#it’s not even funny how he has the most links on my masterlist. it’s already twice the number of the other characters hngngg

[jessamine-rose]

*holds head in hands*

…..Y’all are seeing this, right?? ( ・∇・)

What is up with Dottore inspiring me to write for him during the holidays?? Wym this has been going on for three years in a row—

*sigh* Do y’all want to predict which holiday-themed Dottore hc/fic I’ll write in 2025 :’>

[watchmegetobsessed]

NOW AND FOREVER (part 2)

A/N: these two got stuck in my head and seemingly in yours as well, so lets see some more of them! part 1 is linked under the summary if you haven't read it!

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

PAIRING: princess!reader x guard!harry

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: To be eligible for the throne, you need to get married. The past few years have been dedicated to finding a king for you, but now that you're secretly dating your guard, these attempts are a bit more complicated than before.

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There’s that scene in The Princess Diaries when they are choosing a possible husband out of a slide show for Mia. You used to find it funny when you were younger and made jokes to your parents that you want to do it too. They laughed, but exchanged a look you didn’t understand back then. 

Now you do.

There are two requirements you need to meet to take the throne. The first one is to be at least 25 years old. That box has been ticked for three years now, the real problem is the second one. Because as outdated that law in the movies was, it is your reality. You have to be married, you can’t take the throne without a man. 

As a teenager you didn’t think much of it, because you pictured yourself to meet a handsome prince, marry him and then become queen, easy as it is. But as you grew older and dating was proven to be impossible as a princess, anxiety and panic started to set in that you’d end up in an arranged marriage just to become eligible for ruling Eroda. 

Then came Harry, you fell for him and he fell for you, but it just complicated things even more, because he is not from royal blood, not even close to being an aristocrat, therefore you can never marry him. 

For the past few years most of the social events you’ve attended had a not so hidden second purpose: finding a husband. 

Never ending rounds of introductions to single men, awkward chatting that ended up in asking you out on a date that you declined politely most of the time, followed by a sermon from your father about needing to settle soon, because he is not getting younger and you need to be eligible for the throne as soon as possible. You always tried your best to just ignore him, but ever since you and Harry have become an item secretly it’s been extremely hard to hold your tongue and not tell him that you have found the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, but he can’t be king, because he is your guard. 

It’s such an impossible situation and you have no idea where it’s going to lead. 

Now it’s another one of those occasions, the opening of the Spring Festival is just another opportunity to fill up the palace’s ballroom with all kinds of single men from around the country and even outside as well. 

You know people are filling up the room already while you’re still in your suite. Your hair is done, makeup perfect, wearing a gown that costs probably way more than you feel comfortable with, but you’re never informed about how expensive your outfits are. 

You’ll be announced in about fifteen minutes, walk down the stairs for the millionth time and start your rounds. You’d rather jump out the window than to meet all those people, but you have no choice. 

There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you call out and you see Harry step inside from the mirror. He is wearing his usual black suit, looking polished and threatening at the same time, but not to you. You see the man he is behind his thick walls, because there’s a door on that wall, just for you, wide open. 

The door clicks behind him and he watches you turn around, his gaze runs down the length of your body and then up to your face again. 

“Should I change?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at him teasingly.

“Do you want the honest or the brutally honest answer?”

Your lips stretch into a smile as you start to cross the room slowly, walking towards him while he remains standing in his spot.

“Both. The honest first.”

“You look stunning,” he replies, his eyes soft and loving. You stop just a few inches away from him.

“And the brutally honest one?”

There’s a short pause, you catch his eyes slip down to your chest and waist again before returning.

“I want to lock you in here and not let you close any men out there. I wish I could mark you mine.”

He knows how to turn you on within seconds with just a few words. He knows so well how much you like it when he gets possessive, ready to show it to the world that you belong to him and only him. 

A shaky breath leaves your lips and just when you reach up to grab him by his neck there’s another knock on the door. forcing you to take a step back instead. 

“Come in!” you answer when there’s enough distance between you and Harry, though your heart is still pounding in your chest as if it’s about to jump out and right into Harry’s hands. 

Head of security, Clarke steps into the suite.

“Her Royal Highness, you’re expected to appear in ten minutes,” he informs you with a polite nod.

“Styles just arrived to walk me over. Thank you.”

The two men exchange a look before Clarke walks out. Taking a deep breath you turn to face Harry.

“Ready?”

“Sure,” you huff, earning a tiny smirk from him before he opens the door, but as you walk past him he stops you just for a split second to whisper into your ear.

“Mine,” is all he says and you keep walking as if that one word didn’t just make your knees wobble.

You use the walk to the ballroom to get your thoughts straight and not imagine how Harry would peel you out of this dress if you had some privacy…

They announce you and  every pair of eyes are glued to you as you walk down the stairs and join the crowd. Endless rounds of introduction, the smile is frozen on your face and your feet are already sore from the heels, but you ignore the pain. 

It always amazes you how uninteresting the men you meet are. How they can’t hold a conversation that doesn’t make you claw your eyes out. Thirty seconds into the chit-chat and you’re already planning your escape usually. 

Tonight however there is one exception. 

His name is Magnus, some kind of relative of the Swedish royal family, you don’t really care to be honest. At first he seemed just another one of the boring puppets, but he soon proved to actually have a personality and your status didn’t stop him from showing it. 

His almost inappropriate, a bit risky jokes are what keep you sane tonight. He just knows what makes you laugh and he has a great timing dropping his silent comments that are only meant for you. 

“I think I’ll have a little break,” you tell him after a rather long conversation with some old baron you know you’ve seen a couple of times already, but can’t remember his name, only that he is always oddly curious about the neckline of your dress. 

“I’ll be around here, dodging questions about my father’s political choices.”

You smile with a nod and then look around to find Harry. He is not far away, by a window, his eyes already glued to you when you make your way towards him.

“Bathroom break,” you announce to him with a smile, expecting to see that hidden glimmer in his eyes as usual, because this is always the time when you steal a few intimate moments, but he is different now. Something is off.

He nods without a word and escorts you out of the room. In those few minutes you go back to your suite you try to figure out what could have happened since you parted ways that could upset him this much. As always, he opens the door for you, one guard stays outside and he comes in with you. 

He plants himself by the door, his hands clasped together in front of him as he keeps a straight face. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He looks at you just for a second before turning his gaze towards the window, his jaw flexes and your worry just grows, you haven’t seen him this upset in a long time. 

“Nothing is wrong,” he answers, but you both know it’s not true.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, Harry. Just once more. What is wrong?”

Slowly, his eyes move back to you and for a moment, you forget to breathe, they’re so intense and darker than ever, as if all that gorgeous greenness is gone from them. 

“Your little date must be waiting for you, better hurry.”

Amusement settles on your face and you can’t stop yourself from letting a laugh slip out. 

“That’s your problem? Magnus?” His lips twitch at his name, but he doesn’t reply. “Harry, you know this is what’s expected from me. I have to pretend like I want to get to know the men out there.”

“I bet you didn’t have to pretend much when he came into the picture.”

“What are you talking about?!” you let out another frustrated laugh. You know he tends to get jealous, but you’ve never seen this side of him before. 

“You seemed to enjoy his company a lot out there.”

“Because he is not a boring asshole like most of the men I’m usually introduced to.”

“Great. You two will look good as king and queen.”

You know he doesn’t mean it, that he is just pissed and feels helpless in our situation, but in this moment you simply can’t see over the nasty fog of anger. 

“Oh you think so too? I agree,” is all you say before you march into your bathroom and shut the door closed. 

There’s no more talking as you walk back to the ballroom, but even the blind could see the tension between the two of you. You catch the other guard that came with you giving Harry a puzzled look, but he didn’t dare to ask. 

“Magnus!” you call out to him, making your way straight to him upon arriving when you spot him by a table. You can feel Harry’s burning gaze on your back, but tonight you’re in the mood to be petty. 

“Your Royal Highness, you’re back!” he smiles brightly. 

He is handsome, that’s for sure. Has great manners and an even greater sense of humor. The more you talk to him the more you think that you might be able to develop feelings for him in some years, or at least enough to live beside him in peace.

But those feelings would never live up to the love and passion you have for Harry. 

You’re still angry at him, for how childish he was and thought that anyone could stand a chance when he’s in your life. 

As the evening carries on your anger eases, though you’re still upset with him, you just want to be alone with him finally, touch him, kiss him, hear him call your name. 

Magnus asks you out at the end of the night and you politely decline, he doesn’t seem offended, maybe a bit disappointed, but he masks it well. You say your rounds of goodbye and then finally make your way back to your suite, Harry walking right beside you. 

The tension has somewhat lessened, but the vibes are still not the usual. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, if he is still as upset as before or he has cooled down, his face is so blank it irks you. Arriving at the suite you look at him, searching for any sign or feeling in his eyes, but they look back at you completely empty. So you walk in and lock yourself in your bathroom with trembling lips. 

Normally Harry would sneak in later at night, but this time you don’t expect him to show up. Hoping to burn the feelings tonight left behind, you take a hot bath and try to carry on as if nothing happened, even though Harry is all you can think about. 

Is it possible this is how things will end between the two of you? That this stupid little jealousy game is enough to pull you apart? You start to spiral heavily when you step out of the steamed up bathroom, but all your thoughts disappear the moment you notice you’re not alone.

Harry is sitting on the edge of your bed, still wearing his suit from tonight, but his black tie is gone and the top few buttons are undone on his perfectly white shirt. Unsure about where you’re standing and if he is still angry at you for the whole Magnus thing, you just stop halfway over to the bed, wrapped only in a silky robe. 

For a while he just sits there, staring at you, silent and unreadable and right when you’re about to speak, he stands up and starts walking towards you, slowly, his eyes locked with yours. You’re waiting for him to say something, maybe lash out on you, or apologize, practically anything, because his silence is pure torture. 

He stops right in front of you, if you took a deep breath your chest would be touching his, but he is still just staring down at you without a single word. 

And you break.

“Harry, I–”

He doesn’t let you finish, instead, his lips smash against yours, one hand on the back of your neck, the other one grabbing your jaw as he moves forward, pushing you to move with him until your back hits the wall, his whole body pressed against you as he kisses you like never before. 

He’s been rough with you before, but not like this. He is devouring your lips with the raw passion he had to hold back all evening, watching you parade around with another man while he wished he could show everyone in the room who you belong to. 

You both are in a rush, he is practically tearing your robe off your body while you’re ridding him of his clothes in a frenzy. You don’t even get to pull his shirt off entirely and his pants are just pooling around his ankles when brings your legs around his waist and thrusts his throbbing cock into you, only to freeze once he’s buried deep inside you.

You both gasp, lips smearing against each other as you stare back at each other, savoring the feeling of being as physically close as possible finally. The events of tonight have turned, they are now a force between the two of you, pulling you closer and closer until you’re melted together as one. 

You grab his face, tightening your legs around his waist as you breathe his name into his mouth before he starts moving. 

He starts off slow, but he is quick to fasten his pace, your gasps fill the room and you’re thankful your whole suite is soundproof, just like almost all rooms in the palace. It’s the only reason why you could have been in a similar situation in the library, the guest room in the west wing and your study. 

You’re tugging his hair and clawing at his back while he pounds into you relentlessly. At one point, most likely to muffle his moans, he bites into your shoulder and you faintly feel him sucking on the skin, but you’re just too gone to even realize what he is doing. 

He is kissing you so hard your teeth are clashing as he comes, his movements fall out of his fast paced rhythm for a bit, but then he keeps going for you.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me, come on my cock,” he urges you, knowing you’re close too. “I know you’re there, I can feel you so tight around my cock, just give it to me.”

A few more rough thrust and you’re whining out his name, your orgasm spreading through your whole body in waves. He fucks you through it and only stops when he’s sure you’ve given him everything. 

You stay like that, his cock buried inside you, his body pressing you up against the wall, foreheads resting against each other as you both try to catch your breath. When he pulls back you follow his eyes to your shoulder and see the reddish-purple mark he left on you. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he breathes out as he lets your legs down, your feet returning to the floor but he keeps an arm around your waist, knowing you probably don’t have much energy to stand on your own, his other hand comes up to your shoulder and he runs his fingers over the mark.

“It’s fine, I have makeup that covers anything,” you smirk at him. Secretly, you wish he’d let himself loose like this more often, you love seeing his mark on yourself. 

You catch his face falling before he speaks again.

“And I’m sorry for tonight.”

You couldn’t be angry at him anymore, not even if you tried. The tenderness is back in his eyes and he is the Harry you love so much again. 

“I’m sorry too.”

“No, you have nothing to apologize for,” he shakes his head. “You did nothing wrong, just… talked to a guy whose company was nice, after all those events full of assholes you always have to put up with. I was… jealous, because he got to be with you the way I want to.”

It stings in your chest, his confession hits hard now that it was said out loud, even though deep down you knew he felt like that, because you did too. You wished it could have been him. 

With a gentle touch, you take his face between your hands and pull him in for a soft kiss. 

“I know you know it, just probably forget it sometimes, but I’ll say it. No matter who they try to set me up with or how many princes and barons they throw into my way, I will only love and belong to you. Now and forever.”

You intentionally use his words and it seems to strengthen the message, you notice the tears in his eyes and you feel your throat closing up as well when you pull him in for another kiss, this time it’s longer and more passionate. You can taste his words on his tongue: I love you too.

When he pulls back you see the glimmer in his eyes, but then they disappear in a second. 

“What’s wrong?” He shakes his head. “Harry, talk to me, please,” you beg him, pushing his hair back.

“It’s just… You’ll have to marry one day. You can’t be queen without marrying someone and I… I can’t be…”

He doesn’t want to say it out loud, as if it would make it more real, even though it’s as real as it could get.

“We’ll figure it out. I promise,” you tell him, running the pad of your thumb over his eyebrow, as if you wanted to memorize every feature of his face. When he looks into your eyes you know he doesn’t believe you, but he just nods. You don’t want to let him go like this, to end tonight on such a bitter note. “So… you’d want to marry me? You’re saying you would willingly have me as your wife?”

You see the switch in his eyes and the way the corners of his mouth curl up makes you lightheaded in a second.

“Did I say that?”

“You very much implied, yes,” you grin at him. “I’m surprised you’d want to put up with my big mouth and attitude, you get the most of them, because I can’t act up in public. Wouldn’t you get fed up with me after a while?” you ask teasingly.

“Mm, don’t let it get to your head, but I love your big mouth and attitude.” Leaning down his lips are now brushing against yours, but he is not kissing you just yet. “Especially… your mouth and everything it can do,” he adds in a whisper before finally sucking on your bottom lip. 

He pulls you away from the wall and starts walking you towards the bed and you just smile widely against his mouth as you willingly move with him until you both fall into your bed and make the best out of the little time he gets to spend with you before he needs to sneak out.

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[wayfayrr]

hey uh. if requests r open. would it b possible to request a follow up to that self-aware-twi fic. if not thats ok i just wanted u to know i havent stopped thinking about it since i read it. altered my brain chemistry, touch-starved twilight princess link my beloved, etc etc. ur writing is top-tier <3<3<3

I think the best part about this ask is - I've had this written since early January. I actually wrote part two as a birthday gift for a good friend of mine @glowyskull <33

So this is more just me finally posting it sfbgdfbgdb. it's also funny to think that the twilight fic is my most popular fic now considering how the self aware au really started as just a really guiltily self indulgent fic - something fun to write that I didn't think could get as big as it did on my blog. and I'm glad that you liked it so much <333 whimpery touch starved twilight princess link is just so AUGH love him so

[masterlist]

“Oh you’re finally wakin up then darlin’.”

“...hmm?”

“C’mon darlin’, you can’t have forgotten what happened earlier already? Can you? Your fever - cold isn’t that bad so you can't have…”

Who’s rambling… and why does it sound so familiar?  Wait does that mean - is everything that happened earlier all real then, did link really crawl out of my tv just because he was lonely. Because I left him there, left him all on his own to rot in his own solitude. 

“Link? You - that - everything was real then? All of it?”

“All of it darlin’, from how I got out to how I’m never gonna leave ya.”

“Huh..? I could’ve sworn that you didn’t even mention anything like that…”

“Mhm, well you’re ill and still a little out of it darlin’ so you probably just forgot, you did agree though.” 

It does sound like something that I would agree to, I mean I’m the reason that he’s sentient. It would be cruel of me to throw him to the other wolves, he isn’t from here but besides even that, he isn’t from here. He doesn’t know how this world works, it would be worse than sending a dog to a shelter. It would be his death sentence for certain, and after all that I put him through for a simple pause in playing. The way he’s petting my hair like this though, it’s enough to simply just wash the rest of my worries away, if I could I would spend the rest of my life right here easily.  

“About your illness though, do you have any red potion anywhere?” 

“No, no things like that don’t exist here link and the painkillers I have aren’t worth moving for.” 

“If you’re sure… I’ll go and get them for you the second you change your mind.”    

“You don’t even know where I keep them.” 

His hand paused at that, causing me to let out an involuntary whine. I couldn’t even think to stop it with how it slipped out instantly, which he seemed fond of. Cuddling me closer to his chest and resting his head on top of mine, with what felt like a giant smile on his face. 

“I can look for them, It’s not like I won’t need to learn where everything is now that I’m living with ya… besides I’ve already put you through so much stress when you’re not well.”

“You didn’t mean to link, how could you have known I was sick?”

“...I don’t know - I just - it shouldn’t have been hard to know with how you looked when you opened the game. I’m sorry love I just wasn’t even thinking I just wanted to be out, but I should’ve been more considerate to you.”

With how silent he is in the game you could never have guessed how much he likes to ramble, it’s the second or third time it’s happened since he crawled out of the glas- the glass. Are his bandages holding up, he seems fine but he’s not from here, any infection could be deadly. He wouldn’t even see it coming with how much he’s fawning over my comfort right now. 

“Link?” “Yes, darlin’?”

Oh wow, he - well he’s whipped already. Is it real love or has all that time trapped alone twisted him into this. I’d look into getting him therapy but… if he mentioned the truth then it would be a matter of seconds until he’d be diagnosed with something inaccurate. No one. No one at all would ever believe that a video game character actually broke out of their game - especially not someone like Link falling for an exhausted student like me.

“Are you feeling alright? You have so many cuts and wounds right now.”

“It’s nothing that’s worse than anything else I’ve ever had. They do feel more real though.”

“...real?”

“They feel like real wounds, not something that could be healed away in seconds and they’re just tiny scrapes.”He sounds so giddy as he’s talking about being hurt - it’s unnerving when he starts holding me even tighter when he’s saying it. I don’t think I’m ever going to be getting away from him ever again… if I wanted to. Why shouldn’t I take a chance at having a relationship though. He cares about me - he really does even if it’s unhinged - it would be so nice to come home to him, to be able to spoil him and be spoilt by him. Even being held like this feels so unreal, so impossible that I shouldn’t be here with him. So much so that I want to stay here and fall back asleep without any argument. Didn’t he even say he wanted to be my lover? Why look over a gift too closely?

[myfictionaldreams]

You Belong To Me // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: These girls knew you were dating Steve and Bucky, so why is it that they thought it was ok to have their hands all over them?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, smut/angst/fluff, Dom/Sub, role reversal, possessive sex, jealousy, threats of violence, size difference, car sex, rough sex, riding, multiple orgasms, cum shots, creampies, breeding kink (kinda), handjobs, oral (m and f receiving), body worship, praise kink, marking, begging

Words: 8.9k

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“A strong woman may remain silent when people talk behind her back. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t notice. It simply means she chooses not to waste her energy on foolishness. She has more important things to do”. ~ A quote by someone much stronger than you that was for damn sure.

Anger was an emotion that you didn’t experience often and why would you? You were in a happy and safe relationship with two of the most powerful men in Brooklyn, the biggest inconvenience in your life was whether you had pasta or potato for dinner.

Today however, you felt an unstoppable rage that curled in the pit of your stomach, your blood pumping violently through your veins as it felt like you hadn’t blinked in over 10 minutes, jaw now aching from how hard you were clenching it.

“You look like you’re about to rip someone’s head off, Boss Lady. Do I need to be worried?” Sam Wilson asks as he leans against the bar next to the stool you were currently sitting on.

You didn’t rush to reply to your bodyguard, instead lifting the glass you held firmly in your grip to your lips, sipping the alcohol that was strong enough that it burned as it passed down your throat and into the infernal rage in your stomach. Your nostrils flared as you rested your glass back into your lap, trying to take a deep breath as you watched the scene in front of you.

There were two of them. Two women that knew that Steve and Bucky were both your partners, in fact, you’d been introduced to them as Mrs Rogers-Barnes as per Steve’s request, even though you weren’t married, it was just his way of showing who you belonged to. Especially as you were in public and there was nothing more public than the party you were all attending as guests for Steve’s good friend and ally Thor.

The blonde, long-haired giant was very much a lady's man and seemed to have invited half of the female population of Brooklyn. Not that this was an issue, it was actually nice to spend some time with women as you spent so much time around dangerous men and you also felt confident with Steve and Bucky around women, they never even glanced away from you, EVER.

So this was why you had left with Sam to go and get another drink, already enjoying the alcoholic buzz in your veins and wishing for it to continue, however, this gave the perfect opportunity for these two women to flock to your boys.

It had been funny at first, seeing them being completely ignored by your two hulking boyfriends, their back turning as soon as the two girls approached. But this didn’t seem to affect their confidence, persistence and audacity to then lay hands against Bucky’s arm and Steve’s back. This was where you had reached your limit and then when they physically pushed between your boyfriends so they had to look at the girls, well now you were seeing red.

Steve and Bucky were YOURS. Even though you could see them continue to try and move away, how dare these girls, - who knew that the boys were taken - continued to flirt and talk and touch what was yours and just how far they would actually go to get the boy's attention, you didn’t want to find out.

Finishing your drink in a single swig, you placed your glass back onto the bar, slightly surprised that it didn’t smash with the force in which you placed it, before sliding down from the stool. However, a firm hand wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movements as you turned your violent gaze away from the girls and up to Sam.

“What?!”, you asked, voice dripping with poison and promises of fury. Sam’s eyes widen slightly having never heard this tone from you before and you instantly felt remorseful, muscles in your shoulders relaxing slightly, “sorry”, you apologised for your tone.

“I know you’ve got some evil mastermind plan to go over there and whack them one, but don’t do anything out of anger. I’m more than happy to shoot my way out of a situation for you but we’re in a room half filled with gang members that won’t hesitate to shoot if there’s suddenly a fight”.

You released a heavy sigh knowing he was right as you glanced back at the girls, seeing them laughing obnoxiously whilst trying to push their bodies closer to your boys who still continued to try and step away. “Fuck, I want to punch them so badly”, you huffed under your breath.

Sam chuckled deeply, having never seen you this angry before, usually in these sorts of situations you’d be completely overwhelmed, anxious and upset. Clearly, the alcohol was acting as a liquid courage, your anxieties were pushed to the back of your mind.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do”, Sam continued, feeling uncomfortable with the way the girls were acting, noticing the way Natasha was now trying to move them away as she was the boy’s bodyguard. “I’m sure that Boss and Bucky would love nothing more than to see you be their knight in shining armour but I’m just saying - be careful for me… please? Make my life a little easier”, he joked, not letting go of your arm as he tried to catch your eye.

The corner of your lip quipped up slightly, looking up at him, his kind eyes meeting yours, “And what do you suppose I do? Let them continue to touch MY boyfriends? They’re mine!”

You’d never been this verbally possessive, never having been in this mindset before.

“You can do whatever you want Sweetheart and I’ll be there to back you up, no matter what, I’m just saying to take a breathe and think about what you’re doing”.

Sam was right, he always was so you took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth and straightened your spine. Sam seemed to believe that you’d calmed enough as he released the grip on your arm.

“You good?” he asked, resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a little shake.

“Yeah, I’m good”, you responded.

Turning on the spot, you looked back towards Steve and Bucky who were now looking at you with a quizzical expression, eyes brightening as you finally approached where they were. However you didn’t stop directly next to them, no, you strutted straight for the girls who were a few feet away now thanks to Natasha’s perseverance but they still looked over towards your boyfriends.

You hoped you looked as deadly as you felt, a sly smirk on your lips, shoulders rolled back as you stopped in front of the two girls who were taller than you but this didn’t knock your confidence, as you spoke loud enough that your voice cut through the music, keeping it in a sickly sweet tone. “I see the way you’re looking at them”, you pointed your head in the direction of Steve and Bucky who were watching the exchange intently, Natasha to their left with a proud smirk plastered to her beautiful face and you could feel Sam close behind you still.

The girls looked up and down your body, their eyes full of judgement and disdain, one of them sucked on their teeth, tilting her head to the side, “And who are you supposed to be?”

You looked her directly into her soulless eyes, “Oh you know exactly who I’m supposed to be”. This confidence was something you’d never experienced before, gone was the timid, highly anxious girl, when it came to your boyfriends, no one would get in the way of your protection even if they didn’t necessarily need it. To be disrespected in front of you with the lack of shits given by the two girls, you weren’t going to let them get away with it.

One of the girls, who sucked her teeth stepped forward so you were only a foot away from each other, “and why the fuck would we give a shit about that?”

You didn’t back down, stepping close enough that you could smell her rancid cheap perfume, the tips of her shoes grazing yours, “Because then you’d know that they are taken. Do you both understand what the means? Get. Fucking. Lost. They are mine”.

The girls both choked on a laugh, “You don’t fucking own them, maybe they want a taste of us, I can guarantee they’d be begging for more”.

Now it was your turn to laugh at the sheer audacity of these girls. It wasn’t a dainty laugh either, no, it was one that you had to hold your belly because of the ache, drawing other people’s attention from around you. Trying to take a deep breath to gather yourself, wiping away at the corner of your eye to the tears that had gathered there, you could see that your laughing had hit a nerve as both of their girls’ jaws were tensed.

Good, you thought. It wasn’t the part about ownership that had you laughing, in fact, Steve and Bucky had made it more than clear that you had their whole heart but it was the part about begging for more. All it would take was a single look and you knew your boyfriends would be begging for more, to touch your body, to kiss your lips, to hear your moans, these girl's naivety was truly baffling.

Returned to look them both in the eyes, your orbs flicking from one face to another as you returned to your natural calm, words spoken lowly with every ounce of promise that you could muster. “If you touch or even look at either of them again, I’ll break your fucking hands. You don’t know what the fuck I’m capable of”.

Turning on the spot, officially finished with the conversation, not allowing the fear of actually threatening someone to take over and thankfully the girls didn’t shout anything back. This was a small blessing because you were one more word away from upsetting Sam and punching the one closest straight in the throat.

The two bodyguards and more important, Steve and Bucky were watching with expressions you hadn’t really witnessed before. Nat and Sam looked almost proud of you with gleaming eyes and smirks across their faces. Whereas your boyfriends, well from the obvious tents in their suit trousers, there was lust as you’d never seen before, mouths gaped open as you approached them all.

“We’re leaving”, you stated matter of factly.

“Why?”, Bucky asked, his voice soft and he looked almost like he was in a trance.

Catching his eye as you replied, “Because if they look at you like that again, I’m going to fucking kill them both”.

Not waiting for anyone’s reaction, having made the decision for them already, you reached to grab your boyfriend's hands, pulling them with ease as they stayed by your side as you all made towards the exit.

Natasha was by your side in a second to open up the doors for you all, she glanced in your direction, whistling lowly, “I like this side of you, Sugar”.

A heated flush encompassed your body at the compliment but it didn’t falter your steps as Sam now too rushed in front as you all arrived at the large SUV. Sam held open the car door for you as Natasha climbed into the driver's seat, Steve and Bucky following in close behind you and then finally Sam was in the passenger seat.

As soon as you were in the car, you were taking off your heels, needing some freedom from them. Your body was still trembling with anger and adrenaline, not even thinking of normal thoughts as you felt Steve’s warm body slide next to yours into the middle seat, followed by Bucky.

The car was only just starting when you were climbing into Steve’s lap, already having decided this when you had approached those girls, they were your boys, you needed to feel them.

“Baby”, Steve began hands on your body to help as you straddle his lap in the limited room, your leg awkwardly slotting between his thigh and Bucky’s. Any words he was planning on saying were cut off as your face smashed into his, lips moving against his in a bruising manner, almost violently.

Steve kissed you back with just as much passion, one of his vast hands cupping the back of your head and the other hand resting on your hip, helping as you ground your hips against his, the material of your thin dress riding up over your thighs with the movements. The mafia leader groaned deeply into the kiss, especially as your warm, wet tongue slipped into his mouth as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss further.

But you weren’t waiting another minute, pulling back, hand blindly reaching out to Bucky, feeling his rough facial hair beneath your fingertips and pulling him closer just for him to meet your lips as you moved your attention to him.

The car began moving but you didn’t care, or the fact that Natasha and Sam were in the car, they’d already seen the three of you fucking plenty of times before.

As Bucky’s tongue brushed against your lips, you opened yours just as eagerly as you had with Steve, groaning at the taste of him. Your hips continued to rock against Steve, who had moved his sinful mouth to your neck, his teeth nipping along the sensitive skin.

In all honesty, you were not thinking clearly, it was almost like the little devil on your shoulder had taken over your body. All that kept spiralling through your thoughts were those stupid girls’ faces as they looked at your boyfriends. THEY WERE YOURS. You needed to feel them, taste them, hear them, everything you possibly could just to soothe your inner demon, and insecurities, wanting to prove that they only wanted you.

However, as the car continued to move, Steve tried to regain some stability to the moment, his mouth removing from your jaw, “Honey, you need to put your seat belt on”.

Now it was your turn to remove yourself from your boyfriend, lips tingling as you also sucked in air greedily, looking at Steve and not missing a beat as you demanded, “Take out your cock”.

Steve also matched your speed, eyes flicking to the front of the car, “Nat, find somewhere to park right now”. Then his hands were pulling your face back to his, nose squishing against his cheek as he wrapped his two muscular arms around your body, trapping you in almost like you were his seatbelt.

Your own hand was still holding onto the side of Bucky’s head, the brunette was kissing your palm, the sensation tickling your skin and then his lips were wrapping around your thumb and sucking it into his mouth in a highly erotic move that sent heat straight to your cunt.

Pulling back from Steve momentarily and looking at Bucky, admiring the view and the way in which his usually bright blue eyes were almost black in colour with his blown-out pupils. “I want your cock out too”, you requested to Bucky.

“Yes ma’am”, he replied after releasing your thumb, swiftly undoing his belt and zipper, his hips lifting so his suit trousers and boxers could be pushed to his midthigh. His flesh hand automatically wrapped around his length moving steadily up and down to try and ease some of the tension that he was experiencing ever since he saw you stand up to his girls.

Thankfully the car pulled to a stop, Natasha and Sam didn’t waste any time before getting out of the car and you didn’t even check out of the window where they’d stop, only really realising that they’d found somewhere because Steve’s secure arms loosened around you.

This gave him the opportunity to reach for his own zipper but you needed to feel someone now and Bucky was already sitting there looking pretty and ready.

“Too slow”, you teased Steve with a huskier voice than usual as you began to climb over him to straddle Bucky’s lap, lifting your dress further around your hips, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull your underwear to the side and sinking down onto Bucky’s cock.

“Holy fucking shit”, Bucky gasped at your abrasiveness, having never seen you like this before, your pussy walls fluttering as you had to stretch and adjust to his size quickly. Luckily you were already drenched with arousal and need that helped you to slip down his length.

Bucky’s nibble fingers reached for your underwear, easily tearing the material into two and removing it from your person and discarding somewhere in the SUV. With your hands clutching the nape of his neck, fingers teasing the shaved hair as he massaged your hips, both sucking in a deep breath before you seemed to snap out of any restraint you’d been holding back.

As your mouth once again frantically found him, you began to ride him, hard and fast like it was a race to the finish line. The noises he was producing only encouraged your fucking, the vibrations from his moans, seeping into your chest from where it rubbed against his. You were both breathless but didn’t stop the kiss, almost like you were trying to prove a point, which in a way you were, just how far you could go to pleasure him.

The car was shaking with your momentum as you chased Bucky’s high, not your own, you didn’t care about cumming right now, you just wanted Bucky to feel good, needed to see him orgasm.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the lack of air, you finally pulled away, lips swollen slightly and shiny from the shared saliva, the atmosphere warm from being in a contained space, the sweat-coating body of your bodies. Your mouth wasn’t finished with its pleasuring though as you tilted his head back and hungrily kissed and nipped his neck, harder than usual, making sure to leave teeth indents and purple spots.

You were never one to mark up the boys, they always needed to remain professional looking and you did feel slightly like a loved-up teenager frantically fucking in the car but it was just one more way that you could show that he was yours.

“Tell me you’re mine”, you demanded, and his first response was to moan in such a way it was almost pornographic.

“I’m yours”, Bucky responded gruffly, hands squeezing your hips harder. It was your turn to moan, purposefully clenching your cunt around his cock tighter. “Fuck!” Bucky cursed into your ear, his grip now painful and sure to leave bruises beneath the skin but you didn’t care, it was motivating you more. “If you keep this up Doll, I’m gonna cum before we even get home”, he admitted, eyes closed in concentration.

This was like music to your ears, as you pulled back, leaning your forehead against his, your hips still frantically moving up and down. “Good, I want you to cum, right now! Please Bucky”, your voice was pleading to him as once again you squeezed your cunt around him, almost suffocating his length.

“Ah mama- fuck”, Bucky was almost delirious, unable to form a full sentence with how good he felt at that moment. Not only did he get to see you looking fucking sexy as hell standing up to those girls at the party but now you were riding his cock like a woman on a mission.

Your mind was still only on the end goal of him cumming, needing to see the pleasure in his face which was hard with the blurred motion of you riding him but as his mouth gaped open as he released a recognisable little noise that he always did just before he came, you slide of his cock and sat back on his thighs.

Both of your hands quickly wrapped around his soaked, throbbing cock, squeezing tightly and moving up and down at the same speedy space, paying particular attention to his tip, thumb stroking over the underside that was most sensitive.

Bucky looked almost feral, his entire body leaving the seat, lifting your body with it as he shouted, “FUCK! Just…right there! That feels so good!” With the momentum of both of your bodies, as he began cumming, the spurts of white globs shot up both of your bodies, coating his shirt and your dress and you didn’t stop, not until his cock finally stopped throbbing in your hands.

You were both breathing hard, particularly Bucky who looked shocked to the core, his hands releasing their grip on your hips to massage the tender area.

“I’ve never cum that quick before”, Bucky admitted, his head falling back against the headrest.

You felt almost powerful at this revelation, you had done this to him, only your body and words and caused such a reaction.

Glancing over at Steve who was lazily stroking himself, watching with half-lidded eyes, you were nowhere near done, using with an authoritative tone, “Take your clothes off”.

As Steve does as instructed, you leaned in close to Bucky, kissing his puffy lips softly, trying to have a tender moment as he whispered, “I love you”, against your lips.

“I love you too Bucky”, you replied with just as much sparkle in your eyes.

“An I am yours”, he reminded, stroking your cheek briefly as Steve finally settled next to you, now stark naked from head to toe.

Spending amount to appreciate his perfectly sculpted body, the muscles that flexed in the subtle light and the trail of hair that surrounded his red, veiny dick. Your mouth filled with saliva as you wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around him but there would be time for that later.

With as much grace as you could muster, you climbed back over to Steve, straddling his thick thighs and a thought dawned on you. Realising that this might have been the first time you had been fully clothed whilst both Steve and Bucky were naked and it felt incredibly empowering.

Steve’s hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing over your lip as he admired your beauty, “I like seeing you like this”, he complimented, his breath fanning across your face with the close proximity.

You don’t respond to his praise, knowing that if you did talk it would most likely be a pathetic moan and you needed to keep this persona up so once more, you raised higher on your knees, guiding his cock to your entrance and sank down his length.

Once again, you didn’t want to waste time and began slamming up and down his body, hips rolling with each slap. Now you moaned deeply at the sensation between your legs and at the sight of Steve’s naked chest being covered with smears of Bucky’s cum from where it was still weight on the front of your dress.

Steve’s head dropped back at the feeling of you riding him, exposing the beautiful length of his skin and once again something took over your body, the possessive little demon that wanted to mark and claim him as your own. You sucked a path up the side of his neck, biting harshly on the junction where his shoulder and throat met, making Steve sigh in pleasure.

Against the side of your leg, you could feel Bucky’s slacks rubbing against your skin, still all trying to squish into the back of the car so as you finished leaving a particularly dark purple against Steve’s collarbone, you looked over at Bucky.

“Take your clothes off too”

“Yes, hot mama”.

You loved how they both were doing everything you instructed without a moment's hesitation, only spurring you on more with wanting to see Steve cum just as hard as Bucky had. With your fingers delved into the slightly damp hair at the name of Steve’s neck, you held his head in place, making sure that he watched you ride him.

“I want you to cum too, fill me up with your seed, wanna feel you dripping out of me”. Steve’es eyes rolled to the back of his hearing such dirty words leaving your lips. You did want him to cum inside of you, but not yet but he didn’t need to know that just yet, as mentioned, you were only just getting started.

Steve’s hips suddenly started fucking into your harder, planting his feet firmly onto the car floor so he could push up to meet your movements. “That’s it, I want you to cum Stevie”.

Your boyfriend shouts loudly, enough for anyone nearby to hear, holding your hips down with plans to cum inside your cunt, but once again you managed to roll off just in time, only moving your hands up and down his shaft twice before he's coating the two of your fronts in his white hot seed, much like Bucky.

His body twitches and jolts as he tries to come down from his high before he all but collapses into the seat, looking at you with a dangerous smile, “I thought you said I could cum inside of you”.

Looking at him through half-lidded eyes, you replied in a sultry voice, “You will. You both will”

You’re looking at him and then Bucky. Both naked and there was nothing you wanted more than to carry on the fun games but you needed more space, needing to be out of the cramped car. Steve’s fingers drifted to your upper back, grazing over the zipper of your dress but you stopped his movements by pulling his arms away gently.

“I want to go home”, you explained to his quizzical look.

“We will baby, but I need you to cum first”. The way he said need, had your pussy throbbing more and you were aching to find some relief with your own orgasm but that still wasn’t your priority, still planning to make them both feel good.

“No, I want to go home”, you whisper, looking into Steve's eyes and he gave in almost immediately with a huff at not being able to give you the relief he knew you wanted. Bucky banged against the window as you sat back into your seat beside Steve who helped you to pull your seatbelt over your body, whispering in your ear how much he fucking loved you before pulling his own safety restraint across his naked body.

Now you could look out the window, you saw that Natasha and Sam had parked in a random, dark alleyway in an area you didn’t recognise. The two bodyguards returned to the car and didn’t comment about the lack of clothing or the thick scent of sex in the car, both just casually chatting with each other as the journey home continued.

Steve’s hand stayed on your thigh the entire journey and from the corner of your eye, you could see them both getting hard again which thrilled you massively. Finally, the gates to your home were in sight and then you were bidding your friends/bodyguards a good night and walking into the house.

You were still fully clothed except for your panties and shoes, whereas Steve and Bucky were stark bollock naked, erect cocks bobbing in the air for all of the guards and security to see but they didn’t care, neither did you.

Your steps stopped in the entryway to your home, hearing the soft click as the door shut and the flick of the switch as Steve turned on the overhead light. Glancing around at your home, you breathed in the homely scents and let the familiar setting calm the little nerves that were beginning to push to the forefront of your mind.

You began to feel embarrassed by your out-of-control behaviour, shoulders dropping as the confidence seemed to seep away into the wooden floor below. A solid, warm body stepped into your line of vision, a finger was crooked under your chin to force you to look up into Steve’s eyes which were calm and twinkling with love.

“You know we don’t want anyone else right? I have always, and will always just want you”, Steve spoke softly and earnestly.

“Yeah…Yeah I know”, and you did know this. In fact, it was probably the main reason why you hadn’t cried today and let the anger come over your body. Your boyfriends had gone above and beyond for you, to keep up their affections and remind you daily of your importance to their life, you did not doubt it for a second that these girls were ever truly a threat to your relationship.

Another warm body was touching yours to the right, Bucky now taking control of the direction in which your head pointed whilst also raising his little finger, “Just us until forever right?” Your smile reached your eyes now at his little saying, something he’d recently begun saying when you were feeling doubtful and you were quick to hook your own much daintier little finger around his, squeezing them together.

You still felt somewhat embarrassed by your behaviour though and felt the need to apologise, beginning to form the words, “I’m sor-”.

Steve didn’t want to hear this though, cutting you off with his lips and kissing yours feverishly before pulling back when you were breathless. “Don’t you fucking dare apologise for today, I’ve never been so fucking turned on seeing you so possessive and jealous. Like Bucky said in the car, I’ve never cum so quick before”.

“Really?” you ask tentatively, looking up into his face, making sure that he wasn’t just saying this to make you feel better but with the intense way his eyes bore into yours, you knew he was very much telling the truth.

Steve had another way of showing you just how much he meant it though as his fingers slide around your wrist, bringing your hand up to touch just how rock-hard his cock was. “Yes really”.

Your hand circled around his length, moving up and down slowly, feeling the soft skin beneath and the ridges from the veins and a drop of precum forming at the end as you moved up his cock. Steve shuddered at the sensation, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, hips rolling in time with your movements.

You admired him closely, from his parted lips to the rosy hint on his cheeks from his flushed arousal, to the sprinkly purple marks across his throat that you had left earlier in the car. It made you feel powerful. Yes, he was your boyfriend and you saw him every day but knowing that he was also the leader of the Rogers Mafia gang and here he was, shuddering at a simple touch of your hand, it was elating.

Bucky was now desperate for your attention as his lips lowered to the shell of your ear, “Let me make you feel good, wanna taste between your pretty thighs”.

You wanted that too, in fact, you were almost desperate to be touched like that but you also didn’t think you were done just yet with making them feel good so you simply shook your head softly.

Bucky frowned, pulling back to look into your eyes, “Why not Mama?”

“Because I want to make you feel good”.

Your hand was still leisurely wanking off Steve who was breathing heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring before he choked out as your thumb brushed over his tip, “And you have made us feel good, baby”.

Bucky once again pulled your attention as he continued talking, “Seeing you today stand up to those girls like someone had taken over your body, that you were willing to go out of your comfort zone just to stand up to those girls, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I nearly came over and fucked you in the middle of the party if you didn’t drag us out of there anyway. I know you’re soaking for us Mama, let me make you feel good like you’ve done for us”.

Your thighs rubbed together at his words about fucking you at the party, sort of wishing he had just so you could have seen those girls’ faces but then you would have missed out on the fun in the car. The thought of both of their faces as they climaxed had you reaching for Bucky’s cock, joining in with tossing him off at the same pace as Steve, not quite ready to give in yet.

The brunette’s eyes closed at your touch, sighing as he felt the same tension rolling away as you pumped his cock with your hand. There you were once more, pleasuring both of your boyfriends. Both of whom towered over you, and you could spend a minute admiring the way they let you touch them and the power that you held causing a small smile to form on your face, especially as Steve grunted, hips jerking again.

Even though your hands were aching with how hard you were squeezing them both, your movements became more enthusiastic. Steve and Bucky were so exposed, not even in the living room, just standing in the chilled entryway, being wanked off by you.

They deserved this, you decided. Of course, they did, they always made it their mission to worship your body thoroughly and you wanted to replay the favour.

Your mouth opened as you were about to ask if you could suck them off but you decided against asking, the alcohol buzz had worn off in the car but the adrenaline was enough to keep you thrilled.

“Hands behind your back”, you suddenly demanded, still keeping your voice soft and deciding to try and keep up the control for just a little bit longer. Steve and Bucky were instantly placing their hands behind their backs, their chests broadening and feet spreading a little bit to help their centre of gravity.

Both of their eyes were on you now, the various shades of ocean blue staring down at you, waiting for your next instruction, but you didn’t give them one, instead you dropped to your knees.

There was an audible suck in of breath from men as they watched you descend. The wooden flooring was cold against your knees and you had to rise to your fullest length on them to reach both cocks with the length of their powerful legs. You began with Steve this time, licking the underside slowly, holding his eye contact and tasting the salty goodness of his sweat and cum and even a hint of your own juices from where they’d dried on him.

Kissing the tip of his cock and swirling your tongue around the sensitive area, your one hand gripped his base to stop it from bobbing around, whilst your other hand continued to move along Bucky’s shaft.

You couldn’t help but smile around Steve’s tip as you noticed that his shoulders and upper arms were flexing as he tightened his grip behind his back. He wanted nothing more than to stroke your cheek but he was good and kept his arms behind his back as you moved further down his cock with your mouth.

His girthy dick was heavy against your tongue and as it grazed the back of your throat, stroking the area that was your limit. But you made sure to start slow, now wanting to push yourself too much as you could only take half of his length into your mouth.

“Your mouth is always so good baby girl”, Steve praised, a hint of red flushing across his face with his increasing arousal. You hummed in approval, the ache in your jaw and knees worth it to see him slowly bit by bit losing control.

But then, you’re moving over to Bucky who steps closer instinctively to help you reach him and it was an automatic response for you to praise him, the words whispering across the tip of his cock, “Good boy”.

Bucky let out the smallest whine from the centre of his chest and there were notable goosebumps that spread across his thighs, nipples perking as he shivered with the sensation. It was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen and you didn’t waste another second before pulling him into your mouth, pleasuring him thoroughly.

You spent your sweet time moving between them both, saliva coating your mouth as they teased to push further down your throat. You were surprised just how well they were following your instructions as well as they both kept in that stance with their arms behind their back, their eyes not moving from yours as you moved from Steve’s cock to Bucky’s and vice versa.

Their sweet moans were so beautiful, especially as you slipped further down to suck a ball or two into your mouth, your tongue lapping against the sack and enjoying the way they hissed at the touch.

“You look so good on your knees like that”, Steve complimented at one point as you sucked your cheeks harshly around Bucky’s dick. Looking up at the blonde man and removing yourself with an audible pop before moving back over to Steve and pleasuring him.

It was fun going from one to the other and being in complete control, knowing you were slightly edging them before going to the next boyfriend. Your knees were starting to hurt more now with how long you had been on the floor but you didn’t let this stop you, contemplating if you should get them to finish in your mouth or a different body part.

It also dawned on you that this was the first time you’d been in charge in any sort of intimate moment, both Steve and Bucky being the definite dominants in the relationship. But in truth, you were enjoying this little role reversal and with how feral you were feeling after the interactions with the girls, you were glad to have the liquid courage in you to go through with it.

However, being this dominant with two powerful men was also slightly tiring, trying to decide what to do next when all you really had planned was that you wanted them to feel good. But you also couldn’t deny just how horny you were, in between your thighs uncomfortable with need and soaked enough it was leaking down your thighs.

As you gagged slightly around Bucky’s cock, you could feel it hardening slightly against your tongue and hand as he grunted, “Please, mama”.

“Please what? Talk to me Bucky”, you encouraged, wanting to hear more sweet words coming from his mouth.

The man shuddered once more as your voice vibrated against the tip of his throbbing cock, and as he opened his mouth, you truly took him in and just how desperate he was. His metal arm was whirring at the shoulder with how much he was holding it back with his normal hand, knowing he wanted nothing more than to hold the back of your head in place or cup your face.

“Say my name again”, he asked breathlessly, eyes closing for a breath second as you smiled up at him, one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

“Which name?” you teased. “Bucky? Buckaroo?”, with each name, you kissed along the length of his member, still tossing him at the base though for stimulation, the same with Steve. “What name do you want me to use? What about James?” He hissed at this name, cock throbbing more and you made a mental note of this and continued. “What about punk? Barnes?... Good boy?”

Steve’s cock also throbbed in your hand at the last name but it was mostly because Bucky suddenly came and you quickly had to swallow the tip and drink everything he was willing to offer, the substance thick and salty as it slide down your throat.

Bucky’s knees wobbled momentarily, frantically praising your name like a song until the last drop of cum was being sucked out of his member. You made sure to pull off of him fully, not wanting to overstimulate him, amazed slightly as he didn’t soften, it continued to stand up proud between his legs.

Smiling up at Bucky again with accomplishment, you then looked over at Steve, squeezing his length harder as he grunted down his own chiselled body at you readjusting on the wooden floor to remain only facing him, giving him your full attention.

“Are you still comfortable down there?” he asked, licking his lips whilst checking in on you.

Holding his eye contact, you licked his thick tip, nodding to his question. Steve chuckled and then sighed into the stimulation, closing his eyes for a second to savour the feeling before looking down at you with a single eyebrow raised.

“I don’t believe you baby”, his voice was full of confidence. In truth, you were very uncomfortable, our knees screaming for some relief from the solid floor but also your pussy was desperate to be touched but you didn’t want to make it about you just yet.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky squatting down to be eye level with you, his arms still behind him, “let us make you feel good”, he asked with hope laced into every word.

Pulling off of Steve, and leaned into his warm thigh, nuzzling into the hair that covered the muscle, “But I want to make you both feel good! You’re my boys and not anyone else’s, it’s my job to make you feel good”.

“And you’ve made us feel good but this goes both ways, you don’t understand just how much I want to be in between your legs right now” Bucky admitted, his eyes wandering over your still-clothed body, his cheeks just as pink-tinged as Steves.

Looking up at the man whose leg you were leaning on, you asked, “What do you think Steve?”, before risking a quick nip to his sensitive thighs with your teeth, admiring the way his cock bounded in the air as he jumped slightly.

Steve’s voice came out in a growl, “I fucking NEED to touch you, even if it’s just a kiss. I need you up and off your knees, I know they hurt and I don’t want you in pain, there’s only so much time I can let you worship me before I get on MY knees and fucking beg to touch you, baby, so please, let us touch you.”

Heat flooded through your body at the intensity at which he spoke, you thought you were desperate, but that seemed to not be as severe as the mental game going on in Steve’s mind right now.

Biting your lip to try and hide your grin, you finally succumbed, “Seeing as you asked so nicely. Do whatever you want to me”.

You weren’t exactly sure who had grabbed you first. All you were aware of were hands picking you up and instant relief for your poor knees and then the sound of ripping as your dress was easily destroyed. Then you suddenly found yourself staring at the ceiling of the living room, the soft material of the couch beneath your now naked spine.

Lips were crashing into yours, a hot body crowding over yours, pushing you further into the cushions, their lips completely dominating yours. Matching the urgency in which they moved, you felt the rough scrap of facial hair and could taste Bucky, smiling into the kiss as your fingers gently ran over his body, spending extra seconds of love over the scars that he’d accustomed during his life.

As you opened your mouth to moan, Bucky’s tongue swallowed the noise, not relenting with his movements. You were so lost in the body hovering over yours that you were unsure as to where Steve was until you could feel him on one of your legs, kissing the sore knee cap, massaging the area before straightening your leg, and then circling around to the back of the couch to do the same with the other leg.

The relief was unbelievable at being able to extend your legs fully now but there was even more relief as Bucky began to explore your body, sucking on each of your nipples greedily, an action you watched closely. With each in further down your body, he made sure to lick and kiss every area of skin in his path, leaving the skin tingling with arousal.

Both of your legs were then being pushed towards your chest, giving Bucky the perfect view of your cunt, presented to him like it was dinner and with the hungry way in which he was admiring you, you knew that was basically what had been offered to him.

“You’re so beautiful”, he praised, kissing your inner thigh. Steve then sat next to your head, finally able to stroke the pad of his thumb across your cheek, something he had been internally begging to do since getting home and seeing you drop to your knees.

“We’re always just yours”, Steve reminded you, needing the tender moment.

“I’m always going to be yours too”, you responded with love before glancing down at Bucky who was watching with a softened look in his eyes, “and I’m always going to be yours as well,” Bucky mumbled the words back to you, his warm breath teasing the wet area soaking your cunt. Glancing down his body, you caught sight of his cock, still fully erect and pulsating. “How are you still hard?” you asked honestly, he’d already cum twice and hadn’t softened a single bit.

Bucky smirked at your question with quiet arrogance, “I’m always hard for you”. As soon as he finished his sentence, his tongue was pushing into your folds, tasting everything you had to offer. He didn’t bother with teasing, immediately delving his warm muscle into your cunt a few times, before finding your clit and rolling it around with the tip of his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

Your moans were animalistic and finally had some stimulation after being horny for what felt like hours. Steve’s fingers drifted over your lips as he admired your pleasured expressions, just like you had been doing to the two of them.

“Kiss me. Now!” you demanded urgently.

“Yes, ma’am”. He was leaning down without hesitation and you realised just how much you’d missed his lips since coming home, feeling the freshly shaved cheeks against yours that were such a different sensation to Bucky’s facial hair. They were both so different and yet so similar and they were both yours.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to have you clenched your thighs around his head, frantically feeling the orgasm building in your core. A couple of minutes of clit stimulation from Bucky’s tongue and two fingers grazing over your tender spot within your hole and you were cumming with heavy breaths and moans.

Steve pulled away from the kiss to watch your pleasure, and also allowed Bucky to hear your unfiltered moans, then you were heavily breathing, hands falling onto the couch with relief of finding your peak.

Steve drops to his knees beside the couch so he can whisper into your ear, “I’m going to take you upstairs, lie you in the middle of our bed and I’m going to fuck you until you’re full of my cum. Then after I’m dripping out of you, Bucky here is going to do the exact same thing. This night isn’t ending until you’re full of both of us”.

You’re pathetically mewling at his words, reaching for him and he quickly scoops you up into his arms. You knew your dominant persona was slowly fading as they both scrambled to make you feel good and you didn’t mind that as much, wanting what he said he was going to do, more than anything else in the world.

As the three of you enter your bedroom and Bucky turns on the side lights, you realised you were nuzzling into the side of Steve’s neck where you’d left the scattering of marks. Stroking a finger over the bruised skin, you whispered, “So pretty”.

Steve smirks at your words, liking the thought of you marking him to show that he was yours. Laying you back into the centre of the bed, Steve is quickly on top of you with as much urgency as Bucky had downstairs on the couch.

Hiking your legs up and around his waist as his face dropped to hide into your neck, he's pushing his pulsing cock into your quivering cunt. You were thankful that he didn’t wait, wanting your bodies to be moulding together, his hips slapping into yours and his mouth was now moving against your neck, sucking and biting to match the moves you’d been doing in the car.

You could feel just how possessive and frantic his touches were, reciprocating how you had felt and it only made your heart beat harder, moan louder and hips rocking faster to try and match his dominant pace.

“You’re mind”, he suddenly grunts, against your lips, biting your lower lip and letting it snap back a second later. Sitting up slightly on his knees, he holds your jaw firmly in his grip, making you watch him as he shifted his angle up, hitting directly into your g-spot and he moved with such speed that all you could do was hold onto his wrist and scream out his name.

Your orgasm had you seeing stars, cunt desperately squeezing in pulses around Steve’s cock, so tightly that he too couldn’t hold back as he came, pushing his length all the way in so you could milk him properly, your walls convulsing in time with his throbs. You could feel the wetness and warmth of his cum filling you up and as he pulled up, some of it spilling out and running down your perineum.

Steve sits back to admire his handiwork, pushing your legs apart, and watching his cum at your entrance. “There’s my best girl”, he praised, reaching down with a finger to scoop the drips that had escaped and attempting to push them back inside of your body before moving out of the way for Bucky.

Bucky was more than ready to fill you up, helping to turn you onto your side, sliding an arm under your head and resting your leg up on his hip as he spooned in behind you. Much like Steve, Bucky didn’t waste any time before sliding in, the two of you moaning at the sensation of having Steve’s cum there, it causing extra squelching noises.

Your tits bounded on your chest with each fuck of Bucky’s hips into yours, his mouth attack your neck with just as much aggression as Steve who was now sitting and watching the two of you with a content smile.

You were absolutely fucked out of your mind both from emotions and physically being exhausted, a faint hum settling in your mind and body.

“You’re doing so well for us, Sweet Mama”, Bucky praised against your cheek as he reached down your body to roll your clit in circles to match the rhythm of his pounding hips. The stimulation was almost too much but it was also exactly what you needed as you held onto his arm desperately moaning out his name.

“Buc-Bucky… gonna cum”.

“Cum for me then Doll, want you to cum on my cock, so pretty when you cum”. His praises were like magic for your cunt, as it squeezed tightly in arousal. Those, matched with his tight hold on your body, his fingers playing with your clit and cock fucking you hard, you easily found your pleasurable high.

He didn’t stop, chasing his own orgasm which you were glad about, reaching down to grab the hand between your legs, your clit becoming a little sensitive now so you bought his hand up to your face and nuzzled into his palm.

“Mine”, you mumbled, feeling a little bit subspacey now.

“Yours, all yours, only yours, FUCK!” Bucky felt like he was in heaven as his thrusts stuttered slightly as he finally found his release, pumping his hot seed into your core. Your eyes were struggling to stay open with how exhausted you felt, but you watched as Steve approached, just in time for Bucky to slip out of your raw cunt.

“How beautiful does she look?” Bucky asked Steve as he held up your leg. Steve’s eyes cleaned as he looked at the mess between your legs, both his and Bucky’s cum were leaking from your hole, mixing with your own juices.

“So fucking beautiful”, Steve whispered lightly, kissing your ankle.

Your eyes closed fully now, sighing into the mattress as Bucky kissed your cheek one more time before untangling himself from your body. It was Steve who was touching your body next but this time with a warm cloth, carefully cleaning in between your legs but cum continued to trickle out so he just left it at that, discarding the material and moving to the top of the bed, dragging you easily along with him until you were laid out on his chest.

You felt happy and content as Bucky joined you both in the bed, watching as Steve turned on the TV attached to the wall. Distantly, you could hear Bucky and Steve discussing what take out order to get, making sure to get everything you would usually get and saying they would wake you once it was there, you needed a rest.

Your heart swelled with love, happy to be surrounded by two men that absolutely adored you and no other stupid girls were going to ever change that.

[disasterofastory]

Yours (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Yours // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 8/14 Warnings: virgin!Brahms

Summary: You want a special night with Brahms.

"Can you do that, Brahms?" You ask him for the second time when, instead of answering your previous question, he pouts at you with a slight, moody wrinkle between his brows. "Can you promise you won't spy on me for a few hours?" The corners of your lips twitch as you listen to your own words. You can't even imagine what other people would think of Brahms or you if they heard you right now. Or any other time. "But why?" His voice is higher with a couple of octaves than before. His hands on your waist tighten while you keep your arms around his lean waist. "Because I want to surprise you," you tell him. "It's just a few hours, Brahms. Please." His chest stretches with a heavy sigh. "Fine." "Great!" You squeak out, reaching up for his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss. "You won't regret it." It's funny you say that; Brahms already feels the regret eating at him when you disappear upstairs.

You have been waiting for this day ever since you decided to stay with Brahms. Well, you like to think you had a choice in the matter. You had doubts when he dragged you into the shower with himself the first time, but after the first kiss you shared, you knew it for sure. He has no experience with women and intimacy. You weren't even surprised. The man lived most of his life behind the walls of Heelshire manor. In the beginning, he had barely any idea what to do or how without your guidance. It was fine, though. You love the power you had over him and his pleasure. You built him up patiently and softly. And today, if he is okay with it, you are ready to take the next step. You are surprised he hasn't initiated it yet. Brahms has no patience when it comes to what he wants, and you learned it rather quickly.

So, you take the first step.

You start with your room after making sure Brahms doesn't lurk behind the walls. You gather more pillows and blankets, adjusting them on the bed to your liking. You even go and unpack the lights you ordered since Brahms is not really comfortable around fire. You put the lanterns and fairy lights all around the room until you are satisfied with the result. By the time you are done, it's already dark outside, and your room looks like a cozy nest with dim lights and the scent of fresh strawberries because of the tray of snacks and drinks on the bedside table.

You are really satisfied when you leave your room to get Brahms, who is already in the living room with his mask on. You can't help but frown at the sight of him. "What's wrong, honey?" You ask him softly, cradling his face in your hands as he accepts you stepping between his legs. His warm palms find their way to the back of your thighs immediately. When he doesn't reply, you continue. "Do you not want to see my surprise? Do you want to do something else?" He shakes his head.

Ever since you earned Brahms's trust, the man avoids wearing his mask around you as much as he feels comfortable without it. By now, you only see it on him when something is wrong.

Biting your lip, you think through your next step. "Do you want to take a bath with me? Bubbles and everything." Finally, he nods. "Good," you smile at him, taking one of his hands in yours to link your fingers together. "Come, then." He follows you up to his room like a lost puppy, watching you prepare his bathroom without a word. "You can take off your clothes," you tell him, glancing at his towering figure over your shoulder when you check the water's temperature for the last time.

You didn't share your plans with Brahms, but maybe he can feel it in the air. He knows something is coming, and you want to give him the chance to say no. "You know," you start. "We can watch a movie, too. Or I can read." Both of you are in the bathtub, enjoying the warmth of the water. The air is heavy with steam and the scent of the bathbomb you used. The water is green and glitters a little under the light of the lamp hanging from the ceiling. "No," he says. The porcelain of his mask is cold on the side of your face as he rests his head on your shoulder. His arms are around you while your back is against his broad chest. His hands are cupping your breasts, just holding them for his comfort. "But you can change your mind at any second, okay?" You ask him. "What is our safeword?" "Doll." "Good boy," you praise him, reaching behind you to pet his hair.

You take your time in the bathroom, making sure to wash his worries away until his body is relaxed in your hands. You massage his shoulders, caress his chest, and play with his curls while he lets you pamper him until the water is almost cold and you have to get out. "Do you feel better?" You ask him, leading him out of the room with his hand in yours. "Yes," he replies. He still wears his mask, but you don't mention it. You know he will take it off when he is ready. "Did you change your mind? We can go to sleep, too, baby." "No. I want to see your surprise." "Okay, love," you smile at him soothingly.

You step into the room first so you can see Brahms's reaction. You know it's nothing fancy or grand, but you want to make him feel comfortable and cared for. Even after all the things you did together and with each other, you want to make his first time special.

Brahms doesn't even know how to feel at the sight of your room. He can see the pale face of the moon through the window above your bed, which is full of soft pillows and warm blankets. Small lights hang from here and there, mixing with the dim glow of the lanterns. He had never seen anything so inviting and comfortable.

"What do you think?" You ask him after a while. Your heart thuds against your ribcage since you can't see his expression. "I love it," Brahms answers, caging you in his arms to pull you to his body. His chest is still bare, and your fingers rake through the soft hair. "I love you." "I love you too," you grin at him, kissing the cold lips of his mask. "Do you want to lay down a little?" You ask him. "We have snacks." Brahms follows you to the bed, resting his large body among the soft fabrics while you put the tray in the middle between your bodies. He still feels amazed because of everything you did for him. "Comfortable?" You ask. He nods. "Thank you." "Anything for my baby," you grin at him cheekily just to lighten the mood. "I'm glad you like it, though. And I'm proud of you for keeping your promise." "How do you know?" He asks, pushing his mask away a little to eat some grapes. The fruit pops under his teeth, flooding his mouth with its sweet taste. You shrug, not knowing how to answer. You just know it. Brahms became such a deep part of you that you simply feel him whether he is around you or not. But you are right, though. Brahms wanted to respect your wishes even if it drove him bad most of the day while he waited for you. "Do you want me to read you?" You ask him. "Just a few pages." Even though he is much more relaxed than before, you can still notice his fidgetiness. "Please." So you read him for a while, letting the remaining tension leave his body as he almost melts on the bed. Every now and again, you have to glance at him to check if he is still awake.

"Come here," he says when you pause for a second. "I want you close." Putting away the book, you crawl up on him to straddle his hips. "Do you feel better?" You ask him, playing with the hair on his chest. Your thumbs rub over his nipples a few times. "Yes," he hums, watching you. His shirt is big on you, but he can see the soft line of your breasts and the pretty pebbles of your nipples. He is already pulling on the fabric to get rid of it, but you stop him. "No," you say, and he can't help but be surprised. You never say no when he wants your tits. "What?" "I said no," you tell him. "We will learn new things today, Brahms." He doesn't like it but keeps quiet. You already did so much for him. "I know patience is not your strong suit, but we will work on it today." Oh, no, just not on my patience, he thinks, grimacing under his mask. "And we will learn about building," you grin. You don't have to see the man's face under you to know he doesn't like what you say. "Do you trust me, Brahms?" He nods without thinking. You are the only one in the whole world he fully trusts. "Then believe me when I say you will like it." He nods again.

Brahms watches you with interest as you grab a strawberry from the tray. The fruit is red and ripe. "Do you want to take off your mask?" You ask him. When he shakes his head, you continue. "Then push it out of the way a bit." He can do that. He lets you feed him fruit after fruit while he stares up at you the whole time. He is surprised at how intimate the act is despite its innocence. "Good boy," you break the silence after a while. "Now, the next step." You can feel his body tense under you with anticipation. Putting another strawberry in your mouth, you lean on his chest to reach his lips. For a second, Brahms just stares at you, not knowing what to do before smoothing his hand on your hips and accepting the fruit from your mouth. Both of you munch on it until your lips meet in a soft kiss. The edge of his mask pokes your face, and you want to take it off and throw it as far as you can but decide against it. It has to be Brahms's choice. "Do you want another one?" You ask him. Your words brush over his lips, and he wants another kiss but nods anyway. Repeating your previous actions, you stay capturing his lips with your own. You let yourself taste the fruit on his lips, licking into his mouth with a satisfied hum. Brahms's nerves are on edge as he lies under you, holding onto your hips while you play and tease him. He barely has time to deepen the kiss when you back away to nibble on his bottom lip, biting into the soft flesh softly and soothing the slight pain with your tongue. "Y/N," Brahms says your name with a dreamy sigh as your lips trail down on his bearded jaw and hairy chest. Your tongue flicks over one of his nipples, and he gasps at the new sensation. "Oh!" "Did you like it?" You grin at him, caressing his abs. He is warm under your palm and curious fingertips. "Yes," he grunts. The curve of your lips widens when you see him reaching up to his mask to tear it away from his face and letting it drop next to the bed. "And here is my handsome boy," you croon. "Hey." His heart flutters and the shade of his cheeks darken under your appreciative gaze. "Hey." You lean up to kiss him again, letting him dominate the motion for a few seconds. Your bottom still rests over his crotch. His erection twitches and throbs every time you rub against it as you move. "How are you feeling, Brahms?" You ask him while peppering his face with small pecks. His fire-marred skin is rough under your lips. "Good." Brahms stays with the easiest answer when he can't find the right words. He is excited and hungry for you, but at the same time, he feels soft, and his heart could burst out at any moment because of all the things you make him feel. Your nails crawl over the front of his body, sending goosebumps all over his skin as you move down until you hoover above his knees, and your face is level with the obvious tent in his pants.

The world starts to spin around Brahms with you in the focus when you tug on his pants, and his cock springs free. His desperate grunt is loud in the quiet room when you hold him in your hand and stroke up on his shaft. "I want to see you," he says breathlessly. For a second, you want to deny him but decide otherwise. Quickly, you get rid of his shirt while you stay bare on top of him.

You are so beautiful, he can't even breathe. Your skin looks soft under the dim lights, and every dip and curve of your body seems to beg for his touch. His palms tingle with the need to reach out for you. And he does. A moan escapes your lips when he sits up a little to knead one of your breasts. His thumb runs across your skin, following the curve of your flesh before rubbing over your nipple. "I want it in my mouth," he breaks the silence again, hoping you will give in to his wants once again. "Not yet," you shake your head. "I want to prepare you first." He feels prepared enough, though but can't argue when he chokes on his own saliva when you focus your attention back on his cock. For a long second, he hears nothing but the ringing of his ears as you stroke up and down on his length. Your thumb follows the line of one of his bulging veins until you reach the tip. "You are so pretty," you hum under your breath, still teasing the bulbous head of his cock. You can feel him throbbing in your hold. Brahms's chuckle is breathless and hoarse. "Me or my dick?" You grin. "Both. And you taste good, too." The man saw you take him in your mouth several times already, but the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips is still mesmerizing. You are warm and wet around him. Your tongue is flat against the underside of his shaft. "Y/N!" He gasps out your name, tightening his hold on the blankets around him. Black dots dance in front of his eyes as you suckle on him, gathering his pre-cum on your tongue to gulp every now and again. You take your time, though. You don't chase him to his orgasm, and he never imagined suffering so sweet.

A desperate whimper escapes his closed lips when you move away from his cock. He wants to cum so badly. "It's okay, Brahms," you coo, smoothing your hand over his chest. "You will get your reward for being so patient." The man watches with wide eyes as you settle back above his crotch. Your pussy is nestled against his cock, soaking him with your juices. Something curls in his stomach with anticipation as he stares at the motion of your hips. You rock back and forth, letting your wet heat slide over his cock repeatedly. The tip of his cock nudges your clit every time. "How do you want me, Brahms?" You ask him, panting. The slow pace you set is hard on you, too. Your pussy aches, and your walls flutter with need. After all these months, you want him inside you. Brahms's lips open, but no word comes out. His mind does not want to work. "Do you want me to stay on top?" You ask him. "Or you want to change position?" "Top," he grunts. Your hips rock and twist the whole time. "You." "Okay, baby," you nod.

Lifting yourself from his lap, you still hover above him with your hand between your legs this time. You slide your fingers over your pussy, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before pushing into your hole. A relieved sigh leaves your lips at the familiar stretch, but it's not near enough. You finger yourself above Brahms while the man can do nothing but grip the fabrics around him to keep himself from cumming. At this point, you don't even care about the slight pain you cause yourself. You add another and then a third finger until you are sure you are prepared enough to take his cock.

"Okay," you break the silence, mostly talking to yourself. You need several deep breaths to push down the impatience crawling up your spine. You want it soft and gentle, and if you lose your head, it will be anything but. "Are you ready?" You ask Brahms, glancing at his face. His eyes are glassy, and his lips open. Sweat sticks his curls to his forehead. "Yes," he grunts. "I want you, Y/N." "Good, love." Your smile is shaky. "I want you too." You never wanted anything so much in your life.

A heavy groan is punched out of him when he feels your entrance at the tip of his cock. Your hold on his shaft is steady and firm as you press him into you. You slide down on his slick cock inch by inch, enjoying the pressure in your walls and the way he slowly fills you up. Brahms doesn't even dare to breathe. He just lies under you, watching his cock disappearing in your tight hole. The noises escaping his throat are a mix of groans and whimpers. You are warm and wet around him, squeezing his cock all the way to the base. "How do I feel?" You ask, sitting on him with his whole cock in you. Your question is shaky. At this point, Brahms can't form words anymore. His brain is a mush of pleasure and need in his head. You envelop him tightly. He can feel himself rubbing against your inner walls as you start to rock your hips. They are small movements, but fireworks spark behind his closed eyelids at the feeling. A throaty groan is the only answer you get from him. "You can cum anytime you want, baby," you tell him, watching a vein bulging on his neck as he clenches his teeth together. "No," he growls, slipping his hands to your waist for a squeeze. He wants to feel your pussy when you cum around him. "But please," he continues, gasping. "Move!" To give some weight to his words, he grinds deep inside your wet hole. He reaches every nerve and every spongy spot that steals your breath away. "Fuck!" You wheeze, pushing down against him as you begin to rock back and forth on him more rapidly while his cock twitches and throbs.

"Brahms!" You cry out his name, bracing yourself on his chest as you lift yourself a little and drop back on his cock again. "Fuck!" You both groan at the same time. The man's hands slide up to your tits, palming and kneading your soft flesh. He works on you mindlessly, rubbing and pinching your nipples in reflex. "Again!" He demands, and you repeat your movement several times until you bounce on his cock with his hips pushing up in rhythm into your pussy. You can see as his stomach tightens and your juices soak the trimmed hair at the base of his shaft.

You feel light and drunk on his cock. Your eyes are half closed, and your limbs shake as you force yourself to move. Your pussy squeezes around the grith of Brahms's cock, wanting it to stay inside you until he floods you with his seed. Brahms wants that, too. There are moments as you grind to each other that he is sure his dick will fall off because of the way you work on him. There are no thoughts behind his teary eyes as he stares at you, moaning and groaning. His hold on your breasts is painfully tight, but you have no mind or energy to stop him as he slides in and out of your drenched pussy.

Your vision blurs as you gasp for air. "I'm gonna- I'm-" Your toes curl in pleasure, and the burning coil in your stomach snaps in two. Your pussy flutters around his cock as you reach your climax, still bouncing and rocking. You cry in ecstasy as you fall into a deep spiral, twitching and jerking. Pleasure flares in your veins as you fall apart on his erection while he bucks into you deeper. You can't even tell anymore where your moans end and where his groans start. Your walls clamp around his cock while he empties himself inside of you. Hot spurts of cum fill your hole, and every shot makes you tremble and cry some more.

Brahms's cock still jerks and twitches inside you when you go limp on his body. Your mixed juices flow out of your pussy, soaking his balls and the sheets on the bed. Your muscles burn, your pussy aches from the stretch, and your limbs tingle. And while you fight with your heavy eyelids, Brahms has to learn how to breathe again. His chest heaves under you, and a low groan escapes both of your lips when you lift yourself from him and let your body fall close next to his. "How do you feel?" You pant. "Fuck," he groans, holding your thigh in his hand. You are soft and sweet against him. You grin. "I'm glad." You want to put away the tray that is still on the bed behind you, but there is no way you can move.

"Thank you, Y/N," Brahms breaks the silence after a while. "It was… I just…" "I love you, too, Brahms," you hum, cupping his cheek and raking your finger through his thick beard until both of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - September

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 25.09.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

gif-requests are open, but you'll need to have some patience🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in September with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. First Note of Love 🇹🇼 (8/12)

I need them all to communicate more. Not about each other but with each other. And really listen to the other one. Most of the episode was the side couple and one discuss why he thinks they would never work out and the other one tries to tell him why he thinks they could make it work. At least they're talking.

2. I Saw You In My Dream 🇹🇭 (11/12)

I love these two together. They just work and are cute and you can feel the love between them. Yu is a really perfect first boyfriend. He doesn't push and just accepts Ai as he is. I enjoy their relationship so much. And now I am really curious what will happen in the last episode.

3. Jack & Joker: U steal my heart! 🇹🇭 (3/12)

I could watch War looking at this ring for an entire episode and I wouldn't be bored. He really nailed this episode with his many personas he played. He is indeed a good actor and such a pretty one too. And I was screaming, when Jack gave the ring to Joker and let him get away. And next week we get some redemption work. Can't wait!

4. Kidnap 🇹🇭 (3/12)

It is so funny to see, how smitten Min is already for Q. I like their dynamic and chemistry. I am curious how this all turns out and what trauma Q has from the past. He loves his dad, but I guess there happend some serious shit in the past. So far it is entertaining and funny.

5. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Do you still believe I'll come back to this one? It is a really good series, but I can't motivate myself to dive into it right now 🙈

Finished in September

Series

Takara no Vidro 🇯🇵

We had our final today and I loved it! The fact both of them missed each other and communicated this. Taishin likes it when Takara opens up to him, because it makes him feel special and closer to him. And I get that. Takara is a person who doesn't talk much about himself, but who has so much anxiety and Taishin wants to share those burdens, because they are equal, because he wants to take care of Takara too. I started this series without any expectations and with mixed feelings, but it slowly became one of the gems of the week and I was so looking forward to this final episode! A really good 9 out of 10.

4 Minutes 🇹🇭

This was something else. You really have to pay attention to get this story. I like series with a not that sugar-coated ending and we definiteky got this with 4 Minutes. Not everyone got their happy ending. Even though Great and Tyme got their happy ending together, not everything was good here. That was kinda realistic in such a mystery series. But I must admit, I really liked Korn and Tonkla's ending. It was best for their story. I said what I said. This gets a good 9 out of 10.

Hidamari ga Kikoeru 🇯🇵

This series... I loved it with all my heart for the first half. And then I just got angry with it for multiple reasons. It is so hard for me to give this a rating. Damn. I bought the mangas because of this series and I read the first ones. The problem is, the story is really complex and that works for mangas and novels pretty well, because it gives the characters depth and well, a character. But it doesn't work like that in a series. Too many subplots take away the growth of the main characters. And if you throw in a new character in the middle of the show, don't make them that unlikable like Maya. She is way more likable in the manga. For me, the second half just doesn't work and it felt incoherent with the character development. They tried to stay too true to the source material. I wished I could love this series from beginning to end, but I couldn't. Overall I give it a 6,5 out of 10.

Seoul Blues 🇰🇷

I didn't like this one that much. Yes, they had good chemistry, but this whole cheating and evil ex plot was not for me. I don't know why. Usually I don't mind cheating plots and find them kinda entertaining, but here it was not that good. I give it a 6,5 out of 10.

The Trainee 🇹🇭

Fun thing, even though this was a slow burn and we got a bunch of side stories, I really enjoyed this series! It was funny and entertaining and showed a good character growth for all its characters. That is something we don't get that often in a series. Nothing felt like a side story. They were all important for the plot as for the company. And Jane and Ryan are just cute and precious. I give this one a 9 out of 10.

Happy of the End 🇯🇵

We got our happy ending. And a time jump, but I think it worked really well with this series. Because Haoran needed the distance to Chihiro. He needed to understand that he isn't the bad guy in the story and that Chihiro was truely happy with him. He needed to heal for his own sake and on his own. I really liked the series, even though it is one of the series with the most trigger-warnings. I am just happy to see them happy in the end, after all they've been through. A strong 9 out of 10 for me.

The On1y One 🇹🇼

This series gave me everything. A warm feeling in my cold heart. Butterflies in my stomach. A good laugh. Some tears. And a bunch of heartbreaks! Damn! This was such a good ride! Those two, Tian and Wang, are soon to be step-brothers and they're in love with each other. Tien knew this since the first time he saw Wang and we could whitness Wang slowly recognising his feelings for Tian. And we didn't get a happy ending. If you will, this is an open end, but there is no working through these feelings. We just end as devastated as Tian, because Wang has built up his emotional walls again to keep distance to Tian. Because they're will be brothers and that means they can't be lovers. This hurts so bad and good at the same time! And the acting is superb! I love this series so much! A 10 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in September

Cityboy_Log 4.2 🇰🇷

This is too confusing for me. I don't get the episodes or the seasons and definitely not the plot. They are all friends and the whole cheating part from last season is just forgotten. I guess I will look into it from time to time, but for now, I drop it.

Looking forward to in September

Live in Love - Trailer (Sep 1st)

Happy of the End (Sep 3th)

Kidnap - Trailer (Sep 6th)

The Hidden Moon - Trailer (Sep 7th)

Jack and Joker - Trailer (Sep 9th)

Unlock your Love - Trailer (Sep 11th)

The Time of Fever - Trailer (Sep 12th)

Love Sick - Trailer (Sep 14th)

Bad Guy my Boss - Teaser (Sep 15th)

Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Sep 17th)

Chaser Game W2: Utsukushiki Tennyotachi (Sep 20th)

Uncle Unknown (Sep 20th ?)

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Yandere Sabo Alphabet

Author's Note: I've deadass been off the rig for like, half a year. I'm lowkey sorry, at some point I forgot about this blog. My creepypasta blog kind of became my main and I wasn't watching anime fr, but I got back into One Piece and Sabo has stolen my heart-

Warnings: Emotional Abuse, Mental Abuse, Manipulation, Physical Assault, Guilt Tripping, Rape Mentioned, S/A implied, Deception, Mind Games, Sadism Mentioned, Burning, Injuries, Death, Two Faced Behavior, Jealousy, Amnesia Mentioned, and Being Held Captive.

Links: {Masterlist} {Alphabet Used}

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He is very cuddly, I can say that the ASL brothers in general are very touchy people (especially Luffy.)

Since Sabo is often on missions, he doesn't get to see you as much as he'd like to, so when he does see you, he's hugging and kissing you at any chance he can get.

He also loves seeing you in his hat, it's the cutest thing to him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

The thing is, Sabo is willing to kill for his darling, but I wouldn't say it's messy. I can definitely see Sabo killing a few people while on missions, so I'd say he's pretty clean with it.

Sabo isn't cruel, so he wouldn't kill them infront of you, but he'll definitely make you know that they're dead, and that it was by his hands.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Sabo is scary. He's charming, kind, and chivalrous to the max. He's pretty much every girls dream guy, and when you met him you probably fell for him hard.

Sabo is deranged and unhinged however, but he can hide it extremely well. Once you two started dating and you already went with him to the revolutionary army, that's when his strange behavior starts to slowly surface.

He'd never hit you on purpose, but sometimes his sadism get in the way. He never makes you aware of his true intentions, sometimes he's completely in love with you and your own little golden retriever, doing everything you say with no question, but sometimes when you two fight, he becomes a completely different person. I can see him sharing Ace's temper (despite him being the calmest and nicest brother)

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He is so manipulative its not even funny. Sabo loved playing mind games with you, he often tells you that you knew that he was like this, but you went with him anyway, so technically it's your fault your in this situation, which couldn't be further from the truth.

Sometimes he hates seeing you cry, but when you cry wuth rage in your eyes, yelling at him about how much he fucks with your head and how you can't even remember what really happened and instead you remember the false memories he told placed in your head, he can't help but chuckle.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

I don’t see Sabo being vulnerable with you at first. Most of the time he's vulnerable, it's often with Koala because he trustes that woman with his life, and they're pretty much best friends.

But I'd say the first time you saw him vulnerable was when Ace died. He had so many break downs in front of you and all you could do was try and comfort him the best way you could. Times like those really fuck with your head because Sabo is kind of holding you against your will, mentally and emotionally abusing you, and kind of an manipulative asshole, but the times he's genuinely a sweet guy who just wants to make you happy just pop into your mind and you can't help but hug him and tell him it'll be ok and that it wasn't his fault.

Sabo genuinely wants you to be happy, just his method of doing so is fucked up.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It only adds fuel to the fire. Sabo is pretty patient for the most part and often wants your arguments to be as quick as possible. But, if you keep arguing and yelling at him, his patience runs thin, and that's when you see his Ace like temper.

You two could go at for hours, and he'll eventually just erupt into Flames (literally) and end up hurting you. He'd end up feeling terrible because Sabo never wants to hurt you (Physically of course), so he'd just stare at his arm, surrounded in Flames, before looking at your curled up position in the corner of the room, holding your arm as you cried in pain.

So yeah, try not to fight with him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

If you escape, he's panicked. Losing Ace really fucked him up, so you leaving him is his biggest nightmare. If the world government knows about your existence, either as his S/O, or you were part of the revolutionary army before hand, or you were a pirate or something, that only makes his paranoia worse because you most likely have a bounty on your head.

He'd look for you everywhere, that man wouldn't sleep until he found you.

I feel like Sabo has developed a fear of forgetting, so he probably writes down everything that happens to him or other people in a diary of some sorts. So he'd write about each day he looked for you, doing anything he could if there was a rare chance that he would forget you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The two of you got into a really bad fight. Like, the worst one you two had ever had.

You were sick and tired of Sabo's lies, his manipulative behavior, and just all the bullshit he pulled on you. At first he was dismissing you, telling you that you were making a big deal out of such a small issue, but you kept pressing him and telling him to stop down playing his actions.

Eventually he started arguing back and things got even more heated, and when he got too close, you punched him right in the face. When you realize what you did, you slowly started to back up as Sabo placed his hand on his face in shock. You've never hit him before, ever.

He started at you in silence before slowly making his way towards you.

"I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to..." You say over as over again as you backed yourself into a corner, your hmeyes tearing up as he got closer.

He'd grab both you wrist in one hand, causing you to yelp in pain as you cried further. He only started at you with cold eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... please..." You mumbled, you legs almost giving out as you shoot.

He'd then grab your chin roughly, ans then kiss you. But it wasn't a rough kiss, but a gentle and genuine one. It wasn't like the ones he'd give after not seeing you for weeks on end, but it was different, it was kind. It caught you off guard, why was he so gentle?

But eventually you leaned into it, closing your eyes in the process. He eventually loosened his grip on your wrist, but you didn't feel his hand slowly make it's way to your neck.

"I'm sorry, love..."

Then, his grip tightened as you felt burning sensation on your neck. Before you could scream, Sabo smashed his lips against yours, grabbing the back of your head so you couldn't break away.

Your legs gave out in that moment, and Sabo went down with you. You were practically screaming into his lips, it hurt so fucking bad. So, he shoved his tongue in your mouth as a way to muffle your screams. His hands weren't on fire, but he heated them up so they would burn your neck.

When he pulled his lips back, a long trail of saliva connecting your lips, he quickly covered your mouth as he stared to your pained face.

"I'm sorry," He'd say, wiping the spit away before kissing your tears as you slowly passed out from the pain.

When you wake up in the morning, you don't remember a thing. But when you touch your neck and feel bandages, memories start to flood back to you as you cry into the pillow. Sabo was sent on a mission the same day you woke up, so he was long gone before you woke up. But, he felt fucking awful for what he did.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

World government taken down, his book published, and you two living happily together.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Sabo gets jealous a lot easier than he would like to admit.

When he's jealous, he gets a lot more touchy and often makes back handed remarks about said person.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

When Sabo isn't manipulating you or the two of you a arguing, he's a fucking golden retriever boyfriend. Follows you around, is at your beck and call and will do pretty much anything you want, crazy affectionate, and loves to tease you. If it wasn't for his manipulative and abusive behavior, he pretty much acts like a normal boyfriend.

This also plays a key part on why Sabo is so good at manipulating you. The way he treats you the majority of the time, this kind loving boyfriend, makes you fucking think you're crazy. Like, didn't he guilt trip you into sleeping with him last night? But hey, he gave you the best aftercare of you life, and he got you that jacket you kept looking at when the two of you went shopping. So it wasn't that bad, right?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Sabo would pretty much go up to you and just start being his charming self. Sabo is extremelylikeable, and he'll get you to blush and laugh a few times. Eventually, he'll start sending love letter to you if you're a pirate or a normal citizen, but even if your part of the revolutionary army, he'll still send you little love letters.

He'll get you gifts and even offer to pay for your drinks if you two ever went out for a drink.

I'm telling you, if you're his darling, you fell in love with him before he started to abuse you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

When he's upset, yes. Sabo can be pretty unhinged when fighting, but that's about it. When the two of you are just living normally, no fighting or anything, he goes back to the Sabo you fell in love with.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Sabo doesn't actively punish his darling. He actually let's you get away with escaping. But, he does get physical when you piss him off, so that's your punishment.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You can do everything besides escaping, and telling anyone about his abusive behavior. He'd be so fucking pissed if he found out that you told someone.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient. He had to deal with Luffy and Ace growing up. Luffy's energetic, dumb behavior, and Ace's short tempered, rude behavior made him gain a lot of patience, even if he forgot them for many years.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die, its like Ace all over again. He's blaming himself, even if it wasn't his fault.

If you leave and or, escape, he's looking for you. He's not resting until he does.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He didn't technically abduct you. If you weren't part of the revolutionary army and a civilian, you moved in with him, and when you tried to leave, that's when you realized you were pretty much a hostage.

If you're a pirate, that's when things get complex because if you're not a captain, that's something he'll have to deal with, but if you are a captain, I can't see you just leaving your crew for your boyfriend. So he'll figure something out.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I feel like a mixture of trauma and the death of Ace.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If you scream/cry, he'll try to comfort you the best he can. He wants to see that smile he loves so much.

If you isolate yourself after he was on a mission for weeks on end, he'll be pretty upset. He'll keep asking you what's wrong, and he won't stop bothering you until you tell him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's a controlling, manipulative yandere, but the amount of freedom and how you can pretty much get him to do whatever you want is kind of crazy. But he isn't stupid or blind, he'll know when you're taking advantage of him immediately, and that's when he shuts things down.

He's revolutionary afterall, he enjoys freedom, and even though he can't give you 100% freedom, or at least just yet, he'll give you the most he can, but not too much to where you'll leave him.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His overprotectiveness. He's not only overprotective you, but his friends as well, especially Luffy.

It'd be hard to manipulate this, but if you play your cards right, you might be able to get him wrapped around your finger.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, but not purposefully.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He kind of worships you, but also kind of doesn't. It's complicated. But he's willing to go hell and back to keep you safe.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As long as it takes. Sabo is willing to wait a long time for you to love him blindly once again, even if it takes years.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes. It wouldn't be on purpose. It could be a punishment taken too far, or just the mental abuse.

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 7

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“Olga, do I really have to go with you? I want to go home, I'm shattered.”

“It'll be just a minute. I'll check if I left my wallet in the kitchen and then we can go” she says. “And stop complaining, Liv. You are turning 25 tomorrow, not 80.”

“Feels like it” I sigh. Because today has been chaotic. 

There was a double training session and some meetings going on, which means that I've spent most part of my day making coffees for everyone, going up and down the stairs to deliver them to the offices, and taking meal orders since one of the waiters called in sick and Olga needed help. And as if that wasn't enough, since the game at the Emirates I've been sleeping like shit, constantly having nightmares where my dad finds out about me and Declan and kills him. Literally. In last night's dream he used an axe to do it. 

“I promise I'll be quick” Olga says, opening the cafeteria’s door.

“You better” I reply, following her. 

“Happy birthday!” everyone screams as I walk in.

“Bloody hell!” I yell, my heart on my throat. “What the fuck?”

“Language, Olivia” Madders says. “This is a birthday party!”

“A what?”

“Surprise!” Olga says while hugging me.

“You… you… what?”

“I know your dad said that you don't like celebrating your birthdays, but you only turn a quarter of a century once!”

“Wow, those are some big words for you, Maddison” I laugh.

“So funny, Liv” he replies, rolling his eyes. “Everyone is dying to wish you happy birthday, you know? Sonny made you a card, and I think a certain Spaniard even got you a present…”

“You all seriously need to stop with that.”

“I was talking about Bryan, Liv” Madders smirks. 

“You… Idiot” I say, hitting him in the arm.

“It's not my fault Spanish dudes love you!” he laughs. “Though you prefer them half Irish, don't you?”

“Shut up!”

“Half Irish? What did I miss here?” Olga asks.

“Nothing. James is talking shit as always.”

“Yes, I am” he laughs again. “Anyway, are you coming or not? I can't wait to try the cake. Alex told me it is your favourite, and knowing how obsessed you are with anything with chocolate, I'm sure it'll be amazing.”

“Wait, Alex is here too?” I ask.

“Yep.”

For the past few weeks he's been behaving super weird around me, basically ignoring me, and I still don't know why.

We've known each other our whole lives since my dad and his are best friends and  we live close by, and even though we've had our ups and downs (especially because of my dating life and him not liking any guy I did), he had never been like this. 

“C'mon, Liv. Let's go say hello to your guests” Olga says, linking her arm with mine and walking towards where everyone is. 

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“Happy birthday, dear Olivia… Happy birthday to you!”

“Don't forget about making a wish!” my mum says.

“Done” I smile.

For my actual birthday I'm having a small gathering with my parents, Alex's and him, the usual every year. After partying way past midnight with everyone at work, it is what I needed. Something chill and at home where I can wear my pyjamas, have crazy hair, and where no one will give me a weird look. Though this year my mum forced me to actually look nice since it is a special number.

“I can't believe my baby is 25 already” she says while hugging me. Or while squeezing me against her. “Where has time gone?”

“She was a tiny loud baby not that long ago, and now look at her. My darling is a beautiful, intelligent and wonderful woman I'm very proud of” my dad says.

“Oh, stop it” I say, trying not to get emotional. 

“Should we start with the presents before everyone starts crying?” Alex's mum chuckles.

“I told you I didn't need anything, guys.” 

“This is just a little detail” she smiles.

After opening a few more presents, it's time for my dad to give me his.

“I'm a bit nervous about this” he laughs, giving me a small box. “Hope you like it, darling.”

“Thank you” I say, slowly opening it. Inside it there is a car key, one that obviously has a Tottenham keychain. And under it, there is a note. “Look out the window? What does it mean?”

“It means exactly that. Look out the window” my dad says, nodding towards the big one in our living room.

“Ok…” I say, walking towards it. And then, I see it. It can't be. “Dad, is that… Oh my God, is that a Mini?” 

“It is, darling. Your Mini.”

“What?”

“It's yours, Olivia” my mum says.

“But I… you… how?” I mumble, looking from the car to the key in my hand.

“You've always been obsessed with that car for some reason. So much, that when you got your driving licence, I bought you a small replica of it” my dad says.

“You did, yes” I chuckle. “I still have it in my room.”

“Do you remember what I told you when I gave it to you?” 

“That one day… Oh, dad!” I say, running towards him and hugging him.

“I told you that one day I would buy you the real one, not just a toy. And that day has come” he says, hugging me back. “It isn't new, we couldn't afford it. But it is better than that thing from the Pleistocene you were driving.”

“It is perfect. The Mini, I mean” I say, moving to look at him. “It seriously is. I love you so much, dad. You too, mum.”

“Oh, Olivia” she says, joining our hug. 

“Did you film all that?” I hear Alex's dad say.

“I did” he replies. 

“I probably look so stupid” I laugh.

“You look beautiful, Liv” Alex says. And that was… odd. But whatever. 

“Why don't you kids take the car for a spin?” my dad suggests.

“Now? What about the cake?”

“You and your cakes, Olivia” my mum replies, rolling her eyes. “It will be here when you come back. Just be careful, ok?”

“Ok” I smile. “Thank you. Again” I say, giving my parents another hug. “I love you.”

“And we love you too. Now go, darling” my dad says.

“And Alex, don't let her go too fast.���

“I won't, Mrs. Chapman” he chuckles.

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“Liv, what did your mum say?” 

“Shhh” I reply, speeding up a bit more. 

“If you crash your car on the first day…” Alex laughs.

“That won't happen. I'm gonna take care of him as if he was my son.”

“Is it a boy?”

“It is a boy” I smile. “The most beautiful one.”

“You'll have to give him a name, then.”

“Urgh, I suck at choosing boys names.”

“Is that why all your pets growing up were girls even if they actually weren't?”

“Yep.”

“Then you better not have a son in the future” he laughs again. 

“Yeah” I smile. “I've missed hearing you laugh. Are you ok?” I ask him, slowing down now that we are back in our neighborhood. 

“Uh?”

“You've been avoiding me, Alex.”

“No, I just… I've had a lot going on and to like… Organise my feelings and thoughts.”

“Oh, I see. But is everything ok?”

“Yeah, don't worry. Park over there, I want to give you my present.”

“Ok” I say, doing as he has asked me.

“So… ummm… Liv” Alex says, nervously playing with the small box in his hands. “There is something I have to tell you.”

“I'm all ears.” 

“I… You… We…”

“C'mon, Alex” I say, playfully hitting his arm. “It's me.”

“Yeah, I know. That's why saying this is so difficult. Because it's you.”

“I don't understand.” Why does he look so nervous? I think the last time I saw him like this was when he dared to ask out the hottest girl in our class and she… No. No, no, no, no. He isn't going to…

“I love you, Liv.”

He is. Oh, my God, he is doing it.

“And not like the way you love your dad or a friend. I love you like something else.”

“Alex, I…”

“When I told you that I was trying to like organise my feelings and thoughts, I was talking about you. About what I feel for you. Because I… because I've realized that I've always been in love with you, Liv. That if I've been a prick and disliked all the boys you've dated or been around, it's because I was jealous. Because I wanted to be them. Because I love you.”

“Alex, listen…”

“This is for you” he says, opening the little box and showing me what is inside. A ring. He got me a freaking ring, and one that doesn't look cheap. 

“I can't accept it.”

“It is just a birthday gift, Liv. Nothing else.”

“Nothing else?” I laugh. “You just told me that you love me and now are giving me a ring, Alex. This totally looks like some kind of proposal.”

“Well, if you think about it like that… Then yes. It is a proposal. Liv, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

This can't be real. This has to be another of my nightmares. They all start the same, with something really good happening, and then boom! The killing starts. 

“Alex… I… No.” 

Have you seen that episode of "The Simpsons" where Lisa is dating Ralph, she breaks up with him while being live on tv, and when they are watching it again Bart says something like, look, if you slow it down you can see the exact moment where you break his heart? Well, that is happening right in front of me. 

“I'm very sorry, Alex. But I don't love you. I just like you as a friend.”

Wow, Olivia. Wow. You just delivered the most cliché line ever. 

“I see…” he says, closing the small box and putting it back in his pocket.

“I'm sorry.”

“I heard you the first time, Liv.”

“Ok, umm… I should drive us back home.”

“Is there someone else?”

“What?”

“Are you seeing someone?”

“Maybe...” I say, biting my lower lip. 

“Is it the Spanish guy? The one everyone keeps talking about at work.”

“Who, Pedro?”

“Yeah, him.”

“He isn't anyone from work or related to it.” Which is a lie, but it is best if he doesn't know.

“Oh, ok.” And those are the last words he says to me for the rest of the day.

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Jealousy

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Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Natasha is yearning after Y/n and doesn't like it when a man makes an attempt to hit on the one she wants to call her own.

Word Count: 3025

Y/N’s POV:

No one was even sure why Tony was throwing a party this time, but all of the Avengers were grateful for an opportunity to relax and make the most of the free bar. In the last year that I’ve been a part of the Avengers I’ve lost count of the number of parties Tony has thrown on the fly. 

There was still an hour to go until the party started and I was still stood in my towel, fresh from the shower, staring at my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. I hung up the two options and decided to finish my makeup before making my choice.

Just as I was slipping on my dress, there was a knock at the door. I checked my watch and see that it’s already 7 o’clock. Opening the door, I see my best friend Wanda stood in a beautiful low cut green dress which fell just below her knee. “Wow, Vision is one lucky microwave” I joked causing Wanda to roll her eyes and hit my arm with her clutch purse. “Ha ha very funny Y/N. Need a hand there?” She responded motioning towards my failed attempt to zip up my dress.

I nodded and she wondered over, placing her purse on my desk, before reaching down to pull the zip up and clipping the top clasp. “Done, you’re looking gorgeous Y/N. Nat won’t be able to take her eyes off of you.” Wanda teased as she straightened out my dress for me and giving me a wink.

Wanda was the only one who knew how I felt about Nat. Every time I was around her, I became a stuttering mess, unable to form words. It felt like she would literally take my breath away. I can’t deny that the dress I picked was one I hoped would grab her attention.

“We better get going or Tony is going to be mad at us for being late.” I grabbed my bag slipping in my phone and closed my bedroom door whilst offering my arm out to Wanda. We walked down the corridor and into the elevator. “To the party if you will JARVIS.” I called out to the building AI. “Of course Miss L/N.”

I started to get bit nervous as I watched the floor numbers increase. “Breath Y/N, you look stunning and I know that Nat won’t be able to resist you. And if it all goes to pot, well I’m here for you and we’ll just get drunk together ok.” I squeezed Wanda’s hand in thanks and took a deep breath as the doors to the party opened.

Linking arms once again, Wanda and I descended the stairs to join our friends. As we walked down, I saw the teams heads turn towards us, both Bucky and Vision stood holding their hands out to help us down the last few steps. “You are both looking beautiful tonight.” Bucky said as he took my hand and nodded towards Wanda.

“Thanks Buck, you scrub up well yourself.” I replied scanning the room to find Natasha. As I gazed towards the bar our eyes met before Nat quickly turned away. Hmm, that’s strange. I decided to make my way to the bar, I’m going to need some alcohol in me if I’m going to be able to go through with speak with Nat tonight.

Nat’s POV:

I heard the elevator ding as the doors opened and as I looked up, I saw Wanda and Y/N exiting linked arm in arm. I stood stuck in my spot as I watched as Y/N glided down the stairs. Her red dress had a low cut showing off her cleavage, the material hugging her body in all her in all the right places accentuating her curves. My mouth has gone dry and I can’t tear my eyes away, my mind racing wishing it was me that was holding on to her arm.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw her searching the room and that’s when our eyes met. I quickly turned away to hide the fact I had just gawped at her like a piece of meat. “Hey Nat, you look beautiful tonight” I looked around as I saw Y/N smiling at the bar taking a seat. “Thanks Y/N, you look amazing too. What can I get you?” I ask trying to keep my cool. I can’t believe the affect she has on me. When I’m around her, I struggle to think clearly and my whole focus ends up on the sweet woman.

“I’ll take a whiskey please.” I nod and slide over a glass noticing her down it before indicating for another. I chuckled as I filled the glass up again. This time she nursed it and struck up a conversation. I didn’t really hear what she was saying, I just watched smiling at her nodding along at the right points, I hope.

We’re suddenly interrupted by Steve who greets us both. “Ladies, I hope you’re enjoying the party. Nat I was wondering if I could have this dance?” He looked towards me and held out his hand. I looked towards Y/N and for a brief moment I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly as she smiled. “Watch out for her 2 left feet Steve.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and went to put away the whiskey bottle. “oh you can leave that with me Nat” She smirks reaching out to take the bottle from my hand.

Steve directs me over to the dance floor and places his hand on my waist and takes my left hand in his as we sway around the floor. I take glances every now and then over to the bar and watch as Y/N carries on drinking her whiskey. She’s joined every now and then from different members of the team and I get lost in her smile and my heart skips every time I hear her infectious laugh.

The next time I look over I see a man join her at the bar, someone I don’t recognise. As I carry on dancing with Steve, I watch their interaction intently. Her laugh again echoes through me. However, it doesn’t have the same effect this time. Her laugh is directed to the mysterious man sat opposite her. My jaw clenches as he reaches out and puts a fallen strand of hair behind Y/N ear. His hand then trailing down her arm, whilst his dark lust filled eyes bore a hole through her.

I struggle to keep my calm, I’m no longer moving to the music with Steve, which he notices looking over in her direction. “Why don’t you go and ask her to dance?” He questions pulls me away from staring at her interaction with the man. I look towards Steve and he’s smiling giving me a gentle nudge in her direction.

Before I take a step forward, I notice the man place his hand on her knee, causing Y/N to pull back slightly. She gave off an awkward laugh as she pulled her dress down and turned her legs away. I could see that she was uncomfortable now, but the guy wasn’t taking the hint. Steve also noticed this and walked with me in her direction, his protective nature kicking in.

As we get closer, we can hear their conversation. “Oh come on, you don’t wear a dress like that to a party like this not wanting some fun.” I felt my blood boil. “I-uh sorry, I’m not looking for anything like that. I-I’m just going to leave.” Before she could stand up, he aggressively places his hand on to her thigh and takes her face in his hand. “You don’t walk away from me bitch.” In trying to get away from the man Y/N trips over the bar stool and lands with a thud on the floor.

“HEY, get your hands off of her.” Before I could even react, Steve had ran over and landed a punch square in the man’s face knocking him out. The music stops and everyone’s eyes turn towards the commotion. I run over to Y/N to help her off the floor.

“Y/N/N, are you ok?! No, don’t try and stand just take a moment you hit your head pretty hard.” Kneeling down beside her I help her to a sitting position. Bucky and Steve dragged the unconscious man out of the party whilst Tony and Wanda come running over. “Y/N are you ok? My God what happened?” Wanda said joining me on the floor the other side of Y/N. I filled her in on what happened as Tony paced slightly. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t even know who that man is. I promise next time I’ll make sure to vet the guest list.” I could see the guilt on his face, something Tony rarely has.

“Guys I’m fine. I don’t like making a scene, I’m sorry for ruining the party. I’m just going to head back up to me room.” She stands up with Wanda and I gripping her arms making sure she’s ok. “I’ll take you back.” I offer. She smiles and I take her hand in mine. “Take care of her Nat.” Wanda says, her voice laced in concern. I nod in acknowledgement, and we leave the party towards her room.

There was an awkward silence as we rode the elevator. “I’m sorry for taking you away from the party Nat. You were having a nice time with Steve.” She says looking down at the floor. I grip her and again to gain her attention. “I don’t want to go back. I wasn’t enjoying myself when I saw that man with his hands on you. I just wish I had noticed you were uncomfortable earlier.” She lifts her head to make eye contact with me and went to speak as the elevator door opened.

We were still in silence as Y/N had opened her door. I entered and closed it behind me, deciding it was time to take the leap. “Y/N, are you ok?” She looks up at me and nods. “Yeah I’m fine. Not how I wanted the night to go. I shouldn’t have even engaged in conversation with him, but I just didn’t want to cause a problem. Turns out I did that anyway. Urgh I just hate how he thought he could touch me.”

I slowly walk towards her and turned her to face me. “You did nothing wrong. He was the creep. I could kill him just thinking about his hands on you.” We made eye contact and I looked down to her lips, noticing she had her bottom lip between her teeth. In the heat of the moment, I crashed my lips into hers. I pulled away “Shit, sorry, I-I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sor…” but before I could finish, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.

She had slowly backed me towards the door deepen the kiss at every opportunity. We pulled away to catch our breath and I rested my head on her hers. “I like you Y/N and I want you to be mine. I want it to only be me that touches you.” I breathe out rubbing my thumb across her cheek.

“Then I’m all yours Nat” She whispers as she pulls me in again, but this time unzips my dress leaving it to fall in a pool at my feet. I’m stood there in my matching black lace underwear. Her eyes have turned dark as she looks at me with such lust. She pulls me towards her bed and lays me down before straddling me. “You’re wearing too much” I say as she giggles trying to unzip her own dress. I slap her hands away sitting up, slowly pulling the zip down ensuring my knuckle grazes her back.

With her dress off I flip us over and start to kiss her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot causing Y/N to moan. A moan which sends tingles down my body pooling in my centre. I leave kisses over her neck and collarbone slowly making my way down. I reach her breasts and look up and her as she nods in consent. I reach behind her back and unclip her bra, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I sit back and admire her stunning body. “You’re beautiful Y/N” I state leaning in for a soft loving kiss.

As we kiss, I reach down and slowly massage her breasts. I once again start kissing down before latching on to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple whilst grabbing the left. Her body squirms underneath me as I switch sides giving the same attention. “Nat, please.” I look up loving the site I see. “Are you sure Y/N, we don’t have to go any further.” I pull back up to her eye level wanting to make sure she wants this. “Nat, I have wanted this for months. Please just fuck me already, if you don’t, I’ll do it myself.” I laugh placing kisses all over her face. “Now now, there’s no need for that. I’ve got you.” I smile, placing one last kiss on her lips before I make my way down her perfect body, leaving kisses down the valley between her breasts. I take my time as I reach her panties. I look up once more and she nods again.

I slowly pull her panties down as she lifts her hips so I can slide them off. I place a couple of kisses on her thighs as he hips buck. “Someone’s impatient.” I whisper before sliding a finger between her folds causing a moan to fall from her lips. I slowly rub my finger over her clit and watch the reaction my touch has on her body. “Oh, Nat” She moans. I slowly slip in a finger and gently thrust allowing her to get used to it. More moans falling from her lips. As I slip in a second finger I notice that she’s biting he lip trying to stop her moans come out. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” I say pulling her lip from between her teeth with my other hand. I kiss her again as I gradually get fast in my thrusts. “Oh God, yes Nat. Please, faster” Y/N moans, I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants as I increase my speed to thrust in and out making sure to rub my thumb on her clit adding to her pleasure.

As I curl my fingers I hit her g-spot causing her to gasp “NAT! yes, I’m so close” I go faster curling my fingers at random. “Cum for me baby.” I whisper in her ear. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and with one last curl of my fingers, she releases on my fingers calling out my name. I let her rid out her high before carefully pulling out.

Her whole body is shaking as she tried to catch her breath. “That… was, wow” Y/N breathlessly says. I look into her eyes with pure love. “You look beautiful when you cum” I say causing her to chuckle. “All for you Nat.” She laughs. As I lie next to her, she props herself on her elbow looking at my body up and down. She trails her hand down from my neck to my breasts, still hidden in my bra. She slips her hand inside and grasps my breast causing my breath to hitch.

Before I know it, Y/N has straddled me and my bra is on the floor. She squeezes my bare breasts as we engage in a heated kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance which she wins. I let out a slight moan as her knee makes contact with my clit. She sits up and smirks as she leads kisses down my body hesitating at the waist band of my panties. “Can I touch you?” She asks, her innocent eyes locking in on mine. “Please do” I respond almost in desperation.

As she pulls down my underwear she licks across my clit. The feel causes me to buck my hips trying to gain more friction. I can feel her smirk against my clit. “Wow you’re so wet Nat.” She says as she rubs her finger between my folds. “All for you” I whisper as her tongue swirls in circles over my sensitive nub. I grab the sheets in my right hand, my knuckles turning white, as I latch my left in her hair pushing her closer to me centre allowing me to grind against her.

I feel a white heat flood through my body and a knot form in my stomach. “Ahhh, Y/N, fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum”. Before I can let go, she thrusts two fingers inside me curling straight away brushing against my g-spot causing me to let out a pornographic moan. The complete pleasure of her touch causes me to become undone over her face. She laps up all that I have released, and I whimper a little as she pulls her fingers out of me.

She leaves kisses up my stomach before pushing her lips into mine, I moan as I taste myself on her. I pull her into me as snuggles her head into my neck. “That was incredible Y/N. No one has ever made me feel like that.” I slowly rub my hand up and down her bare back, enjoying this calm moment between us. “Well I hope this isn’t a one time thing Nat. I like you, and I really want to be doing this again with you.” She laughs. “Lift her head up so she’s looking at me. “I like you too Y/N and if you’ll have me, I’m all yours.” A smile grows on her face and she looks down towards my lips. She plants a kiss on me, but this one is different, it’s tender and full of love. I pull up the bedsheet and cover our naked bodies as we cuddle up in each other’s arms.

[sciencelings-writes]

My tLoZ and LU Masterlist

UPDATED 11/19/2023

Of Dubious Sophistication: 6/? posted chapters, Wild meets the chain on a day when he has to act like an important person and decides to fuck with their initial misconceptions of him. Mostly formatted to give each of the Links to come to their own conclusions about Wild, a Compilation of oneshots with a vague overarching plot.

Another Second Chance: 2/? classic Wild gets pulled into the AOC timeline and is tasked to help prevent the calamity. But he looks different enough from his counterpart that he doesn’t reveal his true identity. He accidentally parallels Astor in the whole mysterious sorcerer/ seer vibes as he both knows the future and popped out of nowhere in a dramatic cape and ancient technology. Lots of interaction between Wild and the champions and there is both angst and hijinks. There’s also stuff about the new champions as most of it follows the plot of AOC. Also Wolfie is there because I thought it would be funny for him to bop around the baby egg guardian.

The Silence of the Knight: BOTW pre-calamity fic that’s mostly an introspective fic about why Link went silent and how everyone around him reacts to his lack of outward emotions. I just saw the concept of people seeing him as not quite human because of his refusal to show any emotions and wanting to catch a glimpse of how/ if he reacts when tragedy strikes, just to see if he has the ability to feel anything at all.

Heavy in Your Arms: Wild hated getting his memories back. They could be triggered by seemingly anything, they forced the entire group to stop or have someone stay with him until he got over it, which mostly ended up being Twilight, and he tended to end up feeling terrible. Even the good ones were bittersweet, when he saw glimpses of a family that was long gone or a fleeting moment when his life wasn’t destined to be a nightmare, only to open his eyes a century later having lost everything.He knew it was starting to become a hindrance on their quest and the last thing he wanted to be was a burden. (part of a series focused on the Wolf Trio)

I’ve Seen Hell (But This is a Bit More My Style): BOTW Fem!Link fic focused on how being the first female incarnation of the Heroes Spirit would be treated with a little bit of Zelink as a forbidden relationship. Link is angry and all of her past lives are just as pissed as she is. She’s seen as a harbinger of the calamity rather than the hero sent to stop it. And she’s seen as a mistake of the goddess and proof that the 10,000 years of peace was now at an end. General woman problems you know? (Sequel incorporating LU in progress) also please mind the tags.

Swordcrossed Lovers: Fluffy oneshot of the above au, Link and Zelda go to Gerudo Town and flirt while sword fighting. Zelink Week 2022 prompt: Sparring. 

Champions Possessing Wild Oneshot Collection: The champions possess Wild sometimes, it leads to some shenanigans 

The Unironic Magical Properties of True Love: totk role swap, Zelda find where Link has been hiding since being stuck in the past.

*NEW* Forever Changed: post totk zelink, where they both come back a little differently and have to deal with the immediate aftermath of... everything.

Requests/ short oneshots:

The Idiots of the Wind: Wind makes friends with the spirit of Revali and they team up to mess with Wild, mildly traumatizing him in the process. 

A Waste of Pretty Faces: Wild and Warriors bond over something they didn’t expect (mind the warnings and tags)

To Kill What’s Already Dead: Set after sunset pt.7, Wild deals with not being allowed to see Twilight and with the very real possibility that his mentor is dying.

A Mosaic of Broken Glass: Link has a lot of scars, they don’t like them very much. Zelda is determined to help them work on loving themself. Non-Binary BOTW Link and I accidentally made Zelda asexual.

On Top Of The World: Day 1 prompt for Zelink week 2022- One Last Look, Link and Zelda reunite after the final battle with the calamity. Idk what to say it’s just pure fluff. 

Frightful & Delightful: Wintery LU fic that is Hyrule-centric for a secret santa. Hurt/comfort, but mostly fluff. 

3 Sentence Fics: Lots of short fics in one place, including LU, botw Zelink, and my own AUs!

The Many Duties of the Princesses Appointed Knight: Fluffy pre-calamity zelink hair braiding, not me basing a whole fic off of a vague idea... 

The Caretaker of Holy Things: OC fic made for a zelda creators collab, the Priestess of the Temple of Time remains at the great plateau while the calamity rages around her, unfortunately, she’s due to have visitors. 

Whumptober 2022:

Prompt 2: Nowhere to Run: Aryll from my priestesses AU meets the Fierce Deity for the first time.

Prompt 5: Hypothermia: Link and Zelda from my Golden Priestesses AU journey up to the Temple of Nayru to the spring of wisdom.

Prompt 9: Caught in the Storm: Zelda spends one hundred years fighting the calamity, even though he’s slumbering in the shrine of resurrection, Link still finds a way to help her keep her head above water.

Prompt 10: Whipping: Wild from my Fem!Wild AU has to reveal some things about her past after having a panic attack post-battle. Kind of a rewrite of part of the comic where Wild throws himself in front of Wind during a fight, you know the one. 

Prompt 15: Emotional Damage/ New Scars: Wild visits the forgotten temple after the events of LU, he mourns. 

Zelink Week 2023: 

Day 1: Yearning: All In Good Time: Fem! Zelink AU during the events of LU, Wild misses her Princess. 

Day 2: Forbidden: The Ballad of Frost and Flames: Fem!Zelink AU, pre-calamity while Link is still in hiding, they meet at a masquerade ball. 

Day 4: Hand in Hand: The Fable of the Dragon and the Phoenix: MAJOR TOTK SPOILERS, Zelda makes and eternal choice and Link learns to rise from the ashes.

[falseroar]

Murder on the Warfstache Express

Part 4: Putting on the Brakes

((After dinner, all of the guests return to their rooms, expecting to be arriving at the next station the following morning. That doesn't happen.

Link to Part 3: Dining Service here in case you missed it and one for the masterlist.))

After the meal was over, the passengers streamed into the lounge car. Abe took a seat while Happy assured him he would handle switching their belongings between the two rooms, which was fine by Abe. He barely even remembered what he packed, much less believed he had anything in there worth hiding.

The only thing that stopped the agent from going straight there was the sight of Richard and Mack headed that way as well, and Abe suppressed a grin at the sight of Happy doing an obvious U-turn and awkwardly hanging around the bar until the coast was clear. He vaguely remembered Dorene and Illinois joining him and chatting with Benjamin when the bartender returned from presumably cleaning the dining car while the professor went back to her books and papers with the same intensity as before.

Or maybe not the same. Abe blinked, he was sure it was just a second his eyes were closed, but when they reopened the car was clearly darker than it had been only a moment before, the bar empty and closed, the professor and her papers long gone. He was sitting alone in an empty car.

Except he wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t quite as empty as he first thought on waking up.

“Funny place to take a nap,” Wilford remarked, watching as Abe flailed and nearly fell out of his seat.

“Wha—How long have you—” A jumble of questions crashed together on their way out of Abe’s mouth until he sputtered out the winner, “Why?”

“Why what?” Wilford asked. “Why anything? Why is it still snowing out there? We get the point, it’s cold and winter, just knock it off already!”

He rapped on the glass like that would tell off the elements outside and Abe winced at the sound.

“My head…” The detective put his hands to his temples like that would stop the feeling that his head was going to split in two at any moment. “What time is it?”

Wilford hissed. “Yeah, me and time don’t really have what you’d call a ‘working relationship’ at the moment. Most everyone else has turned in for the night, if that helps.”

Abe wasn’t sure if it did or not. All he knew was that the room wasn’t so much spinning as drifting up and down, more like the movement of a ship on the high seas during a storm than a train trundling along on its tracks.

He remembered standing up, or at least trying to, but almost immediately his knees buckled under him, the floor rushing up to meet him only to crash land on a narrow bed.

“There you go, nice and…Eh, mostly on there,” Wilford said from somewhere above and behind him. “Some drinks at dinner tonight, huh?”

Abe answered, his already disoriented thoughts muffled by the pillow so that it sounded like one long grumble. Wilford listened, head tilted to one side until the muttering stopped, and nodded.

“Right, right, you’ve got your eye on me, I won’t get away this time, yadda yadda yadda. Honestly, detective, you act like I’m always up to some kind of mischief.”

Another grumble from within the pillow.

“Well, yes, but I’m hardly the only one. Besides, this is supposed to be a vacation! ...I think.”

Wilford paused, pink-tinged mustache twisting sideways with his mouth as he tried to remember something before giving up with a shrug. If it was that important, he wouldn’t have forgotten in the first place. Probably.

“Anyways, you just sleep off your nightcap and I’ll see you bright and early when we reach the next station, how’s that sound?”

Abe groaned.

“That’s the spirit, detective!”

Wilford hummed as he left, and Abe winced again at the sound of the compartment door closing behind him.

He shouldn’t be letting Wilford just walk away, he should be up and after him, it had only been a few drinks, hardly worse than what he did to himself on the average weeknight—these and a hundred other thoughts ran through Abe’s mind, but try as he might, his body refused to listen to reason and get back up.

Not that his mind was able to put up much of an effort before it gave in to the darkness again, the detective unable to pick out the exact moment his confused thoughts turned into even more confusing dreams, nightmare images tangling with painful memories to form a net that dragged him down, down, down until—

Until, with a screech that seemed to last for hours, the entire train wrenched to a stop and Abe was thrown out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and blankets.

Nightmare and reality blended together, the memory of distant gunshots still ringing in Abe’s ears even as angry, scared voices began to filter up and down the car alongside the thumping and banging as Abe wasn’t the only thing to hit the floor. Including something big enough to make the floor beneath him shudder from the fall. He staggered to his feet and after a few tries found the light switch by the door, only for it to do nothing no matter how many times he flipped it up and down.

Abe yanked open the compartment door and stared into darkness, the ambient light reflecting off the snow outside the now still train through the windows behind him providing just enough to almost make out the wall opposite his door. The slide of the door in its tracks was repeated up and down the hall, along with more than one set of hurrying footsteps, the sounds easy to make out now that the constant background noise of the train was gone, the engine still and unnervingly silent.

“What the hell just happened?” Abe asked, but his question was lost among all of the others in the dark train car, voices running into and over each other in panic and indignation.

“I can’t see a thing!”

“Why did the train stop? We haven’t reached the station already, have we?”

“Ow! Watch where you’re going!”

“Why is everyone shouting?!”

“Everyone, please remain calm!” That last voice clearly belonged to Benjamin. “I’ll just go up front and see what the engineer has to say about all of this. Until then, if you could all just stay in your rooms to reduce the chance of injury—ow!”

Judging by the thump and the rattle of a door, Benjamin had confidently walked in the wrong direction.

Abe sighed and drew a lighter out of the depths of one of his pockets, glad he hadn’t been in any condition to get undressed or he would have never been able to find the thing. There was the scratch of metal and then the tiny light burst into life, not doing much to light the whole car but making a world of difference all the same.

“There’s no smoking in the passenger car,” Benjamin said, still rubbing his forehead from where he ran into a wall.

“Good thing I’m not doing that then, isn’t it?” Abe said, like he hadn’t just been about to reach for a cigarette to make the most of the light. “I’m not big on sitting around while something’s going on, so how’s about you and I go talk to the engineer together and see if we can’t get this train moving again?”

“Or you could simply lend me your lighter.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Abe said, stepping fully out into the hallway and using the action of closing the door behind him as a way to hide how he needed to take a moment and lean against the frame until the floor settled beneath his feet.

At the moment he didn’t think he could have handled the lights coming on, and the sooner he could get everyone to just stop talking the happier his aching head would be. He would have loved nothing more than to flop back onto his bed and sleep while someone else figured this out, but it didn’t work like that.

It never did.

So maybe he was a little jealous when he saw the door to the compartment next to his already sliding shut, Happy no doubt getting back to sleeping or keeping an eye on the compartment across the hall, where Mack was standing outside the door and blinking owlishly in the small circle of light at Abe like someone else who had just woken up from a nightmare.

Or found himself back in one, to judge by the pain in Mack’s eyes when the now familiar snap of fingers came from the compartment behind him and he sighed so long it threatened to put out the lighter.

“Aren’t we going to the front of the train?” Benjamin asked when Abe staggered across the hall and rapped on the door next to Richard’s room.

The door was locked, but after a moment Abe thought he could make out the sound of snoring. Absolutely absurd that anyone could sleep through all of this, but Abe wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He could deal with the Warfstache problem later.

“Do be careful, gentlemen,” Dorene said, the black robe clenched tight around her shoulders barely visible as Abe and Benjamin passed her door, the door pulled just far enough open to create a narrow gap. She muffled a yawn and said, “I think I’ll be getting back to sleep. Some of us can’t be skipping on that beauty rest, you know.”

“Oh, come now,” said the man in the next room over, the one she’d identified to Abe earlier as Illinois. He had his hat pressed to his chest as he leaned against the doorframe, posing like someone who’d shown up too early for the photo shoot. He winked at Dorene and said, “I think you could run circles around the rest of us if you felt like it.”

“Then it’s good for you I’d much rather get some sleep.”

Illinois shrugged and said to the other men, “I’d offer to go with, but three’s a crowd, especially if we’re tripping over each other in the dark. Say the word though, and I’ll be happy to help however I can.”

His smile was dazzling even in the dim, flickering glow of the lighter, and if Abe wasn’t using all he had to keep walking in a straight line, it might have done a number on him.

The last open door was empty, the occupant already retreated back into her room where Abe could hear the scurrying of paper and the click of various trunks being opened as the professor muttered, “Can’t work in these conditions, but I’m sure I can rig up something…”

Only for her muttering to be broken by a jaw-aching yawn followed by a groan.

“Perhaps you should be getting some sleep, Professor Beauregard?” Benjamin suggested, only for the professor to throw what, upon smashing against the wall inches away from the concierge’s ear, proved to be a coffee mug. Benjamin’s voice was notably higher as he continued, “Or not, you’re an adult and more than capable of knowing what’s best for yourself.”

He motioned for Abe to hurry it up and get them out of throwing range, and with some effort Abe managed to get the door at the end of the car open. It wasn’t stuck or anything, he just had some difficulty getting his hand and the handle to connect long enough to do the whole opening thing on the first couple of tries.

“Are you well, detective?” Benjamin asked when Abe had the same trouble with the next door, whose handle seemed to be on the opposite side of anything that made any sort of sense.

“I’m fine,” Abe muttered, resting his hand on the side door and blinking hard at the brilliant white snow out there. The snowstorm from earlier was still going strong, the wind howling as it whipped against the train and threw flakes at the windows so hard they could hear the constant tink of snow hitting the glass. A few feet out and it was impossible to see anything for the haze of white film over it all. They could be within hailing distance of the next station right now for all he could tell.

“If you’d like to go back to your room and get some rest, I would completely—”

Abe didn’t let Benjamin finish that suggestion before he yanked open the door to the luggage car, his spite allowing him to get it on the first try and even carrying him halfway through the narrow aisle between row after row of shelves before the stars gathered around the edge of his vision again.

He paused again, leaning against one of the shelves for support while the former butler caught up. His heart rate slowed, only to pick up again when Abe felt the distinctive tell of eyes on him, the feeling that he was being watched so strong that he whirled back around so fast that the lighter went out on him.

“Damn it,” Abe muttered, trying and failing to light it again until the third attempt, at which point any shadow he thought he saw back near the door they had come in through was long gone. Still he asked, “Did you see that?”

“See what?” Benjamin asked, craning his head to look like it would do any good now.

“…Nothing,” Abe said, but he was on edge now and every shadow drew his eye as they continued on, and there were so many here.

So many nooks and crannies where anyone or anything could be hiding, and here he stood in the middle of it all with a lighter in hand, painting himself in light to make all the better a target.

Abe tried to shake it off and keep moving, hurrying too fast to notice all the things he should have he would realize later, but right now finding the engineer was the priority.

That, and getting the hell out of this car.

Benjamin handled the next set of doors, only to retreat from the engine with his hands raised when Peter turned on them, backlit by the lantern set next to the controls behind him which also illuminated the truly massive wrench he held in both hands like a metal club ready to swing.

“Whoa!” Abe instinctively braced himself for a fight while Benjamin said, “Please be careful with that thing!”

“What?” Peter looked from them to the wrench before hastily dropping it with a clang that shook the floor, his awkward smile so apologetic that it was almost possible to forget the real, genuine fear Abe had seen in those eyes when he turned around. “Really sorry about that, wasn’t expectin’ to see anybody else up here.”

Peter paused, looking from one man to the other before asking, “Why are you two here, exactly?”

“We’re trying to figure out why the power’s out,” Abe said, tilting his lighter to emphasize his point.

“And why the train has stopped moving,” Benjamin added. “What the devil is going on here, Peter?”

“Well, I don’t know what caused the power to go out, but I can show you exactly why we ain’t going nowhere any time soon.” Peter waved his hand for them to step forward to the front of the car where he held his lantern up toward the front window. “Tell me what you see out there.”

“Whole lot of snow?” Abe said, cautious in case this turned out to be a trick question considering there wasn’t much of anything else out there.

“Exactly!” Peter pulled open the door and hopped down from the train, oblivious to the freezing cold or the wind still whipping around as he called for them to follow.

Abe and Benjamin weren’t exactly dressed to be out traipsing around in the middle of a snowstorm, but then neither was Peter and a single shared look confirmed that neither one wanted to be left behind in the car, with or without a lighter.

Abe sank into the snow and tried to follow in the footprints the conductor left behind, the crunch of snow behind him confirming Benjamin was trying to do the same. They didn’t have to go far though before they reached the front of the train, or at least that part of it that wasn’t currently wedged into a mountain of snow.

“Tracks are completely covered,” Peter said in case they missed that fact, raising his lantern to cast more light. “Lucky thing it cleared up just enough for me to see it coming and hit the brakes, else it would have been a lot worse than just getting stuck, I’ll tell you.”

“Stuck?” Benjamin repeated. “You mean we can’t just back out of this?”

Peter shrugged. “Maybe, but then we’d be backtracking for miles just to get to the last junction and hope no one’s coming down the line behind us past that point. Might be easier to just clear the tracks here, but we’d need to wait until morning to see how much of a job that is. That said, if we stay here for now, I know the schedule for this bit. No one else due through until the day after tomorrow, so no need to worry about anyone running into us.”

 “And no one to come help us out,” Abe pointed out.

“The next station will notice if we’re not there on time, and surely they’d send someone to check,” Benjamin said. He looked to Peter and asked, “Is there any way we can contact them before then?”

“Yeah, if we had some power.” Peter slapped the side of the train, which was still steaming from the quickly evaporating heat of the cooling engine. “Like I said, it was lucky enough that I even could see the tracks were covered in time with the lights going out the way they did. Just ‘boom,’ darkness, can’t see a thing. Whole electrical system, down. Fuel still works to keep the train moving, but that doesn’t do a lick of good if I can’t see where we’re going.”

“And how far to the next station?” Abe asked.

“Maybe thirty miles or so, going off the last marker I remember seeing,” Peter said.

Abe nodded. “No one’s walking that, not in this snowstorm. Speaking of, can we go back inside now?”

He was starting to suspect his shoes were not as waterproof as he once thought, at least not when the snow rose higher than his knees and had a tendency to trickle in every time he shifted his weight.

“Right, right, sorry, it gets so hot up front near the engine this kind of feels nice to me,” Peter admitted as they walked single file back inside. “You don’t look so good though, are you okay?”

Abe stomped and brushed himself down to get the outermost layers of snow off, using the movement to ignore the question and ask one of his own. “You said the power was already out before you hit the brakes—what can do that on a train? Is there just some emergency off button, or…?”

Peter shrugged. “Darned if I know, but I’ll keep trying to restart everything. Gotta be honest with you though, I’m a train engineer (and conductor), not an electrical engineer. Those’re what you’d call two very different things.”

  “Do you at least have more of those lanterns around, for myself and the passengers?” Benjamin asked. “The lighter can only do so much.”

Abe looked at the lighter in his hand and said, “Don’t you listen to him, you’ve been doing a great job.”

“Yeah, there’s a whole bunch of them in the luggage car, up near the front in the storage area,” Peter said, leading the way only to stop short at the door. “But maybe I should stay here with the engine. You’ll see them, they’re right by the spare fuel canisters.”

“That…does not sound up to code,” Benjamin said doubtfully, following Abe back through to the luggage car where he stopped short and said, “And that does not look up to code, either. Why are there so many flammable objects so close to the engine?”

“Because that’s where the boxes of matches are,” Abe answered, pointing to said boxes on the same shelf as the lanterns, above the crates full of fuel, paint, and discount fireworks. “How many do you think you can carry?”

Abe lit a lantern, and between the two of them they carried enough to leave one hanging at either end of the passenger car, plus a few that Benjamin said he was going to take back to the kitchen car for the chef’s later benefit while he walked the train in search of any other issues.

“And then I will try to get some rest, and I suggest you do the same, detective. As Peter said, we can only wait until morning before having a full idea of the situation.”

“Somehow, everyone telling me I need some sleep doesn’t make me want to go to sleep any faster,” Abe muttered, but he went into his room all the same and pulled the door shut.

Hanging the lantern by the bed, Abe changed into some dry clothes while he stared out the window, the situation running through his mind as quickly and relentlessly as the snow falling outside.

“Oh, the train! Oh, I remember the train. How long were we stuck in the snow for?”

Abe froze, hands resting on the top buttons of his shirt as Wilford’s words faded into the back of whatever corner of his mind they came out of, leaving a pause just long enough for Abe’s wide eyes to meet their terrified reflection in the glass of the window.

The compartment door jumped its tracks when he yanked it open, but Abe didn’t waste time trying to close it behind him as he crossed the hall and banged on the opposite door.

“Warfstache!” he bellowed, oblivious to the complaints from the other rooms as he tried the door again, ready to force the lock if he had to, only for the door to easily slide open with no resistance.

Abe didn’t stop to question it, he just barged into the room with a snarl already forming on his lips.

“You’re going to tell me what the hell is going on here, or I swear I’ll—”

This time Abe did stop, as he belatedly realized that his pointing finger was aimed at the only occupant of the compartment’s bed, a stuffed teddy bear wearing a false mustache and monocle.

“What…?”

“He’s innocent on all charges, Your Honor. Well, except for the bribery, drug smuggling, impersonating an officer, and all of the manslaughter.”

Abe spun around and saw Wilford sitting in the sill of the window, in full view of the open compartment door where the detective couldn’t possibly have missed him.

Wilford shrugged. “Other than all those little things, he’s not a bad bear.”

“What are you talking about?” Abe asked, before tossing the teddy bear aside and closing the compartment door. “Never mind, I don’t care. What I do want to know is how you knew about this.”

Wilford stared at him for a second, then prompted, “About what, exactly?”

“This! The train, the snow, the, the—” Abe hissed, a hand to his aching temple. There was more, but even trying to think about that night after the disco hurt even when his head didn’t feel like someone had shoved a swarm of bees in there when he wasn’t looking. “How did you know this was going to happen?”

“I haven’t got the faintest clue what you’re talking about,” Wilford said brightly.

“…What are you doing here, Wilford?” Abe asked, wondering if the train had started moving again or if the floor swaying under his feet was just his imagination.

“Oh, same as you, I’m sure. Just enjoying the journey.”

Abe scoffed and Wilford tilted his head.

“You are having fun, aren’t you?”

“Why would I be having fun?” Abe gestured around at all of it. “We’re stuck on a train with no power in the middle of nowhere! What about any of this is fun?”

“Says the man who can’t sit still without some mystery to solve, some murderer to chase down, some bad guy to bring to justice or whatever it is you do,” Wilford seemed to give up halfway through that sentence, flapping his hand at Abe as if to say he knew the rest. “I thought you’d be more excited than anyone with something strange afoot.”

“Stranger than you?” Abe asked.

Wilford feigned indignation. “Strange? Me? I’m perfectly normal, thank you very much. It’s all the rest of you that’s strange, but you won’t catch me saying anything about it.”

Abe winced, the absurdity of that statement too much for him to even start to pull apart right now.

“Say, Abe, are you okay? You don’t look so—”

“I know, I know! Could everyone stop saying that for two seconds?!”

Turns out yelling didn’t help, and Abe had to sit down and hold his head between his knees until the nausea passed.

Breathe in, breathe out, slow, deep breaths—all easier said than done with his present company, but gradually Abe felt his head start to clear only to stick again on something Wilford had said.

Something strange was going on, he could feel it in the air, and he knew it wasn’t just because of the power outage.

“I need to talk this out, get it out of my head,” Abe said, standing up. He preferred to work with visual representations, boards, notes, photos, all tied together with string—seeing the connections laid out, no matter how complicated the result might be, that always helped.

Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly have the material to work with yet, physical or otherwise. When that happened, having someone to talk to, bounce ideas off of until something clicked into place, that was as key as any clue in an investigation.

“Ooh, I’m listening,” Wilford said, raising one hand only to slowly lower it when the detective glared at him.

“I had someone else in mind,” Abe said, and headed for the door while Wilford shrugged.

“Fair enough. I’ve never been really good at the whole retaining information thing. Speaking of, what’s the name of your partner again?”

Abe slammed the compartment door behind him, and at the end of the hall nearest the lounge car there was a startled shout before Benjamin said, “Really detective, if you could be a little more respectful of the other passengers!”

Abe pressed a finger to his lips and shushed the other man, stage whispering, “Don’t shout, people are trying to sleep around here!”

Petty, but worth it to see Benjamin’s pretty face give an affronted gasp in the light of his lantern, even if another door opened behind him and Dorene said, “Yes, we are. Do you two not have something better to do than making all this noise out in the hallway?”

“Wh—he started it!” Benjamin said, pointing his finger at Abe.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m just going to go check in with Happy, we’ll try to keep it down,” Abe said, heading toward the room that had been his earlier. “Can’t speak for that guy though, you’ll want to keep an eye on him.”

Abe ignored Benjamin’s protests and knocked on Happy’s door.

When no answer came, he knocked again, harder this time, before calling out, “Happy, you up?”

“I don’t see how anyone could sleep through all of this,” Dorene commented.

“He wasn’t asleep just a few minutes ago,” Abe said. “How fast can one man fall asleep?”

“Perhaps you should leave whatever the matter is until the morning,” Benjamin suggested, even as Abe put his hand on the doorlatch and froze.

“Benjamin,” Abe said, his voice odd, strangled. “Do you have a key to these rooms?”

“Why, yes, but if you think I’m going to let you into someone else’s—”

“Get this door open, now!”

The order came with such authority that Benjamin moved forward, keys jangling in his hand while other doors started to open up and down the car.

“What’s going on?” Illinois asked, as calm and cool as ever.

“It looks like the detective got locked out of his room and is making us all suffer for it,” Mack said, the lack of sleep probably having something to do with the annoyance in his voice.

Behind Abe, Richard sounded too tentative compared to his earlier arrogance as he whispered, “Detective, is this related to our…discussion earlier?”

Abe didn’t answer, because as Benjamin moved closer to the compartment door the light of his lantern caught the doorlatch, illuminating the red stains on it and Abe’s hand. Benjamin breathed in sharply and soon found the key, unlocking the door and, careful not to touch the smear of blood, pulled it open.

Abe took the lantern and raised it without stepping inside, the soft glow catching on the pool of red surrounding the body lying crumpled on the floor, one hand outstretched toward the fedora that had fallen just out of reach while the other was tucked inside his jacket where his weapon lay hidden. One look confirmed what Abe already knew the moment he spotted the blood on the door:

Agent Harold Apless was dead.

Not just dead—murdered. Abe, a beat too late, realized he maybe shouldn’t have said that last bit out loud when shocked gasps rang throughout the car behind him.

((End of Part 4. Thank you as always for reading!

Hey look, that thing this fic is named for finally happened!...Sorry, Happy.

Link to Part 5: Buddy System.

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[magicshopaholic]

hey, do you read fic at all? i was wondering if you had any recs, i feel like i don't see you interact with fic a lot on here! i love your stories, so wondered what are your favorite authors too :]

Hello! The short answer to this is yes, but it comes with the caveat that I haven’t read much lately, primarily because I have no time but also because now that my characters are getting more and more fleshed out with every fic, reading other fanfic feels like my members are cheating on their OCs 😕 (I read this really good Namjoon fic where he met the reader at a party, and spent a whole week imagining Namjoon cheating on Kaya with that Y/N and it kind of killed me)

Having said that, I still do read fics when I can, definitely those that don’t interfere in my head with my OCs. I’m joining collabs and book clubs as much as I can so that I read more; but in the meantime I’d love to recommend some of my favourite fics and authors to you and any other readers:

(Please read the warnings on each fic before proceeding)

1. Poetry of the Stars by @jjiimin: This is the best fic I have read my entire life (barring one legendary series in the HP fandom - iykyk) and I honestly have nothing else to say about it. Riley has unfortunately deactivated her Tumblr account but I’m so glad I got to tell her how incredible her story was before she did so, so this is my number one. It’s 25K+ words iirc and was one of the first fics I read in the fandom and I just read it all in one go because I couldn’t stop.

(Also a favourite is Irresistible by the same author but I unfortunately don’t have a link to it)

2. @sahmfanficbts: There’s no fic mentioned here because I recommend Sam’s entire masterlist. She’s one of my all time favourite authors in the fandom and I have read and will read every single BTS fic she ever posts. Every fic is so immersive and every character is so deeply developed that they just stay with me and I find myself thinking about them at random times. Just beautiful, fantastic writing.

3. The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series by @kpopfanfictrash: Funny, quippy dialogue is my absolute favourite thing and this series has some of the best combination of humour and heart. Shanna’s works are pretty popular so you may have already checked this one out but I’m gonna recommend it anyway. (I remember coming on anon to gush about it because I was shy af, but I absolutely loved it, Shanna :))

4. Four Seven Eight by @jiminrings: This is the one I’ve read most recently and I’ve had it in my drafts since then so that I don’t forget to write a review because it deserves a great one. So here’s my apology to Hannah for taking so long to do it 🤓 but this is an amazing series, full of angst and hope and has my recommendation for sure.

5. For The Crown by @chimknj: I don’t read mxm fics, particularly mxm smut, but there was no way on earth I was going to pass on this one. Gina and I share an obsession with A Song of Ice and Fire (and I mean OBSESSION - we talk about it 24x7) and the premise of this fic was so compelling and so exciting to discuss that the only thing better than that was actually reading it. The way Gina has written this - I was transported to Westeros instantly. Everything is subtle and nuanced and I found myself connecting with every single character (also Kingsguard!Namjoon was not something I knew I needed). Idk if she’s planning on writing future parts but if she is… fuck, I’m so excited I can’t even talk about it.

6. A Silent Heart Still Beats by @akinnie75: This is another fic I have in my drafts because its review deserves my entire attention. It deals with some difficult topics but is so sad yet hopeful. The OC is such a beautiful character inside and out and this doesn’t usually happen to me with fics, but she actually changed my life and taught me how to rise above, be compassionate and forgive. I won’t give away anymore but this is just a gorgeous, gorgeous fic.

7. Just Practice by @lamourche: I can’t BELIEVE I’ve finally found this fic again!!! I read it once and then lost it (now I realise it’s because the author has seemingly removed their masterlist) but I’d commented on it from my main blog. It is one of my favourite fics of all time: it reads like a college indie movie or like a Sally Rooney novel. I was crying at the end but I couldn’t even put my finger on what it was which just meant that it was the entire vibe of the story rather than a specific scene. It breaks my heart that I’ll never get to read this again but the author has all my appreciation and gratitude for writing it.

These are some recs off the top of my head that have stayed with me and I’ll probably add to this if I think of more. A huge thank you to all these authors for their wonderful work - and thanks to you too, anon, for the question. It felt great to go back to old fics and give a shout out to such talented writers <3

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: I forgot Norah and Ominis kind of matched outfits. That will be something to talk about over time, hehe. But partying ahead! There are several Gryffindor party audios on Youtube that you can listen to (Youtube user Christine has the most immersive ones, with actual speaking audio).

The song by the way is Hard to Beat by Hard-Fi. I know, very 2000s. haha.

Masterlist

Chapter 11

Their linked arms didn't stay linked for long as they made their way to Gryffindor tower, just past the faculty tower. It seemed like most of the sixth years had partnered up for the party following Professor Ronen's assignment. Making new friends, possibly a date to the Yule Ball that was still a few months away. Norah and Ominis looked around for a sign of Sebastian, who was already waiting for them near the Fat Lady portrait.

Clad in jeans and a black tee under a green bomber jacket, Sebastian also fixed his hair similar to Ominis, with one lock falling just a little over his forehead. The three of them seemed to have coordinating outfits. Then again, it seemed like many students dressed in shades of their house colors. Unlike Ominis, Sebastian seemed to be aware that he was seen as one of, if not the most handsome Slytherins in the school.

"Looking good, looking good," Sebastian gave them a thumbs up as they approached him. "Natty told me the password in advance. I saw Amit and Samantha already enter with them."

"You look handsome yourself," Norah smiled. "I would've thought Cressida was going to meet you here."

The freckled brunette rolled his eyes at her teasing, while Ominis chuckled. "Very funny, you-" He stopped himself. You beautiful creature, you amazing human, maybe love of my life, he thought. Sebastian cleared his throat. "Well then, shall we revel in the festivities?" He grinned.

The trio approached the painting, with Sebastian already saying the password. Loud music greeted them as they crawled inside the portrait hole. Everyone around them was already enjoying themselves, as if a live band was performing all throughout the common room. There were barrels of butterbeer flowing in cups being passed around to everyone while sweets and pastries from Honeydukes were on the table, along with other savory fare taken from the kitchens.

Norah looked around, spotting Nellie crawling on top of the fireplace mantel, much to the cheers of some of the partygoers. To her surprise, several other Gryffindors were holding drinking games in one corner, as someone smuggled in some firewhisky. "It sounds like everyone's having so much fun!" Ominis tried to tell her.

"Yeah! We should have fun too!" She looked at her two friends, who were beginning to nod along to the music that was playing.

I've seen you darling, seen you hanging round town You in a short skirt, shining eyes of deep brown You had a dirty look, you caught me on your hook Turn up the thermostat, I want to see you sweat Oh yeah, girl you got, somethin' I like

Norah spotted Garreth, who was already introducing his new brew, fizzing whizz-beers, which seemed to be a success. At least it seemed like a success from seeing how many people have been drinking it. "Let's go get some of Garreth's new brew!" She told them.

"Is that even safe?" Sebastian grinned, waving at Garreth, who was also waving them to come over. "He hasn't created a mess yet, hasn't he?"

"Are we drinking?" Ominis suddenly asked.

"Yeah, come on, Ominis, it's only for tonight," Norah tried to convince him. "Everyone seems to like it"

With some reluctance, Ominis let himself be led by Norah and Sebastian over to Garreth, who immediately conjured some cups to fill with his new drink. "Just got here?" He asked.

"Yeah, a few minutes ago, actually!" Norah said near his ear, while he passed the drinks to them. "You seem to have succeeded in your new brew, huh?"

Garreth looked proud. "Yeah! Drink as much as you like, there's going to be plenty more in the months to come~" He declared.

The three of them took sips of the drink, with Norah raising a brow at the taste. She turned to Garreth. "This just tastes like butterbeer mixed with firewhisky and some really strong ale," She said.

The freckly redhead laughed. "Because it is!"

Norah, Sebastian, and Ominis gaped, looking around at how tipsy some had already gotten, perhaps after downing several already since the party started. Realizing how good the drink tasted, they took another long drink. Garreth was more than happy to refill their cups, cheering in between, when a Gryffindor seventh year stood up on one of the tables and loudly sang the song.

I walked right over, said, 'Hi how ya doin?' You smiled at me and girl, you tore right through me I said, come on let's dnce, we've got to take our chance You whispered in my ear, you wanna get out of here

The crowds of students were singing along to the song, which Norah enjoyed watching as the party went on. "We should find Natty, Poppy, and Amit, shouldn't we?" She turned to them again, after another drink.

Can you feel it? Rockin' the city Ah yeah, straight out of nowhere-ness Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no, I tell you somethin'

"This drink isn't so bad after all, I have to give you credit, Weasley," Ominis took another drink before Garreth refilled his cup. "All the explosions and messes in Sharp's class ended up for something good."

Garreth looked proud, but there was a glint in his eye that made Norah think he was being mischievous. After all, they were still inside Hogwarts. "I hope you've got some pepper-up potion on hand, Garreth, some of these people might wake up with a hangover tomorrow"

"I've got that sorted out, it's brewing upstairs. Just have fun, you three, enjoy the first of four house parties this year, Merlin knows we need it," Garreth assured her, seeing Ominis ask for yet another refill, claiming that despite what it was made of, he didn't feel a thing. Sebastian was also leaning toward the same way.

You know I love ya, just wanna touch ya Stand up, knock me right off my feet Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

The music seemed to hit a crescendo, making everyone cheer and sing along, dancing in their spots. Soon enough, the resident Gryffindor prefects along with some seventh years, moved the chairs and couches to the side. They were clearing the way for people to dance in the middle. Norah downed her drink before asking Garreth for another.

While she was in a good mood earlier, it had only occurred to Norah that maybe she needed a bit of a break. Everyone else was certainly letting off some steam by drinking, eating, and dancing tonight. Even Grace Pinch Smedley, who seemed to be the most composed among their fellow Slytherins, was already dancing with some Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. Looking almost unrecognizable with the way she styled her hair and her party outfit, Grace was definitely letting go of her inhibitions to have fun.

Nellie, who was earlier drinking while standing on the mantel, had begun dancing on top, to louder cheers from the crowd gathered around her. Among those was Leander, whose cheeks were already red because of Garreth's drink. Feeling like it was safe, Norah got another refill.

Let's spend the night, spend the night together Heart beating so fast, as you take my shirt off This girl I saw round town, well now she's going down Stuck on a losing streak, I think you've turned it round Oh yeah, girl you've got, something I like

"Care to dance, anyone?" Norah asked, even glancing at Garreth. "I love this song"

Ominis hesitated, willing himself to slow down on the drinks. "Not really sure dancing is my style," Sebastian replied with some reluctance.

"Dance? I think I've got two left feet," Ominis replied.

Read all about it, have you heard the latest? Boy in a band dates a Hollywood actress But baby you and me, we came up from the street No time to hesitate, we've got to push our weight

"Suit yourselves, I will," Norah grinned, gesturing Garreth to come with her. The redhead almost immediately left his spot by the barrel to join her. Even if Garreth's dancing could be described as similar to that of an old person, he was fun, even mouthing the words along with Norah, the two of them laughing at how silly they're being.

Can you feel it? Rocking the city Ah yeah, straight out of nowhere-ness Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no, I tell you somethin'

The music, the drinks, the atmosphere, Norah felt like she could get lost in all of it. It was so supremely happy and energetic. Or it might have been the drinks that was making her feel and think that way. She was having so much fun dancing with Garreth, the two of them singing along as if to each other.

"I knew that would put a smile on your face," Garreth whispered near her ear, the two of them went back into dancing as silly as they could get. "Take it easy on the drinks, wouldn't want the Hogwarts heroine to get piss drunk, after all"

Norah laughed. "Don't worry, Garreth, enjoying myself tonight is all I'm thinking about."

"Good, you've earned it" Garreth assured her. "I'm glad you're having fun so far. It's your first Hogwarts house party."

"Yeah, it's so much fun! I mean, I expected this from Gryffindors," Norah teased. "I told Leander the same thing the other day."

Garreth looked proud. "It'll only be even more fun from now on. Hufflepuff's hosting the next one. Here's a tip, make sure to come in hungry. They've got the best food."

"I figured," Norah nodded.

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya Stand up, knock me right off my feet Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

"Hey!" Natty and Henry soon appeared to Sebastian and Ominis. Both of them were also holding their drinks. "It's so much fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sebastian nodded. "You can't tell but I'm absolutely enjoying myself. After those NEWT lessons and homework, I think we deserve this."

"Hear hear," Henry raised his cup, making Sebastian clink with his in a toast. "I heard about the bet as to who Norah's summoner is, by the way. Did she say anything?"

That seemed to make Ominis stand up straight, letting out a hiccup. "Did you join in the bet?" He asked.

Henry chuckled. "No, not really. But some of my friends certainly did. Their cornish pasties are on you, Gaunt," He glanced at the blonde, who looked surprised. Sebastian seemed to be just as surprised at the mention of the bet. "Those who bet on Sebastian over here have had to fetch some from Hogsmeade now that they know they've lost."

"Norah hasn't said anything about who summoned her name yet, but I think she already knows who it is," Natty said, clinking her cup with Henry's as they took a drink. "Based on the letters she got from him, the one who summoned her must be absolutely mad for her."

"Got it down bad, has he?" Sebastian muttered, looking down at his drink, trying his hardest not to feel or look annoyed by what Natty and Henry were saying. "Well, maybe Garreth's the one who summoned her, since she's dancing with him right now."

"Weasley, eh?" Ominis muttered, following another hiccup.

Goodness No, I've never known a night like this, can't believe it You're so hard to beat, hard to beat

The song that was playing slowed down for a moment, and Norah and Garreth stopped. "So Garreth, who summoned you? Or...who did you summon?" She asked curiously. Even if she knew Ominis was the one who summoned her name, she wondered about the redhead standing in front of her.

"Well-" Garreth sputtered, a little flustered at the question. "If it's alright, I'd rather not say."

"Alright, I won't press for more details, but it does seem like you planned to summon someone but couldn't, hmm?" Norah raised a brow. Before Garreth had the chance to speak, the music went up again, the dancing even more upbeat. "Then don't think about that for now, let's just dance!"

"I couldn't agree more!"

Drive me crazy, my beautiful baby Let's spend the whole day right here together

He wasn't sure if it was the drink he made everyone, including himself, take as they enjoyed the festivities, but Garreth was feeling bold. His mother would always call alcoholic drinks like that liquid courage, a legal version of Felix Felicis. Garreth took another step closer, the two of them dancing in sync while mouthing the words to the song.

"Norah," He said near her ear. "How'd you like to come to Hogsmeade with me sometime? We can go to Madam Puddikin's if you want."

She leaned back a little. "Are you asking me out, Weasley?" She teased.

"Maybe, I just want to make sure," He replied, a small smirk forming on his lips. "But we can also go as friends, though. Maybe check out the brew I've been making in Honeydukes."

"Oh?...You like me, Garreth?" Norah stared at him. "Why?"

"Because you're cool, and I don't mean this because you're the Hogwarts heroine and all," Garreth quickly explained, his cheeks hot. "I mean-I-I just, I just think you're great."

Norah glanced at her friends, who were standing at the side, watching them with pleased expressions, including Ominis. Henry also looked at the two of them with an approving look. "You think I'm great?"

"Yeah, who wouldn't be?" Garreth said, the confidence in his voice getting replaced with a slight nervousness. "So, Hogsmeade sometime?"

She chuckled, finding the sudden shyness endearing. Her heart was suddenly pounding, not expecting that Garreth would think of asking her out. She suddenly wasn't sure how she felt about Garreth. He had a talent for inadvertently getting into trouble, but always had good intentions. There were times in Potions that she wondered how his mind worked, with all his ideas for concoctions that for half the time, ended up making a mess.

Still, Garreth was one of the most-liked students in their year, perhaps the one that balanced out Leander's uptight nature and Nellie's rather thrill-seeking personality. Their dynamic just reminded Norah of hers with Sebastian and Ominis, and she found it amusing.

"Not sure you can handle me, though," Norah teased. "Perhaps we can hang out at Hogsmeade. Butterbeers at Three Broomsticks, maybe a visit to Zonko's?"

There was something in what Norah said that made the redhead curious. "I know about those rumors of what you've done in fifth-year. Honestly, I regret not asking to tag along if it was that eventful."

She laughed. "Spiders, acromantulas, poachers, loyalists, trolls, dugbogs, and everything that's out to kill people in between. You've got to channel Gryffindor's courage in all of those."

"I would've if you brought me along," Garreth pointed out with a grin. "That would've provided the perfect opportunity for me to test out my brews."

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya Stand up, knock me right off my feet Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat Oh yeah, girl you've got, something I like Oh yeah, girl you've got, something I like

"Is Norah still dancing with Garreth?" Ominis suddenly asked.

"Yeah, she seems to be having a good time," Sebastian replied, helping himself to another refill. He was starting to feel the drink's effects, but if he wanted to let loose for a little bit, another round wouldn't hurt, right? At least that's what he thought, while partly drying to drown out the growing feeling of jealousy from seeing Norah continue to enjoy Garreth's company.

Looking around, it seemed like Andrew and Poppy were still deep in conversation, their faces getting closer the more they talked. Sebastian immediately averted his gaze, knowing that Andrew and Poppy were bound to be an item soon.

"Did you summon anyone?" Ominis nudged him, transfiguring the drink into water for him to drink. "Or did your name get summoned?"

The question made Sebastian frown. "Yeah, Cressida Blume summoned my name, and she said it was accidental."

"You're lucky then. I heard Blume is good with non-verbal spells."

"Yeah, we nearly got caught up in Horklump Hollow earlier," Sebastian muttered, making the blonde whip his head toward his friend. "Norah was following a lead on Harlow in Upper Hogsfield."

"You were in Upper Hogsfield too?" Ominis sounded annoyed.

Sebastian hummed. "Yeah, I was to meet Cressida there since there was a shop she was going to. Poppy was there too, and we caught Norah trying to approach the poacher-filled cave. We followed her and went inside to spy on them."

"Oh," Ominis muttered.

Given his friend's tipsy state, Sebastian had an idea. "You wouldn't tell them who you summoned, or who summoned you. Who is it?"

Ominis slowly tilted his head toward the two people dancing nearby. "I can't tell you just yet, but I will say it was quite difficult to write a good poem, or think of a good riddle-" He stopped, realizing what he said.

But Sebastian immediately figured it out. "You're the one who summoned Norah? But when could you have done that?"

"When you were still asleep, or still in the Great Hall, I took the chance after hours," Ominis replied. "When no one was around in the grounds."

Sebastian glanced at her, laughing as she kept dancing with Garreth. "Accidentally too?"

Ominis shook his head. "No, I summoned her name, even before Prewett or Weasley could."

He wanted to laugh but somehow he couldn't. If Sebastian wasn't already jealous of Garreth for dancing so easily with Norah, he couldn't help but also feel jealous of Ominis for doing what he did. It seemed silly to even be jealous of Ominis. He was his most trusted friend. Yet, he wondered: Did Ominis like Norah too?

[amberjazmyn]

burning questions

i love the cast of cw's supernatural and even though it is no longer being filmed, i still enjoy the show so i was inspired to write my own few imagines of the cast! the one i'll be writing in this chapter is a take on the burning questions video that celebrities do and it has already been written before however, i'll be doing it for all four of the main boys (jensen, jared, misha and alex) so, enjoy! by the way, for all the boys, a different name will be used as it helps me a lot more than using y/n. 

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jensen ackles 

"hiya, i'm evangline ackles and i will be answering my fans' most burning questions about my life!" smiling at the camera, evangeline grabs the tin bucket with the pieces of folded paper of questions

"how do you feel about answering all these questions, evangeline?" a producer behind the camera asks as the actress smiles before responding 

"i'm actually pretty confident as, to be fair, i've had people ask me some very interesting questions throughout my career so, i'm sure these can't be too bad!" the stage and screen actress quips with a small chuckle as she then proceeds to unfold the first question

"the first question is..." she trails off as she unravels it and reads it with a smile

"how many siblings do you have?" evangeline smiles at that question considering it was a simple but still sweet and simplistic question to ask 

"good question, umm, it's actually really funny, i have eleven..." 

"...soo, is there twelve siblings in total or are you one of eleven?" a producer asks for clarification as evangeline giggles before clarifying

"oh, yeah, to clarify, there are twelve siblings in total, five of them are biologically mine and then the other six are step-siblings. it's really complicated so i won't go into as much detail in this response but yeah, i have five biological siblings since my mum had six kids and then my step-dad had six who are my step-siblings," evangeline giggles as she sees the shocked looks from the producers who were sitting in front of her 

"anyway, next question!" evangeline giggles as she picks up the next question and unfolds it 

"if you could switch bodies with one of your current or former broadway cast members, who would it be and why?" evanegline's face instantly lights up at this question and it was easy to understand why 

"ooh, this question has got to be my favourite question! umm, it would for sure have to be either phillipa soo from when i was her understudy for hamilton or my current cast member, gabrielle carrubba as we both share the role of zoe murphy on dear evan hansen when it opens back up on december 11th. so, get your tickets for that down below or in the link in my instagram bio!" evangelina smiles as she goes to pick up a different question when a producer calls out to her 

"why would you switch bodies with phillipa and gabrielle?" evangeline facepalms before responding to the second part of the question with a chuckle

"oh, shoot, i'm sorry! uhh, i'd switch bodies with phillipa because, she's just absolutely stunning and i just wish i had the same poise, confidence and elegance as her. i mean, she is just the epitome of broadway queen and she is so humble as well! i just adore her to the moon and back and i'd switch with gabrielle because honestly, we're quite literally the same person but in two different bodies! like, me and gabrielle just understand each other in ways that i genuinely think it honestly worries my husband, jensen. but, i also think he secretly enjoys the fact that gabrielle and i, who both play zoe in dear evan hansen, that there aren't any clashes and we don't argue with one another on who plays zoe better. but, yeah, i'd love to see how gabrielle thinks and processes things as well as that is literally the singular thing that is different about us!" evangeline giggles as she looks up to the camera and producers as she reopens the next question

"oh *giggles* speaking of dear evan hansen!" she chuckles, showing the question as she then turns it back around to read it 

"what's it like playing zoe murphy in dear evan hansen alongside greats like jordan fisher, jared goldsmith and gabrielle carrubba, who you share the role of zoe with?" 

"wow, this is such a good question. umm, it's honestly a dream come true to play a character like zoe, i mean, since the show first started five years ago, i've fallen in love with zoe as a character. and, just getting the opportunity to share the role with gabrielle and do it alongside jordan is a dream come true for sure!" evangeline smiles as she unfolds the next question

"in regards to playing zoe murphy on deh sharing it with gabrielle carrubba, how does it work. only because it doesn't say that either of you is understudying one another so, how does it work? are you both known as the leading ladies or what?"

"ooh, another good question! y'all have such good questions! but umm, yes, in regards to meand gabrielle both being known as the leading ladies, that is right. we are not known as each others understudies and that is because the casting director purely loved both gabrielle and i during auditions that they couldn't bear to call either one of us the understudy. so, we're both just known as "leading ladies, zoe murphy" which is honestly really cool. so, pretty much what happens is that every two weeks, we switch as to who is performing. so, currently, for this week and next week, gabrielle is on as zoe whilst i stay here in vancouver with the cast of supernatural and then, after next week, i'll be flying into nyc to do my two weeks of zoe and then that's how gabrielle and i work it. and, honestly, it's a really good system as it honestly gives us room to do other things that the other cast members can't do unfortuantely because they don't have another person with them to cover except for their understudy if they were to do the every two week thing that gabrielle and i do. so, yeah, it is truly something that gabrielle and i take full advantage of and it is truly a solid work plan!" evangeline smiles, hoping she explained that properly as the producer gave her a thumbs up, letting her know it made perfect sense 

"what's one thing that jensen and the leading men of supernatural do that bother the absolute hell out of you when you are on set with them?"

"ooohh, we're getting juicy now *giggles*," evangeline giggled, her head flying back before she answers the question 

"i'll do them one by one so, the one thing that jensen does specifically is that when i'm trying to go through my songs for deh the week before i leave for nyc is he'll sit right in front of me. he will usually sit on the chair backwards kinda like jared does *giggles* and he'll just rest his arms on the back of the chair and rest his chin or entire head there and he'll just watch as i mumble through my lines and songs and it bugs me. i can never stay annoyed at my husband for too long but it is truly something that bugs me when i'm trying to focus. jared, an annoying thing that jared does...now that's hard because jared actually doesn't tend to annoy me as much as the other three do and that may come as a shock to people. but, he really doesn't annoy me since he knows when the line has been drawn and he doesn't draw the line further. so, jared's my favourite out of all of them *giggles*. umm, alex...he bugs me with his puppy dog eyes. which i know a lot of people think is something that jared would use with me but he doesn't. it's always alex coming over to me with puppy eyes which means he wants me to do something for him without him actually saying it. but, to be fair, i always do what alex wants me to do because his puppy dog eyes are the actual sweetest every so, i can't ever say no to him. i've actually said before that it's a crime to say no to alex's puppy dog eyes *giggles*. and last but not least, misha...to be fair, again, similar to jared actually, misha also doesn't really annoy me either. misha just makes me giggle and will subtly distract me, like, not as obvious as jensen does but, misha will just be in the corner of my eye and he'd be making a funny face at me. and then, i'll confuse myself because i would then notice misha and get all muddled up with whatever it was i was doing. but, to finish this question off, i couldn't ever stay annoyed at them as they are all wonderful men and, i adore them to the moon and back and then infinity!" evangeline smiles as she grabs the third to last question

"funniest onstage flop, whether it was on broadway or during your guest staring role on supernatural?" 

 this question made evangline chuckle real good. she's had way too many flops to just mention one so, she just named some of them but explained only two of them in great detail. 

"wow, okay, this is funny. so, okay, i've had so many so i'm just gonna round up a small list of not even half! so, i've tripped during hamilton, i've forgotten part of eliza's solo during burn, i've been heard laughing during daveed digs' onstage messup. i've messed up a death scene on supernatural, i've flubbed lines on spn, i've missed my mark on hamilton. i've missed my mark on spn, i've been caught jamming out backstage during you'll be back in hamilton, i've been caught making faces whilst on stage doing hamilton when i thought i couldn't be seen. and, the list goes on and on and all of these mishaps as you've heard, mostly happened during hamilton supernatural," evangeline chuckles as she then explains one from hamilton and one from supernatural in detail 

"so, in regards to being heard laughing during daveed diggs' onstage mess up, it was during his verse in 'i know' and he was about to do his really cool rap part of the song and it was like he was having a stroke all of a sudden. he had started to perform his quite fast-paced verse when all of a sudden, his brain and mouth must have clearly had a disconnect and he just started trailing off into random gibberish. and, obviously, me being me, i couldn't hold my laughter as most people in my cast were able to even though i don't think they could hold their laughter this time either. and, thinking i had my microphone turned off as i was techncially, whilst not apart of the scene, every person on the cast was either on stage or on the surround, so i was on stage i think or it may have been the surround that day as i must have been in the ensemble rather than on as eliza. so, thinking my mic was turned off, which for those wondering it never is turned off unless it's scripted to be turned off, i just burst out into laughter when suddenly ariana debose, one of the ensemble, who was also giggling, pointed at my mic. mouthing to me that it hadn't been turned off so everyone had heard me bursting out into hysterical laughter after daveed messed up and my face had never been so red and flushed in my entire life! but, in saying that, it was probably one of my favourite memories of hamilton as oak, a fellow cast member was also cracking up as were other cast members. so, yeah, it was a hilarious mess up but afterwards, i did get caught by our stage manager but thankfully, i wasn't in too much trouble or anything since the stage manager also found it funny. and, rather, it was the sound tech that got in heavy trouble for not noticing that my mic was still on when it was actually scripted for it to be turned off," evangeline chuckled, her smile radiating as she then told the supernatural mess up story 

"now, my favourite supernatural mess up was actually when we were trying to film a death scene. it was actually my characters fake death scene right before the actual big death scene four weeks later in the season finale of i think, season fourteen.  so, pretty much, to give you a rundown, the actual day of filming cece, my character's fake death scene wasn't actually as sad as people make it out to be in the comments of the youtube videos *giggles*. we purposefully made sure to make it as lighthearted as possible throughout the day as we knew that in four weeks time, for the finale, that it would be even worse and a much sadder, depressing and time consuming day. so, our director made sure to keep us smiling and laughing the whole day of my fake death scene and, he accidentally did that a little to seriously as, during my fake death, we kept messing up. i kept on laughing and not being able to hide my breathing. jared kept on screaming out evangeline instead of cece accidentally and jensen kept on swearing because he wasn't getting his mark right for his placing in the scene and, it was just hilarious and chaotic. and, at one point, misha legitmately, accidentally gatecrashed the scene and accidentally flicked me in the nose. oh, and another take, jared had accidentally tripped over me and in that same take, jensen fell on top of me and, yeah. after about, i swear, hundreds of takes,  we finally got the take we needed and it was a great day overall. and i say that because they didn't try to make the day really sad because it was a fake death scene so, they wanted to make it as lighthearted as possible and that's what they did. this also gave my husband and jared so much acting freedom to go off script if they so chose to do so. and, yeah, it was just a fantastically fun episode to shoot!" evangeline smiles as she picks up the second to last question 

"what is something you miss about supernatural and a quick fact about the day you filmed cece's real death scene in the season fourteen finale that's never been revealed?" 

"ooh, this is such a good question. that's so cool...umm...i miss a lot about supernatural i mean, that show really is how i met jensen, my husband and we're now pregnant with our first kid so, it's great but, obviously, i couldn't stay on the show forever as i was doing broadway and other projects but, yeah. and a fact about cece's death scene in the season fourteen finale that's been revealed...hmm, that's a good question!" evangeline responds with a giggle as she comes up with her response quickly 

"oh, duh, i know! umm, obviously, it's been mentioned before but shooting death scenes can become quite uncomfortable and quite upsetting so, having to get into that headspace to film it have everything be perfect can be extremely difficult. so, when it came to filming cece's death it was kind of really emotionally draining because, obviously, playing dead isn't as simple as laying still, right? so, you have to make sure your breathing is shallow or you have to hold it as that then defeats the purpose of pretending to be dead. umm, you have to make sure your entire body is relaxed so that includes your face, neck, legs, stomach, arms - the whole entire body so if you get picked up, which is usually what happens, you can easily go limp and just appear to have no muscle function and look like a toy almost," evangeline pauses to catch her breath before continuing 

"and, with my death scene in season fourteen in the finale, it was actually a downcast day. like, i'm talking not just the cast and crew but it seemed as though the weather was matching how everyone was feeling. because, during the filming of my death scene, it started to pour down heavily with rain and it wasn't expected or forecasted. and it genuinely scared everyone but, it made the scene look a thousand times prettier and emotional and it just really set the tone for how the other characters were going to react later on in the episode. and, another fact was that, all the reactions were real reactions. so, it wasn't sam, dean and cas it was jared, jensen and misha which made it even harder for me to keep my cool and composure. to the point where, i don't know if anyone noticed in the episode but, when jensen as dean picks me up and he's you know, losing it, absolutely freaking out and trying to wake me up, a singular tear rolls down the side of my cheek that was closest to jensen's shirt. so in later scenes, the tear drop is seen and no one knew it was mine, everyone thought it was jensen's but, no it was mine! but yeah, death scenes are really not my favourite scenes to film but, they do give you the most time to show your skills when you're not the one dying or already dead!" evangeline smiles as she then picks up the final question 

"and last but not least..." 

"do you and the spn wives get along?" 

 "and the answer is, yes we do! we get along so well that i think the guys aren't shocked anymore when we get excited to see each other again *giggles*. like, literally, a few weeks ago when i was during rehearsals for dear evan hansen, alex's wife lena came to visit me and i full on freaked out as i hadn't seen her in a couple of months before she surprised me. so, yes, of course, we absolutely adore each other. and, especially due to our partners being in spn together, it all made us closer and all gave us something to bond over and relate with. i mean, jared's lovely lady was also in spn as was i so, yeah, it was something we could all relate to!" evangeline smiled before looking back at the camera 

"so guys, that was my last question! i'm evangeline ackles and this has been answering my fans most burning questions! i hope you enjoyed and laughed with me. or, you found out an interesting fact that you didn't know about me that existed until now! bye guys, thank you for having me!" evangeline smiles as she hopped off the seat and left the camera's frame

a giggle being the last thing heard from evangeline before the video ended. 

jared padalecki 

"hello, my name is callie padalecki and i will be answering my fans most burning questions about me!" i giggled as i picked up the first question and already, i wish i hadn't agreed to this 

"oh no...this first question does not look promising at all!" i chuckled sadly as i opened the rest of it and read it out loud

"what is callie padalecki's real name?" oh, that wasn't actually too bad, the fuck did i freak out for? 

"oh..okay...why did i freak out for no reason?" i giggled before continuing the answer 

"okay for those who weren't aware, callie isn't actually my birth name, it's a stage name slash nickname. my birth name is caroline elaine de rose but, when i turned sixteen and emancipated myself from my parents, i immediately changed my name to just callie elaine and now my married name is callie elaine padalecki so, it's pretty neat!" i chuckled, throwing the piece of paper to the floor as i grabbed the second question 

"why did callie padalecki emancipate herself from her parents?" 

"ooh...okay, this is kind of a tough question because there wasn't a single reason as to why per se. it was rather an amalgamation of reasons as to why i emancipated myself from my parents but, the main reason was that they were quite abusive and, i wasn't going to stand for it any longer!" i smiled as i chucked away the question to pick up the next one 

"was callie padalecki on supernatural?" 

"*giggles* i get this question a lot and, yes. i was on supernatural and that is actually how i met my now husband, jared. i was in seasons four as a recurring role as noelle and then in thirteen, fourteen and fifteen as a guest star. and, the best thing was, especially for the later seasons, i was credited as callie padalecki so that was nice seeing that rather than de rose," i smiled, my cheeks heating up when i mention jared as my husband and saying that my last name, padalecki as i picked up the next question

"was there ever a moment where you wanted to give up acting and go back home to hawaii or texas?" 

"ooh, that is a good question and, i'll be totally honest since i have to. but, honestly, yes, there was a moment where i wanted to give up with the entire thing and just go back to texas cause that was where jared and i had settled down. i remember the exact moment where i remember telling jared that i wanted to give up but, unless it's asked in a different question, i won't expand on it," i smiled as i unfold the next question and lo and behold, it mentions the expansion of when i wanted to give up on acting and i laughed, shaking my head 

"wow, what are the odds of this happening?" i chuckle, showing the question and then reading it out loud

"what and why did you tell jared that you wanted to give up on acting and leave back to texas, callie?" 

"okay, now i have to explain so, for those who weren't aware, at this moment of my life when i was on supernatural, i was experience a lot of trauma. for example, one of my siblings had suffered a stroke whilst we were both at work, me in vancouver canada and my brother in hawaii as that's where i was born and raised until i left. and i wasn't allowed to go visit him on an emergency visa or what have you, my parents were also trying to take me to court for causing "family problems" that no longer included me because obviously, i was now legally a padalecki and hadn't been part of the family for years and i was also going in and out of the hospital due to mental health as well as medical reasons too. and, the moment i told jared that i wanted to just give up and throw in the towel was when we were trying to film a particular scene in supernatural and, i just wasn't getting it. my brain and my mouth weren't connecting to my lines, my emotions weren't connecting just, nothing was lining up and working! similar to what happened to jared in prophet and loss in season fourteen, i just couldn't find the emotion in the scene, i couldn't connect what my mouth was saying to my brain, it was as though i couldn't get the words out period! like, honestly, the cast and crew thought that there was one of three things going on with me. that it was a stroke, a diabetic flare up cause i'm type one or that i had taken too many pills or some cold medicine because i couldn't get anything to make sense. it wasn't until literally, nearly five in the morning when we finally got the perfect take and i just dropped to the floor and for the second time that night, i just broke down into hysterics. the first time was during the scene instead of just having my voice break from emotion, i just full out sobbed my lines which actually, the cast and crew absolutely loved and that was the take that was used and didn't bother to redo it. and yeah, afterwards, i just fell into jared's embrace and quietly sobbed saying that i couldn't do it anymore and that i wanted to give up. i felt as though i had failed as a person, not as an actress but as a person and that i couldn't do anything right anymore. but, having said that, since that moment, what happened that day hasn't happen since, same for jared after what happened to him whilst filming prophet and loss and, we're doing great now!" i smiled as i chucked the piece of paper away and grabbed the next question

"was there an 'oh fuck' moment during you and jared's wedding or a moment of pure euphoria?" 

"wow, this is such a sweet question that's never been asked before!" i squealed in slight excitement as i giggled, folding up the piece of paper and answering the question

"i'll say both as i had both an "oh fuck" moment and a moment of euphoria so, i'll start with the oh fuck moment first..." 

"...so, pretty much, at the beginning of jared and i's wedding, i was originally meant to be walked down the aisle by my older brother nikolai but, unfortuantely before the wedding, he got into an accident that required him to temporarily be on crutches. so, we had him seated in the front row even though he was one of jared's best men and the one saying a speech but because we now didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle, i started to panic when out of nowhere, i get a call from misha...the lovely misha collins who a couple of years beforehand had joined supernatural and asked me if he was able to walk me down the aisle if jensen or my other brothers weren't available. and, since i knew misha a couple of years before i met jared and jensen, i said yes straight away, not even thinking to ask jensen or even one of my other brothers and, misha ended up walking me down the aisle at me and jared's wedding!" i chuckled softly, smiling brightly at the memory even though it did start off as an 'oh fuck' moment 

"and the moment of euphoria was the moment in which jared and i had our speeches from our best men and maid of honour. and, i know what you're all thinking, what the fuck callie, why wasn't it when you and jared kissed or were finally announced as mr and mrs padalecki? but, there is a reason why my moment of euphoria happened during the speeches at the reception and you'll understand what i'm talking about!" i chuckled before continuing as even the producers seemed interested and confused

"so, the reason why that moment was the most euphoric was that jared had two best men, jensen and my brother nikolai and my maid of honour was evangeline, jensen's wife and jared's sister megan. hearing the four of them all speak during our wedding was just the most euphoric moment because neither of my older brothers wanted to be "best man" but it made it better cause they ended up writing letters for jared and i whilst nikolai just said a two minute speech that he got from google *giggles* whilst jensen, evangeline and megan were actually full on letters as a speech. also, just hearing how jensen, evangeline and megan, and nikolai, all interpreted jared and i's relationship was just so special and the things they all talked about just honestly made jared and i's hearts burst with love and gratefulness that we chose those four as our best men and maids of honour. and yes, they all, nikolai, jensen, evangeline and megan, made jared and i cry. jared more so than me but, i did get a little teary-eyed. it was the vows from jared that kinda got me crying and it was the first look that i got jared spooked and surprised about how good i looked *giggles*. anyway, the reception and the speeches were what made it really sink in for me that jared and i were finally married!" i smiled, chucking the piece of paper away for it to not go anywhere but my lap which caused laughter around the studio as i picked up the next question 

"was callie padalecki in misha collins' wedding?" 

"really? this is something people actually wanna know about me?" i chuckle as people behind the cameras nod their heads as i giggle again 

"wow okay...but umm, yes...i was in misha's wedding to his lovely and gorgeous wife, evannah collins and it was truly the most gorgeous day in the world. i was one of the bridesmaids as it had just been jared and i's wedding so, i had given maid of honour to evannah's sister avalon who had originally given the role to me," i smile, scrunching up the piece of paper before grabbing out the last one

"last question!" i grunted out as i tried to grab the piece of paper 

"how do you feel about how elodie got her end in supernatural? do you think it's fair that, like dean, elodie was killed off when she was just starting to find peace her life?" 

"such a great final question! umm...honestly...i feel satisfied and content with elodie's end to supernatural now that the show is over! i'm glad that alongside dean that she got to pass away and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel even though she did specify that she did prefer real life to heaven. but, i honestly think that after finally dying the way she did and being brought to heaven, she's so much more happier with staying there as she's got dean, castiel..sam! she's got all her friends with her so, she'll be totally fine! but yes, filming that knowing that dean was also going to die was a little sad that he died before sam but honestly, whilst that day was super heartbreaking and sad and weepy, it was a perfect way to end our show. and i one hundred per cent think it's fair that elodie was killed off enough though she was just starting to find her peace in life as i think, dying and being transported to heaven, especially in the world of supernatural, really soldified and validated her peace even more. so, there wasn't any way that i could be mad at elodie's ending in supernatural!" i smile as i tip the can upside down

"so, that was the last question y'all! i'm callie padalecki, you guys have asked some amazing questions and that was burning questions about me, callie padalecki! thank you for being here with me and watching this video!" i chuckle as i hop off the seat to make a funny face to the camera as i giggle and walk off the set 

misha collins 

"hi y'all, i'm evannah collins and i will be answering some of the most burning questions from my fans, let's go!" i chuckled, grabbing the first one i saw and giggling again 

"wait, am i the only one who doesn't really know how to pronounce evanna's first name? it confuses me all the damn time because of the 'h' in her name!"

"i...wow, i get this question a lot and it's just pronunced like ee-van-ah but the 'h' is added in there because my mom is russian and she wanted to me to have a russian looking/sounding name. and, i won't lie, i do love my name, it's just the way people pronounce it wrong that makes me hate the spelling of it," i chuckle, looking over to the producers who were laughing at my response 

"who was evannah collins' bridesmaids and maid of honour at her wedding and was it callie padalecki?" 

"i love that they added both bridesmaid and maid of honour into the question and then add, was it callie padalecki?" chuckling, i felt my face heat up as i composed myself so i could finish answering the question

"well...okay...i think i need to give some context as technically, yes. callie was both a bridesmaid and my somewhat maid of honour? as, originally, my sister avalon had given full permission for callie to be my maid of honour but, because callie at the time had just gotten married like days or merely a week before misha and i, we didn't have enough time to change the marriage register and call her the 'matron' of honour. so, because of that, callie had given back maid of honour to avalon since she isn't married and callie had taken bridesmaid that had a maid of honour speech since there was no way i was going to not hear the speech she had written just because of a role swap so, alongside avalon, callie also said her speech at the reception," i giggle as i scrunch up the piece of paper to grab the third question 

"who did evannah collins play on supernatural?"

"contrary to belief, i know its hard to but, i actually was never on supernatural. i was on the set lot next to supernatural which was arrow's set lot which is how i met misha. but, no, we were not on supernatural together. i had actually transferred to broadway during the fifth and sixth season of supernatural which is when misha and i started dating so, yeah. misha was up in vancouver canada and i was touring all across the fifty states doing a broadway show as past of a touring cast," i giggle as i scratch my face before finding the fourth question 

"how many langauges can evannah collins speak fluently?"

"i get this question a lot but i never really answer it so, the languages i can fluently speak are english and russian since my dad is british and my mom is russian. spanish, italian and a little bit of swedish and dutch" i count the languages off from my fingers and nod with confidence after i named them all correctly 

"could you say something in all six langauges for us or even just in russian and spanish?"

"yeah, i'll do a little bit of russian!" i giggle as i think of what to say

"привет, меня зовут Эванна Коллинз, и я играю в игру на острые вопросы с Эль Русской," i looked worried that i didn't say it right as the studio looked rather pleased ("hi, my name is evannah collins and i'm playing burning questions with elle")

"can you translate what you said back into english?"

"can i say no? i was only introducing myself..." i chuckled as the producer calls something out

"we'll add in the english translation before we upload it!"

i giggle as i breathe a breath of fresh air

"thank you, wow! and now, time for the fifth question!" i say with a smile as i find it and unfold it

"do you and misha plan on having any kids and if so, how many?" 

"that's a good question and honestly, i think misha and i would like to have an even amount of kids so maybe, four? i say four because whilst i have a big family and misha does too with four other siblings, we want to keep everything evenly spread so four. but, right now i think we're just not ready to completely settle down and think about having kids just yet so, yeah. we're taking ti slow," i giggle, finding the sixth question and unfolding it 

"who out of the supernatural cast apart from misha is your best friend and the one you can call for anything. no matter what day, time or anything and they'll always be there to respond to you?" 

"wow, oh my gosh, another great question! yikes, well, i'm obviously best friends with everyone in the cast including my husband but, out of the whole cast, i'd have to say jared and callie. whilst i am also obviously friends with jensen and evangeline, they can't always respond to me as they have kids of their own to take care of and jared and callie aren't on that wavelength yet. so, whenever i'm in need of something and i can't talk to misha, i'll immediately be onthe phone to either jared or callie. and, in all honesty, not being funny, they respond literally at the first ring, every single time!" i smile, flicking away my sixth question and grabbing my second to last question of the video 

"what's the best part about being married to misha collins?"

"aw, this is a question i've never been asked nor has misha until now and i love it! but, umm, honestly the best part about being married to misha is honestly everything because he's always surprising me. like, literally, just an hour before this interview, he messaged me letting me know he put a second outfit in my tote bag because he was going to take me out on a date after this without telling me beforehand. so, yeah, just the fact that it's always a surprise with misha is honestly my favourite part! and, also the fact that he remembers the little things when it comes to my favourite things and what i don't like and, yeah, he just really pays a lot of attention and always surprises me when he can," i couldn't help the smile on my face as i grabbed out the final final question of the q&a

"what is evannah collins' biggest fear?"

"okay this is a funny question because when it comes to fears, according to misha, i'm scared of everything apparently," i chuckle as i look over to the producers who giggle as well before i go back to the camera 

"but in all seriousness, my biggest fear is miscarrying my future child. i say that because the last time my parents tried to conceive, they miscarried and it caused so much pain within my family that it caused my parents to give up completely. so, our twins brookes and izabella are adopted with the family last name. and, maybe, just maybe, my second biggest fear is clowns and it's always been a big fear of mine so i could never go to circuses with my family because i would just burst into tears and have a panic attack when they were clowns," i chuckle softly, scrunching up the paper as it was the last question

"those were all the questions and i hope you all enjoyed watching this video! i'm evannah collins, the questions you asked were fantastic and now i'm going to go because i have a date with my husband, bye!" i giggle as i rush off the set as the crew laugh 

alexander calvert 

"hello, i'm lena calvert and i will be answering some questions from my fans so, let's just jump right into it!" i giggle shyly and unfold the first one

"who out of the supernatural wives is lena closer to?" i chuckle softly as my cheeks heat up

"aw, this is a cute question! umm, obviously, i love all the girls, evannah, evangeline and callie as we're the literal best of friends. but, honestly, i think i'm closer to callie purely for the fact that she just always makes herself available for everyone! so, i think if all of the girls and the guys as well apart from callie were given this question, they would each say they were closest to callie. purely for the fact that she is always in contact with everyone and she's always making her timetable available for all of us. but, evannah and evangeline are also my girls and my number ones!" i smile as i squish the paper up before throwing it to the ground as i grab question two

"is lena calvert married to alexander calvert from supernatural?"

"well, i'd hope so since we have the same last names...but in all jokes aside yes, we are husband and wife! we got married i think just over two months ago now so our marriage is still relatively new and exciting! we haven't broken any of our vows yet either so, that's great and a win for the both of us!" the room fills with laughter as i disregard the piece of paper to find question three

"who is lena's favourite supernatural character aside from jack kline, played by her husband alex?"

"damn, i was going to say jack...no, i'm joking y'all! in all seriousness, i'd have to say my favourite character from the very beginning has been sam winchester! i've always been a sammy girl and i think i'll stay a sammy girl," i chuckle with the producers as i throw the question and then hunt around for question four

"if lena could be cast in supernatural as a different character that wasn't halyna, who would she wish to be cast as?" 

"ooh, this is an excellent question...umm if i could be cast as any other character wasn't my own character, halyna, i'd probably play madison so i could have some something something scenes with sam/jared...*giggles*...no, in all seriousness, i would love to play madison as the scene in which sam had to shoot her was so upsetting and i remember watching it lowkey wishing it was me so, yeah, i have to pick madison for that but then again, there was no way i could have played madison better than the lovely emmanuelle vaugier who plays her!" i smile, looking up to the camera before picking up the fifth question

"who is the rudest celebrity you've ever met lena and, why was it tom felton?" 

"no, no, no! oh my gosh, that's a false question! tom felton was not ever the rudest celebrity i've ever met! that was misconstrued, me and tom, for those who weren't aware, did harry potter and then the flash together so, we've always been on set together and the rumour that tom and i hated each other had come from a scene that we were filming on harry potter. in the harry potter scene, i punch him and since then, everyone has said that i punched him in real life or that he was being rude but it was a snapshot from one of the scenes we were filming. so, just putting it out there, tom and i are besties, we absolutely adore each other and we work together on the flash!" i pause as i then continue the question as i actually do have a celebrity who was rather rude when i met them

"however though, the celebrity that was the rudest would have had to have been ellen degeneres! whilst i was on ellen when i had first started filming on the flash, it was very clear to see that she heavily disliked me and tried to embarrass me on live television. but, thankfully, i called her out on her own show and i embarrassed her. yeah, i'd have to say ellen, she's not apologised since or tried to reach out and apologise so, that's a bit dissapointing but, it's all good. i've been interviewed by better tv show hosts!" i snicker out as i lift my head up to the producers who were killing themselves with laughter as i picked up the sixth question

"if you were given a call in regards to supernatural being rebooted or having a spin-off on the lead-females, how would you respond/would you say yes?"

"oh wow, this is an amazing question! in all honesty, i've said it from the start, at the last ever comic-con and i'll say it again now. if i was ever given the call to do a reboot or spin-off of supernatural, i would a hundred per cent drop everything and run back to vancouver to film. and i say this because in all honesty, this tv show is what gave me everything in america as i was already praised in lights and feathers in the united kingdom after the two harry potter movies i was in but after i left in the fourth movie when my character died, i was given the call about a show in america that's filmed in canada about the supernatural. and, i said yes straight away and i packed my things and i started filming season two or three of supernatural in vancouver, canada and i never looked back since then. and, in all honestly, i'm glad i dropped everything the first time because i would do it again without any hesitation," i smile and screw up the piece of paper and pick up the seventh question - the second to last one

"what character does lena calvert play in the flash?"

"i get this question a lot and i play iris west so i play directly alongside grant gustin who plays barry allen/ the flash and yeah, it's a great gig. i'm glad that alex supports me as well as both grant and i married not to each other but to other people in real life. so, we both know that our 'flirtatious relationship' is purely for the cameras and the relationship we have off and away from the cameras is quite literally a brother/sister relationship. so much so a brother/sister relationship that i was at grant and la, his wife's, wedding and i was one of the bridesmaids who was also allowed to give a speech alongside la's sister who was the maid of honour. so, that was so good but yes, i play iris west on the flash!" i giggle as i kind of overshared but, who cares, it's good enough as i grabbed the last question for the video

"how did alex react to seeing you at your first look for your wedding?" 

"aw, that's a cute last question! umm...he was gobsmacked but not like overreactive godsmacked. like, he didn't clap his hand over his mouth obnoxiously loudly or anything. he just stayed silent, smiled and he cried as i waddled over to him as my dress was skin tight *giggles* and i then pulled him in for a hug as he cried into my shoulder. it was honestly very sweet and i still cannot believe that we are mr and mrs alexander and lena calvert but, i get to believe it every day!" i smile as i throw the last piece of paper 

"so guys, that was all of the questions from y'all! i'm lena calvert and you guys have asked some really great questions! i'm sure they'll be a part two as i saw so many questions in the hashtag so, i may see you for a part two, bye!" i chuckled, failing to slide off my chair as i rushed out of frame as the filming stopped 

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this was so much fun to write! also, i'm making all the guys slightly younger than their real-life ages just saying! like, early to mid-twenties/thirties so, yeah, hope you enjoyed! 

ily xx

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#5

I’ve found one of my brain cells!

Thoughts on how the chain hugs? Friends/crushing and in a relationship?

- Glitter ✨

Oh how cute! We had handholding, now we have hugs! :D

I can absolutely do that!

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Legend

In general

A bit awkward if we’re being a bit honest

Always feels a bit loose

Like he either doesn’t want you to get too close or that he’s afraid of crushing you if he put his full strength in

No one knows which one it is and no one is going to ask Legend what the deal is

He likes to hug around the middle or around the shoulder

No one else will count it but he’s a fan of having head in laps

Either his in someone else’s or someone resting against him.

Don’t bother trying to figure that one out- he doesn’t even know that he has that preference. 

Also loves piggy back rides

I don’t know if that counts as a hug but screw it.

Legend loves to give them and while his pride won’t allow him to admit it, he also like to receive them.

Not very hands on as a person

He likes to flop on people and let them figure out the rest

Part of him thinks it’s funny

Another part of him doesn’t want to admit that he wants affection

And the third part of him doesn’t want to do something too bad that would cross a line or a boundary... not that he actually would reach out even attempt to do so, even unwillingly- but this way the person can accommodate him the way they want

It’s very messy for everyone- help him

Crushing

Doesn’t do it.

Refuses

If he does, there’s that lingering touch of him not wanting to be over bearing or obvious

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225 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#4

Oh thank you! That man has had a choke hold on me for years, can I ask for just fierce deity with a s/o who likes calling him pretty and just all around compliments? Im sure he isn’t use to affection and praise like this, and I’m a simp-

.....Yes, you can. I already know what to do. Just watch.

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You were... strange, the deity thought. And not necessarily in a bad way, just... different.

“Good morning, handsome!” You called after him when he returned to the camp. He had finished making his rounds around their perimeter and had come back at last. Everyone was awake and waiting for their champion to finish cooking so that may eat for the morning.

He looked your way in acknowledgement but he wasn’t sure what to make it.

You had instantly taken a liking to him, something he wasn’t used to, and had insisted on raining flattery in his direction at any and every waking moment. Mostly at times when he least expected it.

He nods, unsure of the appropriate reaction. 

The boys look at him wearily. Even his old host still had trouble looking him in the eye. He supposes that’s one reason why he’s gotten attached to you so quickly. You don’t seem to mind how he towers over the group or how he doesn’t emote. You were content.

In return, he allows you to chatter his ear off or to hang off of him when you get bored. You don’t weight much to his supernatural strength. You seem to enjoy the way he can lift you with ease and not break a sweat. And with one arm no less.

“Did you have a nice walk?” You saunter up to him and place yourself right next to him.

He nods once more. What would happen if he scared you off? Or should he do something that would push you away? The Deity refuses to consider such things.

“Good!” You reply with a blinding smile. “I’m glad. We were thinking about traveling to the east today and seeing if we can track down the monsters that seem to be congregating near a town.”

He nods once more, hanging onto your words. The youngest, bless him, comes up to him as well. He would be second to be the least afraid of him. However, the other boys pull him away and he feeds off of their anxious energy. The deity wonders if it has shaped the way the boy sees him.

He reaches out to ruffle his hair and he smiles back at him. The deity allows himself to smile back and he hears you gasp by his side.

“Look at that!” You grin. “The very sun itself has blessed us on this day!”

“Oh please.” The one called ‘Wind’ rolls his eyes.

“You’re just as dazzling as a diamond.” You continue. “Who would have thought you looks so pretty when you smile?”

The deity can feel himself lose his control on the situation. This is too much. Why would you say that? How does he respond to that? Are you like this everyone else?

“Do it again!” You grab onto his arm and swing it around. “Come on, pretty boy, please?”

He can’t help but scoff. Now he knows you’re just toying with him. Still... he can’t get mad at the thought when you’re arguably the most adorable of the group. Besides... the attention is nice. It feels good to be acknowledges in ways other than his destructive nature.

He smiles softly again at your request and you look like you’re won the biggest prize at the fair.

“How come you entertain them?” The youngest pouts. “I could have asked you the same thing and you wouldn’t have done anything.”

The deity can’t help but to laugh. The group freezes at the sound. It’s the first time he’s made a sound. Shaking his head, he bends at the knee and looks The Hero of Winds in the eyes to the best ability that he can.

“I am capable of a great deal of violence that this world no longer needs me to extend.” He says. His deep voice booms in the otherwise quiet camp. It command attention even though he is speaking at a relatively quiet volume. From the corner of his eye, he sees you pause, go red in the face and sit yourself down.

Strange, he’ll figure that out later.

“However-” He continues and smiles more openly. “They amuse me. How could I not amuse them in return?”

Wind bite his lip and sighs. He continues to pout. “Not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.” He chuckles. The deity turns to you and smirks. “Right, Gorgeous?”

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261 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#3

Heyyy can I have a scenario which reader and first both have a crush that's literally so painful for everyone else to watch. Like they do things that real couples do but they both think that the other think of them as a friend

I'm gonna make this the sappiest thing. Y'all should hold onto your drinks and your socks. Let's do this.

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“Are we going to do something about them?” Legend sighs.

First had shyly tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, talking to you in a hush voice. You smile and blush, looking down before meeting his eyes again. You’re both standing close to each other, borderline chest to chest.

“Let them be.” Sky swipes at the other boy. “They’re not bothering anyone.”

“They’re bothering me by being obnoxious.” Legend rolls his eyes.

“I think it’s sweet.” Wind places his cheeks against his fists. “He was so cold when he first joined. I didn’t even think he knew how to smile.”

Quietly, they can hear First’s laugh travel the distance of the campsite to where the group of boys sit. You had said something to the man. Somehow you were the only one who was able to receive a positive reaction. There was something about you that allowed First to lower his guard. He seemed to do it willingly more and more as time went by. Either that or it was completely subconscious.

No one knew which one was the better option.

“I do wish he would either man up and do something about it or that our dearest companion would make a move.” Warrior grumbled.

“Don’t be jealous over your lack of love life.” Twilight punches of the young man. “They’re happy. Isn’t that enough?”

“Until they have to say goodbye.” Legend says.

Twilight stumbles in his attitude for a moment and others who are listening all sit a bit straighter. Faltering, Twilight can only shrug. “Then we can’t fault them for enjoying it while they can.”

“Especially since they already know it.” Wild adds, putting a hand on Twilight’s shoulder.

You squeal suddenly and garner all the attention again. You dash away from First who sports a wicked grin on his face. He gives chase as you laugh, just barely managing to dodge him as you run around the camp like children. First doesn’t give up and from what can be seen, is actively holding back from catching you too soon.

The group falls silent as they watch you both play. First changes direction, quick enough with his footwork to catch you off guard and is quick to take you into his arms. You’re both laughing.

“I didn’t think he had it in him.” Time smirks.

“If he can, why can’t you?” Hyrule teases, punching him on the arm. “You’re only fun for two minutes then call a quits.”

“Shush.” Time doesn’t even address it. “This isn’t about me.”

Looking back to where First and you stand.... First is the only one standing. He has you completely held up in his arms. You’re nose to nose, once again talking lowly in hushed and tender voices. Gentle blushes highlight both of your faces, making your smiles seem brighter and your bodies and mind seem unburdened. If only for a moment.

Four stand up and dusts his tunic off. “I’m going to tell them.”

“Don’t you dare!” Sky hisses.

Unintimidated, Four continues to walk off with Sky, Twilight and Wild all reaching to stop him. Wind is the only one who actually leaves his spot around the fire and tackles Four to the ground. The two of the promptly begin to wrestle in the dirt.

Finally- you and First look over at the group, breaking apart at last.

You dash over and pull Wind off of the other boy. “What on earth is happening?”

First shakes his head and pinches his nose. “...children...”

“Hey!” Wind says indignantly only to make a face. It’s his ‘I’m about to lie’ face. You’ve gotten quite familiar with it and decide to humor him.

“Four said he could take me in a fight.” Wind proclaims. “I went to prove him wrong.”

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269 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#2

Ooo what fierce deity becoming his own thing and apart of the chain, right hear me out, then sees reader and goes ‘yup that’s my wife’ and now they have a deity at their beck and call

My time to shine. I suppose this would be Fierce Deity realizes he loves Reader? But also just him being.... him. So not really? XD

I think I'll get there eventually. Good choice Anon!

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He wasn’t sure how it happened.

One moment he was asleep and the next he was awake enough to feel the crack in his confinement. Confused and ever curious, he manages to get a glimpse through.

It’s impossibly bright and green. His cage is picked up gently. He can feel the gentle way it is moved and he comes face to face with the most beautiful creatures he’s seen in a all his years.

“The Old Man’s not gonna like this.” They hiss.

The deity can feel his breath catch. Their voice.... How melodic...

“What do we do?” Another voice hisses. A young boy. Like a boy he used to know. “We needed it. We’re under fire-”

On cue, they both scream and he’s dropped. Estranged and disoriented, the war god knows the sounds of battle when they’re near. His previous host never used him for personal gain. Only to protect and preserve. He can follow through with those simple wishes.

He reaches beyond his escape and breaks through his confinement.

With a deep breath he steps out into freedom at last. He has no clue what has been happening nor does he know where the voices have gone. Surely, in their panic they have deserted him.

But monsters begin to swarm the area and his instincts take over once more. He scours the area for more each and every time the hoards fall to his blade. This battle is easier than some of his pervious ones. The numbers thin out within minutes and he’s left attempting to find what has happened to his pervious host- or to the voice that had carried him so preciously.

A battle cry roars over him the sound of an explosion. He sees their face fly through the sky, arrows knocked and firing as they tumble through the air. His breath is taken from him that moment. He watches them pull out their shield and land against the ground with bent knees, following the momentum of their glide to stay standing. They never ceased to fire.

What battle prowess, he thinks. He’s not entirely sure that they saw him.

More monsters flood his little clearing once more, all of them running after the most intriguing human. He can’t afford to lose them before he even learns their name.

He deals with them swiftly and mercilessly. They would have never even known they were being chased to begin with.

With a pregnant pause, it appears to him that those were the last of them. Sheathing his sword, he goes to look for someone who may be of need of his assistance. Perhaps someone with potential blast wounds.

As he walks and his adrenaline dies, he realizes that being free at last feels very different than when he walked around through his hosts. His thoughts feel quiet with no one to bounce off of them. They almost echo.

It’s disorienting.

“Where is it?!” A voice snarls.

“Old Man listen-”

There they are, he smiles to himself. When he enters the hastily made camp, everyone falls silent. His previous host is the first to flash recognition through his eyes. He is no longer the boy the deity once knew. He is now a man.

The deity looks at him fondly, almost with pride. 

He scans the group and it’s full of nothing but children. Or children well on their way to becoming men. And then there was you, the one that stood apart from them. The one that wasn’t a chosen.  

His heart beats at last within your presence and he takes a step towards you. Many of the boys move to step between him and his goal. The man... which he can now presume to be currently called Old Man, is the first to step in between.

He says nothing.

Amused, the deity raises his hand and presses it to his head, rubbing it as he presses down. It messes up his hair and he looks up at the larger being with confusion and less hostility.

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285 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chain losing a bet and being forced to awkwardly flirt with reader but it kinda works in their favour bc they rolled a nat 20 and reader is a moronsexual

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.....Is it bad that I knew exactly in my head how this was going to go? No? Ok, good, glad we're all on the same page. ^.^

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***

Link knew he was in trouble the second he saw the dice roll a four instead of literally anything lower. That was what he bet on and was now about to pay the price.

The boys around him whistled and ‘oohh’-ed at his misfortune.

One of them smirks, a devilish look that made Link brace even more for impact that was probably necessary. “So, that’s a loss for you.”

“No kidding.”

The smirk widens. “You see our little friend over there, fixing their tunic?”

Link looks back at you. You looks as lovely as ever. With the sun hitting your hair in a halo, the greenery around you almost bends towards you, to frame your body in a way that the goddesses themselves could envy.

Link feels his heart drop to his stomach with dread.

There are snickers around him and the dread hardens into lead, keeping him moving around again.

“Go flirt with them, Loverboy.”

“You’re joking.” Link swings back hissing.

That smirk on other boy’s face is ever present and it only adds salt to already sore bruise to his pride. “Nope.”

The rest of them are looking at him expectantly and Link sighs.

“You lost the bet.”

“I did.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

For the ground to swallow me whole, he thinks as he gets to his feet. Link doesn’t answer the young man and instead, he makes his way over to you, hoping he doesn’t actually ruin his chances with you.

Sky

You were nearly done with your work when you heard some footsteps coming your way. You look up.

Sky is red in the face and he’s not looking where he’s going. You raise an eyebrow and watch him for a moment. He looks lost in thought and concerned.

He stops in front of you and you can see him blink back into the present moment. You smile up at him, trying to be kind. “Tough luck?”

He sucks in a breath but slowly lets it go, moving to sit next to you. “Something like that, yeah.”

“Ouch. Maybe next time it’ll be better.” You shrug and scoot over to give him room. You turn back to the mending in your hand. “How bad was it?”

He groans.

“World ending, huh?”

Sky then turns his head to look at you. You don’t return it, focused on your work still but you do see it in the peripheral vision. It makes you smirk.

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Media Relations pt. 2

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It had been a couple of weeks since the photoshoot. The online article and accompanying photographs were due for release at some point during the following day, with the physical magazine out at the end of the week. The only sneak preview Rebecca had seen was the image on her own phone. She had fingers and toes crossed that the others were equally as good. She'd planned a re-read of the article for that evening with Keeley in preparation of a quick chat with Ted during 'Biscuits with the Boss'. Keeley poured the wine while Rebecca opened the article.

"Right babe, which bits are worrying you?"

"The bits about Ted."

"All of them? There's... a few?"

"I know. So I need to explain my rationale around each one for my own sanity when I tell Ted tomorrow just how much he's featured." Keeley nodded. 

"And are you sure you don't just want to tell him it's because you fancy him?"

"I have never once said that Keeley."

"You don't need too. This article might as well be a love letter babe!" 

"Shit. I know, I know. We were talking about how things had changed for the positive, how much happier I am, all the good team stuff and it all just links back to Ted. I can't help that. Nor can I deny that everyone seems.... better just because he's around. Leslie has never been so jovial - look how much Jamie has grown up!" Rebecca's voice tailed off. Keeley had stopped listening. 

"Oh my god babe, this bit about everything being mediocre is so funny, you sly bitch!"

"I guess when you've put up with mediocrity for so long in your life, everything becomes mediocre. My marriage, my sex life, my wardrobe. And then that feeling became true of the club - the players weren't exactly setting the pitch alight, the leadership was stagnant. It was a disease through the team which carried right though to the kit man. Literally everything in my life was a bit 'lay back and think of England', or the shopping list, or whether I should go swimming or to a pilates class. Boring and mundane. Then Ted came along and it was like the club had been struck by lightning. I don't think he knows what mediocrity is." 

"I mean... it almost sounds like your shagging Ted." Rebecca finished off the wine. "Have you been shagging Ted, Rebecca? Because I swear I'll set Roy on you if you've kept this fantastically dirty secret from me!"

"Of course I'm not, Keeley."

"Let's talk more about your sex life."

"Let's not. There's nothing to talk about. Rupert was practical and simplistic. Nothing exciting, nothing wild and as long as he got what he wanted that's all that mattered."

"Shit, that is boring. I wonder what Ted's like?" Keeley suddenly had a faraway look in her eye. Rebecca didn't bother to stop her - she'd already wondered the same thing on more than one occasion. "Selfless, relentless... I bet Ted could really fuuuuuuuck!" Keeley had reached her own conclusions which were very much similar to Rebecca's. 

"That's enough of that - I do actually have to talk to him tomorrow, and try to convince him that when he reads this article he must understand that I'm not in love with him."

"You are really, super convincing babe. But I think you might struggle with that. At this point I'd suggest showing him those topless yacht photos as a diversion. Oh! I bet he's already seen them, dirty dog!" Keeley was ramping up to 10 with excitement the longer this conversation went on, and the more wine was consumed. 

"I'm going down to his office - first thing. I want to speak to him before the article lands. I need to nip this in the bud."

"And then he can nip you in the bud. Waheeeeyyyy!" Keeley shrieked with delight. 

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The locker room was buzzing with the gossip of the impending article. Most of the team had seen the preview picture and they were all speculating on the rest of the photoshoot. 

"Bet she looks fit man."

"Mate, did you Google those drone photos? Holy shit, man. I couldn't look her in the eye for a month!" 

In his office, every passing comment reached Ted's ears until he'd had enough. 

"Gentleman, I want your full attention please. Jamie, phone down. I want you listening - every single one of you. I want you to remember exactly who you're gossiping about. What she's done for you - for all of us. I don't give two hoots what these pictures are gonna look like and neither should you. You will have the utmost respect for Ms Welton at all times and if I hear one of you manbabies say a single word outta line, you'll be running the line at the next game. You all hearing me? You are not nosey Nellie's down at the bingo hall. You are not teenage boys with their hands in their tighty whiteies. You are grown men and you will act like it, or so help me you'll see Led Tasso on your ass before you know it!" Ted spoke so firmly that every player looked to the floor. 

"Sorry Coach" they all muttered in unison.

Ted pushed a hand through his hair and turned back to his office to see Rebecca in the doorway. Saying nothing, he held the door open for her before slamming it firmly shut behind him. At Nate's old desk, Trent kept his head down, the door between the two offices slightly ajar.

"Sorry about that boss. Sometimes those boys are more like kindergarten kids."

"Thank you Ted, it was sweet of you to remind then to respect my role."

"Nothing to do with your role. They should know better than ogling you and gossiping about it. Far as I'm concerned, unless the other person is a willing participant then you keep those kinda thoughts for when you're alone." Rebecca was almost certain her fingertips blushed. She didn't dare presume that she featured in his thoughts. But she was starting to hope it was the case.

"I wanted to talk to you about the article. It'll be out later and, well," she leaned against Ted's desk and fidgeted her hands with the edge, the cord of his desk phone, the green matchbox soldier. "You featured quite heavily during the interview. I wanted to warn you before you see it. The interviewer has woven a bit of a 'love story' thread that I certainly didn't approve of and it appears that you've had quite an effect on the club, and me, if the article is to be believed."

"And is that true?" Rebecca moved on to toying with her manicure.

"It's not a lie. It's just that the article makes it sound like I'm... infatuated with you. Which I'm not."

"Of course not. Infatuation is for teenage girls and the Internet. I'm sure it reads just fine, I promise I won't go crazy over the details."

"Good. Fine. Thank you for that."

"No probllama boss. Now, if you don't mind, I should get to training before Roy makes the boys cry." Rebecca waved him off, lingering by his desk for an extra minute before sighing heavily and retreating to her office. 

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