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dreamrecorder · 3 years

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Family in the Inn

Wherein Verr adopts Xiao and how he got you as a sibling.

The idea was from here ksks---- also this is quite long | Part hc part trad, Im not even sure anymore hahaha it’s just- siblings are a wholesome concept and there are so much things to add i dont know what to do haha Enjoy~

After a night full of battles against the demons lurking Liyue, Xiao struggled to keep the corruption in him at bay. He was losing his mind in pain as the screams continue to persist both in volume and their harsh words. He needed to get away from here. From the bodies that was slain by his very hands. He wanted to go away to somewhere safe.

It was an unconscious thought- out of nowhere, Xiao just teleported himself into whatever place he thought was safe and crash landed into familiar wooden floorboards.

The crash was loud- enough for visitors of the inn to rouse awake. Luckily, Verr and Huai'an were quick to reassure them that they are safe.

Verr Goldet was first to arrive in their balcony and what she saw tore her heart.

As if a mother to a child, she quickly rushed to the adeptus whose body writhed to himself while shaking violently. Verr didn't care about the malicious energy emanating from Xiao- she just went to his side and cradled what she can of him.

Normally, Xiao would instantly get away from any form of touch, but he was too weak and too tired- so he let her be.

Verr began singing lullabies as she wiped his tears away, hoping to ease his pain even just for tonight.

The lullabies- they were soothing. Moments passed, his shaking lessened along with the dark mist covering his body. Xiao merely focused on Verr's lullabies- clinging to the innocent words the lullabies carry as if hoping that they would take all his pain away.

And they really did- the way the she cradled him was very reminiscent of how a mother cradled a child. She didn't care if her clothes were now damp from his tears. She kept singing until finally, Xiao finally slept with a genuine peace gracing his face.

And that is how Xiao finds himself seeing Verr as a mother and how Verr finds Xiao as a son. Always know that this inn will be your home with someone who cares for you.

~~~

The following day came and Xiao finds himself in his room, waking up to the sunlight filtering from the window. By the bedside, the innkeeper sleeps with arms crossed. As if waiting for him to wake up. Even if he sees Verr now in a new light, Xiao still decides that he does not want to be seen for now. But before leaving, he mutters a sincere thank you.

When they cross paths in the inn, there was no closure whatsoever about what happened to him that night. But before he leaves to protect Liyue again, Verr called him. "Xiao,"

The adeptus stopped in his tracks and faced her.

"Stay safe. If you get hurt don't hesitate to come home alright?"

Ah. The words of a mother to a child. But Xiao is no child and not certainly a child to a mortal- but still, Xiao finds him saying, "I'll be back."

This simple pattern went on for years. While they never called each other 'mother' or 'son' verbally, the relationship is there. Whenever Xiao leaves, Verr always reminds him to take care. And when he comes back, she never fails to greet him, "Welcome home!"

Xiao felt loved.

As small thanks, there are times Xiao would help in the inn aside from protecting his home from monsters and hoarders.

Like- helping Huai'an with heavy crates of materials and teaching Yanxiao Sweet Dreams (the inn got a boost from his recipe). He'll help as long as it doesn't involve interacting with other mortals aside from the inn staff.

Then the time came when Verr announced she was pregnant.

Xiao's initial reaction... was to leave. He didn't want the baby near him- no, scratch that. He didn't want to be near the baby or else it would catch his karmic energy if ever he loses control. The baby deserved a life free from any danger- free from him.

And Verr was having none of that!!!

She noticed the lessening appearances of the Yaksha within the inn ever since her announcement, so he waited for her son at the balcony.

"The evening cold will not do you well and the baby." He said as he materialized a few feet away from her.

Verr noticed his walls up again and her mother instincts told her that something's up. So with careful prying, she finally learned his reasons of him staying away. But with a gentle smile, she reassured him that he can never do wrong or harm to the baby

Carefully, she let out a small joke, "Who knows, I bet the baby will be even safer having a brother like you."

Oh how she doesn't know how her joke struck a chord in Xiao's heart. The adeptus vowed to protect you at all cost.

Throughout his mother's pregnancy, Xiao became very protective of her. And that also means being careful of himself whenever he fights in order to avoid his karma leaking out. There was this one time even, Verr convinced Xiao for him to hold her swollen belly and feel the baby. The moment he felt that small kick! His heart burst feelings he didn't think he would ever feel! Pure joy and love for another.

The day came when you finally entered the world with strong fits of cries- as if demanding to be brought back to the darkness you were familiar with in your mother's womb!!!

Despite accepting the fact he now has a little sibling, he doesn't show up to greet you to the world. Perhaps he was still in denial? That all of this was just some dream that he's desperate mind conjured up? But still his heart beckoned him to go to you.

With swift and silent movements, Xiao entered the sleeping couple's bedroom and there he saw that small bundle of you. The way his heart welled up in pure happiness. The mere sight of you just confirms that all this is real and not a dream.

Awkward, but careful and determined, Xiao lifted your small form to his arms and against his chest.

The way you instantly cuddled into him with hand accidentally tugging his hair just sent Xiao into a pure moment of peace.

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During your infant years, Xiao would always spend his time with you during the night by sneaking into the couple’s bedroom and just simply holding you close. Verr, having noticed his nightly visits to you, have even prepared your bottles of milk in case you were hungry during his visits.

The first time you cried while he was holding you, surprisingly, Xiao did not panic. He knew you were hungry and he silently thanked himself for observing mortal mothers back then. He simply took the bottle Verr had prepared and gave it to you as he began singing the very same lullaby his mother had sang to him. That’s how soft Xiao is for you.

Although there are other times when the inn was very bustling with business to the point of having Verr and her husband’s hands tied. These are the times Xiao will then just grab you from your mother’s hold with no word and take you to the balcony. With a prepared bottle in hand at that. Verr would always smile at Xiao’s retreating back.

Innocence, it’s such a pure thing honestly. While playing with you, you somehow grabbed his mask. Xiao was about to take it, in fear you would cry at its hideous look. But you never cried or whimpered. You simply toyed with it by putting it on your face or by playing its horns. Perhaps even hideous things can still have a chance at love?

Your first word came while Xiao was holding you with Verr close by preparing your baby meal and it was gēgē. You kept babbling that word over and over while tugging at his hair so happily and Xiao can only hold you closer as his body shook in silent, happy tears. Verr taught you that word *wink*.

Come toddler years and boy did Xiao’s worry for you intensifies. You were an explorer! The moment you learned how to crawl, you were going to places here and there! You almost gave your brother a heart attack </3!! Especially that time when you were crawling up the stairs on you own!!! Your exploring habits only intensified when you learned how to walk~ To tone down your exploring tendencies- Xiao would take you for small walks where your tiny, little legs can take you. It was a cute sight, the two of you walking hand in hand. You were so small~

Childhood arrived and you became a big bundle of energy. Since you’re not old enough to help with the inn, you often bothered your brother to play with you or walk with you outside. Of course Xiao will always agree with a smile.

Glaze lillies only bloom during the night yes? But oh how Xiao was proven wrong when you approached a wild lily and it instantly bloomed under the sun in your presence. The joy that shone your eyes was so prominent, it was infectious. Because of that glaze lily, that is how the two of you got into your favorite past time, story telling with your brother.

Also, imagine that sweet moment when you showed him your missing tooth and you both laughed off how you look ridiculous without it.

His stories were mostly vague, but they never fail to amaze you. Stories about flying cranes, about majestic stags, how Liyue was created by the Geo Archon. But never about the Yaksha, that was a truth for another time.

The time finally came when you were about to visit Liyue for the first time. It was for a physical check-up with Dr. Baizhu, Verr said. Normally, you and your mother should have left the inn a day ago because of the distance but Xiao insisted that he teleport the three of you to Liyue. That was the first time you disagreed with your brother. “But I want to see the roads and places going there!” Ah, an adventurer at heart.

Xiao crouched down to your level and ruffled your hair saying, “Sure, we can take the carriages on the way home. That way you can see the beauty of Liyue.”

But there was another thing that grabbed your interest. “But, gege, teleport? Are you like the adepti you tell me in your stories? Like they use their magic to go around places to keep us safe?” Then a fantastical idea popped in your head as you eyes shone bright! “Gege, are you an adeptus?!”

Xiao inwardly panicked and he had no words for your excited question. He didn’t expect to have you discover the truth so soon. But lying can bring him nowhere. He took a small glance at his mother, who was smiling at him encouragingly.

“Yes. I am one, but I will tell you more when you become older okay?” The first statement made you explode excitedly then the second statement made you pout. All in a milisecond. But at the back of your head, you listed this moment to your ‘adult stuff I want to know in the future.’

“Someday, I wanna be a cool adeptus like you!” You exclaimed proudly and Xiao smiled at your aspirations, but prayed with desperation to the Archons to never make that happen ever.

But this does not stop him from showing you his anemo vision. And now, your playtime involved use of his anemo <3

Your energy was basically uncontained when you step foot in the harbor and Xiao’s eyes were only at you. Despite having familial relationships, he still detests humans to a degree, so he glares at anyone suspicious walking on your merry way.

When you arrived Yujeng Terrace after the check-up, everyone was so surprised at how glaze lillies simply bloom at your presence, especially Madame Ping. But she was even more surprised when she saw you running to someone she hasn’t seen for so long. Seeing Xiao lift you up with a smile made Madame Ping’s worries for him ease down. Coming into eye contact, Xiao simply offered her a small bow. You noticed and saw the old lady he was bowing to. You were a respectful child, so even if you had no idea who the lady was, you also gave a small, shy bow to her way.

Since this was a one-day visit, you took your sweet time exploring the harbor with your mother and brother tailing you. You often would point things out that grabbed your interest. Sometimes, you would stop at the sight of a stray cat just for you to crouch down and pet it. You even found a black cat with gold eyes and a white diamond spot on its forehead. You excitedly lifted it to your arms and showed your brother, “It looks just like you, gege!”

On the first half of the travel back home, you marveled at the nature surrounding you. You never left the window side of the carriage you road. And then the latter half came, you were snuffed out like a candle with cat cozy in your arms and you cozy in Xiao’s arms, who was also asleep. Verr had etched this moment into her memory forever.

A/N: Might add another part? I dont know i am indecisive hahahaha If i do add some, prolly more about how you met Venti and Zhongli and your visit to your mother’s home land, Mondtsadt--

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin xiao #xiao genshin #xiao imagines #xiao scenarios #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 4 years

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Hello! Could i please have some good good pregnancy and parenting headcanons with a fem!s/o for Law, Eustass, and Zoro please? Thank you so much and have an awesome day!

Oof pregnancy and parenting headcanon make me so soft, thank you very much for this sweet request🥺! I focussed a bit more on the pregnancy part rather than the parenting tho since I've written something similiar for Kid and Law already😅 Hope what I came up with suits you, and sorry for the long wait!

How they deal with a pregnant gf and having a baby headcanon

Trafalgar Law

because of his medical knowledge and observant nature, Law actually noticed the first signs of your pregnancy even before you did

so when you finally realize that you're pregnant and go to confront him with your discovery, he's anything but surprised

"Law, I need to tell you something. I'm-"

"Pregnant? Yeah, I thought so."

he looks pretty unbothered and composed, almost as if this isn't anything new to him, but on the inside he is completely tense and filled with anxiety. A baby just doesn't fit into your pirate lives. At all. However he doesn't want to show his true feelings and possibly cause you to panic. You already got enough on your plate with all the new physical and hormonal changes you're about to go through

personally Law didn't plan on having kids, ever, but what's done is done. To make sure that this is really what you want he'd still offer you the option of an abortion, but when you decline and tell him that you want to keep the child, he accepts your decision

"Alright (Y/N), brace yourself then. A few major changes are upon us..."

everything from the beginning of your pregnancy to the date of birth is planned out by him. Law doesn't want anything to go wrong and refuses to take risks. That means you'll spend most of your time either stuck by his side or in the proximity of another member of the Heart Pirates

Bepo, Penguin and Shachi are super excited for the kid and to be uncles. They all come up with their own ideas on what they'll do with the baby once it's born, and their enthusiasm sort of puts Law at ease. This means he and you at least won't have to deal with everything by yourselves

when you actually go into labour, Law's composed facade drops for a moment and he reveals just how stressed he's been up until now

in order to properly assist you and be there for you while you're giving birth, he forces himself to imagine that this is just an ordinary operation. It's not his girlfriend having his baby, he's not about to be a father in a few minutes-

all the stress and anxiety instantly falls off of him when he first holds the new life you two created.

the first time Law looks down at his baby he's absolutely mesmerized. Sure it's still bloody and screeching its lungs out, but despite all odds it's looking completely healthy and is actually,,,, really adorable? Holy shit, how did he manage to make something so pure-looking-

after cleaning the baby and introducing it to its mother, he brings the little human over to Bepo and lets it rest in the bear's soft fur instead of wrapping it up in a blanket. Not only should that be far more comfortable for the tiny thing, but it's also the first bonding experience with uncle Bepo. And while the baby is sleeping, Law walks over to check in on you and tells you how great you did

as far as being a dad goes, Law belongs to the supportive but distant type. Whenever he's got the chance he'll try to spend time with his kid, but there are often other, more important things he has to take care of

however he's still a proud parent and lowkey hopes that the child will take an interest in his work when it gets older. It shouldn't come as a surprise that one of the first things your kid will be taught by Papa Law is how to dissect a frog

Eustass Kid

his immediate thought when you let him know that you're pregnant is "how can I make this unhappen"

look at him, Kid is not ready to be a dad. Especially when it comes to his level of maturity he's basically still a child himself-

no one on the Victoria Punk is prepared for the big news. Their captain made a baby. There will be a kid running around the ship. Oh shit, everyone better start learning to limit their use of profanities already-

initially Kid acts pretty grumpy throughout your pregnancy. He didn't want this, but it's still happening. And he can't do anything against it. He's almost acting like a pregnant woman himself-

can not and will not handle your cravings/mood swings. Whenever you start acting up he just gets completely irritated and quickly peaces out when he can't come up with a way to deal with you

but what started out as regret turns into excitement when he thinks about how awesome his kid would be. With him as dad and you as mom it's only natural that the result will be amazing

and thus he starts to be a bit more open-minded towards the whole situation. Heck, he even gets lowkey excited and starts building a few baby cribs and closets for the child!

unfortunately tho Kid is anything but compassionate during your pregnancy, and it gets especially bad when you start showing. His immature nature shines through and he makes quite a few indecent comments on how you look a balloon,,,

for some reason he also tends to be more horny than usual. Hey, you already got a bun in the oven, so there isn't anything else you need to worry about, right?

in contrast to how he treated you during your pregnancy, he's actually very supporting and motivating during birth

lmao but that's mostly because he's eagerly waiting between your legs for the kid to plop out and right into his arm like a Christmas present

it's almost like a lottery to him and he's super excited what the brat will look like

however nothing could have prepared Kid for the moment when he gets to hold the baby for the first time. The young man basically beams with pride and grins from one ear to the other while the baby cries like an alarm clock

Kid's first time holding the newborn in a nutshell:

"Hehe, it looks like we got a girl here, ey (Y/N)?"

"Kid... that's the baby's ass. You're holding it the wrong way around."

he definitely comes up with ridiculous names for the child, such as: "Eustass Explosion", "Eustass Chainsaw" and his personal favorite- "Eustass the Destroyer"

putting his excitement aside, the young pirate captain definitely has to grow into the role of a father. At first he almost treats the kid like some sort of new toy or pet

you'll never catch him changing even a single diaper. Most of the time Kid tells Killer to man up, cover the holes in his mask, and take care of it by himself if he really wants to be considered 'the best uncle'

despite his rowdy behaviour he is aware that the child is 'fragile' and usually makes sure to keep it away from any dangerous stuff, meaning that the workshop is off-limits for the little one. Kid also never uses his metal arm when he's playing with or holding the baby; instead he build a more authentic prosthetic that'll allow him to hold the child more properly

Roronoa Zoro

his eye almost pops out of its socket when you tell him

holy shit! Zoro of course knew that sex makes babies, but what are the odds of this happening to you?! Besides he always considered himself to be too controlled and restrained for that to work?! Damn?!?!

despite the initial shock he wants to do his best to help you through the pregnancy. After all he basically caused this-

however Zoro can't even find the way to the grocery store to get some diapers

someone send him help. And by help, I mean Chopper

the reindeer himself doesn't know too much about pregnancies, but he's more than happy to collect some first-hand experience and teaches Zoro all about how to be a dad and what's going on with your body

whenever you're near he keeps his swords sheathed and tucked away from you. Once your stomach starts popping he's wary that if he comes too close to you with a sharp thing you might burst or something

at night he keeps watch like a guard dog, his overprotectiveness shines through and he often refuses to go to sleep before you

you probably go into labour while he's out getting lost or fighting some marines, but once Zoro gets the news he almost drops his sword and hurries back to be with you

but he arrives almost an hour later because he got so excited that he forgot the way back to the Sunny

Zoro really wants to help you and Chopper deliver the baby. He's constantly repeating what the reindeer doc says to you and at some point, when your pain reaches its peak, he even suggets reaching down and pulling the baby out of you with his own two hands lol

but once the first cries fill the rooms, he freezes up. It's done. Those nine months of worry, mood swings, suffering and cravings are finally over. A wave of relief washes over him as he smirks down at you, quietly saying how proud he is

however Zoro strongly refuses to hold his baby at first. He's genuinely scared he might drop it or accidentally crush it.

you and Chopper basically have to yell at him to get him out of his trance and convince the new father to take a look at his child

"Zoro, I did not go through hours of pain just so you can say no to holding our baby. For crying out loud, take your child!"

the second you put the baby into his arms Zoro's protective dad instincts kick in and now he refuses to let the child go again lmao

he's mustering the little one's face like some abstract oil painting, unable to tear his gaze from it and proudly recognizing all the similarities between the baby and its parents

luckily Zoro got some natural dad skills under his belt, and you both share the responsibilities evenly

he's never opposed to changing diapers or feeding the baby, even if the first annoys him sometimes. He also keeps the baby around himself 24/7- during workouts he puts it onto his back, when he wanders around the little one sits on his shoulders, and when he takes a nap on the desk the baby lies on his chest

all of the other Strawhats are more than welcome to take care of the baby from time to time and bond with the newest family crewmember to their heart's content. Well, that goes for everyone except Sanji. You better not let Zoro catch him handling the baby or a fight will break out-

#one piece #trafalgar law #eustass kid #roronoa zoro #law x reader #kid x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #op headcanon #one piece headcanon #one piece imagine

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.08

11/07/2020

The Warriors Three

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,298

Warnings: talks of pregnancy, sex, smut, very slight angst, jealousy

A/N: Enjoy! Not much to say about this one except that I’m setting things up! Get read for the roller coaster y’all! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me sprad my work! xoxo

Tuesday morning you open your eyes and catch Thor watching you sleep.

You stare right back at him, eyes searching his pleasant smile. What is he thinking that’s making him give you such a sappy look? Not that you mind it. You’re a little seduced by it. Emotionally seduced.

Fucker’s got you wrapped around his little finger.

His smile grows wider, almost as if he can read your mind.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You wonder, a whisper so quiet you’re not sure he can hear it.

“Yes.” Thor admits, supporting his head with his hand, elbow buried in his pillow.

“Was I snoring?”

“Yep.” Thor chuckles. “You most certainly were.”

Groaning, you reach down to yank the blanket up over you. It gives you a peek at his glorious naked body lying beside you as it drifts up and falls slowly back over you.

Your mind is attacked with images, memories of last night’s needy bout of lovemaking. Thor had been hungry for it. For you. For his promise to fill you up and get you knocked up with his babies.

The very idea of you pregnant with his heir had him so excited he’d accidentally bitten a little too hard a time or two, then apologized by kissing the assaulted spots until you were trembling and quaking beneath him.

He’d kissed every inch of your body and taken you up and down the room, devouring you in every way he could.

The bed had been the most visited spot, but his desk is still a mess. One of the long flowing curtains that lines the wall of windows is torn and abandoned on the floor.

He pushes you against the wall, as flowing yet slightly scratchy fabric slides across your naked back, you realize he’s got you pinned to the wall of windows.

It’s taking your mind and body a second to catch up to what the other is doing or feeling. It’s been a night of ecstasy. Of orgasms and sweet kisses and the hope that this will last forever. That this isn’t just sex. That maybe it started out as just that but now that your futures are so set in stone, that Thor is committing to this just as much as you are.

He’s invested. He has to be.

Your mind suddenly realizes that even if this floor is high up, the palace tall and looming, someone might be looking up. Someone might be hoping for a chance to get a look at Thor, King of New Asgard, God of Thunder. Instead, they’ll get a full moon. Your ass plastered against the glass.

You twist in his grip, turning to look out and see the distant ocean, black and endless. Thor kisses your neck, his hands reaching down between your legs to pull another whimper.

You’re slick and slippery in his hands. Your knees go weak, and you fall forward. You brace yourself on the window and your eyes are brought to the flickering lights of a house close to the palace walls.

Palace staff probably. Maybe even Estrid’s home? She’ll have a nice view of your tits at this angle.

“Mmmf, Thor…” You gasp, pushing back against him, suddenly embarrassed.

He eases up, giving you space. It’s enough that you slip out from between him and the window. You turn and scamper towards the bed. You jump on it, pulling the sheets up around your body to cover yourself in a delayed attempt at modesty.

As you look at your future husband, you can’t help but laugh. It’s a burst of sound, a hiccup of amusement as you watch him struggle against the curtain. It’s tangled around his left arm and hips. Wrapped around one leg as he steps on the end with the other.

He’s gotten himself all covered in it when he’d suddenly thrown himself around to follow your escape.

“Looks like I’ve caught you, God of Thunder.” You tease, and chuckle again.

Thor’s brow furrows, a deep guttural growl ripping through his throat as he simply walks forward. A simple flick of his wrist across his body where the curtain is wrapped tears it and he’s tackling you onto his mattress before you can understand what’s happened.

You give one small yelp before his lips are pressed to yours and with his kiss, he takes all your shyness.

“Hey,” He begins, gripping the edge of the sheet and he pulls it down until he can see your eyes. “Don’t hide from me so early in the morning.”

He pouts, folding the sheet up just above your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and then leaning down to kiss your clavicle.

You shut your eyes, relishing in the feeling.

“I love the way you kiss me.” You tell him, suddenly feeling bold.

Probably because it’s early and your body is still reeling from last night.

“Is that so?” Thor asks, laying down properly with his arms still around you.

His eye is trained on yours, searching them for proof that you’re lying.

“Yes.” You nod, reaching over to caress his bearded cheek, turning onto your side to look at him better. “I love your kisses and your touch. I love your voice and the way you laugh.”

Thor’s cheeks are suddenly bright red, barely hidden by his golden scruffy beard. He hasn’t trimmed it in a few days. It’s getting thicker.

“That’s a lot of things to love, cherub. One might think you’re falling for me.” It’s a tease, but hopeful.

The way his voice leaves it open for you to respond to despite being a statement makes your heart pound. You scoot closer, moving until your nose tip is touching his.

You shut your eyes because admitting this face to face is hard. If only because you don’t want to remember saying it and then regretting it later if he should ever hurt you. Because with this arrangement the two of you have made, this marriage? How can you not get hurt at some point?

“I am falling for you, Thor. I’ve already fallen for you.” You whisper that last bit, afraid to speak it too loud. What if someone else hears you say it?

He doesn’t say anything and for several really long seconds, you just wait.

Unable to take it anymore, you open your eyes and find him staring at you still, his brow scrunched, a little pucker between his eyes.

The look is intense, but mostly vulnerable. He looks almost insecure, which is stupid because he’s Thor! How can he look the way you feel?

“What? What did I say?”

Thor gives his head one shake, then he rolls you over, laying over you as his hands push the hair at your temples back, loving your face the way he’s been doing all night.

“How is it that I’ve always needed you and never knew it? How is it that I’ve been searching for you my whole life, and only now just realize it’s you I was searching for?” Thor sighs, shaking his head in disbelief.

You take a deep shaky breath, inhaling until your lungs give up. When you exhale, your voice is surprisingly relaxed, a playful tone in comparison to the intensity of these confessions.

“You’re such a sap.” Voice at a decent volume with a bit of exasperation thrown in.

Thor buries his face against your chest and his body begins to shake with laughter.

You laugh with him, bringing your hands to the back of his head to stroke his messy short hair. You absolutely love the way it sticks at odd angles when he wakes up in the morning.

“You’re making it awfully easy for me to love you, cherub.”

There’s that word again. And it steals your breath just as much as the first time he’d said it, though before, it hadn’t been so straight forward.

“You’ve known me for less than a week, Thor.” You’re absolutely stunned.

You’ve heard of whirlwind romances, but never in true life. None that ended well.

“I know.” Thor sighs, laying on you more snugly. “And I know that it makes no sense, but when you told my friends at dinner that it was inevitable for you to fall for me, I had no idea that the possibility of being with you and knowing that you could love me would make me so happy.

“So, I made up my mind to try. Just as I told you. And then those kisses in your room…”

He drifts off, thinking back to those first liplocks when the two of you had been surprised by the chemistry that had suddenly shot off between you.

“I know.” You nod, bringing your hands down to rest along the sides of his neck. “I felt it too.”

Given that it was your first few kisses ever, even you’d felt something click beyond the initial pleasure they gave you.

“And you’ve been so open, so understanding. Jealous a bit—which I like, to be honest. Probably shouldn’t.” Thor admits, and you think you know what he means.

It’s nice to feel like you’re wanted, so long as it doesn’t smother and hurt.

You smile, despite the anxiety of the moment.

“You’re much more than I ever hoped you’d be, cherub. Much more.” He sighs, placing his index finger on your temple and running it down to your chin. “I’m starting to love you. And I’m certain that with time, that will only grow.”

“Thor…” You’re apprehensive about taking him at his word, fearful that you’ll wake up and it’ll have all been a dream.

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asks, exasperated as he grabs you and rolls over onto his back.

You land on top of him, your legs automatically straddling his hips, hands pushing against his chest to sit up.

“You just broke up with Jane, Thor. A woman who you’d wanted me to pretend you weren’t going to be having an affair with if we got married.” You remind him, and he screws up his face.

A knowing grimace as your anxious timidity makes an appearance again.

“I-I know that I made a mistake.” He nods, hands finding your hips to give them a firm squeeze. “I never should have asked you to do something so deceitful. It was heartless of me. I’m sorry.”

He means it, and his sincerity brings your body down further, hands placed on his bearded cheeks again.

“I don’t make excuses for myself. The only thing I can say is that I wanted Jane and I to work. I have loved her for a long time. For humans.” He clarifies, “And if there was a chance to make us work, I wanted to be certain that I tried. I didn’t want it to end without me having given it a good try.

“But Jane and I have been over for almost half a year. Her true love will always be her work. As admirable as that is, I’ve known that I would need a wife who could give not only myself, but the people of Asgard her full heart.

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t know that your work as a writer is important. I will give you time and space to do what you love. Because I want you to be happy here, cherub. I want you to love living here with me and our people. I want you to love being here. I want you to love me.”

His voice suddenly cuts off, slightly surprised at the honesty of that last sentence.

You’re not. In fact, you know exactly how he feels. You hadn’t expected him to feel it or be the one to say it out loud. You’re so glad he did though, and you lay over him, holding his face still as you press your lips to his softly.

He shuts his eye, kissing you back as his hands find your waist to take firm, possessive handfuls.

When you pull back, he follows you up a little, stretching his neck until you’re sitting too far up to reach, and he falls back onto his pillow.

“I already do, Thor.” You shrug one shoulder, giving into what’s been growing since the moment you met him, and he made you picture both of you together. “I think I’ve loved you since you downed an entire stein of ale and then went for a refill.”

Thor’s smile is small at first but grows as you wait for him to respond.

“I won’t waste it.” He gushes, sitting up and taking you with him, wrapping one arm around your waist, the other holding the back of your neck. “I won’t waste your love.”

He’s so determined, how can you not believe him?

“Promise?” You whisper, licking your lips.

“I swear it.” He replies, pulling you towards him to kiss you softly.

Wet lips lap over yours, massaging softly before you slide your tongue into his mouth, and he groans against you.

You slide one hand down between your bodies, searching until you take hold of his cock and lead him in.

He goes rigid beneath you, body tight as his hands squeeze you hard as you sink down onto him.

He grunts, reaching down to grab a handful of your bottom as you lift yourself up and drop down again slowly.

“You said you wanted a baby.” You remind him, voice nothing but air as he stretches you and hits a delicious spot inside you that makes your hips twitch. “Let’s make a baby.”

That guttural growl from last night rips through Thor’s throat again, and he flips you, tossing you onto your back never once slipping out of you as he rails you into the mattress.

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It shows up in ways you don’t expect it to.

Quick peeks from across the garden. Sweet smiles over people’s shoulders. A quiet kiss shared before you both leave an empty room.

You and Thor have decided to try and be lukewarm in public. Respectful. Decent.

In private, this morning’s session of lovemaking is a good example of what you two would rather be doing together.

However, since duty calls, you and Thor are currently making your way onto a large stretch of land at the center of New Asgard.

With your arm around his elbow, he waits patiently for you to carefully gather your skirts a little so that you can walk without stomping on the bottom.

It’s a beautiful gown, black with an illusion bodice absolutely covered in beautiful pink, red, white, and orange florals. The same pattern is prevalent throughout the tulle skirt, a thicker cotton skirt underneath keeps you warm. Over the spaghetti strap bodice, you wear a black cloak. It feels more like a cape.

An intentional choice by Thor, it turns out, because you match. Thor in his black Asgardian suit, the same one he wore on the night of your dinner with his closest friends.

The two of you make a lovely pair and the crowd that has gathered around the plot of land you’re on seem to notice and approve.

Some of them wave at you, others simply stare and share excited conversation.

“They’re staring at us.” You smile nervously, waving at a pair of beautiful Asgardian boys no older than ten who wave at you with such enthusiasm, you can’t help yourself.

“They’re staring at you, cherub. You’re the pretty jewel on my arm.” He flatters, and you laugh at him.

“You really don’t like being complimented.” He observes, his eye only for you.

“It’s not that.” You shake your head, meeting his gaze. “I’ve just never been told such…no one’s ever talked to me like that before. It’s super weird.”

“Weird? Then I will have to do it with more frequency.” Thor whispers, leaning in towards you. “And you can’t fight me on it.”

You bite your bottom lip, giving him a quick and private glare.

He chuckles, amused by your reaction.

“Are you warm enough?” He checks, reaching to adjust your cloak.

“Enough.” You nod. “I’d rather be in bed with you, though.”

Thor clears his throat, his hand brushing gently along your bottom.

A mere coincidence that he was adjusting the cloak there when you said that.

“You’re much warmer than this cloak.”

Thor sighs heavily, taking his hand back to scratch at his head.

“Are you trying to torture me?” He wonders, avoiding your gaze and waving at his people.

“No.” You protest. “But you are. It’s a simple fact.”

“You’ve grown increasingly bold in these past few days.” Thor whispers, leaning in towards you to speak quietly.

“Whose fault is that?” You wonder, feeling shy in front of the Asgardians, not so much Thor in this aspect after the way you spent the early morning. “I think I’ve had more sex in two days than most women have in two years.”

After a moment to consider, you smile and meet his eye.

“Can we keep trying for a baby after this? I read somewhere that if you do it on your side, it helps with a girl. Or if we want a boy, you can take me from behind again.”

Thor’s face is crimson as he coughs loudly, choking on his own spit probably since he’d opened his mouth to respond but your question seems to have rendered him speechless.

“Is that a yes?”

Thor takes a minute to catch his breath, clearing his throat before reaching up to pull at the neck of his shirt and armor.

“Vixen.” He accuses. “When I get you back to our room, I’m not letting you out until the morning of our wedding.”

This time, it’s your turn to be speechless. You stare at him, eyes searching, heart pounding, completely emotional. You’re the true sap.

“I’m…Our room?” Had you heard him correctly? “I don’t have to go back to my bedroom?”

“My bedroom is your bedroom. I’m not letting you out of it ever again.” Thor assures you. “I need you there to sleep now, cherub.”

You wrap your arm around his elbow more tightly, tucking yourself in against his side.

“Can I have a kiss?” You ask him, unsure if it’s polite or normal for the two of you to be so affectionate before you’re married or if it’s frowned upon by the Asgardian people.

“Of course, you can, love. You never have to ask.” He leans down as you push yourself up onto your toes, lips puckered and eager.

His kiss is gentle, just as pleasing as ever, but chaste, and innocent.

It’s perfect for what you’re feeling, and you have to pull back first but go in for a second, quicker kiss.

“Well, it looks like you were worried for no reason.” You turn to watch David walking up to you both.

“David!” You gasp, excited at the sight of him. “I thought you’d left back to London.”

You release Thor and hug David, who happily returns the gesture. He pushes you back to get a look at you in your pretty dress, and nods with approval.

“I did but came right back after my meeting. I wanted to make sure the God of Thunder was keeping his word. It appears he’s exceeded it.” David says the tone of approval to accompany the pleased smile on his face. “Might I borrow the future Queen of Asgard, Your Majesty?”

David gestures at your hand around Thor’s arm.

Thor takes your hand and holds it, offering it to David with that lovable goofy smile you’ve become quickly familiar with.

“Of course.”

David takes your hand and gently wraps it around his own suited up elbow. “Thank you.”

Together, you and David walk a few feet away, Thor turning towards the nearest group of Asgardians to greet and mingle.

“It seems things have progressed quickly between you and Thor.” David observes, his voice polite but you can hear the worry.

“We’re already trying for a baby, David.” You confess, stopping and tugging on his arm so that he’ll turn to look at you.

David’s face is full of shock. He blinks, trying to clear his mind or put the words you just said together in different ways until he understands them.

“You’ve slept with him already?” David asks quietly, always the model of good sense.

“It just happened.” You sigh, catching your breath after your impromptu confession. “He kissed me the night of the dinner and then he broke up with Jane and when I went to see him in his room, to show him my wedding dress for approval, he was so open with me about everything and we kissed again. One thing led to another and we just…it felt right, David. I didn’t want it to happen because it had to. Because he had to consummate the marriage?

“I needed to feel control over something.”

David moves a step closer, taking your hand in his two, tapping them to offer comfort.

“We really click, David. Like, in bed? And personally too. We’ve been so…it’s easy with him. To a certain point. I’m not a complete idiot. But I-I’m already loving him. And I think he feels the same. M-Maybe not love, even though he says he does, but he likes me at least. I’m sure.

“He said he wanted to start on our heir. Since we’ll have to do it quickly anyway.” You shrug.

To your surprise, David actually nods. “I think having his child is for the best too.”

You’re about to ask him why, but he explains without you needing to.

“The Ambassadors are eager for your marriage to commence. And I think it’s a good idea to solidify your place in their court with a child.”

Fear and a bit of anger begins to grow in your belly. It fills your chest with worries and the tightness of your anxieties makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re afraid he’ll change his mind?” You realize, so angry at David you almost want to rip your hand out of his grip and march back to Thor’s side…but this is your fear too. Your worry.

“No.” David rushes to reassure you, but the seed—while it had already been planted—has been watered by his warning. “No, I don’t think he will. The way he looked at you just now didn’t look like the expression of a man who is having doubts. In fact, he looks downright smitten.”

This helps you relax a little, or at least cools the rage you feel towards David.

“It’s all just happening so quickly.” David frets.

“It has to happen quickly.” You reason, annoyed but also understanding of his worry.

You’re worried too. After every sweet word, touch, and especially after every moment you spend wrapped in Thor’s arms, coming to pieces beneath him. Feeling him more deeply than you’ve ever felt anyone before. Literally.

You wonder to yourself, if maybe this is all too good to be true.

“You’re not pretending?” David asks, quiet since Loki, Sif, and three men you’ve never seen before make their way towards Thor at the center of the lawn.

“No, David. I’m really not. I like him, so much. I didn’t expect it, but I do. And he seems to like me too.”

“I’ll have to keep an eye on him, to make certain he really returns your feelings.” David smiles. “Would you like me to send for a fertility doctor? Someone who can keep an eye on you to assure that you and Thor are doing everything you can to produce an heir?”

“Yes!” You hug him tight, so pleased that he seems to be on your team.

He laughs in your ear as you hold him, hugging you back gently.

“You’ll wrinkle your pretty gown.” David worries.

“Cherub?” Thor’s voice calls to you and you turn towards him, his hand extended towards you from where he stands with his friends.

All of them in unison, save for Sif who instead looks down at the ground, mouth his pet name for you.

David too.

“Cherub?” He asks, amused.

But you don’t hear him. You move for Thor, taking his hand, then he pulls you against his side, wrapping his arm around your waist.

David moves to stand beside you, but clears his throat to draw everyone’s attention.

“I think I will retire to the palace. If that is alright with you Your Majesty?”

Thor looks to David and offers a quick smile. “Of course. We can offer proper introductions at dinner.”

With a nod, David takes his leave.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Volstagg, one of my oldest friends and a mighty adventurer in his own right. He also enjoys a good drink and plenty of well-seasoned food.” Thor whispers the second part in your ear, drawing your attention back to the newcomers.

“What’s that you’re saying about me to my future Queen?!” Volstagg demands, but he doesn’t wait for an answer as he reaches to take your hand.

He bows his head, pulls it to his lips, and kisses it chastely.

“Your Highness, it is a pleasure to meet you.” He gushes.

“Nice to meet you.”

“This here is Fandral, another close friend. He-”

“Has conquered many hearts, and had I been here when you came to meet Thor, I may have very well conquered yours, Your Highness.” He smiles at you flirtatiously, his blonde hair falling loosely over his forehead.

He is very handsome, charming. A definite flirt.

He reaches for your hand but before he can take hold of it, Thor grabs it and pulls it against his own chest.

“He’s a flirt.” Thor’s frowning at him, and you can’t help but feel your stomach flip and your heart flutter at his refusal to let Fandral touch you.

“And I am Hogun of Vanaheim. It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness. I am at your service.” The third of the Warrior’s three is calmer, though you sense a general amusement floating off of him at his companions and their quirks.

“Thank you.” You smile at him, “All of you, for such a warm welcome.”

“We’re very sad to have missed your welcome feast.” Volstagg laments, rubbing his protruding belly.

He’s in his armor which makes his large stature menacing and comforting that his girth will be on your side of any fight.

“You’re just hungry.” Hogun tells him.

“Isn’t he always?” Fandral teases.

“As charming as this impromptu meet-up is, you three have new armor to be measured for, and if you hurry you might just catch the end of the lunch hour back at the palace.” Loki informs them, and like they’ve all been electrocuted, the Warrior’s Three give you a quick bow and shuffle off bickering about some disagreement from before they arrived.

“Brunnhilde, I think maybe you should go with them. Apprise them of the need for their quick return. The sooner they start planning, the better for us all.” Loki looks to Sif, frowning at the way she’s staring at Thor holding your hand to his chest still, cradling it there as if it were something precious. “Sif? I think you should go with her. Rest up. Tomorrow’s wedding will be a long day for us all.”

Sif gives you and Thor a passing look, Loki a quick glare before she turns and marches off after the Warrior’s Three.

Hilde looks after Sif then smiles at Loki before turning her charms towards you.

“Forgive Sif, Your Highness, she’s not used to defeat.” Hilde explains.

“I’ve never met warrior women before. I wish she’d let me get to know her.” You lament, Thor’s arm tightening around your waist.

“She’ll come around, Cherub. She just needs some time.” He assures you.

“Or a boyfriend.” Hilde jokes. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to bring her around.”

“Thank you, Hilde.” You truly appreciate her and her kindness.

“I’m glad this is going well.” She points at you two, sincerely pleased, looking almost smug.

Thor’s eyes narrow, and he hugs you closer.

“So am I.” He throws at her.

She laughs once, then turns and heads after the others without another word.

“Alright, so why have you brought us out here?” Thor asks Loki, who quickly pulls a small black folder from what looks like to you, thin air.

“This plot of land has been designated as a public park. As our Queen, the council has decided that this would be the perfect first task for you.”

“For me?!”

“Yes. We’ll give you plenty of experts to do the actual work. Your job will be to oversee the park’s construction. They will give you options, you pick what you’d like, and at the end of a few months, you will unveil the park to the public.” Loki explains.

“Doesn’t it seem like too much to take on?” Thor worries, “For a first project?”

You remain silent, too stressed suddenly with the pressure to get this place just right mounting.

“You’ll help her, Your Majesty.” Loki teases, “It will be a joint project. A gift form the King and Queen to their people in honor of their wedding. We don’t have any parks yet, and with the population growing again, this one will be an excellent place for families to come and pass the time, for whatever reason families seem to want to do that.”

“So, I’ll have help.” With Thor by your side and many experts, it doesn’t feel so daunting. Still stressful, but not as scary.

“Yes.” Loki nods, handing you the folder so that you can look at the plans and options he’s already set aside for you. “After tomorrow, you’ll have a week to honeymoon, and once you’re back, you’ll begin your duties. Together. As a unified front for all the world to see.”

Suddenly, you realize what this is actually supposed to be.

“So, this is really just a PR stunt for everyone to see that Thor and I are getting along in our new marriage? Because no one can believe in the arranged marriage thing?” You sigh, feeling slightly deflated by the rude way reality seems to be encroaching on your blissful new love bubble.

“We knew this would be a concern, cherub.” Thor rubs your lower back, trying to soothe you a little. “We’ll easily give them what they want. Since I already love you, we won’t have to pretend. They’ll see us as we are.”

You’re knocked breathless again, trying hard to catch it as Thor’s stupid love declaration in front of Loki absolutely sends your body and mind buzzing.

Loki is also shocked by this. His eyes are wide, slow blinking as he stares at Thor’s feet, replaying what Thor just said.

Loki wasn’t expecting Thor to say that and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“Cherub?” Thor gives your body a little shake.

“I’m okay.” You assure him, swallowing hard, almost ready to lose your mind until you look up and meet his eye.

His concern and caring is there, true and real, and it calms you. It settles your worrying heart and with a slow sigh, you nod.

“Really, I’m okay.”

Thor frowns, almost not believing you despite the fact that you can see that he means his words.

You’re not sure if he does it for himself or if he’s doing it to prove his point, but he holds you tighter, pulling your body towards his and holding your head in place as he leans down to give you a not so chaste kiss.

You can’t help yourself when his tongue begs for entrance. You open up for him and readily meet him in his passion.

“Okay…” Loki mutters, neither you nor Thor hearing him. “…I’ll just…go.”

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big-wet-cas-eyes · 3 years

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wings: day 3 of @starrynightdeancas 's 2k followers celebration ✨ (ao3)

when i saw the wings prompt, i didn't think i would end up writing meet cute au, but here we are (wc: ~2000)

Thursdays are Dean's favorite day to be at conferences. Usually, there's only a partial day of events, and some people skip it altogether. Once the conference is in full swing, he'll be busy bouncing from talks to lunches to happy hours to dinners with people he only sort of knows. But on Thursdays, he can breathe.

Conferences certainly aren't his favorite part of being a professor. He's kind of a homebody, so the travel and socializing is a little much for him, especially when air travel is involved. But he does like exploring new cities, so he makes the best of it.

That's how he finds himself wandering around downtown Thursday evening. The streets are bustling with the after-work crowd.

Dean pauses when he passes one of those huge angel wing murals that he sees all over the internet. There are a couple of teenage girls standing there posing and giggling. Dean chuckles, and once the girls run off, he snaps a picture of it. His best friend, Jo, loves gimmicky tourist things like that, so he sends the picture off to her, along with a wish you were here text.

"Excuse me, would you mind taking my photo? If you have a moment, of course," a deep voice asks him. Dean looks up to see a man standing there, looking at him hopefully and gesturing behind him toward the mural. He feels his jaw drop open for a second when his eyes rest on the man's face. He's gorgeous. Dark, messy hair and piercing blue eyes that make Dean feel like he's melting into a puddle.

But Dean raises his eyebrow slightly when the question registers in his brain. This guy doesn't really look like the type to want a picture in front of a cotton candy-colored mural of angel wings. He looks to be about Dean's age. He's wearing a full suit with a trench coat on top, despite the summer heat. He realizes he's still staring when the guy clears his throat.

"Sorry for bothering you, I'll find someone else," the man says with a slight nod before beginning to turn away.

"No, no, wait, I'll do it!" Dean says, feeling bad for basically ignoring the guy while checking him out. "You just surprised me. Took my brain a second to process."

The man smiles at him. "Thank you, I appreciate it," he says, handing his phone to Dean. The camera app is already open.

Dean gives him a small smile back. "Not to be weird about it, but you don't really seem like the angel wing mural type."

"Ah, I'm not," he says dryly. Sensing Dean's confusion, probably, he adds, "I sent my daughter a photo of the mural earlier. She's been bombarding me all day with requests that I take a photo in front of it."

Dean smiles wider at that. The man's eyes light up as he's talking about his daughter, and Dean's smitten by how cute it is. "Totally get it, man. If my niece was old enough to text, she'd probably do the same to me." He thinks of little Mary, running around the house in a princess dress and fairy wings as Eileen tries to catch her. Maybe he should take one for her, too. "I've got you." He glances down at the guy's chest and adds, "Take off your badge first."

"What?" the man asks, clearly confused.

Dean pulls his matching conference badge out of his pocket. The lanyards attached to all of the badges this year are a horrid shade of neon orange. "This," Dean says, shaking it slightly, "Take yours off for the picture."

"Oh… thank you," he says, pulling off the lanyard and shoving it into a pocket of his trench coat. He walks in the direction of the mural. He turns and faces Dean, mouth in a straight line.

Dean snaps the photo and frowns. The dude doesn't look happy, despite the joy that was in his eyes when he mentioned his daughter. "Smile, dude! This is for your kid!" Dean says loudly.

The man huffs slightly, but then his mouth splits into a gummy smile, eyes crinkling at the edges. The smile is infectious, and Dean can't help the one that spreads across his own face in response. He takes a couple more photos before he gestures for the guy to come back over. He does and Dean returns his phone.

"Mind taking one of me? Looked at it long enough that I want to send one to my niece anyway."

"Yes, of course," the man replies, taking Dean's offered phone.

Dean smiles and poses (hands on his hips, like a superhero), and there's a good chance the picture captures the laugh that comes out when he hears the other man chuckle.

He walks back over and retrieves his phone. Then, he offers his hand for a handshake. "So I guess we're in town for the same conference. Dean Winchester. It's nice to meet you."

"Castiel Novak," he replies, grasping Dean's hair and shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you as well." He pauses for a moment, and his eyes widen with something that looks like recognition. "Dean Winchester. I just read your new paper, Bradbury and Winchester. It was fascinating."

"Hey, thanks, man," Dean says with a grin, "but if I'm being honest, almost all the credit for that one should go to my grad student, Charlie. She's the best."

"Well, it's a testament to your teaching that one of your students can produce such excellent research," Castiel says, and Dean blushes at the words. "I would love to be able to teach like that someday."

"Are you not a professor?" Dean asks. Maybe he misjudged the guy's age.

"No, I actually only recently completed my doctorate. It took a little longer than I'd hoped, but I had to take some time away from schooling for my daughter." Dean nods in understanding. A handful of people he knows had a baby during graduate school and it definitely did not make the experience any easier for them. "I'm beginning a postdoctoral fellowship at the University of Kansas next month, though."

"Oh, no way, that's where I teach!" Dean says. When he sees the glint of amusement in Castiel's eyes, he says, "But you already knew that. Because you just read my paper."

"I did. Different department than you, though. I'll be working with Professor Cain."

Dean smiles. "He's great, you'll like working with him." Before he can continue, Dean's stomach decides to punctuate his sentence with a loud grumble. "Uh, any interest in grabbing dinner? I'm starving, and I'd like to hear more about what you do if we're gonna be colleagues soon."

"Sure, I'd like that, Professor Winchester," Castiel says.

Dean scoffs. "You're uninvited if you call me that, Cas. Just Dean."

"Dean. Okay, let's go," he says, a small smile curling at the edges of his lips. They walk for a while, chatting a little about food and the city until they stumble upon a restaurant that sounds good to both of them.

Once they've ordered, Cas pulls out his phone. "I hope my daughter appreciates the picture," he says, swiping at the screen as he looks through the photos Dean took. He might have gotten a little carried away; there's a bunch. "I don't want to receive another photo of her pouting at me."

Dean chuckles. He pulls out his own phone to send his mural photo to his brother and sister-in-law. Cas also took a few, but he selects one where he's laughing extra hard. Took this for Princess Mary, tell her I love her, he texts to accompany the photo. "I'm sure she'll love it. How many pouting photos did you get?"

Cas hums, tapping a few times on his phone as Dean watches. "It appears… six." He turns his phone around to Dean. The name at the top of the text message thread reads Claire🐝 and he can already see two of the pictures. Cas's daughter, Claire, looks a little older than he expected. That, combined with the heavy eyeliner, doesn't make her seem like the kind of kid that would beg her dad to take a picture with an angel wing mural. Cas scrolls slightly and Dean sees a slew of please dad and you gotta! text messages, interspersed with more pictures of her frowning. It's kind of adorable.

"How old is she?" Dean asks.

"Fifteen," Cas answers. Dean opens his mouth, but closes it again when Cas continues, "I know, I don't look old enough to have a daughter her age. I get that a lot."

"Sorry," Dean mumbles. "No need to explain, I was just surprised."

Cas shrugs. "It's okay. Accidental pregnancy with my high school girlfriend back when we were both trying to convince ourselves that we were straight." Cas immediately blushes. "Sorry, too much information. I had already switched out of professional mode for the evening, and I forgot that we technically work together."

"You're in good company. No judgment from me. You won't be the only one out of the closet when you get there." He winks and then grimaces internally. He hadn't meant to start flirting.

Cas's eyes widen and then soften. "Thank you, Dean. I'm glad I haven't made a total fool of myself." His phone buzzes on the table and he picks it up. He smiles that wide, bright smile again, the one that Dean can't help but match. "Claire loves the photo," he says, turning his phone around. It's another photo of Claire, but this time she has the same bright smile on her face as her dad.

"She really wanted you to take that picture, didn't she," Dean says with a chuckle.

Cas nods. "She did. She's a sweet girl."

"Why's she love angel wings so much? She doesn't really… look the type, I guess," Dean asks, his curiosity finally winning out.

"The eyeliner phase is new. She's always loved angels, though. Her mother used to tell her angels were watching over her every night before bed, and I think that stuck with her."

Dean smiles. "My mom used to say the same thing to me. Definitely sticks with you," he says, as he pushes up the sleeve of his shirt. He holds his arm out to show Castiel the angel wing tattoo on his forearm, his mom's name and the dates she was alive in the middle. "Got this for her a few years ago."

Cas reaches out, brushing the edge of one of the wings. Dean shivers a little at the touch, but mostly just because of how soft and gentle Cas's hands are. "It's beautiful, I'm sure she would appreciate it," Cas says. "I think Claire's mom always said it because I'm named for an angel. Claire calls me her angel when she's feeling sentimental." Dean's not sure if Cas realizes that he's still tracing the edges of his tattoo. Honestly, he doesn't mind. The contact feels nice and he feels surprisingly drawn to Cas. His hand stays there until their food arrives.

The conversation shifts slightly, becoming more casual. They talk about their research, the talks they're planning to attend during the weekend, and a little bit about the university Castiel will soon call home. It's comfortable. Cas is really nice and interesting, and Dean's excited that it looks like he'll have a new friend when the school year starts.

A little voice in the back of his head hopes that he'll end up more than a friend, and Dean thinks the feeling might be mutual when Cas grabs his hand on their way back to the conference hotel.

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hockeytrashgoblin · 3 years

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Ice Cold~ Part 18

A/N: YOU GUYS I’M SO SORRY. Between a pregnancy scare, a breakup, a friend getting back into hard drugs, work, and the endless pit of despair I have fallen into for the past month writing kind of went to the back burner for a bit. But I am here with another part. It’s getting kind of juicy. I am aiming to be done by 30 parts. I have 19 already in the works and I should be posting more regularly again.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy.

"Mitch come look at this!" I called out to the mostly empty house. Everyone was out doing their own thing today except me and Mitch.

I was sitting on the ground outside of the house. I spent a lot of time out here. Especially since I became pregnant a few months ago. We were going on 17 weeks. Or maybe it was especially since I turned. I had always loved nature and felt connected to it but especially so now. I had been practicing a lot with the leaves. I hadn't shown anyone yet. I had finally gotten to a point that I wanted to share.

"What's up?" Mitch asked in front of me in probably a second since I called. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah for sure! I want to show you something cool I've been practicing."

"Well damn okay let's see it."

"Okay hang on, I have to concentrate a little."

I took a deep breath and raised my hands. The leaves lifted from the ground like magic and danced all around where my fingers moved. I had shocked Mitch into complete silence. Something that didn't happen often. I decided to push myself a little bit more and try to move them around. I got them to go to the side and up a little before they fell.

"I still need to practice."

"What the fuck just happened?! How have you kept this from me?" He asked in shock.

"You've been so wrapped up in your little Auston world that you haven't been in my head much I guess. What do you think though?"

"It's super cool. Can you move anything else?"

"No me and Tessa tried. I don't think it's moving the object. Like look, when I lift just one it doesn't just levitate up right?" I showed him the leaf fluttering up. "I think it has to do with the wind. Or the air I guess."

"I guess it's possible."

"I can feel the wind Mitchy. William said that's not normal and that I couldn't possibly but I do. It feels like vibration in my veins."

"Maybe you can control the elements." He teased, laughing afterwards.

"You know what.." I whispered getting up.

"(Y/n) I was joking." He said following behind me.

"Well maybe there's something to that! You never know unless you try right?"

"This is crazy!" He yelled running after me.

"I don't care."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to some water!" We ran until we found a little creek.

"What now genius? It took you so long to do the leaf thing by the thoughts of it I see."

"I don't know I'm just going to try some stuff." I shrugged and sat beside the water. I felt the buzzing again and stuck my hand in the water. When I brought it out the water was sticking to my hand in columns of still water from my fingertips.

"What the fuck?"

"This was much easier than the leaves." I said dropping the water. I concentrated really hard on one spot in the water trying to displace it. All I could do was make small waves though.

"Maybe not so easy."

"Maybe not. I'll have to practice that too. Oh well I have plenty of time for that."

"Have you told Will yet? He'd love this. He already thinks you're the most talented person. He might be jealous though, his gift isn't that great he doesn't think."

"Well it saved my life so I can't say I feel the same. Maybe I'll tell him later, he's kind of mad at me right now." I tried to create ripples in the water again as we talked.

"Because you want to put people in danger."

"No one is in danger Mitchell. I've been back to work and I've been fine. I got overwhelmed the first day but I just didn't breathe and was fine. You've seen. Heard. Whatever. You know how I've been downtown. I'm not going to hurt anybody."

"There's always a chance (y/n). I made mistakes all the time when I was new that I never expected to make. It caught everyone off guard."

"It's not like I'm going alone! William will be there. If he gets even a tiny bit worried he'll stop me. I can't just ditch my best friend forever I've been making excuses for months."

"I understand, we're just worried that you're going to have an accident and hurt them. What would you do if you accidentally killed your bestfriend or their boyfriend?"

"I'll never have to know because nothing will happen!" I exclaimed in frustration throwing my hands down aggressively. When I did the water splashed out as if a rock had been thrown in. "Oops."

"So anger is a trigger..good to know. We should uh, start heading back."

"Yeah probably. William will be back anytime now."

When we got back to the house William was waiting in the car. I could tell he was cranky but I just couldn't bring myself to care. I waved bye to Mitch and got in the car. Without a word we started driving. It was a completely silent ride. We went upstairs to the apartment and met up with Kappy.

"How's my favourite couple?" He joked.

"Just dandy." William said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and brought the groceries to the kitchen, dropping them a little too loud on the counter.

"Okay a fight has happened?" He asked William in the living room

"Not yet." Will said.

"If you'd stop acting like a fucking child and my dad at the same time we'd be fine!" I yelled.

"There it is." He sighed.

"No. No 'there it is' as if you haven't been an ass the past few days and don't deserve the anger." I said stomping into the room. "No 'there it is' as if I'm just a crazy person. No. Because I'm not."

"Alright (y/n) calm down, what's the problem?" Kasperi asked softly.

"He's been mad for the past 3 days because of this night. Because I want to see my best friend."

"You see her."

"Yeah at work! That's not the same!"

"You see her almost every day."

"Yeah and it hasn't been a problem yet."

"And you want it to be?"

"It won't be!" I yelled throwing my arms up.

"You don't know that."

"William I do!"

"Hun, you might think so but you never know." Kasperi said already sick of this fight.

"How many people have I been near? How much human blood around me constantly for work? And I've never once even considered hurting someone. I know you guys asked Mitch so you know that. It has never crossed my mind to attack anyone. I'm around thousands of humans every day and I've never even considered hurting one and you're going to sit here pissy with me because I want to have my best friends over for dinner? Fucking bite me William."

"He already did." Kasperi said snickering. I shot him a look and he stopped fast though.

"You want to know what I think?"

"Not really but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"Stop being such a fucking bitch." I yelled at him incredulously.

"You first."

"I think you're mad that I'm not having a harder time with this."

"What?"

"I think that you're upset that this is easy for me. I think you all are a little peaved to some extent but Will I think you're down right mad about it."

"You think I'm mad that you haven't killed someone?"

"Yes I absolutely do. I'm not talking about this anymore though. I have a dinner to make. If you can't have a pleasant fucking attitude you can make yourself scarce."

"And leave you alone with people? That's not fucking happening. You're not having humans over with no supervision."

"I'm around people constantly, I'm fine."

"But we're almost always there!"

"Oh for fucks sake William what would you do anyway? If I was to hurt someone while you're on the ice. If I did have a split second decision to hurt someone. How would any of you fucking stop me? You're going to go at superhuman speed off the ice in front of 40 thousand fans and camera men to come get me? Who the fuck is that going to help, you? Me? The person that I've attacked?"

"We never should've let you go back to work."

"You guys are so fucking daft. I can handle it William! Just because you couldn't.." I trailed off leaving the room.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? He boomed.

"Exactly what it sounded like."

"You know what fine. Fine! You have it your way like always. Me and Kappy will leave."

"Good! Now maybe I can actually have fun tonight!"

"Don't call us when you kill your friends. We aren't cleaning up your senseless messes."

"I wouldn't call you right now for anything to be quite honest." I said in a calm voice. "You could just go back to Mo's tonight for all I care."

"And what leave you here? You have no blood (y/n). That's really setting you up for disaster."

"Man you really don't have any fucking confidence in me at all do you?" He was just silent and I sighed swallowing tears. "Noted."

"(Y/n) come on-"

"Just leave William. Don't worry about me, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

"No you're not."

"I was doing just fine before you came into the picture."

"Fine. Whatever. Whenever you decide you're done acting like a child, figure out your own way to Morgan's place."

"Whenever you decide to stop treating me like a fucking child, I will."

He stared at me for a minute before turning and leaving the apartment. Kasperi didn't know what to do. He just looked between the door and me in the kitchen.

"Kappy go be with your friend. I'll be fine."

"You're my friend too."

"Yeah but he's the one that needs his best friend right now. Mine will be here any minute. I'll be okay."

"I know you will. Willy might not have any confidence in you but I know you aren't going to hurt your friends."

"Thank you Kas, now go please. It was nice seeing you."

"Yeah you too." He left the apartment and went down the stairs to catch up to William.

I just focused on making dinner. I was frustrated of course but I wasn't about to let it ruin my night. I was just putting the finishing touches on dinner when the doorbell rang. I ran to the door and opened it to find Amy and Mitchell smiling.

"Hey! I missed you so much." I said hugging them. "It's been forever since we've hung out like this."

"We brought wine!" Mitchell exclaimed.

"Classic. It'll go great with dinner, I'll get some glasses."

"Where's William?" Amy asked coming into the kitchen.

"Off somewhere being an ass. We got into a pretty big fight."

"Oh shit, about what?"

"Money." I said thinking quick on my feet.

"What about it?" Mitchell asked as we joined him at the table.

"Well he's been rich his whole life. I'm just kinda coming into that kind of lifestyle. He's worried I'm going to do something to accidentally hurt people I really care about because he did before. I kind of threw it back in his face."

"Well you wouldn't hurt anybody. Even if there was no other option I don't think you'd hurt anyone." Mitchell said.

"Right?! Thank you! That's what I've been trying to tell him for the past 3 days! Never once have I thought about breaking people's trust or hurting anyone. As if my anxiety would ever even kind of allow me to let someone down."

"I really think that this is just a misunderstanding."

"I know but it really feels like he's almost disappointed that I haven't fucked up yet. It just feels bad. I can't help it."

"Your feelings are valid (y/n)."

"Thank you Mitchell."

The rest of the meal passed by with much more pleasant conversation. Mitchell had gotten a promotion at work, they had adopted a kitten named noodle, and they had moved into a place all their own without roommates. I was truly so happy for them. I hadn't told them my news yet. I didn't really feel comfortable telling Amy in front of other press people. William and I decided to not tell anyone until the half way mark. But when it was brought up how strange it was that I wasn't drinking I knew it was the perfect time to tell them.

"There was actually a reason I wanted to see you guys tonight. I have some exciting news myself."

"Oh shit, must be important to not tell me at work."

"It is. I was hoping William would be here for it but I'm not keeping it from you guys anymore."

"For god's sake tell us!" Mitchell exclaimed with a big smile.

"I'm pregnant."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God (y/n)!" Amy yelled and came to hug me. "Can I touch?"

"Yeah of course." I lifted my sweater to show my bumb that had just started to pop.

"Oh my God look at your little bump!"

"I knoooow!"

"How far along are you?" Mitchell asked giving me a hug.

"I'll be 17 weeks in a couple days."

"That's almost half way!"

"I know Amy."

"How could you keep this a secret so long?"

"Willy wanted to wait until the halfway point. But I'm mad and sick of waiting and so excited. I know you guys aren't going to leak it either so I just had to tell you early."

"I can't believe there's a little baby in there." Amy said touching my belly again.

"I know, me neither."

"You're going to be the best mommy in the world."

"Stop you're making me cry!" I laughed wiping my eyes.

The rest of the night was spent talking all things nerdy and baby. We had a lot of fun and they even spent the night. I woke up in the early morning hours to noise on the balcony. It took one breath to realize it was Auston.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed closing the door behind me.

"Hey don't get bitchy with me, I was just told to come here. I'd much rather be in bed with Mitch."

"Then go Auston."

"I wish I could."

"Did Morgan make you come here?"

"No it was Will. Don't get it mixed up he's the one with doubts not Mo."

"I said some fucked up things to him Aus."

"Like what?"

"What like you care?"

"No I'm curious though. He was really mad. He doesn't usually lose his cool like that."

"I told him I think he's mad that I'm not having a harder time with the transition. That I haven't hurt someone yet."

"Do you believe that?"

"I absolutely do. I think everyone's kinda pissed about it except Mo."

"Well I wouldn't say pissed. Everyone is glad that you haven't hurt anyone. Yes even me don't give me that look. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that that kind of thing would absolutely destroy you. I don't want that. No one does. I'd say everyone is more in disbelief or jealous."

"That could be. I never thought of it like that."

"I know you're annoyed but it's just really not fair how easy things come to you."

"Auston things don't always come easy. It seems like it because I only do things I'm good at. I get too frustrated if I can't do something and just give up on it. I'm an anxious mess all the time. Things are hard for me every day. The reason I haven't hurt anyone is because I am so paralyzingly scared of letting everyone down and breaking someone's trust in me by hurting them. That keeps me in line more than anything. The unbearable weight of not ever wanting to let people down."

"That actually sounds pretty shitty."

"It is. And then just to have the people you're trying so hard to please and do good for not trust you even a little bit fucking sucks dude. I can handle shit. I'm going to prove it too."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I'm going to stay here."

"(Y/n) come on that's not a good idea."

"Yes it is. You guys don't think I can fucking do it. I'm going to prove it to everyone, except Morgan who believes in me, that I can stay here and take care of myself as a vampire without hurting a soul."

"Hey man, I'm not going to stop you. I just didn't think it was a good idea based on everyone being so close. As if Willy is ever going to let that happen. I personally think you can do it and should."

"Thank you."

"At least if you do it we'll know where you stand. If someone gets hurt we'll know, if they don't, we'll also know. Being in the presence of millions of people around is going to be like the best test."

"See thank you that's what I think. I'm going to stay here for a week. That's my goal."

"That's a long time."

"It really isn't."

"You're just going to stay by yourself for a week?"

"I don't care if you guys drop by or whatever, I just dont want help or constant supervision. Plus Amy's around and I'll be working. It won't be that bad."

"What about hunting?"

"Auston let me handle that."

"You shouldn't go hunting for animals yet on your own, or at all really. Get the taste of blood before possibly getting yourself sick."

"Auston I don't care. I want to do this. I want to prove to you guys I can. I want you to trust me."

"Well good luck then I guess."

"Thank you."

"I'll get out of your hair. Have fun." He was ready to jump into the alley below but he stopped. "You can always come back if it gets too hard. I know I give you a rough time but I really don't want to see you struggling."

"Thanks Aus, that means a lot." He gave me a small smile and dropped.

I could do this. I was going to prove to William and everyone else that I was strong and in control of myself and my blood urges, if you could even call them that.

#maple leafs #Toronto Maple Leafs #maple leaf imagine #hockey imagines #hockey #hockey story #hockey imagine #william nylander #william nylander x reader #mitch marner #auston matthews #kasperi kapanen #morgan rielly #vampire

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Opinions on Bridgerton Novels so far

Have read the first three Bridgerton novels- mostly for the Whistledown content, although I enjoyed both some of the romance and all the Bridgerton family antics.

That said, most of the romance is of the instantaneous attraction/love at first sight variety, with denial of feelings For Reasons, and there are a few scenes where if it was a fic, I'd tag Possessive behaviour and possibly Dark __Male character__. Nothing Too Awful, the usual I will Be her ONLY lover, You're Mine, with a little bit of Legally I Own You in the first book and I don't have to explain myself to you in the second, with some minor blackmail (what if I accused you of theft and got you placed in my custody) and pressure (be my mistress, despite the fact I can never marry you and will thus marry someone else in the future).

In my honest opinion, each book had a point where it honestly could have been better. But I'm a fanfiction author, so that's par for the course really.

For the Duke and I- the entire storyline made me uncomfortable. Simon has decided not to have children- and therefore not to marry. The fact he eventually changes his mind on both counts was discomfitting- there was never any point he wanted children before the pregnancy scare. He got on with Daphne's siblings, but he never imagined his own or regretted his choice not to have any. And the potential conception scene- was uncomfortable as hell, especially as he reacted to the violation.

Either make the choice entirely about a young man spiting his father (maybe make him younger, a contemporary of Colin's rather than Anthony's, less settled in himself and the decision purely out of spite rather than trying it in to his trauma), or have the conception be purely accidental- withdrawal decreases the chance of conception, but pregnancy is still theoretically possible. Have the fight after Daphne realises that she's expecting, gleefully informing her husband that it's a miracle- and have her be stunned by his reaction, and head to her mother's in the aftermath.

For Book Two, The Viscount who loved me- I will restrain myself on the matter of Anthony's irrational certainty, because I really liked Kate. But the compromise scene could have been him forcibly moving her away from the bee, a scuffle of some kind, her dog Newton's fault- not 'the bubbies'. That was just super awkward.

Finally, An Offer from a Gentleman, a regency Cinderella with a touch more scandal- in theory, the two year separation was unnecessary. Why couldn't it have been resolved sooner? Why couldn't Posy or the housekeeper have given Sophie some money to leave? I know, drama.

My one serious complaint? Considering how much of Sophie's storyline involved her mixed feelings on her parents, couldn't there have been a more significant dowry- something the countess couldn't access without the permission of both the current Earl and the lawyer- personal belongings of her grandmother? A letter from her father, saying he was glad his bloodline would continue even if his name didn't? He seemed that kind of guy.

Actually, two serious complaints. Why didn't Benedict's art play a more significant part? He could have had his realisation about Sophie's identity while sketching her! The Wentworth's were possibly a cameo from another series, but they weren't essential to the story.

For the books as a whole- small intimate weddings(rushed to avoid scandal) seem to becoming the norm for the Bridgerton family. I'm kind of hoping there's a grand wedding in the fourth, or an outright elopement at some point in the series.

Finally, I love how Whistledown opens each chapter, even if she doesn't have any relevant gossip. That is rarely the case, I admit, but the one that comes to mind is Chapter 17 of An Offer from a Gentleman.

This Author has it on the finest authority that two days ago, whilst taking tea at Gunter’s, Lady Penwood was hit on the side of her head with a flying biscuit. This Author is unable to determine who threw the biscuit, but all suspicions point to the establishment’s youngest patrons, Miss Felicity Featherington and Miss Hyacinth Bridgerton.

LADY WHISTLEDOWN’S SOCIETY PAPERS, 21 MAY 1817

Possibly the funniest in the entire series- so far. She didn't feel so much like a character in the first book so much as an afterthought, but that might be my background reading speaking- I read an article where Julia Quinn admitted she hadn't decided on Whistledown's identity until the first book was mostly finished. In the next two, she feels like a much more solid prescence- I'm sorry I spoiled myself about her identity, because I'd love to know if I could have solved the mystery.

Probably not though- I've never been that kind of reader.

#Bridgerton #the duke and i #the viscount who loved me #an offer from a gentleman #lady whistledown

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olicitytropes · 5 years

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Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Felicity Smoak

The show might be about Oliver’s journey, but we wouldn’t have Arrow without Felicity. We laughed with her, we cried with her, we grew with her, and we swooned over Oliver with her. Surely, she’s one of the most relatable and popular characters on TV. But for many of us, she became a friend.

This one’s for the hacker, the badass, the love of Oliver Queen’s life. Here’s to the ICONIC Felicity Megan Smoak!

@blondeeoneexox’s recs:

Green Arrow Exposed - @allimariexf

The Oliver Queen publicity tour gets an unscripted guest appearance.

**Award: Most Badass, Standing By Her Man Felicity**

Felicity’s Party Raver Hangover Supreme Cure - @felicityollies

The story of how Felicity got her industrial piercing as told by Felicity to her very curious husband.

**Award: Most Carefree Felicity That I Wish We Would Have Gotten More Of In The Show**

Mother’s Day - @felicityollies

Felicity’s first Mother’s Day with William.

**Award: Sweetest, Most Honestly Beautiful William/Felicity Scene That Needs To Be An Additional Scene**

Hotel Vegas - @it-was-a-red-heeler

Heartbreak sends Felicity home to her mother for a vacation that just might change her life forever.

**Award: Most Amazing Use of Felicity Being The Strong Woman She Is!**

@allimariexf’s recs:

Jade - LoudVoice

When a mission requires it, Felicity offers to infiltrate a strip club as a dancer. Oliver and Diggle are hesitant. What they don't know is that Felicity has been taking pole-dancing classes for years.

**Award: Best “Felicity Smoak is a woman of many hidden talents” story**

maybe all this is the party (maybe we just do it violently) - unicornstore

The collar could have exploded. If the night had gone any differently, she would be a mangled corpse in a body bag. She wouldn’t have been the first on Nelson’s kill list, hardly anything more than someone else who got in his way. / a tag for 1.15 (dodger). oliver drives felicity home and she comes to terms with some of the events of the night.

**Award: Best “Felicity Smoak was a hero from the beginning” and other things that cannot be captured in a single phrase so just read it NOW! story**

ain't it fun - magneticwave

Working for Oliver Queen can be mostly summed up as a series of lessons for Felicity on how to keep her cool in situations she is completely unequipped to handle. Thanks for nothing, MIT.

Or, Felicity’s first year on Team Arrow.

**Award: Best Year-in-the-Life on Team Arrow from Felicity’s POV (Year 1) aka another amazing Felicity story that defies description!!**

ghosts and echoes of you (everywhere we go) - @alexiablackbriar13

Everywhere she turned, she could see Oliver. His reflection, his ghost - his memory. It was painful. It was suffocating. Mia was the only reason she didn’t break down most days.

**Award: Most Devastating Single-Mom Felicity story**

@memcjo’s recs:

Uptown Girl - @hope-for-olicity

Felicity Smoak is not your average debutante, but going to the Debutante Ball turns out to be one of the most important decisions of her life. The story of an uptown girl meeting a downtown boy - who happens to be in a rock band.

**Award: Best Use of Felicity and Oliver Taking Control of Their Lives and Living Happily Ever After!**

We Build Then We Break - @smoaking-greenarrow

The aftermath of the limo shooting; one month later, Felicity has to decide if she is going to let what happened change her. Oliver and Curtis both help her realize the kind of person that she is.

**Award: Best Use of Swoon Worthy Oliver Queen Being There for the Love of His Life**

The Butler Did It - @quiveringbunny

Felicity Smoak is trying to be the best CEO she can, but it can be a struggle to establish her role with outsiders. So, attending an out of town conference looks to be a real challenge without a bit of help and encouragement from the man who loves her.

**Award: Best Use of Sexy Olicity Having Fun, Smutty Smut**

Times Like These - anthfan

A man from Felicity's past she never thought she'd see again suddenly appears in Starling City, bringing with him memories she'd rather keep forgotten, and a new threat.

**Award: Best Use of Scary, Edge of Your Seat Olicity Storytelling**

gray henley’s and fluffy purple socks - @alexiablackbriar13

Felicity and Oliver have taken to sharing their clothes recently since discovering she’s pregnant.

Well - it’s not really sharing. It’s very one-sided and originating from Felicity, and it’s more stealing than anything else.

**Award: Cutest, Sweetest, Most Adorable Felicity Story**

Long Way Down - Abbie

Scant weeks after the takedown of Slade Wilson, Felicity is abducted from her bed in the middle of the night. She comes to in a stark white cell to be faced with the inexplicably alive Tommy Merlyn, but breathing isn’t the only thing he’s doing that he shouldn’t be.

**Award: BEST~ HOLY SHIT~THIS FIC IS SOOO INTENSE AWARD**

@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:

Open Heart and Lithe Tongue (Speak and We Are Undone) - RosieTwiggs

In all of Felicity's experience, among all of her partners, not one had ever gone down on her, even those times when she’d worked up the courage to outright ask.

**Award: Sexiest ‘Oliver Giving Felicity What She Wants’ Award**

DONE. - @imusuallyobsessed

Felicity only said yes to ARGUS protection because she thought it would keep William safe. But Diaz found them anyway. Now? The only one who can protect William is her. She's done playing games.

**Award: Best Fed-Up Felicity**

Will You Remember Me - @jesileighs, @latinasmoak

After being attacked by a metahuman with the power to steal memories, Felicity learns that a lot can happen in six years. Even things that she once believed to be unthinkable.

**Award: The Amnesia Trope To End All Amnesia Tropes**

Burning Soufflés - @allimariexf

Felicity really needs to have a talk with Oliver. Which they will really, definitely do just as soon as she stops being kidnapped.

**Award: The ‘This Pregnancy Reveal is Now My Canon Pregnancy Reveal’ Award**

@tangled23works’ recs:

Is it Fair, or is it Fate? - @smoaking-greenarrow

We are the best parts of each other.

She’d said it and she’d meant it, which unfortunately meant that she’d just lost the best part of herself.

**Award: Most Hopeful And Determined Felicity**

Begin Again - jennfics

Felicity has a coffee date, potentially, and Iris West Allen is the best friend a girl could have. A coffee shop meet/cute in the making.

**Award: The Funniest And Cutest Nervous!Felicity Fic**

While You Were Sleeping - Loulou26

Felicity Smoak, an IT expert at Queen Consolidated, has a little bit of a crush on her boss, Tommy Merlyn. The problem? He doesn't know she exists. After she saves his life, Felicity is mistaken for his fiancee as he lies in a coma. Suddenly thrown into the welcoming arms of the man's family - The Queens, Felicity soon finds herself falling in love with his brother, Oliver. But when Tommy awakens, Felicity also finds herself in the worst predicament of her life.

**Award: Best Adorable, Awkward And Funny Felicity Stealing Oliver’s Heart**

Mind on Fire - Nerdy_Xicana

An accidental discovery leads Felicity Smoak to come face to face with Yao Fei Gulong. Deciding to take a chance on a man who proves with one conversation he can be trusted she signs on to work with Sagittarius International. A private security company that did so much more than act like hired mercenaries. She would soon come to find out they had a very real purpose that they kept very well hidden.

After 4 years of working to leave her past behind her, Felicity finds herself surrounded by people who show her what she can no longer avoid- human interaction. One person in particular is the handsome Oliver Queen.

Oliver has spent the last year and a half avoiding romantic entanglements. Choosing to focus on his work and their missions, the last thing he expected was developing feelings for the beautiful analyst that fell into his hands.

Her mission is clear, but it soon becomes convoluted when she finally admits to feeling something for the brooding blue-eyed mercenary. He needs to keep her at arm's length, but everything in him pulls her closer. Can they come together, when everything is trying to pull them apart?

**Award: Most Badass, Strong And Sexy Felicity Smoak AU**

@it-was-a-red-heeler’s recs:

Right Girl - @smoaking-greenarrow

Felicity meets Oliver after she transfers to Starling Academy, a high school she never wanted to step foot in.

** Award: Best Teenage Oliver Queen Being a Badass For the Woman He Loves**

Asclepius - CharlotteCordelier

**Award: (And I mean this in all seriousness) “This Should’ve Been The Show”**

@msbeccieboo’s recs:

BREAK - BookofLife

Felicity shut down the second earthquake machine (because of course she left the Foundry to do it because wasting time leading an old fashioned detective through a series of complicated do-hickeys was Oliver's ridiculous idea, not hers), but being alone in the Glades at night, during a catastrophe, wasn't the safest thing to have happen.

Sometimes you suffer for doing the right thing.

**Award: Best Felicity-Ignores-Oliver-And-Goes-Off-To-Be-A-Hero-Anyway Moment**

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CaptainCanary fic: With Eyes Wide Open (ch. 1 of ?)

In a world where Rip Hunter never formed the Legends, Leonard Snart is trying to mend his ways and work with Team Flash, though sometimes it's easier than others. Meanwhile, Sara Lance is gradually dealing with the blood lust left behind by the Pit and trying to get used to being a hero again herself. When they encounter each other one day in Central City, it seems like a match that just might be meant to be.

But nothing with these two is ever easy.

This is going to be an accidental pregnancy fic, one in which both contributors to said pregnancy decide to continue their relationship and do their best with it. If you don't like such things, be warned.

I don't usually write this trope, but an idea grabbed me. Hope you enjoy. And happy birthday to Tavyn and crazygirlne! (And many thanks to Pir8grl!)

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

Leonard Snart doesn’t really want to be here.

Sure, he’d been kinda working with the Flash and the other heroes for a few years now. He’d done that of his own free will, even, driven by the need for something new, for a challenge, for yet another way to prove that he wasn’t (and would never be) his father. And while the CCPD (and some of the more general populace) still weren’t sure what to make of the change in Captain Cold, he was generally accepted as being more or less on the side of the angels these days.

(Of course, he kept his hand in. Wouldn’t do to let the old skills slide. But as long as Team Flash and the CCPD don't know, no harm done. Right?)

Still, even though he’d been one of those who’d helped quash this newest threat to the city—a tech-talented meta who’d gone the giant-robots-for-world-domination route—this celebration at STAR Labs is a little...squeaky clean for him. Boring, even. Heroes from a couple of different cities earnestly rehashing the fight, comparing notes and costumes and tech, exclaiming as they run across old friends. (They all seem to know each other. It’s a little creepy.)

Someone had acquired beer and pizza—they’d probably even paid for it, given this lot—and Ramon’s put on some music. Nothing to Len’s taste, of course, just modern crap with an awful lot of bass and no intelligible words. It’s become a real party, with a few people dancing (if you can call it that) and a great deal of laughter.

Ugh.

Leonard himself is slouching in a chair off to the side of the cortex, watching them all from hooded eyes, abandoned beer at his side. He kind of wishes that Mick was here, just to have someone to help him mock the whole thing—but he and Mick are on the outs again, over the fact that Leonard’s still hanging on to this “weird hero gig” (in Mick’s words) and hasn’t given up and gone back to a life of crime.

It’s not going to happen—at least, Leonard’s pretty sure it’s not. But Mick won’t accept that. (It’d hurt, if Leonard allowed himself to actually think about it. He doesn’t. Much.)

He’s not sure why he hasn’t left this stupid party. Maybe because Lisa’s still here, teasing Ramon out on the “dance floor,” and he wants to keep an eye on that. Maybe because it’s entertaining, at least, to be the one to puncture Allen’s high spirits over a fight that’d gone so well.

Maybe because he’s a little bored lately, looking for a new challenge and occupation, and at least this keeps him from backsliding. Maybe he’s...actually a little lonely.

Maybe it’s partly her.

He’s never seen her here before, the blonde in white who seems as alone as he is, just on the other side of the room. She’s just a little on the short side, lean muscle and long, golden hair and fierce blue eyes, and she’s fought like he’d never seen before. No powers short of being an utter badass, as far as he can tell, but that just makes her more interesting.

She’d been assigned with both him and that Atom nitwit to the city’s South Side, and he hadn’t caught her name. Some sort of a bird-themed hero moniker? He doesn’t recall, mostly because the incredible shrinking schmuck hadn’t shut up enough to let either of them get a word in edgewise. But once they’d been on site and the fighting started, she hadn’t needed words.

Her actions did plenty of talking.

Leonard gives his head a shake, chasing away the recollection of poetry and mayhem in motion, and stood, stretching and glancing across the room again. She also looks like she’d almost rather be anywhere else, and he’s not too sure why she hasn’t left yet.

Maybe the same reason he hasn’t.

Which is to say, maybe neither of them is really sure.

He should probably leave. Insult Allen one last time, scare Ramon, say goodbye to Lisa, and get outta Dodge.

But he doesn’t. In fact…

“I don’t recommend that stuff. Don’t know who bought it, but I’d suggest waterboarding them with the crap.”

The blonde looks up from her perusal of the beer as Leonard strolls toward her. She lifts an eyebrow, but he also sees her lips twitch just a little, and she puts the unopened bottle back down in its nest of ice.

“Suspected as much,” she says smoothly, folding her arms and considering him. “Thanks for the warning.”

“Least I could do.” Leonard parks his hip against the desk beside her, pauses, then inclines his head. “Didn’t catch your name earlier. Our ‘teammate’ was talking too much.”

“He’s prone to that.” Her lips twitch again, but she nods, considering him. “Sara Lance. White Canary.” She glances away, across the room, toward said “teammate.” “From Star City, like Ray. When Barry called for help, there was a lot going on. I...my sister asked me to come.”

Sister...he’s heard of Laurel Lance, even met her once. He hadn’t realized there was another Canary. “And was it all you’d dreamed?”

That gets a low laugh, one that sounds sincere. (He feels vaguely victorious.) Sara glances around, then shrugs, looking back at him. “Well, it was nice to get to hit things for a while. I’m not really sure I fit in with this gang though. They’re just so...so...”

“Shiny? Annoying? Heroic?”

“Hmmm. All of the above?” Sara studies him. “I know you’re Captain Cold,” she admits finally, “but I didn’t catch your name either.”

Leonard bites back a surge of dismay that she hasn’t heard of him. He’d thought his heel-face turn had made enough news, both publicly and in the circles these people moved in, that he was quite recognizable, in more ways than one. Still…

“Leonard. Leonard Snart,” he says smoothly. “Nice to meet you, Sara.”

That gets an actual smile. “I have heard of you,” she admits, “but I wanted to be sure.” A pause. “I’ve been…out of town, out of touch, a lot, of the past few years.”

It’s mentioned in a way that’s curiously both apologetic and oddly confrontational, and Leonard cocks his head at her, wondering. “OK,” he drawls. “Well. I’m me.” He holds his hands out to either side and smirks at her. “Central City’s most wanted.”

Sara gives him a wry look at the innuendo in his tone. “I thought you reformed.”

Her tone is teasing. Leonard lets his smile grow. “Well,” he returns, folding his arms. “I did. Sort of.” He pauses. “As far as any of the heroes know, anyway.”

“Well, you’re telling me.” Her tone is dry.

“Are you a hero? You said you didn’t think you quite fit in this lot.”

He regrets the flippant words nearly immediately, though, because a shadow crosses Sara’s face—although she seems to try to force it away nearly immediately. She shrugs, glancing away and toward the others, then back at him.

“Maybe not,” she says quietly. “But I’m trying.”

Sympathy is unexpected. But there it is, and Leonard finds that he doesn’t want to fight it.

“Yeah,” he admits, even more quietly. “Me too.”

And then, after another moment of quiet in which the two of them regard each other, he abruptly, uncharacteristically, takes a chance. “Wanna get out of here?”

Sara lifts her eyebrows at him. “And…what?”

It’d been so much a whim that he’s not sure, but he’ll be damned if he lets on. “Some decent bars around here. Bars that aren’t so…stuffy. Cheap beer that’s better than this shit. High chance of punching.”

He’s right. Her eyes brighten. “Yes. Please.”

Sara lurks in the corners, watching as this Leonard Snart bids a laughing young woman…well, a woman about her own age…farewell, glaring at Cisco Ramon in the process, then fades away into the crowd. She shakes her head, amused, then heads for one of the exits herself.

She can’t help smiling about it, though. This Snart—god, that name—has managed to intrigue her more than she’d ever expected. He’s hot, that helps…those eyes, that lean, muscular build--but Sara hasn’t really thought much about that sort of thing since the Pit. It’s a surprise that the knowledge keeps nagging at her, stirring her awareness and attention.

And to be honest, the sheer degree of understanding in his expression was even more of a draw. He just seemed to get how she was feeling, an assassin—former assassin--there in the midst of all those heroes. Given his own origins, Sara can understand that, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate the understanding all the more.

Briefly, she wonders if Snart knows who she is, beyond her name and maybe her connection to Laurel. Likely not. Since she’d arrived in Central City, it’s become apparent that although Barry and co. know the basics of what had happened to her with the Pit, the Laurel and the others in Star City had stayed quite close-mouthed about any details.

And Snart, while seemingly accepted and welcomed into the group here, seems to linger on the outside enough that he probably doesn’t know even that.

Sara pauses outside the building, listening carefully, then turns at the faintest of sounds, watching as Leonard strolls out of the twilight toward her. He moves quietly—though more, she thinks, by habit than any desire to surprise her—and she sees the appreciation in his eyes as he realizes just how quickly she’d marked him.

By all her instincts, it’s mingled with other appreciation too—she hadn’t missed him watching her across the room earlier or the smooth and thorough once-over as he’d introduced himself. But her instincts are telling her something else, too, and given how long it’s been since she’s felt this growing ripple of attraction for someone, it’s something she wants to be clear on.

“So,” she asks him innocently as Leonard starts sauntering away from the building and she falls into step besides him. “How’s the gay scene in Central? I haven’t been out here much.”

Those blue eyes flicker her way, and Sara sees a smile touch his mouth. But he doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t seem surprised.

“Not bad. I’m told,” he says in that sexy drawl. “It’s not really my style. I tend to keep to myself.” He pauses. “Excellent gaydar, though. I’m pan, if you’re looking for a label.”

Ah ha. Sara nods, accepting both the tacit confirmation that he could very well be attracted to her and the suggestion that he’s not usually one to just...hook up randomly. She finds she’s rather pleased at both.

“And you?” The tone is curious and cordial. They’re both testing the waters here.

“Ah.” She glances his way. “Bi.”

That doesn’t make his gaze so much as flicker. Instead, he just nods, and they walk on.

Was that question the gentle bit of fishing for information that he thinks it was, instead of an actual query about the scene? He’s pretty sure it was.

Or was she just suggesting she’d rather go somewhere like that, the queer bars down on Morse Street? But then why would she just drop it instead of asking? Although he had said it wasn’t really his style...

There are reasons he doesn’t really do the dating thing, Leonard thinks grumpily. He’s not used to second-guessing himself like this. He’s not used to caring enough to second-guess himself.

Why does he?

But Sara’s speaking again, as they walk, and he listens.

“So,” she says, "I get the impression you wanted out of there as much as I did. Why’d you even hang around? After the fighting was over, of course. You live in Central; presumably you have a place to go.”

“Mmmm.” He turns left at an intersection, crosses the street with Sara pacing him, still considering his words. “Good question. My sister was there...”

“Golden Glider.”

“Mmhmm. And that meant I was...obliged...to put the fear of me into Ramon.” He smirks at her as she rolls her eyes. “What?”

“The ‘protect the baby sister’ act? Really?” She flashes a grin at him. “Would you do it if it was a girl she was flirting with?”

“Would. And have.” He points at her. “Don’t get any ideas.”

Sara chuckles. Leonard finds he really likes the sound. Enough that he wants to get her to do it again.

What the hell is happening to him?

But there’s no more time for confessions at the moment, though, because they’ve arrived at the very dive bar he’d had in mind. It’s not Saints & Sinners—people know him there, and he finds he doesn’t really want to be known right now—and frankly he’s not even sure it has a formal name. But there’s neon in the dark windows, a whiff of cigarette smoke about the place although Central has banned smoking in restaurants for years, and a scarred, heavy door with a handle polished smooth by years of hands. So many of the harbingers of a “good” local dive.

Sara hums in appreciation, looking at it. She reaches out and pulls open that heavy door, and they move inside.

The bar looks, Leonard thinks, rather like a throwback to the ‘70s. There’s a jukebox in the corner, faded posters on the walls, and more of the scarred, heavy wood like that of the door…the tables, the bar, the support beams. There’s even a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. And, of course, there are the incurious eyes of a dozen or more biker-ish types, all denim and bandanas for the men and short-shorts and crop tops for the women.

And here’s Sara in her white leather and him in his black, sauntering in like ying and yang, and oh hell, this is going to be trouble.

He finds he welcomes it.

Beers are acquired—not so much better than that crap at STAR Labs, but that doesn’t seem to matter anymore—and Sara takes a sip of hers, giving Leonard a thorough once-over of her own as someone messes with the jukebox behind them, starting up a song that seems vaguely familiar.

“You want to dance, Leonard?” she asks then, gaze challenging.

Don’t mess around…

“You go right ahead,” he tells her. “I’ll watch.”

There’s a gleam in her eyes, and she hands him her beer. “Suit yourself.”

And she walks out, into an empty space that could barely be called a dance floor, and starts to move.

Hell.

Ain’t gonna set you free now…

Leonard keeps the smirk on his lips and his eyes on her steadily, doing his best not to let on to the intensity of his reaction. It’s inexplicable, really. He barely knows her, and he tends to need to know someone before being truly attracted.

But both body and mind and…he won’t admit to heart being a part of this…are. They’re attracted. Very much so.

Then the inevitable happens. The burly man who accosts Sara clearly isn’t politely offering a drink—and her response, glancing toward the dark-haired woman he’d left at the bar, is just as clear. And—just as inevitably—he grabs her.

Crack.

The man yells. Several of his buddies converge on them. And Sara glances over her shoulder at Leonard.

“I got this,” she assures him.

Of course she does.

When those girls start hanging around

Talking me down…

Watching her fight is even better than watching her dance. Leonard tries not to be obvious about swallowing, working some moisture into his dry throat.

He almost glances over his shoulder involuntarily, to give Mick that “are you seeing this?” look. But Mick isn’t there; Mick doesn’t understand why he’s doing what he’s doing these days, doesn’t want to understand why Leonard wants to change, and that hurts—it always hurts—but maybe it hurts a tiny bit less, because—he suddenly thinks, with the shock of realization--Sara does.

She gets it.

Hear with your heart and you won't hear a sound…

She’s amazing, but either the first idiot had a lot of friends or there are simply a lot of people up for a barfight tonight. No sooner has Sara swept the floors with the first lot than more are converging.

She glances at Leonard again. “Now I could stand for a little help.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice.

'Cause I really love you

Stop, I'll be thinking of you

Look in my heart and let

Love keep us together…

“Dad?”

Joe West looks around as he shrugs his coat on, smiling at his daughter. However, that smile quickly runs away as he digests the concern on Iris’ face. “What’s wrong?” “Oh....” Iris shrugs, but the concern is still there. “Nothing, probably. Have you seen Sara?”

“Sara Lance?” Joe glances around involuntarily, but the blond woman, of course, isn’t in sight. The celebration has started breaking up a little, but most of the assorted hero types in Central City to help Team Flash with…what had Cisco named that guy? He forgets…are still there.

“Not in a while.” He studies her. “You worried about something?”

“She was really quiet. And you know, she’d been gone for so long…” Iris bites her lip, then shakes her head. “I’m sure it’s fine. She probably just went for a walk.”

“Who’s she staying with?” One of the drawbacks to getting so much help was then trying to find couches for everyone to crash on.

“Caitlin. Who also hasn’t seen her in a while. And Sara doesn’t have a key to her place.”

“Hmm.” Joe sighs. “I’ll keep an eye out. But she probably just needed some air…or decided she wanted to go get some rest.” He winks at his daughter. “I don’t think the lack of a key would stop Sara.”

Iris smiles reluctantly. “True.” She hugs him. “ ’Night, Dad. Say hi to Cecile.”

“Of course I will.”

His daughter turns away, moving back to where Barry, Ray Palmer, Professor Stein and Jax are good-naturedly debating something, and Joe sighs, giving the rest of the room one last scan. And then another, because his mention of breaking-and-entering has called another “hero” to mind.

He’s still not completely convinced that Leonard Snart has changed his spots, though the man was certainly helpful enough today—and has been for a while now, honestly. Barry’s tendency to see the best in everyone is source both of amusement and occasional consternation, but maybe (Joe admits) he had it right this time.

Maybe.

The former criminal had probably ghosted out the door earlier with some of the better booze Joe knows perfectly well that Wells has tucked away. That’s not Joe’s hill to die on.

He’s no sooner out of the door from STAR Labs, though, when his phone—his work phone—rings. With a sign, he answers, getting into his car and leaning back against the seat.

“What now,” he says, closing his eyes. “After everything…”

Then he listens.

“Yeah, I’m near there. I’ll stop. But…OK, OK. Just a few minutes.”

It’s a dive bar not so far from STAR Labs, really. Joe’s not sure it even has a name that hasn’t been lost to time. He sees the flashing lights—a few patrol cars, an ambulance—and finds a parking spot, then leaves his car and walks toward the scene, wondering again why the lieutenant had called him.

He finds out soon enough.

“Hi, Joe!” Sara Lance says, sounding much too chipper, a smile on her face as she leans against the brick wall of the abandoned house next to the bar. She’s still in her White Canary outfit, which is presumably how the lieutenant had identified her. Joe stops in his tracks and stares at her, then allows his gaze to drift slowly sideways to the smirking visage of Leonard Snart, who inclines his head slowly toward the detective.

Joe takes a deep breath. Thanks his lucky stars that at least the lieutenant had called him rather than simply arresting two people hailed as heroes earlier in the day in the city. And then fixes his gaze on Sara and decides to ignore Snart for the time being.

“What,” he says carefully, “did you do?”

Sara’s chin goes up. “Just wanted a drink. And someone wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Joe takes his hat off and runs a hand over his face. “You sent…eight? Nine?...people to the hospital with mild to moderate injuries. And there are more who wouldn’t go.”

“Yes?” Sara’s tone is a mix of obdurate and innocent and oddly pleased with herself. It’s a strange combo. “It was all self-defense.”

“Of course it was.” Joe shakes his head, then looks at Snart. “And you,” he says with a sigh. “You get your record clean and this is what you do with it?

Snart’s smirk grows. “Didn’t do anything,” he drawls. “Just helped the lady here take out some trash.”

There’s an interesting note in his voice. Is he...

Joe glances back and forth between the two briefly. Oh, hell. If this isn’t trouble in the making, he’s not sure what is.

But he’ll be damned if he’s going to give Leonard-friggin-Snart a lecture on hooking up with a cop’s daughter—or Sara Lance a lecture about doing the same with a “reformed” crook.

Joe draws in a long breath again, then lets it out and jerks his thumb away from the scene. “Get outta here.”

The pair look at each other, then back at him, faces unreadable.

“Seriously. I’m not explaining this to your father,” he says to Sara. “And I’m not explaining to the press why you got locked up for…self-defense…just hours after helping save the city.” He glances at Snart. “And, oddly enough, the bar owner doesn’t want to press any charges.”

“Imagine that,” Snart drawls, inspecting his nails.

“Right. Imagine. Now, get outta here. And Sara, text Iris. She’s worried about you.”

Sara: Hi. Im fine! Don’t worry.

Sara: Joe told me to tell u.

Iris: OMG you just vanished! Where RU?

Sara: Out. Having fun. Don’t wait up

Iris: Alone?

Sara: Nope. 😊

Iris: Sara Lance…

Iris: Did U hook up????

Iris: With someone from here????

Sara turns the sound off on her phone and tucks it away again, grinning to herself. She turns to Leonard, who’s been watching her without comment, and lifts an inquiring eyebrow, a clear “What’s next?”

His lips twitch. They’d moved off into the shadows after Joe had turned away, but neither of them had, quite clearly, wanted to go back to STAR Labs. Sara had obliged the detective’s request, but now she’s watching Leonard with another gleam in her eye and a challenge in her expression.

Leonard doesn’t, quite frankly, want another bar brawl, no matter how much fun it would be. (He’d slipped the bar owner enough cash to keep his mouth shut, but he doesn’t particularly want to do that again either.)

But there’s something both a little wild and a little longing about the woman with him; Leonard doesn’t know quite what it is, but he’s not going to let her down now. So he leans a little closer and says, “Wanna see the Central City Museum?”

It’s not what Sara expects. She considers him momentarily until a smile suddenly lights up her face, the gleam in her eyes brightening. “After hours, I take it?”

“In a…manner of speaking.”

“Isn’t that across the city?”

She’s right. It’d be quite a hike, and Leonard had left his motorcycle back at STAR Labs. Still, he smirks at her. “Wasn’t that guy whose nose you broke wearing a Nickel City Swords hat? The one who went to the hospital to get a possible concussion checked out?” That hadn’t, as a matter of fact, been his or Sara’s fault. The guy’s buddy had intended to break a chair over Leonard’s head and…missed.

“Yeeesss?”

He takes a step toward the street. “What would the odds be?”

Sara looks…and grins at the sight of a Nickel City Swords bumper sticker on the small red car there. “And he’s not going to be looking for it right away, if I know the emergency rooms this time of night.”

“Indeed.” Leonard stretches his fingers. “I can…”

“No need.” Sara’s already moving toward the car. “I got this, too.”

Leonard’s impressed. Obviously impressed, although he doesn’t say a word and lets Sara go to work on the car without more than a raised eyebrow and look of appreciation. And she likes that, she finds, likes his assumption of competence without even question. Instead, he stands guard, watching her back, and only takes the driver’s seat when she asks him to, after the engine roars (well, sputters) to life a few minutes later.

It’s…alluring.

She’d had no more than a sip of weak beer, Sara thinks, looking out the window of the “borrowed” car as the city slips back around them, but she feels a bit drunk. Giddy. Part of it’s because the bloodlust hadn’t taken over in the barfight, and she thoroughly pleased and relieved by this. Part of that is because she’s with a handsome man who seems quite impressed by her skill set and doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about her past.

Of course…he doesn’t really know about all of it.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

Lovely timing. Sara turns her head at Leonard’s low murmur, studying his profile. And then she takes a leap.

“League of Assassins,” she tells him baldly, counting on the likelihood that a former career criminal will know of what she speaks. “Kind of a long story how I got there, but I was with them for years. Not anymore, though.”

The league doesn’t—generally—let its people go, and he’s likely to know that, too.

There’s a moment of considering silence. Sara, watching, sees Leonard lift his eyebrows. He doesn’t seem concerned, though, and there’s no moment of disbelief or revulsion—both of which she’s seen far too often in people who are supposed to be on her side.

A drawled “impressive” is the only comment.

Sara smiles.

Oh, Leonard’s impressed all right. Impressed, and curious, and more than a little turned on.

OK, well, he’d been that already, but he’s always found competence sexy, and danger nearly as much. Sara is very distinctly both competent and dangerous, and combined with her obvious intelligence and other attributes, it’s all one very gorgeous package.

Down, boy.

No wonder she seems to get him, the crook who’s trying to find his place amidst heroes, if she’s an assassin who’s trying to do that same. And he hadn’t missed the look on her face when he had simply accepted her words without judgment or distaste.

He gets it.

He parks about a block away, and they leave the car, Leonard leading the way toward the museum—not the front entrance, of course, but one of the little-used side entrances for employees. He hadn’t really been prepared to do a little breaking-and-entering tonight, but…

Oh, who is he kidding? He’s always prepared.

They find a place nearby to watch unseen, and Leonard waits until he sees a security guard appear in the small pool of light by the door. The woman pauses, glancing around, then radios in to report the all-clear to the main security office. Leonard knows how it works. He makes…made it his business to know how it all works.

Then she continues on her route, going around the corner, and Leonard moves, Sara right on his heels. He pauses behind a pillar as the overhead camera sweeps by, then moves again as it turns slowly in the other direction, pulling out his lockpicks.

He has a minute. He only needs…let’s see, 42 seconds. And then they’re in, the door closed securely behind them.

Sara lets out a breathless, near-silent laugh—but she gives him an inquiring look before saying anything. Leonard nods, and she laughs a little louder, shaking her head.

“That was amazing,” she tells him, glee in her voice. “We’re OK in here?”

“Yep. They don’t have cameras on most of the areas inside. And indoor security guards only during the day. Gotta love budget cuts.” He glances at her, then decides it doesn’t make sense to ignore what she’d told him not long ago. “Picking the lock, you mean? I’d think maybe that’d have been something you learned in your…previous line of work.”

Sara’s lips curve in an expression that’s not quite a smile.

“Not really,” she demurs, looking around the entryway. “We generally went…other routes.” Her eyes are serious again as she looks at him. “I like your way better.”

Ah. But Leonard leaves the implication alone. Instead, he just holds an arm out with a slight flourish, inviting her into the museum at large. “Now. What would you like to see?”

Iris is studying her phone as she walks down the corridor in STAR Labs. She really would have rather been home by now—it’s been a long day—but the puzzle of Sara’s whereabouts is still nagging at her, especially since she thinks she has all those who’d been at the lab earlier accounted for. She glances up briefly as she emerges into the Cortex, registering that Barry is standing there waiting for her, but glances back down nearly immediately, sending one more annoyed text before putting the device away.

“I don’t get it,” she sighs, looking up at her husband. “She’s still ignor…”

The look on Barry’s face makes her stop. “What? Is everything OK? Barry…”

He holds out a hand hastily, though, reassuring her although that dubious expression is still there. “It’s OK. I think. Just…” Barry lets out a long breath. “Um. Well. Snart’s motorcycle is still parked outside. And no one’s seem him in hours. He was here, with everyone else. And then…he wasn’t.”

Iris stares at him, absorbing that. “You think that…”

“Erm.” He shrugs, giving her that kind of sheepish grin she usually likes so much. “Well…I suppose if you think about it…I could see them hitting it off…”

Iris frowns at him, just digesting this. “I always…I guess I thought Snart, well, liked guys.”

Barry blinks at her. “No? I…why would you think that?”

His voice is honestly perplexed. Iris stares at him a moment longer, then closes her eyes. After a long minute, she opens them again. Her beloved, sweet, clueless husband—whom Snart flirts with madly whenever possible—is still looking baffled.

“Never mind,” she sighs. “Well…I guess Sara didn’t say she was hooking up. I just got that impression.” She thinks a moment. “Although, Sara likes girls too, so maybe he’s similar. Makes sense.” A reluctant smile crosses her face. “He’s pretty flirty with almost everyone, actually. And he is kinda hot.”

Now Barry looks vaguely appalled. “Snart? Really?”

Dear, sweet baby. “Really.” Iris pauses. “You text him. Ask if Sara’s with him. I just want to be sure she’s OK.”

Barry shakes his head again, but he pulls out his phone.

Barry: Is Sara w/U???????

Barry: C’mon, Iris is worried

Barry: Snart…

Leonard: Yes.

Barry: good

Barry: U guys ok?

Barry: Snart?

Leonard: Fine.

Barry: good

Barry: what u doing?

Barry: If u don’t mind saying.

Barry: Iris thinks your hooking up. hahaha

Barry: Snart?

Leonard shakes his head, turning his phone off entirely and putting it back in his pocket before glancing at Sara.

The blond woman is standing just a few feet away, studying a painting intently. Leonard’s no kind of fan of modern art, but the colors of this piece are appealing, and Sara certainly seems to be intrigued. After just a minute, though, she turns, grinning at him, and he smiles back.

“I think we’ve seen most of the largest exhibits now,” Leonard says quietly. “Except for the jewelry exhibit.” His smile grows a little. “They did put a camera in there.”

“And why do I think you had something to do with that?”

“No idea.”

Sara laughs at the innocence in his tone. “Yeah? Like sparkly things, do you?”

“I like beautiful things.”

They hold glances for long enough that it feels distinctly warm when they both look away. Leonard clears his throat. “Is there anything else you’d like to see?”

Sara’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t take the (mostly unintended) bait. “We can head out.”

Getting out of the museum is much like getting in, except that no lock-picking is necessary. The two stroll away as if they’ve never thought of such a thing, and Sara keeps a straight face until a block away, when she busts out in giggles.

“Ahhh,” she says, spinning in place. “That was fun. Thank you.”

“Always nice to show off the skills,” Leonard acknowledges. He glances around. “Hm. Want to get a drink now? Without a barfight.”

Sara nods, but gives him a curious look. “Where? I’m presuming we’re leaving the car where it is.”

“I know a place nearby.” It’s on the way back to his apartment, too, but he’s not going to presume.

“Lead on.”

It’s late enough that Saints & Sinners isn’t full, but there are people there. Still, Leonard—despite his…newer occupation—is known, and people don’t fuck with him. Especially since his times on the hero gig tend to be helping the Flash and co. in dealing with metas and bigger problems, not the smaller-time crooks that often congregate here.

They find a booth, and Leonard, after a quiet query, makes his way to the bar, returning with two glasses of a rather nice scotch, if he does say so himself. He pushes one over to Sara without comment, smiling a little as she takes a sip and hums in pleasure, looking back at him.

“Thanks,” she says, then takes another sip, glancing around. “Saints & Sinners, eh?”

“Truth in advertising.” Leonard takes his own drink. He honestly doesn’t drink much, but when he does, it’s the good stuff. (The scent of stale beer, the funk of cheap liquor…these still scream “Lewis” at him, make him want to vomit.) “You good?”

“I am.” Sara studies him, taking another sip. “Tell me. What led you to…to ask me if I wanted to get out of there before? STAR Labs, I mean. Just then.”

Ah. Leonard inspects the amber liquid in his glass, takes another drink. “I was curious,” he admits. “I’d enjoyed watching you fight. And you didn’t look…completely comfortable there.” He pauses. “Rather like me, I guess.”

It strikes a chord; he can tell it does. Sara very nearly takes a gulp of her scotch, coughs, then regards him.

“Thank you,” she says again after a moment.

“You’re welcome.”

The scotch is very good.

Sara gets them both a refill after a bit, raising her eyebrows at the cost but paying without a qualm. She takes the glasses back to the table, and they continue talking.

She learns that his sister, Lisa (vaguely to Leonard’s horror) is just about Sara’s age. She learns that the last mark on Leonard’s record before it’d been expunged was the killing of his own father—and why, a tale he tells without a flinch, watching her with calm eyes that nonetheless seem to be watching for any sort of revulsion.

Revulsion Sara doesn’t show. Because she gets it. In fact, she thinks, watching Leonard’s still face, if Lewis Snart was still alive, she very well might go looking for him herself.

To get that look off his face—how has that face become so important to her, in such a short period of time?—she speaks up herself. She tells him more about the League. And then, almost to her surprise, the Amazo. Lian Yu.

At some point, Leonard gets them another drink. Then Sara—a little buzzed and more than a little reckless--gets them another.

Someone follows her back to the table.

Leonard stands as the other man—a weaselly sort wholly unlike the brawny thug back at the other bar—grabs her arm as she goes to sit down. But he doesn’t butt in, waiting to see what happens.

“You don’t wanna stay with this guy,” the newcomer says, not even looking at Leonard. “He’s a cop squealer, now. If you’re one of us, babe, you’ll want to come with me.”

The look on Sara’s face is incredible.

Leonard isn’t sure whether to smirk or sigh as she darts that “are you fucking kidding me?” gaze at him. He keeps his expression mildly interested as he glances at the nitwit holding her, one Ethan Kozarovich, a not-so-bright and relatively small-time thug who’s always thought he was far more than he actually was.

The question in that gaze is unmistakable. And Leonard can’t deny Sara the chance to fulfill it.

“Got your back. But take it outside,” he says quietly, before downing the drink she’d brought him. “Got an agreement here.”

Sara nods. Then she turns that look on Kozarovich—who seems like he’s suddenly, vehemently regretting his life choices—and snaps, “Outside.” Then she downs her own drink, slamming the empty glass down on the table.

“Here is…”

“Outside.”

Kozarovich looks like he wants, quite suddenly, to wet himself.

Not so long later, Sara and Leonard are strolling away from Saints & Sinners, both trying (and somewhat failing) to keep from outright laughter.

It shouldn’t feel so good to knock down a minor-league jerk-ass like the Kovarovich, Sara thinks. But it does.

It does because the bloodlust hadn’t taken over. It does because the asshat who’d dared to grab her is still alive, just slightly damaged. It does because Leonard is looking at her with a gleam in his eyes that says just how very impressed he is, and that gleam is doing things to her, things she knows, knows she wants to explore.

It’s been a very, very long time since she’d truly wanted anything like that.

They’re cutting through a park, and Sara spins around in the night air, taking a deep breath and letting it out, then turning to Leonard, who’s watching her intently, pausing in his own stroll.

“I feel alive,” she sighs with a deep, completely pleased sigh, then continuing immediately, recklessly as he watches her. “No, you don’t understand. Leonard…I was dead for a year.”

His steps slow. “Pardon?”

“Dead,” Sara tells him recklessly, looking up at the stars to avoid seeing his face. “Cold and dead. Three arrows to the chest and abdomen. Dead before I hit the ground. I was mourned, I was buried. I…well, presumably I did what dead things do.”

She looks at him, then. “My sister...well, she found a way to bring me back. About two years ago. But I wasn’t...I wasn’t myself for a long time afterward. I’m only starting to feel that way again. But I felt more alive tonight than I have in a very long time.”

If he shows any disbelief…any sort of revulsion…

He doesn’t. He blinks, slowly, and considers her, but years of familiarity with the oddities of Central City—and maybe his own instincts--seem to lead him to believe her.

“That’s amazing,” he says after a moment, as Sara watches him. “But…you’re OK? Now?”

Concern wasn’t what Sara had expected. Of all the possible reactions to this story, she finds she likes that one best.

“I’m OK,” she agrees, then impulsively reaches out and takes his hand, pulling him toward her a little, putting it over her heart, which is beating strongly. Leonard studies her as she looks up into his face, smiling a little, her hand over his own. His own face is very serious, but not in a way that seems problematic.

“Alive,” she repeats. “And happy. And not at all cold.”

After another moment, Leonard cracks a smile.

“No, you don’t feel cold to me,” he says quietly, moving even closer. “And I know cold.”

Sara snickers. “Now, that’s a line.” She pauses, studying serious blue eyes. “You don’t feel cold to me, either.”

“Good.”

And he kisses her.

That first kiss is, perhaps, just a little tentative. Exploratory. Both of them seeing if the spark they’ve been feeling is really there.

It is.

The second kiss, after a brief pause for air, is a good deal less tentative. In fact, Leonard, much later, finds bark from the tree he’d been up against pressed into the soft, broken-in leather of his jacket. (It falls to the floor as he shakes the jacket out. In a rare display of sentimentality, he saves a few pieces. Later, they sit in a small bowl on his dresser, with the gold locket Lisa had worn as a kid, his grandfather’s lucky silver dollar, a pack of matches filched from Mick’s coat, and a few other things.)

By mutual agreement, they head for his apartment, the one in city center, acquired by a much-younger Leonard Snart before the area started toward gentrification and still owned today under an assumed name. It’s after midnight, now, and the building is mostly quiet; they don’t see anyone in the hallways or the elevator.

Which is good, because he decides it’s his turn to take the lead, boosting Sara up against the mirrored wall and continuing the kissing.

When the elevator door opens, neither of them is inclined to separate, so Leonard simply carries her down the hallway toward the door, as Sara wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders and keeps kissing his neck, his jaw, his mouth, caresses passionate and just a little bit rough in a good way. Somehow, he managed to her his keys out and into the lock, then maneuvers them both into the apartment.

If not quite all the way to the bed.

Iris: Sara? Ray’s here. Says u were gonna ride back to Star w/him

Iris: Should he wait?

Iris: Sara, pls let me know your OK.

Sara: I’m good! 😊

Sara: tell him thanks, but I’m staying around here a few days

Iris: OK

Iris: Do I wanna know where?

Sara, having fished her phone from the tangle of clothing strewn across the floor, bites back a laugh at the suggested irritation in Iris’ words. She chooses not to respond, putting the phone safely on Leonard’s dresser before turning back to the bed (where they had, ultimately, wound up).

The man in question is sprawled across the surface, nothing more than a sheet tugged over his hips, watching her from hooded eyes, a smile/smirk on his face. They hadn’t fallen asleep until early morning, and although it’s now after noon, he doesn’t look at all inclined to go anywhere. Sara runs her eyes over him, smiling herself, content and relaxed in a way she hasn’t been in a very long time.

They had been very well suited.

“Everything all right?” he drawls.

“Mmhmm. My ride is planning to head back to Star City soon.”

Leonard’s face shows a flicker of…something…but he quickly conceals it. “Ah,” he says quietly. Sara, watching, sees his shoulders tense before he sits up smoothly. “You have to go?”

There’s very definitely disappointment in the words. Which makes it easier and somewhat less awkward to stroll back toward him, smiling, and admit, “No. I said I wanted to stay around here a few days.” She pauses, suddenly feeling awkward anyway. “I mean, I can stay with Caitlin, help Team Flash clean up…”

But there’s a smile in Leonard’s eyes too, and he lowers his lashes again, watching her.

“Or,” he says smoothly, reaching out, catching her wrist gently, pulling her toward him, “you could stay here.”

Sara laughs, relief coursing through her. “But whatever would we do with our time?”

“I’m sure we could think of something.”

#with eyes wide open #captain canary #sara x leonard #the flash

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brittaden · 5 years

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AU: Lorelai actually was pregnant with Luke’s baby and not just having a craving for an apple.

She didn’t tell him for a couple of weeks, not until she was positive-pregnancy-stick-in-the-hand sure. She was a little worried how he would handle the news since the topic of kids hadn’t yet been brought up between then and she saw no need for a freak-out until she was 100% sure that she was definitely pregnant.

And then in a rant about the job offer from Mike Armstrong, he mentioned kids and she wondered somehow if he had stumbled across her pregnancy test that she was so incredibly careful not to even take in Stars Hollow because there’s no way she could throw it away in her trashcan because somehow, someway that news would spread around. Cue a small freak-out but she mostly realizes that she needs to tell him.

Rory already knows of her suspicions and since Lorelai never brought the news up again and even mentioned to her daughter that she had craved a few more healthy things since the apple, she was the first one she broke the news too. She had to tell someone and Rory was definitely that someone to tell because it had less chance of accidentally spreading around to everyone in town. They discussed how Luke would react to the news.

Which made Lorelai remember that talk they had years before about kids and how Luke said it would be a discussion but a short discussion if it was the right person. Cue another freakout because they hadn’t talked about kids, even if he did mention them in an off-hand way. Realizes that she really, really needs to bring it up to him.

It still takes a little while though because while Lorelai is going through this, Rory is becoming unsure of her future. And mentions taking time off from college. Lorelai wonders how to handle this news and the realization that she’s going to be a mother again, all while juggling whatever Luke is up to and the job offer from Armstrong, though she knows clearly where she stands on that one.

Rory still ends up taking time off from school and with the news of her mother’s pregnancy and how she still feels she’s failing, it’s all too much. She still ends up going to her grandparents for help. This upsets Lorelai.

When Lorelai mentions what’s been going on with Rory to Luke and she sees his devotion to her daughter and how he wants to make sure that she will stay in school because she’s worked so hard for it, she doesn’t propose instead she breaks the news of her pregnancy.

Luke’s completely and utterly shocked.

With his baby? No, Kirk’s baby. Of course it’s his baby, who’s else would it be? Luke just freaking out and not thinking before he speaks for a moment.

Lorelai freaks out because Luke is freaking out but then he smiles. And almost laughs over the fact that he’s going to be a father but he’s smiling. And he’s telling her that this was definitely unexpected but not unwanted. He wants to have kids with her, maybe a few. She tells him to slow down because she’s only a few weeks along and definitely not the time to be talking of future offspring.

They have to celebrate. She suggests coffee since there will be no alcohol in her future for the next several months. Mainly just to get him riled up because it would be funny. But he’s seriously threatening her coffee supply for a while. They land on non-alcoholic sparkling cider.

Even though he spoke nothing of it, Lorelai mentions this isn’t grounds for a proposal but if he was inclined to lean that way soon, then the answer would be yes. But she didn’t need a proposal just because she was having his baby.

A couple of months in, he proposes. After things are right with Rory again.

Emily isn’t overly thrilled over the engagement or that her daughter is pregnant out of wedlock but the reality is clear. She accepts it.

They have a bouncing baby boy.

thanks!

#gilmore girls #i would go more into s6 but if i do #i'll be late for work

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #210

“made of flame, made of mud, i’m the many, i’m the one.”

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born? No. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? No. What’s something you’ve experienced that very few others have? Your favorite human on Planet Earth/God Himself noticing you. :') Three days I couldn't sleep. Three. Days. Do you have to wear an identification badge at your job? I don't have a job, yet. Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money? No. If so, how did it affect the relationship? N/A How often do you paint your nails? Never. Do you know anyone who’s related to a current or former world leader? I'm related to Queen Victoria somehow. Idk about anyone else. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? No job, no taxes yet. What is something you don’t have any natural talent for? Mathematics. Has anyone ever told you that you get too competitive over minor things? No. Do you usually befriend your coworkers, or do you prefer to keep work separate from your personal life? N/A What was the very first thing you ever saved up to buy with your own money? I think Venus. Describe your favorite Christmas ornament. Man, I have a lot. We've accumulated A LOT over the years between me and all my siblings. Mom gets each of us one every year, and she's also kept all the ones we've made throughout school. She's so cute y'all. There is this REALLY damn pretty swirling crystal one with an angel on the top of it I got from my grandmother, that's definitely one of my faves, I've always loved this lil gingerbread dude I made in pre-k, and... idk man, there are truly a lot. What is something you frequently forget? To turn the laundry room light off anytime I go in there at night for Roman's litter scooper or to bring dirty clothes in there. By this point it's like a joke in the house with how much I do it for whatever reason. How do you feel about your body? I hate it. Who is someone you would like to get to know better? Connie, but I respect her privacy. I know you have to be careful online. What’s your opinion on assisted suicide? For it. At what point do you consider a relationship to be ‘long-term?’ Hm, idk, really. A year? What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? Mom worked with special ed kids at school, she had a job at the hospital doing computer work I can't remember because I was so young, Dad's been a mailman all my life, but he also worked at Lowe's as a carpenter I think for a while. Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired? Mom's got a totally different job, and I already mentioned Dad being a mailman. Do you have any recurring dreams? Themes, yes; dreams, no. Have you ever had to call 911? Why? Yes; Mom and I thought she was having a heart attack. Terrifuckingfying morning. Do you get out a lot? I might as well be on fucking house arrest. I can stay in the house and go nowhere for over a week. Do you eat a lot of vegetables? No. Last fast food you ate? I had a Hardee's biscuit for breakfast. Do you live in Canada? No. What do you think when you see two members of your preferred sex kissing? It's sweet, and brave considering the assholes of the world. Is that hot? "For fuck’s sake… It bothers the hell out of me when people fangirl over homosexual couples. It’s so disrespectful." <<< THIS. Would you ever want to be a chef? No. Bonfires: Y/N? They're fun. What’s a food that’s famous in your hometown/state/country/etc? Southern cooking, like fried chicken, mashed potatoes, hushpuppies, pulled pork, nasty shit like that. By pure coincidence, I literally hate almost all the "traditional" Southern foods. When’s that last time you saw snow? January this year. I think it was January... What’s something that you think will become obsolete in the next 50 years? Physically driving cars, probably. Are you efficient or do you procrastinate a lot? I procrastinate all to hell. Who are the 3 people you love the most? Mom, Sara, and then... idk if I can pick #3. Last person you slept in the same bed with? Sara. When was your first kiss? March 2012. Have you recently been sick? No. What song are you listening to? "Break My Mind" by dAGAMES. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Sadly. Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? It's worse. Weed, coke, crack, heroin, oxy, acid, x, k, peyote, mushrooms, opium…How many of these have you tried? I have no clue what like three of these even are lmao. None. How long has it been since you had sex? Like over three years. Who was the last person to call you babe? Probably Sara. Last reason you went to the ER? My sister got in a wreck. Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? I believe so. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yeah. When was the last time you shaved your legs? It's been many months. My legs are AWFUL, but it is an absolute chore to shave or use Nair because my hair is so long and thick. So I figure if there's very little/no chance someone's going to see my legs, why even do it. I really wanna get laser hair removal on my legs when I can afford it, though. What facial cleanser do you use? A Biore charcoal scrub. If someone wanted to know what you smelt like, what should they smell? I don't know? Probably dogs, lmao? How many purses do you own? One I use, then I have... two or three old ones saved just because I really like them. What are your top five favorite stores to clothes shop? Hot Topic, Rebel's Market, Spencer's, rue21, and... idk. I guess Wal-Mart lmao. What kind of clothes do you mostly wear? Yoga/dance/sweatpants with a tank top, graphic tee, or band tee. What about shoes? Flip flops like, year-round lol. If I do wear something else for whatever reason, it'll probably be my Vans or maybe a pair of Converse. Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now? No. For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman? Nah, birth control's made cramping a far smaller problem. Last thing you bought at the mall? Wow, I have no idea. Well... maybe a book before the hurricane to read if the power went out? I haven't read it if you're wondering, aha... Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Dad's met her once, but he seemed to enjoy her just fine, and Mom adores her. What store did you last buy clothes from? Wal-Mart. Which parent are you more similar to? I have traits aligning with each of them. I think my mom, but then again, I don't see my dad nearly enough to know his personality deeply since he changed IMMENSELY after the divorce. Have you ever been to another country’s capital city? No. What are some of your favorite qualities for another person to have? Compassion, wisdom, an open mind, gentle, passionate, a good sense of humor... What smell reminds you of your childhood? Chlorine, I guess. I swam a LOT as a kid; it was my favorite activity. Are you happy with who you are? In some ways, in some ways no. Do you ever sleep with your bedroom windows open? No; we live beside a busy road, and plus I don't trust people. Have you ever had a job where you didn’t fit in with your coworkers? No. What was the last word document you typed? I made a brief outline of the message I'm sending to the client who hired me for her wedding when I send her her pictures. Thanking her and telling her what more I could do for her, stuff like that. What’s something that has upset you lately? The extreme difficulty of finding a job for myself... Do you have a home security system? No, but damn do I want one. What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? If you know the darker part of my photography, roadkill. People see it and either think 1.) "poor thing" or 2.) "dumb thing," and that's it. No one seems to truly consider our responsibility to watch for animals on the road; in most instances I've seen, the animal is blamed for being "stupid." No, they're fucking terrified and panicking. Anyway, I'm going on a tangent. Basically, I think we should feel far more pity for what we end, even though it's accidental. And get out of the fucking car to see if it's okay/can be saved. Have you ever gotten sick from someone else’s cooking? I believe so, but I don't really blame the cook. My stomach is just REALLY sensitive to food it's not used to, particularly fancier meals. What was the last kind of cheese you ate? American. How young is too young to be sexually active? "Personally, I think anything under 18." <<< Same. Would you ever dye your hair silver? I wanted to at some point, but particularly with my hairstyle now, idk how good it'd look. What was the last fun thing you did? Shot a wedding. Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. What’s your favorite kind of soup? I'm not a fan. Do you know anyone who practices Hinduism? No. How long was your longest relationship? Three and a half years. When was the last time you spoke to the first person you ever kissed? February 2017. What’s a political issue you have a strong opinion on? Gay rights. What snacks do you like to get at the movie theater? Just popcorn is fine. If I have any candy, it's from a gas station or dollar store. Movie theater prices are expensive as fuck. Have you ever stayed in a hotel in the center of a big city? No. What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? Romaine lettuce for my iguana. When you take a nap, do you nap in bed or on the couch? In bed. Do you have any friends you have never gotten into an argument with? Yeah, Connie. Girt and I have also never really had an argument, he's just said things that hurt me as his sense of humor can be a bit harsh and they were sensitive areas, but he's never meant it. Do you think you could survive living by yourself for a month? No. Can you cook anything other then toast? Yeah. How many times have you cried over the last person you cried over? I don’t remember the last person that I cried over. Have you ever been in an on-and-off relationship? So annoying right? No. Have you ever developed a crush on someone the first day you met them? I don’t think so. Have you ever been with someone who was really clingy? Did it annoy you? For only two weeks. I like to pretend that shit never happened. Is there a store you go to so much the employees know your name? The tattoo/piercing parlor I go to know me well; some probably remember my name. Do you have any friends who never shut up about their boyfriend/girlfriend? One literally only talks to me if she wants to ramble endlessly about him. Have you ever helped someone while they were drunk puking? No. There is NO way I could be with someone while they're vomiting. The sound would make me join in, and that's almost a promise. What annoys you more to do, sneeze or cough? Cough. Would you rather have a pet snake or a pet cat? I want another snake. Do you fall for all the lines about making guys/girls like you on magazine covers? Lmao yeah right. Do you have a calendar in your room? What’s it’s theme? My door is currently open so I can't see for sure, but I have three or four outdated meerkat calendars as decoration. Have you ever gotten anything racist about you yelled at you? No. Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone? She's married, so obviously. Do you own more pink or black clothes? Just about everything is black. Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a stuffed animal? Yeah. What does the last body wash you used smell like? I think it's some kind of ocean-y scent? I don't pay attention. I just know it's blue. What is the worst name anyone has ever called you? A martyr, and not the good kind. Where is your favorite place to eat out? Sonic. Does it bother you when people call you ‘ma'am’ or 'sir?’ No. That's general good manners in the South. Have you ever been obsessed with a television character? I don't think so, but maybe? What was the last thing that changed your life completely? Recovery. Do you have any step siblings? One. I don't call him my brother, though. Did you partake in senior skip days? HA I sure did. Have you ever read the Christian Bible? Not the entire thing. When the holidays come around, do you help decorate? Yeah. Has someone ever promised not to leave you? NEVER IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE BELIEVE THAT SHIT. Do you have a part-time job? No. Are you the type of person who likes to buy gifts for your friends? If I had my own money, I absolutely would. Hopefully I can when I have a job... though I don't exactly have many people to send anything to. Have you ever lived in an apartment before? I wasn't an actual resident, though I was pretty much always there. Have you ever been questioned by the police? No. Are you close to your parents? Yeah. Have you ever had to be put on medicine for a mental disorder? For most of my life. Have you ever been responsible for someone’s death? Wow, no. Do you ever spend the night with your significant other? Well, we're long distance. We do when we visit each other. Do you know a lot about serial killers? No. Have the police ever been looking for you? Ha ha yes, but only because my sister, friend, and I went walking on the beach at night, and apparently Mom didn't hear us when we told her we were going... Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Do you cuss more than any one else you know? Tbh probably lmao. How old is your youngest cousin? I don't know. Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? No. Have there ever been any serial killers around your hometown? I don't believe so. When was the last time you went to a museum? When my brother and nephew were here early this month. Do you know how to shoot a gun and hit a target? No. What turns you on the most? Don't grab my boobs. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes. Do you answer the phones at your work? N/A What’s your ring tone? The Revaleso remix of "Dear Insanity" by Asking Alexandria. The text alert sound is the chime of picking up a gem in Spyro. Do you want to fix anything with anyone? Yeah. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I do literally every night. It sucks. What shows do you watch? None. Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. When you were in elementary school, did you change best friends a lot? No. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No. Who was the last person to give you a ride somewhere? My VR counselor drove me home the other day. What’s the scariest bug you’ve ever seen? I'm sure some kind of beetle. Not a fan of beetles. What was your favorite TV show you watched as a kid? Pokemon. :') How many times a day do you tell your parents you love them? Mom, at least once when she leaves for work. Dad, I barely ever see him, so. I don't daily. Ever talk to your pets? Of course I do. I talk to them like I talk to people. Do you think it’s alright if people baby talk to babies? ... Yes???? At a certain age you need to set an example to talk correctly, as the kid is going to copy you, but as a baby, no shit it's fine? Ever take a nap in a hammock? I may have fallen asleep, maybe not. Probably not tho 'cuz I would've been afraid of bugs (the hammock was between two trees directly outside the woods in our backyard), so I've likely just dozed for a bit, if anything. Who’s the best character in Rugrats? Oh boy, I don't remember them all. I know I liked Tommy, but I mean, he was the main character, so I guess that's to be expected for a little kid, mostly seeing him. Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend? No. Who has had the biggest impact on your life? Jason. Girls: ever wear boxers? Guys: ever wear a thong? No. Do you use q-tips to clean your ears? DON'T DO THAT. I got wax adhered to both eardrums because I did that frequently; it inevitably pushed things back and dried onto them. NOT fun getting it sucked out; hurts like a bitch. Always only use them for the outside of your ears. This has been a PSA. Ever want to make out with someone, anyone, didn’t matter who? No. Ever had your feelings hurt when you knew the person was joking? That is EASY, friendo. Do you make jack-o-lanterns during Halloween? Sometimes. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No. Cats, awesome pets or Satan in disguise? I love cats. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? Wash them. Do you hate using public restrooms? VERY MUCH. I will avoid using one at almost all costs. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Oh my fucking god. So one night my friend Chelsea and I were up REALLY late and were loopy as fuck and this bitch started looking up weird dildos and shit and I'm not even remotely kidding, she found a huge 50 lb. butt plug. I sincerely wish I was joking. Do you check to make sure there’s TP before using the restroom? Yeah. Do you drunk dial/text? I've never been drunk. Have you ever built a massive snow fort? No. We don't get enough snow here. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? Not entirely. Do you use acronyms to remember things? I did in school. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. When was the last time you went rollerskating? WOW I don't know, but it's been a long time. Do you call people “dude” a lot? Yes. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into them. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? Out of those, I may ever only squirm at nasty shit. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Probably ophthalmology (eye doctors). The last time I went to the eye doctor, I got way too into the science and anatomy of the eyes and such. You woulda thought I saw God when I realized I could see the veins in my eyes during that "lemme shine this light straight into your eyes" tests; I thought it was SO cool. Well, I probably realized this at previous appointments, I just didn't remember. Hm, or maybe a pathologist, that'd be cool. I'm looking through a list of doctors, yes. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? Probably just "I love you" and stuff like that from my niece and nephew. Ha ha aw, wait... When my brother and older nephew were here, Christian exclaimed, "She's up!", like the MOMENT I moved in bed one morning. I'm so happy to say that kid loves me. He wore me the HELL out in the course of just three days, but man, I miss the lil dude now. That occasion in particular just really sticks out to me because I do not find myself good with kids, and to just hear how excited he was that I was up meant the world to me. Apparently I was fun enough. At what age do you plan on moving out? I hope in like... two more years, maybe less. I need a stable job, a car, but I also DO NOT want to live alone, so I'd want to wait until Sara was ready to move, too. I'm beyond thankful Mom isn't rushing me in the least, she seems happy I live here actually, but I don't want to be in her hair much longer nonetheless. I have to be an adult. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? King Ramses from Courage the Cowardly Dog fuck-ing TERRIFIED me. His animation was unique to what was normal in the show, so that automatically stood out as different and weird, but more than anything, I was just so scared by his voice and repetitive lines. I had nightmares of that shitlord. HA HA OH MAN I REMEMBER THIS TOO: When I visited my aunt and uncle's when I was little, my family slept on the floor in a room downstairs, and there were small trees outside the window that would sway, and the outline on the curtains would make me think of him. I remember waking Mom up one night about it, and I think she gave me something for comfort, but idr what. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? In my very own fucking state, consent can no longer legally be revoked when sex begins. Fuck this place. How long does it take before you trust a person? It depends on the person. It's usually a while, though. Have you ever made a time capsule? What did you put in it? Hm... I feel like I have? Wait yeah, I did in elementary school! It was a class effort. Idr where it was buried. What would you do if your mom or dad read your diary/journal/blog? My mother would be deeply concerned that my love of Mark runs as deep as it does, meanwhile my dad would be v v v confused. They would mutually be very worried of their daughter's willingness to eradicate the fools of the population and replace them all with miniature Fischfucks. Do you know anyone with a lisp? I may? I don't exactly have a lisp, but in certain words, I pronounce "s" weakly due to my tongue piercing getting in the way, but it's very mild. If you were to break a Guinness Record, which one would you try and beat? Idk. What’s the coolest item in your room? I'm not sure, I find a lot of things in here particularly cool for various reasons. Hence why it's so heavily decorated. I guess my favorite is probably the Japanese, limited edition Silent Hill: Revelation flyer I have framed on the wall. I won it in a giveaway and I love it alskdjfklajwer. I wanna collect more SH merch, man. Are you accident-prone? Yes, due to my own lack of common sense and clumsy nature. As a kid, what was your favorite activity on the playground? I BOLTED for that swing. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? I'm not a fan of extreme muscles. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? Phew, I grew up fishing all the time with Dad. I'm certain I have. Well, I caught a catfish by the eye, but only the method's weird there, lol. I still to this day feel so bad for the fella. Is old age catching up with you? In my back and knees lmao. Can you sleep through thunderstorms? Yes. Ever spent the night in a tent? Yes. Do people confide in you? Some do. Ever been around someone who makes you feel stupid? He doesn't intend to, he's just reeeaaally fucking smart. Actually, that goes for my brother, too. I knew he was very intelligent, but holy shit, when he was here last and I actually got to hear more about him, his beliefs, and general knowledge, dude's a genius. How many college degrees do you want? Either up to Bachelor's or Master's. For my career goal of being an out-in-the-field zoologist, I need the latter. Do you like animals? SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yes; my high school senior project was at least one. There's other personal stories I wrote as a kid, too. Can you snap your fingers? Yes. Can you wink? My right eye, yes. I can with my left eye, but not without my face distorting pretty badly. What song explains how you feel about love? *shrugs* Does hardship make a person stronger? It depends on what they take from it. What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Ew please never. Have you ever attended a professional sporting event? Yeah, hockey games with Dad. What is your favorite brand of clothing? I don't have one. Which do you value more, intellect or work ethic? Work ethic. How well do you know the people you live with? Well, I live with my mom, who I've lived with my whole life, and we're very close, if that answers the question. Do you have any heroes? *blinks* Ever been to a cabin on a mountain? No, I wish. Ever lost your voice? At least once. Are you a cautious person? Yes. Meet Anxiety, baby. Do you enjoy comedy shows? Yeah. Do you chew gum? Sometimes, rarely. Do you think a lot when taking a shower? Not really. I just enjoy whatever music I have on. Are you currently charging your phone? No. Do you ever get razor rash? No. Are you a private person? It depends on the subject. If you straighten your hair, do you always use hair spray? N/A Do you curl your hair often? It's too short to be curled. What’s the earliest you’ve ever woken up for school? Idk. Probably around 5:00-5:30 if I was getting ready for a special day or something. Can you get ready in under 10 minutes? Yeah. Has anyone ever told you that you were a bad kisser? No. Do you like Frostys from Wendy’s? Hell yeah. Would you ever sleep in the same bed as your sibling? Sure, if we had no other choice. Ever taken a shower with someone? My little sister and I did all the time as kids, I'm guessing to save water. Would you consider yourself to be a creative person? Yes. Do you usually take a nap during the day? Yes, usually. Might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two? HELL YEAH!!!!!! So long I have my camera and company, that'd be awesome!!! Do you suffer from frequent paranoia? Eh, not as badly as I used to. Two friends whom have been there for you the most? Sara and Girt. If you/your gf became pregnant accidentally, would you consider abortion? If it was my own fault for not using protection, I couldn't do it; then that's my own foolishness. I would regardless if my life was endangered, though. I do believe abortion is killing a living being once brain activity begins, but I believe in the right to put yourself first. If a complete stranger picked a fight with you, would you fight or flight? Flight if possible. Defend myself when necessary. Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? House pet, so long as my owner is a good one that truly loves me. Wild animal would be much more dangerous, and besides, I like the idea of companionship. Can you juggle more than two objects at once? lol I probably couldn't even juggle two. Can you function well on little to no sleep? Eh. I'm cranky for sure, but I can function. Well... depending. If I am REALLY tired, I won't be able to keep my eyes open. Do you find that it is difficult to maintain your mood? Even on medication, I'm still bipolar (not using that as an adjective; I'm legitimately diagnosed with it). My mood can change VERY quickly with tiny stimuli, but at a much, much milder degree. Have you ever listened to a group of chanting Monks? (if not you should) No, but it's cool! Two sports that you are horrible at? Tennis and volleyball. The latter mostly just hurts like a bitch. One thing that you would like to change about your life? My job situation. What was the last candy you ate? Sour gummy worms. Which decade was your favorite for fashion trends? Idk. I'm really not educated enough on what was trendy for each one. Do you like the current fashion trends? I pay no attention. Who is the strangest (or one of the strangest) person you’ve met? I won't give away his name as it's a pretty unique one, but there was a kid in high school who was certainly different in both good and bad ways. He was pretty unstable. Made his own religion. What are you struggling with currently? Finding a mfckn job. Do you forgive yourself for your mistakes? Most, I'd say. Have you ever been abused by a police officer? No. Name one friend who had a parent who was in jail. A cousin of mine. Has anyone tried to kill you and then played the victim? No? What is your favorite board game? I like Battleship and Scrabble. Can you remember the last time you played a board game? A few months back with Sara and Girt. Actually Scrabble, lol. List three traumatic memories you have. The only truly traumatic memory I have is the breakup. Well, I guess a nightmare I had with my dad kinda is too, seeing as it still affects my trust today? Have you ever been misdiagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. How the fuck did I have ADHD, woman. If you don’t mind my asking, when was the last time you had diarrhea? Like about two weeks ago before my period started. That's starting to seem like a theme. Do you prefer sunny days or cloudy days? I like partly cloudy. Do you have a painful past? A good chunk of it. But I mean, who doesn't have some rough paths behind them. What was the best time of your life? Walking through Chicago with Sara and her dad one night was INCREDIBLE. Coming from the middle of nowhere into such a colossal city with all these lights and such was such a shock to me, and exploring it with them was super cool. It was cold as fuck, but still, it was fun. When was the last time you were hugged? Idk. Well, probably last time I was at Ashley's saying bye to everyone. Do you trust your doctor? Yes. Name something God has healed you of. HAHAHAHA. If applicable, how old were you when you got "saved?" I was raised into religion, so I don't know. I grew up "saved." Have you been baptized, and if so, where? Yes, at my childhood church.

#survey #quiz #questions #bored #random

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thecircusfreaks · 5 years

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1-91 (one for each muse)

NSFW asks

1:When did you lose your virginity?

Angelo lost his virginity at age 16 to a girl in his class. He had his first sexual encounter with a man at age 19.

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

Angela prefers rough sex

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

Asahi enjoys having sex while watching his fave pornstar on screen.

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

In a public lounge when in town for a meeting on Iram’s behalf.

5: Favourite sex position?

Chetan loves the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. He basically enjoys riding his partner.

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

Choco enjoys to play submissive but he’s definitely a dominant bottom

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

Colt has had plenty of one night stands, so many he forgot to keep track of them.

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

Eichi’s prefered place to have sex would be on the couch. The bed is too basic and the floor too uncomfy.

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Eito has had sex in a public place, a sauna to be specific.

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Haruya has indeed been caught masturbating, which resulted into sex with a total stranger.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Hiashi doesn’t have a favorite kind of sexy underwear, he does like a thong on a guy, though.

12: How often do you have sex?

Currently Ichiro doesn’t have sex at all, he either is too absorbed in his work or he’s too lazy to make an effort. However, he has set his sight on someone.

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

Naturally that would be Iram’s lover, Ammon.

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Ivan is definitely a receiver.

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

It didn’t exactly happen during sex but oral sex instead. After getting his first blowjob he came and was unable to get hard for the actual thing.

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

Kane’s favorite rough song during sex is ‘You and Me and the Devil makes 3′ by Marilyn Manson.

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

Katsuo’s favorite song for slow sex is ‘Slowmotion’ by Trey Songz

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

Marcus prefers to get completely naked right away when he’s in the mood. He finds the exposed skin to be sexier than a naughty outfit.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

Sex in a steamy shower is where Marito’s preference lies.

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

For Masahiko that would still be Shinya, even if he got to choose from every guy in the world.

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

Masaru has had plenty of threesomes. As a bisexual man, he has had them with two men, with two women and also with another man and a woman. He actually really like threesomes.

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

Nori only uses sex toys to masturbate, he wouldn’t use them during sex unless for a porn.

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

Ravah has not with the sole reason of being way behind on technology in the place where he lives.

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

Raynor doesn’t have a bestfriend. So, at this point his lover would be his bestfriend so that would mean yes.

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

Reina loves taking a shower together and drink a cold drink, may it be water or something else.

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Renji loves a good make out session, that will certainly put him in the right mood.

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

Sanji prefers the early morning sex, it’s lazy and sloppy and he likes that.

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Touma finds the rear of a girl to be lovely, even though he is not the type to stare at it when on the streets.

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

The arms of a man that is strong and muscular is a big fave of Seidou.

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

Shino is not that secretive, he hasn’t hidden anything that his brother, friends or boyfriend aren’t allowed to find.

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

According to a guy Shuji was dating, he said that a frozen banana was a great replacement for a dildo to freeze a banana. Shuji didn’t like the idea, especially not when it was almost used on him when he slept. He woke up in time luckily.

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

Not on purpose. Shunsuke Once accidentally shot his load all over himself, getting some in his mouth by chance. It wasn’t all bad but he prefers the taste of another.

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

Between Sora and his boyfriend it is always fine to not use it. Neither men carry any deceases and it is not as if they have to worry about pregnancies.

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

Theodore likes smaller and sweeter fruits such as strawberries and grapes, that kind of stuff. Nothing too crazy.

35: Worst possible time to get horny:

For Thomas that would be during a dance performance, all those eyes directed towards him while he gets horny, that could be a problem.

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

Tohru enjoys it quite a lot when his sexual partner is vocal due to his actions.

37: How much fapping is too much fapping:

In touga’s eyes all fapping is too much fapping, he has people to give him handjobs, at the very least.

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

That must have been from Yamashita’s late wife when she told him that he had the stamina of a young god.

39: Favorite foreplay activities:

Yamato loves to cuddle and make out, jerk each other off a bit before getting to the main piece.

40: What do you wear to bed?

Antoine mostly sleeps in a pair of boxers, if really too warm he sleeps naked as well.

41: When was the first time you masturbated:

Ayana tried it out the first time when she was 14 years old.

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

Calleigh doesn’t do such thing, she prefers to either show the guy in person or not show it at all.

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

For Elena outdoor sex has been quite a while, it’s hard to pinpoint an exact date but she has done it a few times out of curiosity.

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?

Izumi wouldn’t exactly mind it. However, he doesn’t do it for the risk of getting caught, more because he can’t hold in his desires.

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

Kijima has never had a threesome and he has no plans of doing so either.

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

Kimi has used the circular handle of her hairbrush once, it wasn’t bad but definitely not good either.

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

Madelaine doesn’t really watch it but she has seen it a few times in her younger and wilder years. However, she is into men but girls are definitely more curious and into experimenting in her opinion.

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not)

Naoya doesn’t know, he has only had sex once and oral wasn’t part of that.

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

Ellie doesn’t mind tattoos however, she prefers for them to be small and subtle and not distracting or a main focus.

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

Red thinks that at his day and age, it would be really weird to take someone’s virginity. On top of that, he’s not sexually active as much as in his younger years.

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

While not having any experience with it, Reiko just wouldn’t use any form of peppers during sexual encounters. That can’t be good in any way, shape or form.

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

If Safir was forced to make the decision, than he’d go for a pornstar because it seems more enjoyable and actually quite relaxed as well.

53: Do you watch porn?

Sango used to watch a fair bit of straight porn when he was in his teens, that became lesser over the years and he quit all together when his current relationship became serious.

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

Tadaaki has been by the previous porn studio where he was a cameraman. People thought he was freaky because he didn’t do any POV kind of stuff but he was getting erections all the time.

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

Xavi doesn’t find it the most comfortable thing but if he had no choice, he wouldn’t be bothered.

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

Yamada definitely wouldn’t mind, a bit of hair is actually pretty sexy to him.

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?

While Claude has tried in his adventurous teen years, he wouldn’t do it now. He rather has others do that for him.

58: Booty or Boobs?

Haruto prefers the booty by a long shot.

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

Chico has cheated on someone before, only because he knows that their romance is only based on the physical aspect and he doesn’t consider that a real relationship.

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

Shika is the type to explore his own body as a woman, have sex as a woman, go buy a bikini or lingerie, try out make-up and finally he wants to go to a ladies night when he is the correct gender.

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?

Other then on porn sites, Baku has not watched someone masturbate before.

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

Naozumi is pretty confident that has not happened to him, unless someone was peeking.

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

Troy has had this happen to him too many times. He’ll make sure to use that erection on said person as well.

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

Craig masturbates with a firm grip on his length and ocassionally fucks himself with a dildo while doing so.

65. What is your bra/penis size?

Sai’s penis size is 5.3″ inches.

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?

Mai doesn’t like putting anything up her vagina other then a man’s penis or one of her toys. However, she keeps it simple with dildos and vibrators.

I didn’t get further cause I have no more muses that you have knowledge of or are connected to your muses xD

#long post under the cut #welivetoserve

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midnight-in-town · 5 years

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Do you have any speculations on what’s going to happen to Yuri? Do you think Satan will do anything to her?

Hey Anon! And well…

Hopefully, you’re not just learning that Yuri will not survive the Blue Night or whatever else happened 16 years ago. x)

More seriously, I’d say Satan is the one who most likely killed her, yes, whether he meant to truly do it this one time or by accident.

If not Satan, then another option is someone from the Order: maybe Jenny, or Abel, or Drac. Or that dude in charge of Section 13 who doesn’t give a damn about humans. There is a lof of candidates. And then Satan’s fury after Yuri’s death possibly led to the Blue Night and him destroying his vessel entirely.

If Satan is the one who killed her (whether accidentally or not), maybe it came from a disagreement between them about the twins. Satan literally said that the boys were made “on a whim”…

most likely in case he wanted to see if Yuri carrying a baby could be useful as a new vessel for him.

And then maybe Yuri rebelled against the fact that one of her sons was going to be Satan’s new vessel (Rin)…

…or maybe Satan will try and get rid of “weak” baby Yukio, who didn’t show anything special till fairly recently. An idea like that.

However if Yuri was killed by someone from the Order, then I’m expecting that Shiro refused to use the Koma sword when he found out Yuri was the one he was going to face and that’s when the Order launched a literal witch hunt after her (a little like what happened in the anime).

To be honest, it’s kinda easy to see Satan as the one responsible for Yuri’s death, because we still have a love triangle going between him, Yuri and Shiro at this point and he’s the one with the most toxic behavior. In my opinion, the cliffhanger of ch107 is Yuri kinda sacrificing herself…

because she wants to help Satan with his decaying body

but mostly she wants to stop the threat he is towards humans, both as an exorcist and for the sake of the other people she cares about.

…but since it’s not exactly done out of love for Satan (even if I believe she does still care a lot about the Rinka he used to be), there is a possibility that Satan will realize that Shiro is still a “threat” he needs to destroy and that, too, might be something that will create a disagreement between him and Yuri.

Besides, I’m not sure that spending her life in some sewers will please Yuri that much on the long run, especially since there are people she cares about outside and she cried when she decided to leave them:

So that too, Yuri being unable to abandon everything for Satan’s sake, might anger him at some point.

Overall my point is that he’s not exactly the most rational and gentle guy around, so I can’t say I trust him to make Yuri happy. And I doubt her death was only the Order’s fault even if there is a big chance they probably didn’t help her situation.

Last possibility would be that Yuri carrying powerful half-demon babies, namely Rin having inherited Satan’s flames, slowly destroyed her body and it ended up causing her death.

After all, it took some training for Rin to control his own flames and even in ch98 the doubt remained as to whether he’d die or not without the seals, so one can imagine that as a baby not yet restrained by Mephisto, he possibly tired his mama during the pregnancy and that could be…

one of the facts from the past that Rin is very scared to face.

I honestly just hope Yuri found a way to live through all this as best as she could. I’m sure she loved her sons, even if she didn’t get to see them growing up. I’m also still waiting on some throwback to Oku and why he left the Order, because Yuri and Shiro (though he’s more aware of the reality than she is) need to acknowledge that this organization is crappy.

Not gonna lie Anon, I’m scared to see what will happen to Yuri. I’m sure it will downright heartbreaking and unfair, especially after Sensei spent many chapters depicting her as a lovable and brave woman.

TL;DR I don’t want to cast Satan as the guilty party behind Yuri’s death too soon, because he does care about her in his own way (even if that doesn’t make him a good guy) and Section 13 remains full of assholes.

However, the fact remains Satan can act aggressively, even towards Yuri, so I wouldn’t exclude him as one reason why she’s dead.

If not him, then someone from Section 13 or the Order in general, because of something resembling a witch hunt.

And if it’s neither, then I’d vouch for her death to be linked to being pregnant with Satan’s sons, namely Rin and his flames.

I hope this answers your question, have a nice day Anon!

#ao no exorcist #yuri egin #okumura rin #fujimoto shiro #ane theory #as of:#ane 107 #anon #answers #i'm worried about the pregnancy 'cause look at that woman killed by arthur who tried to eat the impure princess #poof she died #so yuri's body as a human probably may not have been able to do okay with Rin's flames #hence the whole 'anything i touch is corrupted; like your mom'#and that'd be the most heartbreaking possibility for Rin to witness #and our boy gotta be scared of the past for a good reason i'd say #it'd be so much easier to hate his biological dad for everything #but as far as what happened to Yuri goes this may not be that simple

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badassbutterfly1987 · 2 years

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Another Sin

Pairings: Victor/Koschei

Fandom: Victor the Assassin

Word Count: 1089

Warnings: toxic relationship, gender dysphoria, accidental pregnancy, off-screen forced abortion

Square Filled: 'River' - Eminem & Ed Sheeran

Summary: Victor tries to be logical and make the right choices. That doesn't mean he lacks emotions, especially where Koschei is concerned. He makes a mistake and the consequences are higher than expected.

Victor slid the the spare key into the lock, opened the door as quietly as he could, and entered their temporary apartment. Hopefully, Koschei wasn't-

"Where the hell have you been?"

So much for escaping a scolding. Victor took off his jacket and hung it on the wall hook, not answering immediately. He hoped Koschei wouldn't press the issue.

"I just went out for a while."

Koschei sat at the table silently, piercing blue eyes staring into him. The silence stretched on until it started to become suffocating. Victor could handle violence, could hndle yelling, but the silence...

It was full of unknowns, and that triggered the icy panic in him.

"I'm sorry, I just," Victor stuttered. "I went out for a while. I met someone."

He joined the older man at the table, taking a seat across from him. He focused his attention on his hands because that was easier than seeing the disapointment or anger.

The worst thing about the whole mess was that it started because Victor had felt jealous. Koschei enjoyed the company of others, especially in the physical sense. Victor hadn't been that upset when he was younger; but now he was an adult, and understood, in concept at least, what Koschei did with others.

Leaving him alone in the apartment or safe house or someplace else.

Koschei wasn't exactly a father, or a mentor, or a friend. He had been whatever Victor needed him to be over the years. And now he was an adult with adult desires.

"I'm not a child anymore," Victor said quietly. "I wanted to see what was so great about sex for you, so I-"

"You let someone else touch you?" He was thrown off by the harsh tone. Koschei doesn't give him a chance to defend himself. "You could have been hurt. You could have been infected with a disease or murdered because you were too busy playing a whore."

Victor didn't respond, struggling to take a breath through the tightness in his throat. He tried to ignore the sting of the words.

Koschei didn't talk to him for the rest of the night.

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The following week was mostly normal but there was an underlying tension to it.

Victor tried not to be upset about it. He had behaved foolishly. Besides, Koschei's anger at the situation meant that he cared about his well-being. He wasn't prone to emotional outburts; it meant something that Victor was the exception.

He eventually came to a solution: vodka.

One night, Victor grabbed a couple bottles of vodka from their supply bag. It was used for special occasions; he planned tonight to be one. He sat next to the older man and was initially ignored, as he had been the past week. Still, he didn't let his confidence falter and offered the vodka.

"I'm sorry." The words were bitter but he swallowed his pride down. "I should not have acted the way I did."

Koschei accepted the bottle and the words. He let Victor curl into his side (even when grown, the assassin still made him feel small) so he would know he was forgiven. They drank the vodka in a companionable silence. Victor grimaced at the sweet taste but at least it went down smoothly. He kept drinking; if he was too sober, he'd be too nervous and probably make things awkward.

Victor made it through half the bottle before he had to set it down. His movements were a little more sluggish now and his head felt heavy. Now or never, as the saying went.

He moved to straddle Koschei, hands going to his broad shoulders to keep balance, leaning down to-

Koschei flipped him over with ease, palm against his throat to keep him still. Victor's heart pounded in his chest at the closeness.

"Please," he whispered through a dry throat. "I want this."

"Once I start, I won't stop," Koschei said in a low tone.

Victor clasped at his arms, hopeful and desperate. He had guessed right that his mentor desired him. He said, firmly as he could, "I want you."

The kiss was rough and demanding. Deft fingers undid his shirt. Victor flinched when those fingers stroked his transition scars, uncertain with the new intimacy. Then Koschei's hand trailed down to his pants. He whined as he was groped down there, hot pressure coiling in his stomach.

Koschei kept his word: he didn't stop. He was an adult now, he could handle this.

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That was far from the last time they were 'coupled' together. Victor found himself in the other's bed most nights. It was... not unpleasurable, but his inexperience left him feeling overwhelmed. Sometimes Koschei was careful with him, but there were still mornings where he would leave the bed limping in pain. It was all right though, the assassin just wsn't used to gentleness.

It was fine until he started feeling sick.

Victor wasn't prone to illness but didn't think much of it at first. It was just a bit of nausea and fatigue. He convinced himself of that until it was a month later and he realized he had missed his cycle.

They had been inconsistent about using protection. It had been careless of them. Koschei wouldn't be pleased. Selfishly, he was relieved when Koschei had to leave for a week for a job; it gave him time to think.

Victor curled up in their bed. He tried to imagine the... child growing inside him. He didn't know anything about children; his own childhood had hardly been stable. He didn't even know if he wanted children.

His past was buried in loneliness and misery. His present was under the shadow of an assassin. He couldn't picture a realistic future. He can't get attached to whatever this is.

Still, in the quiet darkness of the apartment, Victor pictures a future with a child. The idea of something growing inside him was disturbing; the idea of having a child of his own, to take care of and love, offered potential.

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Koschei found out soon after he got back. Victor had always had trouble lying to him.

"Do you believe yourself capable of raising child? Of even giving birth to one?" Koschei's words were cutting; he might as well have stabbed him.

Victor doesn't argue with him.

He doesn't resist when he's brought to a discrete doctor for the surgery.

He doesn't picture what that future with a child would look like.

(Victor is surprised by the guilt and grief that consumes him, but that too fades eventually)

#anyfandomangstbingo #victor the assassin #mind the warnings

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kaylabliss · 6 years

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Since I'm posting again...

I figure I'll post about why I've disappeared from Tumblr for about a million years. I missed all you people that I don't actually talk to but enjoy seeing posts from.

This year has been total shit. I don't know what my last "update" was, but I doubt anyone else will remember either.

I'm finally on ADHD medication (as of November), which has made a very slight difference in my ability to function. However, I'm thinking of asking for something different. I'm on Adderall XR, and I'm wondering if Vyvanse would be more helpful. It costs twice as much, but if it helps, it would be worth it.

Despite taking daily amphetamines, I've gained even more weight and I'm at my highest weight since pregnancy. (I'm not taking Adderall for weight loss, of course, but it would have been a really nice side effect. I have little to no appetite, but I still eat way too much because depression anxiety and laziness.)

In January, we found out Toys R Us was closing. My partner has been a supervisor there for ten years, so this was a pretty devastating blow for us. His last day was in April. Fortunately, he was only unemployed for about a month. In the week after TRU closed, he helped a local mom and pop toy store owner move some shelves that they'd bought from the TRU liquidation. That got his foot in the door, and now he's actually making more money there than he was at TRU.... To the tune of an extra $250 a week. Better yet, they love him. And his boss? Small world, he was my favorite patient at my old job. So we're going into this with me already knowing and liking his boss! And a fun bonus: when new movies come out, they rent out entire rows at the theater and all the employees and whoever they want to invite can go see it. Eric went to see Solo with them-- I've been trying to convince him to go out and do things with people for literally our entire relationship, so I was THRILLED about this. Also, the store sells mostly older collectibles, so when he saw what his toys were worth, he was psyched. He sold two of his old action figures this week for $400, and he gets 60% of that on consignment.

The salary increase and extra money is great, because in February, my car broke down. The transmission died, and as it was a POS 1996 Lexus, it would have cost four times what the car was worth to fix it. So we've been sharing a car, which has been difficult, but thankfully both our jobs close at 8 and we're right across the street from each other. While he was still at TRU, he was sometimes getting off around 10, which meant keeping my daughter out way too late. But now we can start saving for a down payment on a car, and actually afford car payments without having to live on ramen.

Also in February, his mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. This has been hard. Last week, she had her final surgery to remove the cancerous mass from her lung. She came home on Thursday and she's doing well. Aside from the anxiety over her diagnosis, this has been hard in about a dozen other ways. She had some moments where she was legitimately scared that she wouldn't get to see Shilo grow up, and this was made even harder when she lost her hair. She looked different, and Shilo acted scared of her. I don't know if she was having trouble recognizing her or what. And then to top it off, they've always been pretty well off financially and have always been able to help out their kids when needed-- including us. But there was a lot of things their insurance didn't pay for, and they had a $100 copay for each radiation treatment for six weeks. We haven't needed help with money, thankfully, but under normal circumstances they may have been able to help us get a new car. They also missed their granddaughter's graduation in Texas, which I know was disappointing. Eric's unemployment was actually helpful though, because he was able to stay home with Shilo for the greater part of his mom's chemo and radiation.

All that aside, there have been a lot of daily stressors and disappointments for me. I don't know how much I should really go into here, since someone could stumble into my blog.... Eh, I think I have it locked from public view, so.

One of the biggest things that bugged me was my mom. I didn't get to see her for Christmas because on Christmas eve, it was more important to her to go pass out coffee at a local men's shelter. (I know it sounds noble, but sometimes I wonder. She's wound up dating several of the men there.) I had to work on Christmas day. I didn't see her until the end of January at my niece's birthday party. She didn't bring Shilo's Christmas presents with her, because we had planned to do lunch before the party but neither of us felt well enough for it, so she decided not to bring the presents. I brought her and Lily's presents, because I knew it could be a while before we could get together, and it was already a month late. After that, she said several times she would come over with them. One day, she had told me she was going to be down the street at Walmart and would drop by... She actually called me from Walmart to ask me for diet advice.... And didn't come over when she was done.

In May, she finally just brought the presents to me at work, because she was at a dentist appointment in the same complex I work in. I didn't ACTUALLY see her until last week.

In all that time, she knew about all the crap I've been going through, and she hasn't checked on me one single time. In fact, the week after my car broke down, she called me to brag that she had traded in her perfectly good, brand new car for an even newer car. This was particularly infuriating to me, because I was busting my ass working overtime and working every single holiday and I was barely making rent (forget any chance of getting even a cheap functioning car), but she's on SSDI and is taking on this huge car payment for literally no reason.

Then, when we finally did get together and go to lunch, she spent the first fifteen minutes listing every celebrity who has ever @ her on Twitter (despite me saying repeatedly "I have no idea who that is" and showing zero interest in the discussion because c'mon), talked about herself the whole time, and didn't ask me any questions about how things are going. When I did manage to get a word in, it was about Shilo's behavior at school, and she took over the conversation again to tell me about this place where you can drop autistic kids off for a few hours (but they're not even a licensed childcare facility, which makes me nervous, and they don't list their prices on their website which means I can't afford them). They also have family classes and actives and whatever, but still, I'm sure I can't afford them.

One of the things that really hurt me though? She had been "too busy" to see us for nearly six months, but she had time to make a 400 mile round trip to the other end of the state to spend time with my high school roommate and her children... Two weekends in a row, including on Mother's Day weekend. But yeah, too fucking busy to see her own daughter and granddaughter. When I tried to confront her on it, she was really blasé about it and deflected the conversation.

And? She didn't tell me that she broke up with her boyfriend months ago, and was not living where I thought she was living. In fact, I'm pretty sure she straight up lied to me about it, because she sent me what appeared to be an accidental text about moving, and when I said "wait what, you're moving?" she said "oh yeah from one trailer to the other" (they were living in a trailer park where you can only stay six months due to the sewage system or something, so they bought two trailers so they could move to the second every six months).

It's all made me feel really alone. I miss my grandma, because she never would have treated me this way. My mom is the only "family" I have, and she has zero interest in being part of my life.

Anyway, done with that section.

Shilo has been very violent at school, to a point where we actually got TWO behavior referrals in one day (a slip explaining her behavior and consequences-- usually involves missing recess, having to eat lunch in the principal's office, and/or writing an apology letter). It's been frustrating, and I haven't been sure what to do since I work so much and have my own issues with executive function and lack the ability to keep a stable routine. I'm hoping next year will be better, and I'm going to get a behavior intervention plan added to her IEP so we can figure out WHY she acts this way instead of just trying to correct the behavior after it happens. They do try to circumvent the behavior, mostly using social stories before transitions and things, but I don't think it's working.

Another big thing is that I got my IUD removed, and while I'm pissed about having a real menstrual cycle again, I'm shocked at some of the effects the IUD had on me that I didn't even realize. It turns out it was really dampening my sex drive, and portions of my personality. Suddenly I was interested in sex again and attracted to anything that moves lmao. An increased sex drive is a bad thing for me though, which I won't go into here.... But in short, let's say that it's caused some hurt feelings due to rejection.

So yeah, that's most of it. If you actually read my wall of text and whining, thanks! You're a champ.

#personal #complaining

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thiamlife · 7 years

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54 & 80 please x

54. “Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?”

80. “Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”

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NOTE: This is acontinuation of prompt 53. “Take your shirt off.” that I answered (Click here to read)

Liam had marked him. Now Theo would technically beconsidered “his” until Liam’s scent faded and the scars healed in a few weeksduring the full moon. Full moons were the only time you could permanently marksomeone, and thank god it hadn’t been one the other night because this wasalready awkward enough, Liam thought to himself as he walked home from school.He decided he needed some time to think and to maybe delay actually going homefor a bit longer. Their spirited friendship that had been steadily growing intosomething more had disappeared and now there was nothing but tension surroundingthem. Mostly because they still had yet to talk about Liam marking Theo or thefact that Hayden had marked Liam. Their shared bedroom that used to smell likethem had turned sour. It now reeked of the clashing scents of Hayden, Liam,Theo, anxiety, and something else that Liam couldn’t decipher. That didn’t stopTheo from climbing into his bed at night. He would wake up with Theo wrappedaround him only for them to go back to not talking as soon as the sun rose. Ithad only been a couple days, but Liam knew it was only a matter of time beforeone of them couldn’t hold back anymore and exploded. Which is why when hefinally got home and found Theo sitting on his bed like a human statue, he knewhe had to tread carefully… very carefully.

Deciding the best way to go about it was to act like nothingwas wrong he called out a friendly “Hey!” as he threw his backpack in thecorner and went to change out of his sweaty clothes. Theo didn’t respond, justcontinued sitting there with his hands on his knees staring straight at thebathroom.

“Oookay, or not.” Liam murmured sarcastically. “I had agreat day thanks for asking! Aced my history test, practice was kind of a bitchbut otherwise-”

“Why is there apregnancy test in the trash?” Theo’s icy voice cut him off. Oh shit. Shitshit shit. Hayden was supposed to take it with her that night!

“Liam.” He said slicing into Liam’s thoughts and finallyturning his head to look at him. “Why isthere a pregnancy test in the trash?”

“I, uhh, I…” Liam stuttered trying to think of something.ANYTHING.

“It’s mine.” Hayden announced breezing into the room and movingto stand next to Liam earning a somewhat terrifying snarl from Theo. Liamwhipped his head in her direction as his eyes got wide. This was not going tobe good. He still hadn’t told Theo why Hayden was back, why she “accidentally”marked him. He may have lied just a little bit… Hayden didn’t mark himaccidentally, she did it with intent. Which is why they were in this whole messedup situation.

“Theo,” Liam said putting his hands up, “let me explain.” Haydenput her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it back and forth and he didn’t miss Theonarrowing his eyes or his fingers subtly balling up into a fist. Was she tryingto get herself killed?

“You don’t have to explain anything to him.” Yep, she was definitelytrying to provoke Theo.

“Quickly, Liam. Quickly.” Theo pushed through clenchedteeth, eyes still glued to where Hayden was touching him. Liam decided he didn’tlike the feel of her touch anymore, it just felt…wrong. So he casually shruggedout of her hold and busied himself by finishing putting on a new shirt.

“So it’s, uhh, well see, she… hmmm.” Was all he could say,frowning while trying to come up with a good place to start.

“It’s okay Liam.” Hayden said trying to soothe his nerveswhen in reality it had the opposite effect because nothing about this was okay. “You’remaking him nervous, maybe you should just go.” She continued, turning to lookat Theo in annoyance.

Theo scoffed, “I live here and I’m not going anywhere untilone of you tell me why there’s a pregnancy test in the trash.” Liam couldliterally feel the hot rush of blood creeping up his neck and face as both ofthem turned to look at him.

“Okay so… basically Hayden came back because she thought shewas pregnant and she thought that I was the dad. When the test came backnegative she said that she wanted to get back together and may have gotten alittle angry when I said I didn’t know if I wanted that anymore. So she markedme in order to make me give her a chance. And then you called and said youneeded help so I came to you without changing which is why you could smell herand the blood and yeah…” Liam rushed out taking a huge inhale of air after. Theo’sface had turned more hostile by the second while Hayden had looked bored withthe whole situation.

The silence was palpable as Theo and Liam looked at eachother. Liam was trying to figure out what to do or say next. Hayden needed togo, she was upsetting Theo and that alone was starting to really bother Liam.He was just about to suggest that Hayden come back another time to talk but shespoke first.

Clapping her hands together, “Right. So now that it’s allcleared up, Theo would you be a dear and leave so Liam and I can talk?” Theo’seyes flashed showing how hard he was fighting his wolf for control.

“So let me get this straight.” Theo purred with a deadly calmvoice which told Liam that Hayden should be very afraid. Strangely, she seemedindifferent and Liam realized she had no idea just how intense Theo could bewhen it came to him. Theo began to stalk towards her as he continued hisspeech. “You left him, very easily might I add, right before shit hit the fan.And now you decide to waltz right back in here when everything is good again,with a bullshit claim about having Liam’s baby, and expect to pick up rightwhere you left off?” Liam watched Hayden take one step back, and then two. Good!She was finally understanding the danger she had been so carelessly flirtingwith. Liam snagged Theo’s wrist as he approached, to stop him from going anyfurther, and noticed the slight easing of tension from Theo’s posture. It wasn’tmuch but it was enough to let Liam know that Theo was grounded.

Hayden nodded her head as if saying yes to Theo’s lastquestion. “So while he was risking his life,” with that Theo turned to look athim “which by the way we have yet to discuss your bad habit with being reckless,”and then turned back to Hayden “multiple times, getting beat up by his own “friends”,and getting shot at by hunters you were where doing what?” He spat. “Oh that’s right,you ran and didn’t look back.” Theo went to step forward again but Liam dug oneclaw into his forearm reminding him with pain to stop. Hayden sniffed, and thensniffed again.

Her head snapped up, looking between the two of them. “Youmarked him?!” She screeched. Liam nodded making her growl. Theo smirked,relishing in the fact that she realized she was beneath him. Hayden let thechange take over, claws and fangs coming out as her eyes melted into amber.

Theo rolled his neck readying for a fight and pulled out ofLiam’s grasp. “Theo…Hayden… don’t.” Liam growled in warning, letting his clawsslide out in case he had to get in the middle of them.

Hayden was breathing heavy with anger and Theo tsked. “Listento Liam little girl, leave. You’re not ready to play in the big leagues.” Hetaunted. She raised her arm and took a swipe at Theo just barely cutting hischeek. A single drop of blood ran down Theo’s face and he produced the mostsinister smile Liam had ever seen. He left his wolf push to the surface andquickly stepped between his first love and the boy he had somehow fallen for.

Pushing against Theo’s chest as Theo tried to lunge forHayden was proving to be more difficult than he expected. “Hayden leave! NOW!”His voice boomed. He heard her snarl behind him but soon after her overwhelmingscent was gone and the front door was slammed.

“Theo.” He called out trying to reach him. “THEO!” He triedagain. “She’s gone. Nothing bad is goingto happen, baby, I promise.” Theo stopped trying to get to the door afterhearing the endearment but was still not close to being human. “Come back tome.” Liam spoke softly this time finally gaining eye contact with two golden eyes.“I need you here.” Liam watched as Theo’s eyes slowly shifted back to normaland he sighed in relief.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one with anger issues.”He joked, trying to lighten the mood a tad and smiling upon seeing a light gringrace Theo’s face.

“When it comes to you, I have a variety of issues. Jealousybeing a very big one.” Theo replied stepping back a little. “And Liam, if Iever smell her in this house again you’re going to have more than just angerissues to deal with.” He cautioned.

“Noted.” Liam laughed and nodded. A look suddenly crossedTheo’s face that made Liam a little nervous. “What?” He managed to squeak rightbefore Theo grabbed his shirt and lifted it up revealing the scars on his rightside.

Theo looked down at them and then back up at him. “This mayhurt…” he sighed as his claws slid out.

“Now Theo, you know these are going to fade in a fe-” Liamlet out a piercing growl as Theo dug his claws in and reopened the marks makingsure to go deep enough so that they would heal and become his mark instead ofHayden’s. Liam gritted his teeth and hissed when Theo pulled his claws out.

“Mine.” Theo exclaimed.

Liam nodded let out a tight breath and then punched him hardin the stomach. “That hurt asshole, you could have warned me.”

Pulling in rugged breaths, “I literally said “This may hurt…”dumbass” Theo wheezed. Liam went to the bathroom to wipe up the tricklesof blood running down his side. When he came back, Theo was already laying onhis side of the bed with his arms open and waiting. He climbed in and scootedinto Theo’s embrace. Before the marking incident, they always took a nap beforedinner, but this time it was different. Theo felt safe, and warm, and… his.

He was on the edge of sleep when he heard Theo mutter “Mine.”With a hushed whisper he responded “Yours.” And then they were out.

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Just like the prompt for 53 I loved writing this and I hope all of you liked the continuation! Can’t wait to see what y’all think!

XO - K

#thiam #thiam drabble #drabble #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf

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