cedar and the warm spicy-fresh aired scent of his cologne.

I’m in Azriel’s bed. 

He laughs at her indignant squeal and it’s one of the best sounds Gwyn has ever heard.

“What did you just say about being gentle?” She points out as Azriel crawls onto the bed until he is hovering over her, keeping most of his weight suspended above her.

“I never said anything about being gentle, Gwyneth.” His voice is so low it rumbles a growl as he kisses a spot just below her earlobe. “I suggested that you let me take the lead—if you want, that is.”

Fuck. A fresh wave of heat concentrates between her thighs.

Azriel pulls back, cupping her cheek to really look at her. “You’ll be in control the whole time. You tell me to stop or—” he takes her hand and raps her knuckles against his chest three times “tap out and we stop, no matter what or when.”

And she knows he means every word he’s saying. Knows it from the open honesty in his face, the vulnerability in his eyes; she knows it in the marrow of her bones. 

So Gwyn says the word she’s been holding back since he called her greedy, since he kissed her downstairs, since that day in her office when he first touched her skin. 

“Please.” She tries to arch up and kiss him, but a scarred hand gently presses her back into the mattress where he can see her face clearly.

“Is that a yes?” She’s glad that his voice sounds as saturated with desperation as she feels.

Her hand finds its way back into his hair, nails raking gently against his scalp as she draws him down towards her. 

“Yes.” She says, the words brushing her lips against his.

Before the last constant fades, his lips bridge the gap, tasting and teasing and consuming until all she can think about is him and how he tastes like purple Mr. Sketch.

Her fingers find their way beneath the hem of his shirt, palms exploring the shifting planes of warm, hard muscle.

“Thank fuck.” Azriel says as their swollen lips part, both of them panting. He grabs the back of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head in a smooth motion. 

I’m so screwed. Is the only thought repeating between Gwyn’s ears as she takes in the muscled expanse of his torso, the scrolling black tattoos winding up his arms and across his chest. Azriel clothed is already a devastating thing to behold. Azriel shirtless…. Yeah, she’s screwed.

But something in the blood-red, beating thing behind her ribs tells her that she doesn’t need to worry about Azriel ruining all other men for her. That it’s him. That she doesn’t want, won’t want anyone else.

The rush of her pulse in her ears sounds an awful lot like ever, ever, ever.

Kneeling over her, his warm hands reach for the bottom of her borrowed sweatshirt. The question is clear in his eyes. Gwyn nods. Absent is any of the self-conscious hesitancy she would have expected from herself. 

Maybe it’s because their conversation before the tattoo had felt more intimate than any physical act she’d ever committed. 

Maybe it’s because this is Azriel. The hunger in his eyes is for her. He thought the ugliest part of her was beautiful.

The room is comfortably warm but Gwyn’s nipples are already peaked as Azriel discards his hoodie and t-shirt somewhere beyond the king-size bed.

“Thank fuck.” His whisper sounds devout. His blown pupils take in her breasts, the rosy-brown nipples aching for attention, the galaxy of the freckles across her skin.

She can’t withhold her laugh, “That’s the second time you’ve said that.”

Azriel punctuates his words with kisses down her neck and collarbone. “I’ve. Wanted you. Wanted to kiss you here. And here.”

His kisses bear the shape of a smile. He moves down, trailing his lips towards the valley between her breasts. “And here. And here. For weeks, Gwyneth.” 

Goosebumps rise at the sound of her name, practically a growl his voice is so low. 

“Just let. Me be. Grateful.”

Whatever comment she was going to make is replaced by a long moan as Azriel’s lips come down around her nipple and he flicks the sensitive peak with his tongue. Her back bows off the bed as one of his hands reaches for the other one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and sending lightning strikes of pleasure to her needy clit.

His lips and fingers swirl and pluck until her body is taut and thrumming with want, writhing and aching to be played.

“Az!” Gwyn moans, half-delirious with pleasure and frustration as his lips and hands don't stray below her waist, where she really wants him.

He releases her breast with a wet little pop, pulling back to look at her. 

“Beautiful.” Azriel says the breathy word like he’s talking to himself, just as he did in her office when he saw the scar. 

His chest rises and falls with each long pull of air. Gwyn feels the loss of his touch, its absence almost painful. She sits up, her hands tracing the elastic band of his underwear that peeks over the top of his jeans. Gwyn’s hands stall of the buttons of his fly as she kisses the black swirls of ink on bronze skin. Beneath her lips she can feel his breathing grow more labored. She reaches down.

Holy fuck. Is her first thought as she palms him through his jeans. The man is at least six-foot-three and he held her up with one arm, Gwyn knows she shouldn’t be this surprised by the size of him. Azriel is hard. So hard and long and thick and… fuck.

“Fuck.” The gasped curse falls from his lips at the same time it echoes in her mind.

Gwyn presses the heel of her hand into him again, watching his eyes shutter while his hips jerk towards hers.

Her fingers tug at the top button of his jeans. Azriel’s answering nod is instant, his eyes a little needy. 

She likes him like this. The quiet, composed man she met that day of the opening already coming undone at the touch of her palms.

The buttons ripple apart as she peels one side of them towards her. Azriel hops backwards off the bed, kicking the denim down his legs and ripping off his socks and then he is back on the mattress, pushing her down into the comforter and nipping at her bottom lip.

Through the delicious haze of lips and tongues and softly biting teeth, Gwyn reaches for him again. She strokes him through the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs, eliciting a growled moan that dances from his tongue to hers.

Azriel’s hand wraps around her wrist before she can do it again.

“Hey!” Gwyn wants to whine. She wants to touch him, to feel him and what she makes him feel. He doesn’t let her.

He collects her other wrist and pins them loosely above her head with a single hand. The other traces a line over her lips before cupping her jaw.

Azriel’s hard gaze manages to admonish her at the same time it makes her feel cherished. “None of that, beautiful.” He ducks down and tugs her earlobe with his teeth; his voice is authoritative, amused. “I have plans for you. I can’t have you getting ahead of them.”

“What plans?” The words come out in a rush of air as Azriel’s lips close around a spot where her neck meets her collarbone and he sucks. 

Pleasure blooms from the spot, making her squirm. Then that weight he’s been holding up descends and he grinds against her. His erection presses the fabric of her jeans and panties into her clit, making her gasp and wriggle to try and move her hips to get more friction. 

Azriel chuckles as his lips finally release the sensitive skin. It’s a dark, heady sound filled with promise. Gwyn knows that there’s a purple rose blossoming near her throat and she loves that—the idea of his marks on her skin. A calla lily and a rose.

“Beautiful.” Hazel eyes track the movement of his calloused finger tip dragging across the mark as he whispers that damning word again before meeting her eyes. There’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes are a little glassy.

“What plans?” Gwyn asks again, her annoyance at his inaction seeping into the words. Her body feels like the fuses to a thousand fireworks, all sparks and heat and anticipation. She’ll implode if he doesn’t start touching her again, she’s sure of it.

“I’ll tell you, Gwyneth, if you promise to hold still.” He leans towards her; his breath is warm on her lips.

Golden bursts burn brighter. Hold still? How can she hold still like this? She wants to kiss him, he’s so close. She needs his lips, his tongue, branding themselves on her skin, her soul.

“Can you do that for me? Can you try to be good, beautiful?”

She has to bite her lip to stop herself from tipping forwards and tasting him. Gwyn manages to nod.

The hand pressing her wrists into the mattress lifts away, grazing the sensitive skin on the underside of her arm, trailing lightly down her side, up and around to….

Oh God.

His thumb and forefinger pinch her hardened nipple, rolling it and it takes more concentration that she thought she was capable of to keep her wrists above her head as her back arches off of the bed. 

“Look at me.” Azriel’s words fan against her lips.

Gwyn’s eyes open, she’s not sure exactly when she squeezed them shut.

“Good girl.”

There’s stardust gathering in the corners of her vision as Azriel finally closes the distance between them, kissing her roughly as he palms her other breast and grinds his hard length against her again. His praise is like a flint strike, a little fire jumping and lighting her up synapse by synapse.

“My plan.” He drawls, teasingly as his hands leave her skin. “Is to taste you. To make you come on my tongue with my fingers inside you, beautiful. Then, when you’re soaked and begging for me, I’m going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”

“Okay.” Gwyn nods rapidly.

Azriel chuckles again, arching a single brow, “Okay?”

“Yes.” She adds when he doesn’t move to touch her. “Please?”

His smile grows and, to her disappointment, he leans back to straddle her with a soft shake of his head.

Gwyn is a heartbeat away from begging when he pops the top button of her jeans and tugs the zipper. 

Thank God.

Then he’s backing away from her, stepping off the end of the bed and pulling her towards him gently by the backs of her knees.

“Hands.” Azriel warns her when she tries to push herself up to watch.

Her wrists flop back down above her as she huffs. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kinda bossy?”

“Hmpf.” Azriel snorts, letting go of her ankles once her ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the mattress. “All the time.”

She can hear the smile in his voice.

Gwyn gasps when his hands wrench her jeans and underwear down her hips and thighs and cast them aside once her feet are free. And then Azriel is kneeling before her. A large, scarred hand wrapped around the inside of each of her thighs as he parts her legs.

The familiar warmth of self-conscious embarrassment rushes to her cheeks and she tries to close her legs. Those strong hands don’t let her move an inch. Those hands—the ones that saved her, held her up, and turned her skin into a work of art—keeping her bared to him.

Gwyn lifts her head as much as she can without moving her hands. Azriel’s eyes are dark and sparkling, she can see that his cheeks are pink in the soft light of a little lamp near the window curtains.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of a brat, Gwyn?” His voice sounds rougher as he takes her in. She’s never felt so exposed, but she likes the way he’s looking at her, the way he wets his lips.

Seeing him there—kneeling before her—Gwyn shudders at the thrill that runs through her. It’s a sensual kind of powerful feeling she can’t put her finger on.

“All… the time.” Where she finds the coherence to volley his words back, she isn’t sure. But it’s true. Nesta likes to joke about it.

Azriel smirks at her. She watches as he leans closer, close enough that she can feel his breath against her pussy. Then those eyes flick back to her core. He isn’t touching her yet, but the heat in his gaze is stupidly erotic. It’s teasing her with a phantom touch as Azriel whispers, “Fucking beautiful.” 

She’s lost count of the times he’s spoken that word tonight, each time more to himself than to her.

But numbers and counting and words and thoughts fly out of her mind like thistledown at the first stroke of his finger up and down her slit. Colors swirl behind her eyelids at the first long lick of his tongue from her entrance to her clit.

“Oh….” The shocked sound escapes her parted lips as his warm tongue leisurely swirls around her clit, teasing.

“Fuck, Gwyn. Already so wet for me, beautiful.” Azriel’s words are the gasoline to her fire. His mouth descends upon her like she is the only thing that can satisfy his unappeasable thirst.

Her whole body flushes with heat and need as his tongue explores her, tasting and tempting. Already, she can feel that tingling heat concentrating near her lower spine. She tries to grind against his face when his tongue circles that bundle of nerves without touching it. Gwyn nearly comes at the sound of his dark chuckle rumbling through her as he pins her hips to the bed. His tongue finally flicks her clit at the same time he slides a finger into her, knuckle deep.

“O—fuck.” Her words are half gasped, half moaned as her body bends in towards that touch.

Azriel drags his finger out slowly, pausing to circle a spot that elicits another keening sound from the back of her throat. Gwyn is faintly aware of the fact that she is panting. That her legs are thrown over his shoulders. That she has never felt this turned-on in her life, and that she is feeling things she didn’t think were possible.

A second whorled finger joins the first and they press into her, stretching her, filling her. 

“You’re so damn tight, Gwyneth.” Azriel’s voice sounds hoarse, restrained. Those fingers push further, twisting and his lips seal around her clit, sucking.

Gwyn flies apart.

Those fuses burn up. 

The whole world pauses in that half second that her body tenses, freezes and then a thousand fireworks explode. Cascading waves of heat and color and unbelievable pleasure consume her. 

Slowly the stardust and sparks of her condense and her senses return. Her head is thrown back against the mattress as she rides Azriel’s slowly pumping fingers.

“Fuck.” Gwyn exhales sharply as her body tingles back into focus. “Azriel. Fuck.”

She can’t stop the convulsion that overtakes her as he presses a soft kiss to her sensitive clit, those fingers still moving lazily in and out.

“Use your hands, Gwyneth. Watch me.” Azriel’s gravelly voice demands.

Gwyn pushes up on her elbows. She’s barely done it when Azriel stands and clasps the nape of her neck, pulling her to him without breaking his rhythm.

“Good Girl.” He whispers against her lips. Then he’s kissing her, consuming her senses. She can taste herself, a little salty, a little musky, and underneath it all is the faint sweetness of grape juice.

Another sharp breath wooshes out of her as Azriel adds a third finger.

He freezes, his eyes search hers in concern. “You alright?”

“Yes.” She grinds herself down onto his fingers impatiently. “Az—God—don’t stop.” 

Gwyn thinks he whispers thank fuck again, but she can’t be sure becuase her tongue is in his mouth, demanding more, drawing a low groan from Azriel’s throat.

“Look, beautiful.” He pulls away from her, watching his fingers disappearing into her slick core. “Look at your pretty cunt taking my fingers so well.”

Gwyn whimpers as she looks down.

She’s never whimpered before in her life, but this is apparently a night of firsts.

The sound is desperate, needy. Then again, so is she.

Nothing has ever felt like this. Ever.

Nothing has ever looked as beautifully obscene as Azriel’s long, scarred fingers glistening with her arousal as they fill her, getting her ready for him. He twists his wrist with every push and pull, brushing her g-spot as his thumb starts to circle her clit.

Azriel pulls the next orgasm out of her, even more dizzying than the first because it takes her completely by surprise when his teeth close lightly around her oversensitive nipple at the same moment his fingers curl up and his thumb presses down.

She only stays upright as her body pulsates tight and loose and tight because his free arm is wrapped around her back. They are both breathing heavily as he drags out her pleasure until she’s mumbling nonsense interspersed with the words “Az” and “please.” 

She shivers when his fingers finally pull out of her, and the void they leave behind feels…incorrect. The past however many minutes of pleasure have felt more right than anything she can remember. 

“Fuck, beautiful. Look at you.” Azriel holds his wet fingers up with wanton reverence. Gwyn bites back a moan as he meets her gaze and sucks the first finger into his mouth. Okay, correction. That is the most obscene thing she’s ever seen. 

“You taste….” He releases his ring finger with a disbelieving shake of his head. “Damn perfect.”

He licks his middle finger before drawing it between his lips. Feeling like her mind is moving half a second behind her body, Gwyn stands up on her shaky knees on the bed before him. She places a hand on his chest to steady herself, wrapping her other one around his wrist before he can clean off his index finger.

Gwyn doesn’t really know what she’s doing. She’s going off of instinct and years of porn and erotica but this is what she wants to do.

Never breaking eye contact with Azriel, her tongue traces a trail up his slicked forefinger and then she draws it into her mouth, looking up at him through her lashes. A moan sounds in the back of her throat as she tastes her arousal and the salt of his skin, a sound that Azriel echoes as his eyes darken while he watches her.

Gwyn rocks back onto her heels when his finger is thoroughly cleaned, reaching out to palm him through his black boxer-briefs.

“Can I touch you now? Please?” She wants to taste him. The idea of going down on a guy never really appealed to her before but her mouth is watering at the prospect of him. She just wants to make him feel a fraction of what she just did.

Azriel’s answer is to hook his thumbs into the elastic and pull it down without hesitation. 

Fuck. 

Gwyn has no shame in admitting that she’s seen a fair amount of erections through a screen and a few in person. None of them, none, have been so… pretty.

That’s the only word she can pluck out of the cottonwood fluff of her thoughts as she takes in the red-lavender head weeping a dew drop of precum, the dark veins pulsing beneath brownish pink skin and making his cock bob before her, beckoning.

Azriel takes a step towards the bed; Gwyn reaches out and wraps a hand around the base of his cock and—ohsweetmother—her fingers barely touch he’s so thick. She forces her eyes up to his face, to see his reactions as she drags that hand up, squeezing lightly. His eyelids flutter when she presses her thumb into the glistening bead at the slit of him and she spreads the precum down as she makes another pass, gripping a little harder.

“Yeah—a little rougher. Shit, yes. Just like that, beautiful. Oh… fu-uck, Gwyn—yeah.” Her strokes grow more confident with each hissed praise and curse.

He’s standing at the edge of the bed now and she’s back on her knees. Azriel’s eyes are screwed shut, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. So, without warning or preamble, Gwyn leans forward and wraps her lips around him. Her tongue swirls over the swollen head of his cock and Azriel moans loudly above her.

“Gwyn.” Azriel chokes out her name, his hand snaking into her hair and pulling her off of him.

She doesn’t get a chance to protest because Azriel is kissing her. How it’s possible that this kiss is even hungrier than the last hundred, Gwyn isn’t sure. He’s climbing over her, drawing her up towards the headboard and pressing her down.

“I was… just getting started.” Gwyn pants as they part for air.

“You promised. Beautiful.” He kisses the bruise above her collarbone with a delicate sweetness she feels in her toes. “I’m going to come while I’m fucking you. Remember my plan?”

“I do.” Her hand cards through his hair. “You never mentioned when you were coming. Only me.”

His thumb presses into her lower lip, she opens her mouth in response to the pressure. He looks almost wistful as he says, “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck this smartass mouth of yours soon enough, Gwyneth.”

Goosebumps break out all across her skin. “Fine,” she huffs, “then fuck me now.”

“So impatient.” Azriel croons, even as he leans in and kisses her smiling. “But you’ve been a good girl.”

Gwyn shivers. He grins, “You like it when I call you that?”

“Mmm Hmm.” 

“Noted.”

She can’t help the stupid smile on her face as Azriel drops a kiss to the tip of her nose before leaning over and opening a nightstand drawer. 

Her gut clenches with anticipation as she watches him tear the foil packet with his teeth. How she is ready to go again after already coming twice, Gwyn isn’t sure. She’s just going to accept that things with Azriel lie firmly in the realm of subverted expectations and be done with it.

He rolls the condom down his cock and Gwyn swallows. He’s really big. Even after three fingers…. No, she wants him more than his size gives her pause. She knows he wouldn’t do anything she wasn’t ready for. Just knows it. Like she knows there are stars in the sky even when it’s cloudy.

That thought makes a fluffy warm feeling explode in her chest. He settles over her again and her hand is in his hair and her mouth is slanting over his as he grinds himself into her slit, coating himself with the slickness he drew out of her. 

He reaches between them and she can feel the head pressing into her, but then it’s gone and rubbing against her clit in a way that makes her writhe. He does it again. And again.

“Stop teasing me.” Gwyn gasps into his mouth as he sinks into her half an inch and withdraws. “Just fuck me—please.”

That earns her another dark chocolate chuckle.

“Well,” He rubs his erection between her pussy lips, then presses the head against her clit in another long slide that has her eyes fluttering closed. “Since you asked so nicely.” 

Azriel pulls his body away from hers a little, so he can watch her. He nudges her thigh with his knee, spreading her wider. Then he guides himself to her entrance. There is no teasing, no more patience, as Azriel slides into her with a single long thrust.

“Oh, fuck—Az!” Gwyn gasps at the same moment Azriel hisses “Fuck, beautiful.”

She’s pretty sure her eyes roll back into her head. If that’s physically possible and not just an expression.

Never. She’s never felt anything half as good as this—Azriel stretching her walls, filling up every millimeter she has to give. Fuck.

Her eyes are squeezed shut so she can’t see the way his green-brown-golden eyes shutter as he slowly draws back before pushing back in.

“Az. God.” Gwyn manages to open her eyes despite the molten gold swirling in her core. She needs to see him, kiss him. So she does, pulling him down to her so that she can feel the heat of him radiating onto every part of her.

“Gwyn.” His voice sounds a little strangled; eyes look a little wild as their swollen lips part. “You’re so fucking tight.” 

She nods rapidly, “You feel so good.” He’s so exquisitely hard that every press of him into her strains her sensitive flesh, pushing her towards that blinding pleasure just this side of pain.

Her imagination is not up to trying to guess how incredible this feels for him if this is how it feels for her. Even though his thrusts are slow, they bring stars to life behind her eyelids. 

He pulls out to the tip again, then slowly sinks back into her and she writhes against the strictly controlled movements. She suspects he is holding himself back. That’s the last thing Gwyn wants.

“Fuck me harder.” Gwyn tells him, leaning forwards to say the words into his ear.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Azriel grits out.

“You won’t. Azriel—please.” That golden light is still circling low in her gut, but she needs more. As much as he can give her—she’ll take it all. “Please.” Her ankles press into his lower back, trying to draw him further into her.

His next thrust is a little faster, a little rougher. As is the one following it. She watches him watch her as he carefully builds up speed. He’s intoxicating. The intensity with which Azriel approaches everything is focused solely on her and she needs more.

“Azriel.” Gwyn wills some steel into her thready voice. “I need you to fuck me.” She kisses him again, fierce and desperate, hoping he can feel just how sure she is about this, about him, about whatever this is between them.

Her message, spoken by lips meeting lips and tangled tongues, must get through to him because she feels a hand go to her left thigh. He hooks that leg over his shoulder, pushing it forward and tilting her hips so that he’s hitting a new angle. It’s deeper; every hard push reaches her innermost wall.

“Yeah—just like that—oh….” Suns burst behind her eyes as Azriel finally starts thrusting into her with powerful strokes.

The only sounds that fill the room are their labored breaths, the wet sound of Azriel’s cock pounding into her, and their mingled moans and curses.

The light eddying in her core grows brighter with each snap of his hips. Her nails rake down his back, pulling him as close to her as she can. Gwyn understands now—why the French word for orgasm means “little death,” because she already knows that her life will never be the same after tonight. That she can feel herself falling to pieces with each thrust, and she knows Azriel is crumbling as well. 

There are no more walls, no more guarded eyes. Just them, at their most raw. Beings composed from the dust of primordial stars. 

Azriel’s arm comes around her leg over his shoulder and he starts circling her clit with his thumb as his other four fingers press her stomach down. 

Her eyes want to close, to narrow down the amount of sensation that her mind is trying and failing to process but she forces them open. She wants to see him—see them—when they fall from that quickly approaching peak.

The digits splayed across her stomach push her down onto him as he drives into her and her building climax feels like sparkling lightning, white and electric up her spine.

“I can feel you getting close. Feel your tight little pussy quivering around my cock.” Azriel breathes. Even flushed, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat just like hers, he manages to look smug. “I fuck you so well, don’t I?”

She would roll her eyes if they weren’t already rolling for another reason. Gwyn is close, it's like gravity dense and low between her hip bones. Gravity drawing her in towards Azriel. The inevitable pull of slowly colliding stars.

She bites Azriel’s lip as that searing light burns hotter and she feels it pulling her up. Higher and higher she floats, suspended in all of him. His scent, his eyes, the little groans he makes in the back of his throat, his hands, his cock. Azriel. Azriel. 

“Azriel!” Gwyn moans around his tongue. “I’m—I’m going to—”

“I know.” He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Me too. Let go, Gwyn. Come for me, beautiful.”

Those words are all it takes to shatter her. She chokes on a gasp, her airway constricting as everything seizes. Her head falls back into the mattress. Golden white light edges her vision, suffuses every cell. She’s falling. She’s flying.

All she knows is Azriel. Azriel’s arms banding around her and pulling her against him as they fall apart together. Azriel’s throaty moan “Oh Gwyn,” as his release takes hold of him and they shudder together, pulse together. As one. As two souls linked in that moment. Two stars burning, merging, flaring; her and Azriel, until she isn’t sure where he ends and she begins.

“Azriel. Azriel. Azriel.” The shower of stardust settles back into the marrow of their bones and Gwyn realizes she’s whispering his name. A litany, a prayer.

“Gwyn.” The exhausted, content smile on Azriel’s face above her as he whispers her name might be the best thing she’s ever seen.

They lay entangled until their breathing has slowed. Azriel slips his limbs out from hers, going through a door Gwyn assumes, when she hears water running, is the bathroom. Then he’s back and handing her a glass of water, followed by a warm damp rag. 

“Stay the night?” Azriel asks once they are cleaned up. He’s laying on his stomach beside her, head resting on his crossed arms as the closer of his two hands toys with a lock of her hair spread out on the pillow.

“I was hoping you would ask.” Gwyn responds softly. 

He turned the light off before getting back onto the bed, but the moonlight diffuses through the semi-sheer curtains over the large window. It’s a dreamy kind of light, faded and glimmering. Sudden dread courses through her.

“Pinch me.”

“What the hell—why?”

“Goddamnit Az, just pinch me.” Gwyn holds her arm out to him in the moonlight.

“Oh.” It’s a sound of realization. He huffs a laugh, “Think I’m too good to be true, Gwyneth?”

“Shut up,” Gwyn grumbles to the ceiling, thinking they are past the subject. She doesn’t deny it though.

“Ack!” She can’t help the startled squeak she makes when Azriel’s hands suddenly flip her towards him, drawing her into the solid warmth of his chest.

Laughter rumbles through him as Gwyn squeaks again when she feels a sharp pinch on her bare ass cheek. Then his palm is caressing the spot gently, rubbing away the pain.

“Hey!”

“You asked me to pinch you.” His defense makes a mockery of innocence.

“I meant on my arm.” Gwyn rolls her eyes though she knows he can only see the top of her head, her nose is somewhere near his sternum.

“I liked my version better.” Azriel teases back, the offending hand drifting sweetly up and down her spine.

“You’re a dick.”

“You like my dick, beautiful.” His chuckle vibrates right into her sternum, filling that space in her chest with another warm rush. When Gwyn doesn’t deign to respond he asks, “How does the tattoo feel?”

“Until you brought it up, I forgot it was there.” She answers honestly. That hour she spent downstairs as Azriel’s canvas feels like another night so much has happened since then.

“We’ll take the bandage off in the morning and I can show you how to clean it.” Azriel rolls onto his back, guiding Gwyn’s head to rest on the soft space between his shoulder and chest.

“You could just ask to fuck me in the shower you know? No need to wrap it in the guise of professional courtesy.” Gwyn yawns as soon as she finishes her sentence.

Azriel’s laughter is cut off by a yawn of his own. Gwyn traces the grid of muscles on his abdomen as a quiet settles over them. She can feel herself drifting off. The heavy tide of sleep tries to pull her into its lull.

“Just one thing—” She yawns again, “—before we fall asleep, Az?”

“Hmm?” He grunts, the sound rough and sleepy and it makes her smile.

“Don’t forget—you still owe me a bouquet, and a date.”

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@azrielshadowssing @vikingmagic33 @booknerd87 @velidewrites @the-lonelybarricade @violet-shadows @thehaemanthus @mystical-blaise @houseofhurricane @carol-pisarro @the-bookish-valkyrie @amandapearls @lifelessdollinthesea

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

The Lothbroks, aka, the European version of the Kardashians.

Summary: When Barbie Murray time travels, she finds out that pink isn’t available in Viking times. Luckily, her new besties all understand that boobs are the best and slay (literally?!) with her.

Notes: I’m finally done! This was so much fun to write to all the kings, queens and gender-neutral rulers, enjoy this crack fic. It’s my new fave.

My inspos for bimbo dearest are Karen smith, Elle woods and the lovely @chrissychlapecka on insta

The character speaks Norse bc reasons and magic, and she’s besties with Hvitty bc he’s the biggest himbo in the series. Also she’s QUEER bc queer bimbos are the best bimbos. Only platonic relationships in this one!!

Based on this request, i hope you like it!

Barbie

There are a few things to know about me, Barbara Murray. One, don’t call me Barbara, unless you want me to put you on my list of idiots and douches. Barbie or babe is fine. Two, I LOVE pink and three? Umm, well, I kinda forgot about three. We can come back to it later.

Anyways, you may be wondering, what is this thing? Technically, it’s my English notebook, but I’m in a cellar right now. And it’s weird. Plus, Annie Frank got famous for her diary, and we don’t even know if she was up to date with the tea from the forties.

The cellar is really musty, and I hope that they’ll just get me out of here and sell me back home. This sicko with brown clothes found me in the woods with a bunch of other men who all haven’t showered in at least a week and dragged me down here!

He tried to take my purse too, but there’s no way that I’m letting go of my baby, so I whacked him over the head real hard and he let it go for now. I’ve been here for what? Three days now?

Let me be honest, the food they have sucks too! And not only because it doesn’t fit my diet (I’m totally animal cruelty free by the way) but also because it’s just gross. It’ll be good for my stomach though. Like a natural detox or something.

On the first day, the castle was totally loud, and I couldn’t even sleep, but then it got kinda quiet. This old guy with a beard came down here, and he gave me Santa vibes, but in a bad way. He gave me some wine – that was good at least and then he left again. Right now, this priest (or at least I think he’s a priest, he’s been singing in Latin or so) is staring at me. Everyone stares at me here, but I know it’s just because they’re jealous of my jumpsuit.

Actually, maybe my daddy screwed them over too, and that’s why I’m here.

“Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.” The priest suddenly said.

Gloria Patrizi? I know that girl!

“You know, I don’t understand half of what you’re saying babe, but you should know that Gloria is a total bitch. She’s a cheater and she broke my baby brother’s heart!” I tried to tell him, but he just kept going. Don’t ask me why, neither of us was getting anything out of the conversation.

And then, this priest had the audacity to throw water at me! Literally! He just splashed it on my hair. I told him some nasty words that I won’t put into my biography and then he looked terrified and left. Kinda rude of him.

Well, after that I tried to get some beauty sleep but then they had the audacity to ring church bells! Who even does that in LA?

Hvitserk

The raid had been successful of course. Who was going to stand in the way of the Heathen Army? Or him, for that matter? However, his brothers were fighting again, over what to do with the Saxon king, and he didn’t want to listen any longer.

Harald’s men were already searching for wine in the cellars, but Hvitserk was more interested in the people that had been left behind in the dungeons. Perhaps one of them would be able to tell him more about what happened to his father.

He found himself disappointed at the amount of prisoners. At first it seemed like there were none at all, but when he got to the last cell, he saw a woman sitting in one corner, wearing extremely bright clothes. Brighter than anything his mother had ever worn!

“Ragnar Lothbrok.” Hvitserk demanded, hoping that the name would ring a bell in this woman’s mind. She looked up, and Hvitserk narrowed his eyes at her make-up. She wore something that was similar to the eyeliner Yidu had once drawn on herself in Frankia and her eyes were encrusted with – were those gems?!

It was either gems or something else that was glittering while she turned her head.

“Who?” she asked. “Wait, is he famous? Or is that your name? It’s a weird name if you ask me but- “

“You speak Norse?” Hvitserk interrupted.

The woman snorted and rolled her eyes, as if Hvitserk was the biggest idiot to ever grace the Earth. “No, I’m speaking English sweetie.” She laughed.

Hvitserk found himself blushing under her open affection. She was certainly more direct than other Saxon women.

“I’m Hvitserk.” He introduced. The woman’s brows furrowed for a moment, and she laid her head to the side as if she was pondering over a difficult question.

“That sounds like a sneeze babe, no offense. I’m going to call you babe, okay?”

“I’m not a babe!” Hvitserk protested angrily, stepping towards the cell’s bars. Instead of shrinking back, the woman only rolled her eyes again.

“Fine, I’ll call you Hvitty then.”

“And you?” Hvitserk asked. If she was going to be rude about his name, he would be rude about hers.

“What about me?” the woman asked. Absentmindedly, she took a vial with a clear liquid inside out of her bag and smeared some on her lips. It made them shine nicely, and momentarily, Hvitserk was distracted before he snapped back to attention.

“Want some? It’s cherry flavored.” She offered, holding the thin stick from the vial out.

“I like cherry.” Hvitserk agreed, and stepped even nearer, unsure why. The woman put some of the liquid on his lips and a sweet smell that was much to strong immediately hit his nose, before he licked his lips to taste it.

It did not taste much like cherry.

“Why did you do that?” the woman shrieked, and she looked flabbergasted (one of Hvitserk’s favorite words).

“You said it was cherry flavored.” He shrugged. She huffed, crossing her arms.

“So what’s your name?” Hvitserk tried again.

“Oh my name! It’s Barbara.” She began, but suddenly she jutted her finger out, stabbing a brightly painted nail into his chest. “But! Don’t call me that! Call me Barbie!”

“Barbie? That’s not a real name.” Hvitserk laughed and the woman turned on her heel, grabbing a small, also very bright sack from one corner of her cell.

“Well, I exist, so it’s real.” She said, as if that was the most obvious thing. “And I don’t really know what a Lothbrok is, but maybe that’s just because you’re European.”

European? What did that mean? Was it an insult?

“I’m also a Lothbrok.” Hvitserk informed her proudly, trying to ignore the fact that she wasn’t paying much attention to him, instead staring into a small, round device. Suddenly, she snapped it closed and smiled at him brightly.

“Oh! So it’s like a last name? That’s super cool. Hvitty, do you have the key for this cell? I’ve got a mani-pedi scheduled with my girls tomorrow and I really need to get home.”

Hvitserk didn’t bother asking what a mani-pedi was supposed to be, choosing to instead grab the keys from one of the dead guardsmen. When he came back, Barbie was brushing her hair, but clapped her hands together at the sight of him.

“Bestie! You’re back!” she squealed, and Hvitserk found himself more and more confused by her by the second.

As soon as the cell door was open, the woman walked outside, immediately hooking her arm with Hvitserk’s. He would’ve made a comment about it, if he hadn’t noticed her strange shoes in that moment. They were, of course, in that bright color he had never seen before, and had stilts at the bottom. He almost wanted to shake his head.

Somehow, Barbie noticed, immediately stopping in her tracks. “Are you hating on my heels? ‘Cause I can run in them, and I’ll run after you if you make one shady comment.”

“I’ve- I’ve just never seen such shoes before.” Hvitserk stuttered.

“Men.” Barbie muttered under her breath but put her arm back in his. “So, are you like, the only Lothbrok? Or are there more Lothbroks? ‘Cause my family is like, big. You know, I have lots of siblings, and half-siblings, and stepsiblings and everything. My daddy calls it the horribly big Murray clan, but I like them all.”

“I have four brothers. One half-brother and three full brothers. They’re fighting, so I doubt- “

“Family drama? There’s no way you’re keeping me away from that.” She protested, before coming to a halt before the guardsman.

“Is he like, dead?” she whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Hvitserk replied, also lowering his voice.

“He could be sleeping! It’s important that your sleep cycle isn’t interrupted, that’s just bad for your skin.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s dead.” Hvitserk said.

“Pretty sure?” she shrieked. “You didn’t check? Did you kill him?!”

“I did not kill him.” Hvitserk replied, trying to hold back his laughter as Barbie prodded the Saxon with her ‘heels’.

“You should totally introduce me to your brothers.” Barbie demanded, and Hvitserk almost wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose. She obviously had no idea how dangerous they all were, but she had survived the Saxons with all her bullshit, and speaking Norse, so he decided that this was all fate.

“Just to prepare you, my youngest brother Ivar has a bit of a temperament.” Hvitserk said, but as Barbie cheerfully nodded, he gave up on warning her – she’d manage somehow.

***

Ubbe was the first to notice Hvitserk and Barbie standing in the doorway, and Hvitserk quickly noticed the questioning brow his older brother gave him, quickly shaking his head in response.

“Hey guys!” Barbie began enthusiastically, “Are you Hvitty’s brothers?”

While the others stared at her, Ivar began to snigger. “Hvitty?” he asked.

“Yeah, totes!” she replied. “It’s my nickname for him. Who are you? Ivar?”

Ivar seemed a bit taken aback by her manner, just like Hvitserk, but still nodded. She listened as the other brothers introduced themselves and then nodded to the ceiling.

“Okay, but why do you guys have a guy in a cage? Are you some kind of cult?”

“That’s the man who killed our father.” Ivar replied darkly.

“We’re getting revenge for him.” Sigurd added.

“That’s like totally medieval, but I love it for you guys!” She laughed, walking over to Ivar. “Can you scooch over a bit? That cell was like, totally uncomfy and I really need to rest my knees. Walking in heels is hard work.”

Hvitserk was surprised when Ivar did move, and Barbie sat down next to him, crossing her legs and setting her bag down on her knees.

“So who are you, and what is it you do?” Ubbe asked.

“Well, I’m Barbie, and mostly,” she paused for a second, stretching out her legs and leaning onto the chair. “Well I guess I slay, most of the time.”

“You” Bjorn began, “Are a warrior?”

“Well that’s what my Pilates coach says.” Barbie shrugged. “Do you guys do Pilates too?”

“Is that a fighting style?” Ivar asked, suddenly interested.

“No! It’s a lifestyle. Of course, I don’t expect you guys to understand. You look like tough mudders, which is totally gross because my ex did it every weekend. Being the supportive girlfriend I am, I went with him and it ruined two of my handbags and three pairs of heels!”

Slowly, Ivar began nodding along. He was confused, just like the rest of them, but Hvitserk could tell that he found her just as amusing as he did. “And what did you do in response?” he asked.

“Well, I asked him to apologize, and when he went on an ego-trip because of it, I broke up with him.”

The conversation went on for a while, and Hvitserk watched as Barbie answered all of his brothers questions. He was beginning to realise that she probably wasn’t Saxon or Viking, or anything else they had ever encountered.

“Where are you from?” he asked carefully.

“LA, duh. I’m American, even though that’s gotten a little problematic nowadays, but it’s the Golden Coast, so I still slay.”

Before any of the brothers could ask her any more questions, King Harald burst in.

“Are you finally done with Ecbert? The people are getting impatient.” He announced, not noticing Barbie. Absentmindedly, Hvitserk let his hand wander down to the axe in his belt. He liked Barbie, and he considered her a sort of strange friend.

“We are not.” Ivar replied. “Tell them it’ll take some more time.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Harald said.

“Why? Because I’m the youngest or a cripple?” he asked. Hvitserk heard Barbie gasp.

“Ivar! Don’t let others define your worth like that! I think you’re amazing. You know what, you can do what Ivar says. I might only have known him for an hour or so, but he gave me a seat, so I’ll be the judge of character here. I think you suck.”

“And who are you?” Harald asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Barbie Murray. Last year’s Miss California, and the best fashion advisor you could ask for. And it looks like you are in desperate need, mister.”

To Hvitserk’s surprise, Harald did not kill Barbie on the spot, instead choosing to turn around and slam the door behind him.

“Hvitty, is he always like that?” Barbie asked, and he nodded with a sigh.

“Come on, I can’t imagine the Saxons gave you very good food while you were in there, let’s get you something to eat.”

***

After dinner, Hvitserk and Ivar made sure that Barbie got a well-protected and comfortable tent to sleep in, and Hvitserk himself was about to settle down, when he suddenly heard a shriek from Barbie’s tent.

Immediately, he sprung up and hurried to her, only to see her kneeling over her ‘handbag’.

“Hvitty, it’s broken!” she cried, holding it out to him, and Hvitserk realized that there was a large tear in the leather. He would’ve laughed at the comical horror in her eyes, but during the day, he had learned how much her handbag meant to Barbie (almost as much as her current girlfriend), so he rushed to her side to examine the tear.

“Oh this world is so cruel!” Barbie cried, and Hvitserk attempted to pat her on the back.

“Don’t worry Barbie! .” He reassured. “I’m sure one of the shieldmaidens will be able to help you.”

Barbie sniffled on his shoulder, but nodded, leaning into Hvitserk as they walked towards another part of the camp. Hvitserk had to smile to himself. His new friend might be strange, but she was one of the kindest people he had ever met, and that included Helga. He was going to get that bag fixed for her.

[sugarbooger513]

Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

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[sugusshi]

┄ THE TRUTH (KIND OF)

Part 22 of “My Insufferable Idiot” Series

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Anyone who knows Izana knows he isn’t one to display nerves or unease, yet as he stands outside of YN’s apartment door, that is all that shows. He again knocks on the wooden door, only to get no response… yet again.

Don’t talk to me again unless you tell me what the fuck you’re hiding from me.

A simple message, probably an empty threat to others, but too much of a risk for Izana not to do anything about it. He cherished his relationship with you, whether you were a partner in crime or simply someone he could talk sincerely with. Izana valued his relationships with his loved ones more than he externally showed it, and just the thought of you not wanting to do anything to do with him anymore makes him sick. You were like a sister to him, and he’d be damned if he fucked that up between you.

Please open the door; he texts you instead of knocking again.

He doesn’t hear you on the other side of the door and feels a bead of sweat roll down the side of his temple. He knows you are home. He saw your bike parked in its usual spot. You couldn’t be–

“YN, did you order food or some– oh. Hey Izana,” Bestie greets him with a grin, “What’s up? Didn’t know you were coming over too.”

Great, just great. Izana thought he could talk to you alone, yet there was another roadblock. “Uh, where’s YN? I need to talk to her.”

Bestie can tell there’s something wrong, especially with Izana’s nervous smile and the fact he hasn’t stepped in yet, so they motion him in, “She’s in the bathroom right now. Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“What are you doing here, Kurokawa?”

Izana winces with the usage of his last name, and bestie doesn’t miss this. In fact, they raise an eyebrow as they look over at YN, who has a hand on her hip, a slight sneer on her lips, then back to Izana, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“You invited me over, remember?” He says in a teasing tone, though he looks away when you scoff before heading to your kitchen.

“That was before you pissed me off, so please get out. Bestie and I are gonna watch some movies to destress from this hellish final exam week, and I’d appreciate it if no one killed our vibe,” You turn to give him a smile, he can tell it’s forced, and he hates it, “You had something to do with Shin anyway, right?”

Ouch.

“Yeah… I… lied about that….” Bestie pays even more attention now, seeing how you bite your lip to hold yourself back. They know just how mean you can be, but you’re holding back because Izana is a good friend of yours, family, really.

“No shit,” You can’t help but let out as you look at Izana, “I texted Shin as soon as you sent me that excuse. He was confused even more than me, but I covered for your ass and said I was gonna pull a prank on you but changed my mind.”

Double the ouch.

“YN listen-”

“Izana,” You sigh deeply, “Please leave. If whatever you’re hiding from me is that big you can’t tell me, then fine. So be it. I just want to chill with bestie right now and forget about it. Can you please just go home?”

“I’ll tell you,” Three simple words make you look up at him with glossy eyes, and he hates it because he knows he’s the cause of it, “Just give me a bit of your time, alright?”

You swallow nervously but slowly nod your head. “Fine… but bestie stays. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell them too.”

“Alright…”

I’m so fucking dead, Izana thinks, already sensing his impending doom.

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Bestie sits next to you on the loveseat as Izana sits on the recliner, playing with the bracelets on his wrists.

“What ‘club’ were you talking about, Izana?” You get right to the point, and Izana decides he doesn’t like that trait of yours for the moment. Meanwhile, bestie is on your phone, reading the previous conversation over the texts you had with Izana so they can understand more what’s going on.

“Don’t… don’t be mad, okay?” Izana sighs, combing his hair back with his hand, “Okay, don’t be too mad.”

“No promises,” Bestie answers for you, all caught up and already irked.

“Spit it out, Izana. If not, then get out. I have movies to watch,” Again, honest and quick.

Izana stalls as much as he can before even he can’t take the glare bestie sends his way, “There may or may not be… three simps in your ‘club’... not including that celebrity of yours.”

“Keep Haji out of this. Who the fuck is in this ‘simp club’ beside Ran? Because last time I checked, he was the only one remotely ‘simping’,” You’re annoyed, he can tell, but he can’t tell if it’s at him or the situation.

“I mean, usually I would say YN should feel honored, but something about this is fishy, and I don’t like it either,” Bestie adds on, making YN nod, “It can’t be that bad, right Izana?” They’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bestie figures who one of the other simps are (thanks to them being there on the confession scene), but who could be the third? “This is just being blown out of proportion, right? For all we know, it’s just people from uni who are too scared to say anything, and Izana is using it as blackmail.”

I wish that were the case; Izana internally dramatically cries.

“Uh… yeah no….” He knows Mikey will kill him, Baji even, but Izana is weak for his sisters. “Well, there’s Baji-”

“What?” Your eyes are wide, confused, and lost for words.

Bestie is the one who laughs, but it’s mean, taunting, “Stop fucking with us, Izana. Baji broke up with her. I was there when Mikey beat his ass, and Baji said nothing except say he was over YN. That’s impossible.”

“It’s not,” Izana looks YN in the eye after taking a deep breath, “YN, listen to me. I’ll tell you everything, okay? Just be patient with me.”

And so you are, but with every word he lets out, your chest aches even more. Izana tells you how they were all friends with Baji again after Shinichiro made them talk it out. How Mikey was able to halt Baji for a moment when he confessed his feelings for you. How they were all in a group chat without bestie and you because ‘it was funny at the time’. He tells you everything he can but excludes your mother and the private investigator. He wants to at least protect you from that until they can do more against it. That and he knows you’re hurt enough as is. So he tells you the truth (kind of).

There’s quick rage in your eyes when bestie confirms Mikey’s confession about you, making your best friend apologize profusely, but you can understand that. Mikey’s feelings weren’t theirs to tell, you get that. If anything, you’re pissed you’re hearing it from Izana’s mouth instead of Mikey’s own.

Then everything starts settling in your head, making it hurt even more.

“S-So wait…” All the feelings inside you make you unable to just sit and listen anymore. You start pacing in your living room as you struggle to take everything in, “Let me get this straight-” Bestie stands with you to put a hand on your shoulder and squeezes lightly to ease your nerves a bit, not wanting you to break down already. You give a weak nod as bestie now looks at Izana, who sits on the couch nervously.

“You’ve all made up with Baji since the fight?” Bestie asks.

“...Yes.”

You practically already know the answer, but you need to confirm. Your voice is quiet and trembling with anxiety, “Who do you mean by all? Who all knows about this?”

“Everyone YN…” He feels his heart crack with the tears in your eyes, “My siblings… the usual menaces….”

“E-Even-”

“Kakucho and the Haitani’s too….”

“O-Oh.”

Izana stands up to walk closer to you, but you only take a step back. “YN I’m so sorry-”

“No. Stop,” You shake your head, “You all knew how much this Baji thing was killing me inside. You all knew how much I just wanted some proper closure, and I know you can’t force him to give me that but-” Your hands are clenched at your sides, shaking, “But none of you had the fucking maturity to at least tell me you all made up with him?”

“YN-”

“Was playing me like a fool fun for you guys?”

Izana looks at you dumbfounded, “What? We never thought you were a fool YN-”

“Well, I sure fucking feel like one!” Even bestie winces as you finally let out that pent-up anger that’s slowly been growing inside you since the breakup. “I’ve done practically nothing but cry and self-loathe since he broke up with me. Almost made all of you hate and exclude him. Only to find out you all made up with him– forgive him… y-yet….” Your bottom lip trembles as you look at Izana, the tears in your eyes slowly gliding down your flushed cheeks, “W-Why can’t I get an apology?”

“YN I-”

You wipe away the tears on your face with the back of your hand in vain because more tears simply replace them, “I appreciate you telling me the truth now, Izana… e-even if you didn’t want to begin with.” The realization starts to hit you, and you can only cry more. You were a horrible friend, weren’t you? Practically manipulating Izana to spill the truth to you and now look at what happened. They say karma’s a bitch, right? You guess you deserved this. “I-I’m sorry, Izana… I’m so sorry-”

Izana shakes his head, not understanding why you’re apologizing. He wishes he could make you stop crying. He hates seeing you like this, “YN, you have nothing to apologize for. I know we fucked up, but I swear that it wasn’t to hurt you. We never thought you were stupid or oblivious. It was c-cute if anything-”

The sob that bubbles out your mouth has Izana frozen in his spot as bestie immediately wraps their arms around you, shushing you quietly as they hold your head to their shoulder. There’s frustration in bestie’s eyes but mostly disappointment as they look over at Izana, “Can you please leave?” Izana opens his mouth to rebuttal, but when bestie’s e/c eyes furrow into a glare, he zips right up. Despite the frustration bestie feels about seeing you so broken down yet again, they mouth a ‘thank you’ to Izana, surprising him.

Izana nods slowly before making his way out of your apartment, his heart hurting even more as he hears what you cry.

“A-Am I just not worth it?”

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pretending you’re not his s/o. [1]

A/n: happy Thursday!! whew, the week is almost over thank goodness. I hope you’re all doing well and thank you for being patient while I knock out these requests <333 Scaramouche’s is long for obvious reasons (I simp) ALSO thank you for 800 followers, I hit that milestone yesterday ahagdwcsh omg I’m growing so much wtf. thank you all :) <33 

Summary: the boys having to pretend their s/o is their secretary, maid, friend, etc. (someone other than their s/o)

Parings: Childe/Reader, Venti/Reader, Kaeya/Reader, Diluc/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Aether/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Chongyun/Reader, Xingqiu/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Razor/Reader, Bennett/Reader, Zhongli (fem and gn mixed)

Warnings: violence tbh (in Scara’s especially chile), swearing, crack, angst?, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Requested by bestie @mintydump​ 

Refuses (tells people you’re his s/o and compromises the mission)

Childe: for some odd reason, he was sent out by the Tsaritsa to retrieve a man who was impersonating one of the eleven harbingers and you were to go along. she said men were much more willing to follow along, if there was a beautiful woman promising affection, etc. the only problem was, to win over the impersonator, you had to pretend to be Childe’s co-worker. he hated this idea, and the minute he left, he reassured you he would not call you his partner unless it was romantically. so hell yeah, he’ll compromise the mission and will return without the impersonator. he does not care, you’re not his co-worker. he’ll just be like, “sorry, next time send me alone.”

Venti: jean why... ofc you'd be great company duh, but why did you need to be his babysitter on this expedition?!? sure, Venti may look like a child, but this was stupid! he’s loose-lipped anyways, so he’ll accidentally let it slip to whoever that you’re not his babysitter and that you’re his s/o. he’ll be like, “oops.” with the biggest shit-eating grin. he doesn’t care though, you’re not his babysitter grrr. 

Razor: he also accidentally lets it slip you’re his s/o. hunters were after him and his friends, you included (you’re human, he considers you family though, therefore wolf) and he just yells, “don’t touch my mate, GRRR” before ya know, ending them lmao. it never crossed his mind that maybe it wasn’t in his/your best interest to say what you were to him. other hunters could be nearby listening and then target you at a later date. but, tbh he will worry about that another day. as long as you’re safe now, he’ll always be there to protect you. 

Refuses (he doesn’t refuse the mission, but he refuses calling you someone other than his s/o/he won’t say if you’re his s/o or not.) 

Kaeya: he definitely won’t be calling you anything other than his s/o but he also won’t offer this mission to anyone else. he’s more than capable and he can do this without you having to be in danger too. if someone asks who you are, he’ll just cooly respond with, “none of your business.” and move on. he’ll use that whenever someone asks who you are. even if someone gets a little pushy, he won’t use anything to clue them of your relationship.

Xingqiu: he was supposed to borrow steal a book from someone. he needed it for personal purposes lol; it would be great for his collection. and from his understanding, the person who has it wasn’t using it. though you were confused on why he needed to break into somewhere to retrieve it. you just happened to be with him when he broke in, he says it was an accident that you were there, but tbh it’s all part of the thrill and his mischievousness. despite Chongyun warning him that he shouldn’t have brought you, he still did. and when the person who owns the book whips out a sword and then asks why you were brought along if you seemed timid and unreluctant to steal, Xingqiu’s response is, “well she’s my girlfriend! duh.” cue deadpan. legit no hesitation.

Scaramouche: this mission is happening no matter what. the Tsaritsa’s life is on the line; highly trained assassins from all over Teyvat were sent into Snezhnayan territory to kill her. she could protect herself, but Scaramouche was feeling feverish for battle; he was one of the more unhinged and dangerous harbingers, she entrusted this task upon him. he never turned down a mission. plus, it’s your fault you’re even here. why are you here again!? he left you home in Inazuma days ago. also... who the hell was looking after your daughter if not you...?? when you caught up with him once he was well away from Liyue Harbor’s docks (so he couldn’t force you to get back onto the ship, smart) you told him you weren’t some housewife and you missed the thrill of adventure, so you snuck on the ship too. he wasn’t sure how you got on in the first place without alerting The Kanjobugyo (you’ve snuck out before, so he’s told them not to let you leave, though he assumed you used your former title of a Fatui to gain clearance) let’s just say he’s not happy you’re here, but he’s not turning back now, he’s determined to end this. in the end, he kills all the assassins (ofc). on your way back to Liyue Harbor, arguing about why you’re here (you’re losing), another assassin comes out of the shadows; intent on killing the both of you. he’d managed to grab the end of your hair in his fist and was going to slit your throat. Scaramouche will say, “don’t touch my wife, you insolent scum.” he doesn’t have a problem telling those who have a death wish of your intimate relationship, because they’ll die in the end anyway; therefore to him, it’d be like they never knew. 

Zhongli: not many people know you’re his s/o anyways, so if he has something to do, especially dangerous you’re not coming along. he’ll make sure of that. on missions or something, he refuses to call you anything other than his s/o, but if he can’t/wants to keep it private he’ll call you by your name. if you’re facing off against someone, he’ll be like, “y/n, please watch out, I’ll handle this.” he never wants to put you in danger, and tbh even someone threatening who knows your name is a risk, but if they ever found out that you were not only his s/o but the s/o of an Archon? yeah, you’d be on a hit list just like him. 

Accepts (he will do this and won’t ask any questions)

Diluc: sorry y’all, but once this is discussed in full and you agree, he’s going to accept it. this mission is important. it’s not often people travel into Inazuma, so he was very lucky his wine is sold there and that he has a popular, well-known name. shipments of his wine weren’t making it into the borders and he was to find the culprit behind it; someone was stealing obviously. you were to go along with a few other soldiers and when jean told him it would be safer to call you his maid and not his fiancé, he agreed. you wouldn’t be a target that way. if anyone wonders why he took his maid, he’ll just say, “she’s to travel everywhere with me.” don’t worry, after the missions over he’ll reassure you he doesn’t think of you as his maid, definitely not. he’ll apologize profusely. “please don’t think of yourself that way, you’re not my maid, I adore you very much, sweetheart.”

Xiao: he already doesn’t go around calling you his wife or telling just anyone, only the Archons know and the fallen Yaksha once knew (you’re one of the female Yaksha) so being talked into this wasn’t a big deal at all. before, he didn’t run around Liyue telling people about your relationship because you both enjoyed the privacy. but now, having to call you his fellow Yaksha who’s been working alongside him for centuries, kinda feels like he’s ignoring or not acknowledging you. sure, you do hold the same titles (Yaksha) and yes you’ve known eachother for centuries, but really, you’ve been together for centuries. if you’re not bothered, then he doesn’t mind. but if you are? he’s very apologetic and will repay you in some way. “you’re not a weakling, you have no reason to worry.” he needs to do this task, he’ll never turn away from the people and if you have to be known as your Yaksha title to him and others, so be it. 

Chongyun: it’s not that he doesn’t want to call you his s/o. it’s just he’s a quiet guy and never has told anyone about your relationship; only Xingqiu knows. so he has no problem introducing you as his friend to absolute strangers, especially if you’re okay with it. if you’re not and tell him, he’ll be sure to never call you a friend again. he’s really looking out for your safety, people can be two-faced as he’s learned from Xingqiu’s fantasy books. he wants to protect and keep you safe, and if you need to be addressed as his friends a few times then that’s how it’s going to go. 

Accepts (he’ll accept but he has so many questions on why and hates it)

Albedo: he will accept if there’s a logical reason. for example, if you absolutely need to come because you’re his assistant or something and can offer your expertise, he will accept. but if you have no need? you’re not coming, please stay home. the whole time, he hates this. yes, you’re his assistant irl, but you’re his s/o, not just an assistant. it makes him sick that he has to call you that tbh, even if it’s your occupation. but it’s necessary for a lot of reasons you two have already discussed. after the mission is complete, he’s never going to stop apologizing. “love, please do not take what I said to heart, you’re not just an assistant.”

Aether: he has to be talked into this a lot. once kaeya and jean tell him the seriousness and importance of seeing his sister again, especially after all they’ve discovered about her, he’ll agree. no matter how much he hates calling you his travel partner, he has to. his sister has turned to the dark side for whatever reason and this meeting already is risky enough. if she finds out you’re his girlfriend, who knows how she’ll react; she’s very unpredictable now, a little unhinged even. but it does hurt to have to call you that, let’s be real. he never wants to say or hear that ever again.

Bennett: he knows he’s quite unfortunate, so you going with him on expeditions is just stupid and you could face something awful due to his bad luck. you go either way though, what a good s/o :) he almost slips a few times, especially facing off against a few lowlife Fatui. but then you remind him of the dangers of doing that and you’re immediately just a friend/member of Benny's Adventure Team. pls, he hates this so much, like why can’t he call you what you are?!? he’s constantly like, “well why can’t I just say you’re my s/o already? they won’t harm you as long as I’m here!” ?!?!?!? HE JUST DID?!?!?!?!

2.25.21, rayofsunas