#yeah these are my bastards and i love them they will be heavily written into rooses lore

[flaysmen]

@brokenalibi​  said:  ❝  I  need  more  bastard  content  thanks  Jen.  ❞

     I  didn't  think  anyone  would  be  interested  in  anything  else  bastard  related  but  once  again  Zatan  proves  me  wrong.  In  the  original  post  with  their  sketched  out  concepts  I  mentioned  that  I  was  looking  into  Roose's  book  based  lore.  I  will  be  reading  the  books  as  soon  as  I  finish  the  show,  and  honestly  with  the  information  I  pulled  from  the  book  series  wikis  I  most  definitely  plan  on  basing  Roose  on  the  book  series  rather  than  the  TV  series.  While  glazing  through  the  wiki  I  found  out  what  the  First  Night  tradition  was.  Considering  that  Ramsay  came  to  be  from  this  I  thought  it'd  be  interesting  if  Ramsay  had  more  bastards  because  of  this.

     So  here  are  his  bastard  twins,  Segovia  and  Lucius  Snow.  Their  mother's  name  is  Astrid,  her  husband  is  Nikolai  Ashborn.  Thankfully  for  Astrid's  sake  Nikolai  doesn't  enjoy  having  a  woman  in  his  bed,  their  marriage  a  ploy  to  those  around  them.  A  year  after  the  birth  of  the  twins,  Nikolai  and  Astrid  did  have  their  own  child  since  it  was  obvious  that  the  twins  weren't  his.  On  the  first  night,  Astrid  actually  enjoyed  her  time  with  Roose  and  insisted  that  the  night  go  on  longer.  She  never  told  the  twins  who  their  father  was,  but  Segovia  was  able  to  figure  it  out.  While  she  wasn't  quite  book  smart  like  her  brother  Lucius,  Segovia  learned  how  to  read  and  work  people.  Just  based  off  how  her  mother  would  speak  about  the  Lord  of  Leeches  and  how  she  looked  at  him  when  he'd  pass  through  their  village  for  annual  checks.  After  she  knew  the  truth,  the  next  time  Roose  Bolton  passed  through  the  small  village,  she  threw  a  straw  doll  with  nails  jammed  into  its  head,  hands,  and  feet,  trying  her  best  to  replicate  his  house  sigil.  The  two  made  eye  contact,  and  without  any  words  falling  from  her  lips  Segovia  told  him  ❛  I  know  our  secret.  ❜  She  of  course  told  Lucius  what  she  knew  and  about  two  other  bastards  who  were  clearly  their  half  siblings.

     The  third  bastard  is  Clauneck  Snow,  his  mother  being  Eissa.  When  she  was  wed  to  Ivan  Erikson,  Roose  claimed  the  first  night.  Ivan  had  no  objections  but  was  disgusted  with  his  wife  afterwards,  he  never  laid  with  her.  When  he  found  out  she  was  pregnant  he  abandoned  her,  his  body  was  found  in  the  woods  weeks  later,  his  death  caused  by  being  attacked  by  a  wild  animal.  After  Clauneck  was  born,  Eissa  started  working  in  a  brothel.  She  never  tried  to  make  contact  with  Roose  when  her  son  was  born,  Roose  found  out  about  Clauneck  after  one  of  his  banner-men  had  seen  Clauneck  playing  with  other  children  in  the  area.  Segovia  later  sought  out  Clauneck,  curious  to  who  her  half  brother  was.  Clauneck  thought  Segovia's  interest  in  him  was  because  she  was  attracted  to  him,  he  found  out  the  hard  way  that  it  wasn't  when  he  tried  to  kiss  her  which  resulted  in  her  kneeing  him  in  the  crotch.  She  yelled  at  him  stating  that  they  were  siblings,  Clauneck  followed  it  with   ❝   Just  because  our  last  names  are  Snow  doesn't  mean  we're  related.  ❞   She  kneed  him  in  the  groin  again  then  informed  him  of  who  their  father  was  then  called  him  a  ❝  half  wit  whore.   ❞

     Clauneck's  strengths  are  his  swordsmanship,  his  physical  strength,  and  quickness.  Lucius  is  incredibly  book smart  and  well  versed  in  the  art  of  healing.  Segovia's  strong suit  is  being  able  to  read  people,  figure  out  what  drives  them,  their  intentions,  and  so  on.  The  three  grew  close,  almost  inseparable.  Roose  took  notice  of  this  and  started  watching  them  closely.  Out  of  all  his  bastards,  Clauneck  was  the  first  to  be  legitimized.  After  he  earned  his  father's  family  name,  he  met  Ramsay  who  told  him  the  fate  of  Domeric.  Clauneck  took  this  tale  as  a  threat,  out  of  fear,  Clauneck  ran  off  to  The  Wall  to  join  The  Night's  Watch.  

     Seeing  that  Roose  lost  another  son,  instead  of  just  giving  Lucius  his  last  name,  he  asked  if  he  wanted  it.  Lucius  said  he  wouldn’t  mind  having  it,  seeing  on  how  he  had  planned  on  going  to  Oldtown  to  study  in  the  Citadel  it  wouldn’t  matter,  but  he  would  return  after  finishing  his  chain  to  be  the  Dreadfort’s  maester  if  that’s  something  Roose wanted.  Lucius  did  take  on  the  Bolton  name.  Segovia  is  legitimized  after  Ramsay,  it’s  not  because  Roose  was  particularly  fond  of  her,  or found  her  useful  in  anyway,  his  thoughts  on  it  being  that  he  might  be  able  to  arrange  a  marriage  with  another  house  to  strengthen  an  ally  ship.  Segovia  wasn’t  pleased  with  this  when  she  found  out.

Here  is  a  piece  I  did  of  Segovia  and  Lucius.

     Below  the  cut  is  something  short  I  wrote  up  on  the  twins  and  their  mother.

     Roose  Bolton’s  bastard  twins  may  have  his  blood  flowing  through  their  veins,  yet  they  lack  the  coldness  of  his  heart.  Instead,  what  beats  in  their  thoracic  cage  is  their  mother’s  love.  The  warmth  that  it  brings  in  their  chest  is  one  that  can  combat  the  Northern  winds.  Their  compassion  could  never  be  hidden  by  ghost  grey  eyes  ;  their  only  feature  that  proved  they  were  Roose’s.  Every  other  trait  they  hosted  was  gifted  by  their  mother,  a  lowborn  with  a  queen’s  beauty,  if  only  she  was  born  to  a noble  family...  maybe  her  children  would  be  fully  acknowledged  by  their  father.

[whiskeynwriting]

When You Say My Name

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Size kink, mask kink, dirty talk, open-ish relationship, kinda cheating?, very brief mention of oral sex (f receiving), semi-public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, alcohol consumption

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A/N: Disclaimer - this is written at the point in time before Graves’ betrayal of 141. Also, I hate that bastard. Also also, Ty to @thesleepingmusicneek for beta reading 🥰

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There once was a time where you were treated that way, like the center of attention, the only girl in the world. He’d keep you close, take you out, buy you drinks and gifts and truly, whatever you wanted. His attention was yours and there was no other woman in the world that could compete with it. Everything you could hope to hear, he’d tell you - you’re perfect, I love you, you’re mine. That was, until about a month ago. Now, all of those privileges have been handed off to whatever woman he deems fit for the night. But that was only supposed to be while he was on leave, not while he was home, and most certainly not in front of your goddamn face.

Easily, tears sting your eyes and a jealous lump forms heavily in your throat. Your veins feel like ice and unpleasant embarrassment creeps through your bones. Out of mere spite, you watch them, heart pounding when you hear Graves greet her with, hey doll, alongside a hug and kiss on the cheek. You thought that was only your nickname; he’d never called another woman that, not in the year you’ve been together. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Phil told you he’d met this woman on his last deployment, and that told you everything you needed to know. You’d assumed with him coming home, you’d spend the evening together, not out at some shitty bar. Still, you came to see him, even though he was acting like he’d rather do anything else than see you. Even off the plane, he greeted you with a simple smile, a half-hug. The only man that approached you with genuine excitement, was Simon.

The hug Ghost gave you lifted your feet from the ground, tight and firm and full of happiness. He’s become a rather close friend as of late; for some reason, you find him easy to talk to. You met when Shadow Company joined 141 on their latest missions, no more than a few months ago now. And since then, you’ve managed to greet each other after every mission, making sure to send the other off when the next trip came around, too. And in between those occasions, Phil would often find the two of you on base together, usually in one of the common rooms. You’d be eating together, or playing pool, sometimes cards. Friendship was the word you often used, but Graves never fully bought it. Slowly but surely, jealousy crept up inside him, and you were more than aware of it.

Right now, though, that nasty, green emotion is consuming you. Your blood boils while you watch him continue to flirt, keeping an arm around her back and a hand securely on her hip. Graves buys her a shot, and then a drink, things he didn’t do for you when you joined him at the bar all but fifteen minutes ago. But then they’re sitting down together and she’s running her hand up his thigh and Christ, you feel like you’re going to be sick. As soon as he approached her, you retreated to the back of the pub, finding the farthest, darkest booth to sulk in. And still, you watch them, torturing yourself.

“All by yourself back here?”

“Fuck,” Jolting, your head snaps up, eyes falling on the bulky figure that is Simon Riley. “Hey, I… yeah.”

“Why’s that?” Casually, he makes himself comfortable, taking the seat across from you with a light sigh. It was something you bonded over, being loners. This type of scene wasn’t his thing, so of course, he came and found you.

Lifting both hands, he sets two glasses on the table, pushing one toward you. “For me?” You ask with a humorous smile, and he nods.

“That fruity thing you like.” Ghost responds before pulling up the edge of his mask to nurse his bourbon. And although you’re in no mood for company, his presence is comforting. Honestly, there’s no one else you’d rather have join you. “Why’re you alone, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart, a name that fell from his lips often. But only for you. Something Graves never liked.

The sentiment behind the name fills you with warmth, alongside the fact that he remembered your drink order. His entire presence prompts a new brew of emotions to swirl inside of you, clashing incredibly with the negativity brought on by Phil.

“Didn’t wanna see any more of that.” Jerking your head in Phil’s direction, you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, I, uh…” Ghost looks over as well, taking in the situation. “I’d consider that cheating, if it were me.” He’s honest, he always is.

A huff of annoyance leaves your lips; his comment only stirs the embers that were once settling in your gut. “Yeah, well, lucky for him it’s not.”

“What?” Simon scoffs, turning back toward you. You’re not able to see his expressions, not with that balaclava in the way. In fact, you can hardly see any of his features. With his black hood pulled up, that mask on and even those boney gloves covering his fingers, he’s quite hidden. Something you’ve always found alluring about him.

“Yeah…”

“Pardon my prodding, but…” Leaning in, Simon scoffs once again, a type of chuckle bouncing from his lips. “What kind of sense is that?”

Since the very first day you met, Simon had an interest in you. He thought you were gorgeous; a cute, sexy little thing that he wanted to keep close to him. That, on top of his general dislike for Graves, made it easy for him to disapprove of your relationship. And he wasn’t ever too subtle about it, either.

One big, dramatic sigh leaves your mouth, your head tilting back against the booth. “It’s complicated.”

He just shrugs. “Fill me in.” Leaning back, he takes another sip from his glass, watching the way your eyes follow his movements. Ghost allows you to take in this small sight, his scarred skin, his growing stubble, the view not many are given. Intriguing. “Unless, you’d rather I just go…”

“No.” Your response is instant. “No, I don’t want you to go. I just… I don’t want you to think badly of him.”

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks of him.” And you figure, he’s right. Phil isn’t exactly being secretive about this.

“He, well… he asked me for a, um… an open… relationship.” Ghost simply hums, a thoughtful noise as he nods. “He asked for it about a month ago.”

An open relationship, he thinks. Does that mean… she can sleep with other people, too?

“And you agreed to that?”

Another big sigh. “Yeah.”

“But you didn’t want to?” It’s almost like Simon is laying this out for you, trying to get you to see that Graves is just using you. Clearly, this arrangement isn’t fair.

“I… ugh. Yeah. I just didn’t want to cut things off completely, but… it looks like I should’ve just taken the hit. Would’ve been a hell of a lot easier than this.”

“He’s been with other women?” Ghost clarifies, trying to get the full picture. It baffles him, honestly. How could one man be so disloyal? And to you, of all people?

“Yep, quite a few. He tells me almost every time. Claims the honesty is good.”

Simon laughs at this. “Or he’s just clearing his conscience.”

“Exactly.”

A small lull wafts through your conversation, and in this pause, Simon knows what he wants to say. He knows what he wants to ask and absolutely has the balls to ask it. But is it the right time? Would you find his prodding offensive? Genuinely, he does cherish your friendship, but he’s wondering if this is his chance to make it something more.

“And have you?” Simon finally asks, the words coming out gently.

“Hm?”

“Been with anyone?”

The question isn’t exactly shocking. It’s no secret that Simon is interested in you, and with the way the conversation is going, it was only a matter of time before he asked.

“No, it didn’t interest me. I mean, not at first, anyway.” You’re speaking so openly that you don’t even register that you’ve said it before it leaves your mouth. And when it does, your face runs hot, wondering if he caught on to your wording.

“At first?” Of course he caught onto it. Would she be open to it? He wonders enthusiastically, Do I really have a chance of this going my way?

“Yeah, but I’m starting to think…” Fuck it. “Why not?” A dry laugh comes from your throat, rolling your eyes. “Maybe I should just start moving on.”

With excitement stirring inside him, Simon tries his best to suppress the expression on his still-exposed lips, which are now tilting upward into a mischievous grin. This is just what he wants to hear. And now that you’ve given him somewhat of an opening, he thinks he’ll shoot his shot. “Well… you know I’m always here for you.”

“Yeah?” Laughing at his comment, you look up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Would he… would he really do this?

With a wicked smile, Simon squints his eyes at you. Hand wrapped firmly around his glass, those thick fingers slide over the condensation, gaze never parting from your own. “I think you know what it means.”

All too often, all too much, these sinful thoughts have crossed his mind. He’s indulged in them, fantasizing about you every time he got the chance. Thinking about how your perfect ass would look bouncing back against him, lubed up with your velvety heat swallowing him whole. Those pretty lips, what would they look like with your cheeks bulging, throat desperately trying to accommodate him? The way you sway your hips makes him want to pin you down, shove himself inside just to watch his dick press against your belly.

Ghost’s offer, or what seems to be an offer, is shocking to you. Finally, you think; a blatant display of his interest. You were starting to think he’d never make a move.

With one last glance over at Phil, you make an easy decision. Seeing him so blatantly disregard not only you, but your entire relationship, has you fuming. And feeling this much pain makes you want to hurt him back. What better way to do that than with Simon? The same man Graves has been jealous of, the same man you’ve wanted for months.

With a flirtatious smirk, you rest your elbows on the table, leaning your weight onto them. The circumstance has butterflies swarming your stomach, but there isn’t a single ounce of hesitancy inside. Just pure, simple excitement.

“Why don’t you spell it out for me?” Now, you need to get the full picture. The last thing you want is to make an even bigger fool of yourself tonight by assuming things.

“I want you.” Simon returns easily. “And you know it, too.”

Playing coy, you shrug, sitting back in your seat. “I don’t know anything. You’ve never made a move.” And your teasing prompts a deep breath from him.

“Well, if I knew about this situation a little sooner, I might’ve.” Eyeing you up and down, Simon’s gaze is slow, saturating your body with his attention. “The late nights we’ve had, those moments on the couch, those sweet hugs every time I come home…”

“I like seeing you come home.” It’s hard to play dumb when you so desperately want him too.

“I wanna come home to you.”

Finally, he’s won, he’s gotten in the last word. Because now, you’re simply stunned. Words escape you, your lips parting in shock. From the way he’s phrasing it, Simon isn’t looking for a simple hookup. He’s interested in you.

“I’ll tell you what,” Ghost then offers, downing the rest of his drink. “I’m gonna head out for a smoke. Whether or not you choose to follow me, is your choice.”

Standing, he steps toward the door, only a few feet from where you’re both seated in the back. But before he leaves, he glances down at you, gently tapping your chin with his thumb. “You know what I want.”

He’s giving you a chance to think this over, to really decide what you want. Because to him, this means more than sex, and you know that.

“Didn’t even have a chance to light a cig.” Simon chuckles, watching you approach him through the dark.

When you find him, he’s leaning up against the bar’s outer wall, cigarette in hand. And when he leans upright, standing to his full height again, you’re mesmerized. Alluring doesn’t do this man justice.

With a small sigh, Ghost watches you step into his space, one gloved hand lifting to your face. He cups it then, swipes his thumb over the bone of your cheek. And his touch feels invigorating on your skin.

“You gonna tell me what you want?”

Offering a small nod, you keep his gaze, something he likes. “You.”

And this time, it’s a gravely sigh, a firm breath as he holds your face with both hands. Easily, smoothly, he’s bringing himself down to you, watching as you rise to the tips of your toes to meet him. You grab onto his forearms, feeling his breath against your face, his lips against your own. And it’s everything you imagined it would be. His kiss is firm and determined; he tastes like betrayal and excitement, like an antidote mixed with poison.

Already, he’s shoving his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, moaning quietly when you reciprocate the action. He doesn’t have an ounce of restraint in him, not anymore, not when you’re acting like this. The eagerness he exudes is so easily returned, like the two of you have been waiting for this moment. And honestly, you don’t know why you haven’t thought about this before. You’re in an open relationship and you haven’t even considered fucking Ghost?

Soft groans vibrate against your mouth before he’s whispering, “C’mere.”

To your delight, he pulls you further in, dropping his hands from your face to your waist. Your height difference prompts him to dive even further down, mouthing at you with an unexpected amount of desire. It fills your insides with excitement, with lust, your nerves sizzling as you continue to chase his touch. And on his end, Simon can barely catch his fucking breath. He’s been waiting for this, fucking dreaming of this. Being this close to you has his heart pounding, his adrenaline rushing.

Naturally, your hands move from his arms to his neck, holding him in the way you’ve been wanting to for so many months. And you think now, Graves finally has something to be jealous of.

“You want me?” Simon asks again, smile growing against your lips. Boldly, those broad palms find your ass, squeezing harshly.

There hasn’t been a single goddamn day in your relationship with Graves where you felt this good, this desired, this genuinely wanted. The way Simon kisses you is dizzying and he tastes like fucking nirvana. Everything about this man is a turn on, from his strength and power to the raw masculinity you so obviously drool over. You’ve longed for this, dreamt about this, what it would feel like to kiss him, touch him, fuck him.

“Yes, yeah.” Your nod is rapid, fingers petting along that sharp jawline.

“I want you; I want you, sweetheart.” He’s mumbling against your lips, moaning wantonly when your tongue makes its way into his mouth. Eagerly, he returns the sentiment, running the wet muscle over your own in slow, heated strokes. “I want you now.”

Regardless of his wording, you don’t expect him to pull you back the way he does, yanking you into the bar’s side alley. Pushing you into the cold, brick wall, Simon presses himself to your back, whispering gruffly into your ear, “That too rough for you?”

Already, he’s rubbing himself against your ass, grinding himself over your taught jeans and wrapping both arms around your belly. Those sinfully sweet lips then find a home on your neck, along your jaw. Everything is moving so fast that it has your heart racing, blood rushing, arousal flooding your system and burning hot between your legs.

Before you can respond, he’s reaching up with both hands, fondling you over your shirt. And the unexpected action has a shiver running throughout the entirety of your body, feeling those broad palms fist your breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples, groping them with overt enthusiasm.

“Perfect fucking tits…”

“No,” Meeting his actions, you soon form a rhythm, swaying your hips back against him. “I like, like when you’re rough.” It’s almost embarrassing, the way you stutter. But you can’t find it in you to care, not when he groans with approval against the base of your neck.

Even through his jeans, you can feel him, hanging thick and heavy between his legs. Continually, he ruts his crotch against your ass, holding you close while breathing humid breaths down your neck and back.

“Fuck… you already feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Ghost chuckles, grabbing onto your hips. “I can make you feel better.”

“Please.” It’s taking everything in you to not reach behind and pull off his mask, to not run your fingers through his hair and tug on the strands.

“Here?” He clarifies, more than willing. And you’ve never done anything close to this but you’ve also never been more excited in your entire goddamn life.

“Yeah,” Nodding, you gulp, feeling dizzy from his affection. “Yes, baby.”

Drunk on him and maybe your few drinks, you’re still sober enough to know you won’t regret any of this. Whether it’s a one-time thing or the start of something more, you won’t regret this.

“Mm…” Using both hands, he cups you, kneading the covered flesh of your backside with slow, firm grabs. He’s eyed you up and down so many times before tonight, imagining what it’d be like to grab you like this. But even through his unwavering lust, he has to be honest. “Haven’t got a condom, love.” It comes out as a mumble, the only time you’ve ever heard Ghost become hesitant.

“I didn’t want one.” It comes alongside a small laugh, a cheeky grin he can just barely see.

Instantly, he’s releasing a breath, moving spit-slick lips to your cheek for a quick kiss. “Perfect girl.” With a pleasant smile of his own, he drops his chin to your shoulder, fingers moving to undo your jeans. And the small ounce of praise has your insides flaming. “My girl.”

His, his.

Keeping his chin against your shoulder, he glances down, sighing when he pushes your jeans past the swell of your backside. Another squeeze, eyes glued to the sight of your bare skin, just as soft and smooth as he’d always imagined. Briefly, he wants to drop to his knees, kiss the sweet flesh he’s only gotten small teases of, bite into it, mark it. But he doesn’t have time for that, not when you’re out in public like this.

Unzipping his fly and popping the button on his pants is quick work, and though the lull is brief, your anticipation continues to grow evermore. You can feel the moment he’s free, resting himself between your cheeks. He’s hot to the touch, and noticeably throbbing.

“Baby…” Slowly, he slides, up and down between your cheeks. A wet trail quickly forms, his prespend smearing across your lower back.

“You want me?” He says it while slithering a hand around to your front, hooking two fingers into your panties so he can pull them down. Forgoing his aggressive nature for this moment, for you, two fingers then find your throbbing nerves, his touch sweet and delicate.

“Yes.”

“Need you to say it, love.” His entire body is pressed against your back, keeping you warm and safe. “Need you to tell me.”

Thick fingers toy with your entrance, dipping inside to get a small taste of your wetness, and it feels like fireworks are going off inside your stomach. He then drags both digits up to your clit, circling it while kissing your neck.

“I want you,” Lolling your head back onto his shoulder, you’re surprised at how quickly he then moves. Instantly, he’s retracting his hand and pumping himself against your ass, using the other to spread you open.

“Say it again.” Ghost requests, pressing himself against your thin skin, your pink lips.

“I want you.”

With his swollen tip spreading you open from behind, he pushes forward, groaning openly at your welcoming warmth. Every inch is intimidating, the push of his hips forcing you to accommodate him. Which is easy, especially when he licks up your neck, kissing your jawline and cheek. It’s sloppy, the way he mouths at you, the passion he gives you.

“Simon,” Both palms help to steady yourself against the wall as he continues, shoving himself inside inch by devastating inch. Christ, you can’t even imagine what it’d be like to have him in your mouth.

“Fucking hell,” A forced breath, like the wind had just been knocked from his lungs. It’s only released when he’s entirely inside, pelvis flush with your ass. “Christ, love when you say my name.”

Both of those strong arms then wrap themselves around your center, keeping you entirely against him. Almost naturally, you’re dropping a hand, cupping the space between your legs. You can’t help it, you just want to feel him, your fingertips caressing his base, his scrotum. And that has him losing his goddamn mind, throbbing against your walls in return. Nosing gently over your head, he groans - hums, the simple action showing him just how much you adore this.

Running a hand down your outer thigh, Ghost begins to move, his actions slow but firm. And every drag lights your insides on fire; it’s such an adrenaline rush to finally have him inside.

“How can that bastard ignore you like that?” Simon mumbles, more so to himself than anything else. “Look so fucking sexy in this… perfect body, in these tight little jeans.”

“Baby…” His thrusts are becoming quicker, harder, working himself up to the breaking point that’s soon to come. But not too fast, he wants to make this last.

“Been wanting to feel you since Graves brought you to base.” Ghost suddenly admits, the smack of his pelvis against your skin beginning to radiate into the night.

The words he’s using are truly a force to be reckoned with, every single syllable melting you to absolute putty at his feet. He sounds so serious and genuine, so dominant, so possessive. This is everything you’ve wanted.

Breathless, you look back at him, an adoring smirk crossing your face. “Really?”

“Fuck, yes.” Nipping aggressively at your neck, he moans, Ghost fucking moans.

“You should’ve said something earlier then.”

And at that comment, you think back to Phil. Should you really be doing this? You know it will upset him; but whether or not he has a right to be upset has yet to be determined.

“Yeah? Would you have chosen me instead?” Bringing you back to the present is that gravelly voice, deep and beautifully accented.

Yeah… fuck Graves, and fuck that relationship.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” Simon asks again, pleasantly surprised by your answer.

“Fuck yes.” Reaching back, you find his head, hand sliding down the nape of his neck. You need to hold onto him, somehow, you need to feel more of him.

Honestly, you would have. And you don’t care if that makes you a shitty person or a shitty girlfriend; you gave your all to Phil and he took it for granted.

“You really mean that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, baby. I’m so happy you want me.” Forcing yourself back against him, you bounce off his pelvis, driving him deeper inside.

“Christ,” Dropping his head, his face falls to your bare shoulder, mouthing at you again and again.

Laughing, you chastise him gently. “You’re gonna leave a mark.”

“Want to.” Comes his returned mumble, hands securing themselves to your hips. “Fuck.”

It’s like he can’t even see straight; feeling the gorgeous woman that you are rolling your hips back against him. Asking for more, pulling him in for more.

In the middle of the night, half naked in a fucking backalley, you feel so incredibly exposed; but Ghost makes it feel like you’ve been doing this together all your lives. He touches you like he knows you, like he’s done it a million times. It’s comforting, his presence exuding a warm sense of safety.

Rolling your hips backward, your brows furrow, soft moans continuing to escape you. Images of Simon’s fully naked body suddenly begin to run rampant in your mind, wishing so desperately to experience more of him. His muscles and scars, the light blonde hair leading down to his pelvis, his broad back and wide hands. You want to touch every inch of him, hold him, feel him.

Christ, did you pick the wrong man when you met them. Simon feels so incredibly different than Graves; veinier, thicker. Every inch forces you open, spreads your legs just a bit wider, makes your whines just a little bit higher. It hurts so good and you can’t help but cry out for him.

“Oh… I love that.” Simon admits, slowing to a harsh grind against your ass.

“Baby,”

“You like how that feels?” Pulling out only about an inch or so, he shoves himself back in, harsh but not aggressive.

Simon’s body reacts so openly to your own, his lungs shivering with every breath just from the feeling, the sensation of your warmth. And every movement creates a delicious force of friction between your bodies, heat building, arousal peaking.

“Give me control,” He rumbles deeply into your ear, lips briefly brushing by. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

You can smell the bourbon on his breath, can feel the way he grabs for your hips and ass. And at that moment, you fully give in, halting your sultry motions and letting him do whatever the fuck he wants.

“Keep holding onto me like that,” He requests, feeling your nails dig into the skin of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, it turns me on.”

“Simon, fuck I, I can’t…”

“Can't what, sweetheart?” He’s kissing all over your face, your cheek and chin and jaw, sloppy movements to match his increasingly erratic thrusts.

“Can’t believe I didn’t choose you.”

And that shoots a surge of energy through his bones, his thrusts now the product of his unwavering strength. It forces you to shriek, to cry out for him and release the most beautifully whorish sound Simon’s ever heard in his entire life. He fucks into you relentlessly, one arm sliding up to grope your chest again.

“We’re not being very subtle.” Choking out the words, you huff, feeling him punch against your most delicate spot.

“Don’t give a damn.” Comes his mumbled response, mouthing at your neck. “You’re mine, and I want Graves to see.”

“Really, baby?” Your breaths are rapid and heavy, lightheaded from everything you’re experiencing.

“Unless you tell me no, unless I hear otherwise, you’re mine.”

Dipping a hand down, he finds your precious little bud, rubbing firm circles into it. Immediately, your hips jerk beneath his touch, gasps floating from your throat.

“Look how responsive you are,” Nuzzling into your cheek, he kisses it. “Pretty little lover.”

“Baby,” Said alongside a breathless smile, you open your eyes, wishing to see his. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

He feels so warm around you, inside you, keeping you beneath the sturdy barricade of his arms. You want to be his, more than anything in this moment.

“How could any man stray away from you?” He wonders aloud. “Perfect fucking cunt, gorgeous goddamn face.”

Repeatedly, he sinks in to the hilt, bouncing his hips back and forth with easy sways, slapping himself against the seam of your slippery cunt. He wants more than anything to feel your body, your bare skin, have you completely exposed to him. And he’s promising himself that he’ll make that happen.

“Christ, babe,” Huffing out a flurry of rapid breaths, he admits, “I’m close.”

“Baby, fuck.” A whimper slips from your mouth, eyes shutting firmly. You can feel the way he pulses against your walls, can feel the stutter in his hips.

The heat of euphoria curls tightly in his abdomen, the combination of arousal and possession pushing him over the edge. It’s fierce, powerful, legs shaking and breath punching from his chest. But still, he remembers to pull out, free hand shoving your jacket up while the other fists himself. Hot spurts shoot over your lower back, trickling down your ass. It’s sticky and wet but it turns you on more than anything, feeling him cum on you like this.

“Simon,” Arching your back for him, you listen to his ragged breaths, feeling how rapidly he pumps his shaft.

“Fuck me,” Ghost finally speaks, slowing his movements and taking a look at the mess he’s made. “Fuck me…”

Leaning further in, he sighs, kissing the back of your neck while tucking himself away. He’s careful to not get any of his own spend on his hoodie, but when he pulls away, realizes he got some on your jacket by accident.

“Shit, sorry about that.”

“Huh?” Turning around, you finally face him, blissed out expressions taking in the other’s. Briefly, he smiles, until he explains, “Got a little bit on your jacket.”

Surprisingly, you huff a sarcastic laugh, slipping your arms from the material and dropping it to the ground. “It was Phil’s, anyways.”

“Well shit,” Ghost exclaims, picking it up again. “Would've gotten a lot more on it if I’d known that.” All you do is roll your eyes, with the slightest smirk. “Turn around.”

He nods in your direction, watching you follow his request. Using the jacket he cleans his cum off your back, wiping it away before discarding the clothing once again. And then Ghost is pressing himself against your back, kissing your neck while pulling up your pants. He zips them, buttons them, feeling your cheeks plump with a grin.

“Si?”

“Yeah, love?”

Turning around in his hold, you release a wavering breath, hands sliding up his forearms. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Your voice is soft and quiet, hesitant. “I know it’s difficult, when you’re on leave…”

“Not for me.” Instantly, you give him a look of apprehension. But he just shrugs. “Don’t really fancy the barracks bunnies we get. And with the looks of you…” Reaching out, he cups your chin, fingers pressing lightly into your cheeks. “Pretty thing you are… I won’t have a problem being loyal.”

Suddenly, he’s removing himself from you, sliding his arms from the confines of his black hoodie. “Wanna head back to the bar?” He asks while shuffling out of the sleeves, finally taking it off his body. “Or back to base?”

“I don’t really wanna go back in there…” Your response is incredibly timid, not wanting to disappoint him if he wants to stay out.

“Perfect.” If he hasn’t made it clear, Simon isn’t exactly a people person. And then, to your dismay, he pulls down his mask, hiding that gorgeous grin. “Here, love. It’s chilly out.”

He’s handing you his hoodie, the black one he was just wearing. And when you take it in your hands, you realize it has his rank and last name on the back.

“Really?” You’ve never had anything like this, Graves never wanted you to wear anything with his name on it.

“Put it on, babe.” He nods once, cupping your jaw and giving your cheek a kiss through the cloth of his mask. “Keep it.”

[shdo-xplosion]

KINGDOM COME PART I: THE KING

MASTERLIST

Warnings: explicit content, brief mentions of violence, rough sex, p in v, brief cunnilingus, dirty talk, cum play, squirting, fem-bodied reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: at last! the first part is here. i know fantasy aus have been written over and over, but they’re just so good! so hopefully you can enjoy my smutty lil series ฅ ̳͒•ˑ̫• ̳͒ฅ♡

“Are you excited to see Izuku?” you ask, knowing well that the man behind you will deny it even though he’s probably blushing from his chest to his hairline. “Nevermind. You don’t have to answer. I know that you are.”

Katsuki grumbles, his annoyance showing in the way that calloused fingers become harsher as he tugs at the strings of your corset. He’s never been great with them, nothing delicate about The Barbarian King. You’ve grown quite used to it.

“The bond between childhood friends isn’t one easily severed,” you sigh wistfully.

He snorts, loosening your garment enough to rid you of it. “You’d know all about that shit. That idiot bard is back in the village, yeah?”

“Possibly,” you shrug unconvincingly. Hanta absolutely is back home. You knew the minute he stepped back into the kingdom.

Turning you to face him, Katsuki lets his eyes wander from your face to your now exposed chest, tongue rolling over his teeth when he hooks his thumbs into the band of your skirt.

“‘m sure you’ll get all kinds’a quality time while I’m away.” The hint of bitterness in his voice is nearly imperceptible, but you’re able to catch onto it.

“Hmm, maybe. You really want to think about that right now, though?”

He’s been in nothing but his trousers for a while now. You’ve brushed against his crotch a few times, briefly but purposefully, and he’s already half hard under the leather.

“Guess not.”

Once you’ve stepped out of your skirt and him, his pants, you wrap a hand around the back of Katsuki’s neck and slowly walk backward to the nest of feather pillows and warm animal hides you spend your nights sleeping in.

It had taken you a long time to get used to Katsuki’s kingdom and even longer to come to terms with the fact that you belonged to it. Belonged to him. You had been chosen from your village like many before you to ensure protection from the violent king. Your betrothal meant your family would be safe, and you were willing to do anything for that, even give up on finding love for yourself.

It took years for you to even start to warm up to Katsuki. You didn’t understand him just like he didn’t understand you, but eventually there was a breakthrough, a moment of recognition and appreciation, and since then the two of you got along well enough to to resemble something of a couple.

Do you love him? You’re not quite sure. But you can admit that you’ve grown fond of him over your time with him. He isn’t the bloodthirsty bastard you once thought of him as.

But, he still bares his teeth at anyone who looks at him a certain way, still growls like a beast as you sprawl out beneath him.

“You going to miss me?” you ask, batting your lashes.

Katsuki lets himself fall over you, catching himself on his forearms so that he’s hovering over your lips.

“Don’t count on it.”

You laugh and thread your fingers through his spiky hair, using it to guide his mouth to yours. You’re both full of shit, so used to arguing and bickering that it’s habitual now, much easier than actually being sweet to one another.

Katsuki kisses like he's hungry, teeth digging into your lower lip, tongue soothing over it before delving into your mouth. He breathes heavily through his nose, groans against you when you palm his cock. It grows harder in your hand, and you run your thumb over the tip a few times until he begins leaking pre, enough to slick up his cockhead.

He breaks away from you just long enough to swear before attaching his mouth to your neck, sucking harshly until a bruise forms under his tongue. Down your shoulder, over your collarbone, grazing teeth over your pebbled nipples.

Your hips are moving on their own accord, your core hot with want, and when Katsuki slides a finger between your folds, you arch up against him.

“Mm, please Katsuki…”

He tugs on your nipples just hard enough to hurt, making you buck into his hand.

“Yeah? You need somethin’ in your pussy?” he mocks, and though you squeeze your eyes shut, you nod. He moves until his breath ghosts over your ear, voice gravelly when he demands, “beg for it, then. Beg your king to fuck you.”

You hate the way those words make you throb, slick wetting your puffy lips so that Katsuki chuckles, still teasing you with a single finger.

“You want it, don’tcha?”

“Yes, yes, I want it. I want you, please…”

He huffs, and you think he might draw it out longer, make you actually address him by his title, but all he does is lick your pouty bottom lip. “Only ‘cause you’re pretty when you’re desperate.”

He pushes a finger into your heat, twisting it, curling it, then adds another. Legs on either side of him, you bend them at the knee and dig your heels into the furs beneath you.

Katsuki’s hands are covered in callouses. The hands of a fighter, of someone who’s burned villages and shed blood. Yet they feel heavenly inside of you, the Barbarian King with the hands of an angel.

Pumping himself in time with the thrusts of his fingers, Katsuki lays his hard cock over your belly, smirking at the size of it, how deep he’ll fill you.

“I would stretch you more, but I know you like a little pain with your pleasure,” he remarks slyly, pulling his fingers from you and licking them clean.

Katsuki grabs you by the hips, on his knees as he raises you to meet his pelvis. He rubs his cockhead up and down your dripping slit, lubricating himself with your arousal, then slowly pushes into you.

“Ohhh…”

There’s a twinge as the ridge of his dick slips past your entrance, your muscles clenching around him, a resistance he simply pushes past.

You hear him spit a split second before feeling the warm glob land on your clit, his thumb spreading it over the hard bud then flicking it back and forth. He shows mercy at first, moving inside of you slowly, but his speed picks up little by little, fucking you into the ground faster, his crimson eyes locked onto your tits bouncing in time with every thrust.

“Does my cock feel good in your cunt?” he asks, and when you don’t answer immediately he slaps your clit.

“Yes! Yes, feels so good, Katsuki! Don’t stop, please—”

“Don’t stop?” He lands another slap to your clit, parting your soaked folds to expose the nub. “You like getting your pussy slapped?”

“No, I…”

But it doesn’t feel bad, the smarting pain causing heat to pool low in your tummy, something stretching deep inside of you until you start dripping squirt.

“Yeah, you like it,” he answers his own question, thrusting faster while swiping his fingers over your clit, sending drops flying. “Anyone else know how dirty you are? Your precious bard or that idiot mage?”

You shake your head, now hazy with lust. Truthfully, you can get a little wild during all of your escapades, but Katsuki brings out something different in you. Sometimes you fight each other for dominance, other times you melt beneath each other. No matter what, it's always messy and full of vulgarities.

You reach up to cup your tits, putting on a show by groping yourself, but it doesn’t last long, the sight of you tugging on your nipples driving Katsuki crazy enough to manhandle you until you’re on hands and knees.

He shoves his face into your cunt at first, slurping your juices and licking into your loosened hole, then straightens again and sheathes himself inside of you in one swift motion.

One large hand finds a place on your head, shoving you deeper into the bedding, while the other grips your hip tightly. Katsuki fucks into you hard, heavy balls swinging and slapping against you. He’s still pushing squirt from you, just like he’s pushing ragged moans from your throat.

“If you could see the way your cunt takes my cock… fuckin’ greedy bitch.”

You accept everything he gives you, sucking him in over and over, letting him mold your gummy walls to his shape.

“M’gonna cum,” you cry, a tear escaping your closed eyes. Your cheekbone aches where it’s pressed to the floor, and it feels like you can’t get enough air. It makes you lightheaded, makes your orgasm crash into you so hard that your vision whites out.

“Fuck yeah, squeeze me just like that,” Katsuki groans. “Gonna fill you up so g—f-fuck…”

His hips stutter, cock pressing so deeply into you that you gasp and shudder, still riding out the waves of your own climax. Katsuki gives a few shallow thrusts as his back arches, using your pussy to milk himself dry.

“You feel that, baby? Feel my cum in your sloppy cunt?”

He slides a finger alongside his cock, gathering the seed that’s dripping out of you and smearing it from your stretched entrance to your twitching asshole.

When he pulls out, Katsuki continues to play with you, making even more of a mess until you shove his hand away, shivering from overstimulation.

Opening your eyes, it takes you a second to focus on his face, the crooked smile spread across it. He doesn’t look as blissed out as you feel, but you can see the post orgasm euphoria swimming in his gaze, how his glistening chest rises and falls with every deep breath.

“Sure you’re not gonna miss me while you’re gone?” you ask in a hoarse voice.

“Maybe a little,” Katsuki mutters, pushes himself up off the bed and holds out a hand for you. “But you’ll be too busy to miss me.”

“Aw, don’t sound so sad.” You let him tug you to your feet and wrap a hand around his bicep as you both walk to the washroom on weak legs. “There will be plenty of me left for you when you get back.”

He grunts like he’s annoyed, but his mouth still quirks up at the corner.

“Even if there’s not, m’still takin’ what’s mine.”

And you can’t argue. You are, after all, his. All his.

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hii!!

could you do one where daryl and rick are like father figures to the reader? she goes to try to kill negan instead of carl and when she gets back rick and daryl are really mad and she gets into an argument with them?

that’s it!!🩷

Hi! Thank you so much for the request!!! ��🧟‍♀️💕

A/N: it’s been like MONTHS since I’ve written so sorry for literally disappearing, but thank you all for the love! Love you all. Sorry for how long this took to get out… but I’m finally finishing it at like 1am after so many weeks… so please excuse any spelling errors! Tysm. I adore all of you xx

Rick + daryl x fem! Reader (reader is 19)

Trigger warnings: argument, zombie stuff, gore, usual twd stuff. If any of it discomforts you please read at your own discretion!

Pinky promise

You knew it was a dangerous mistake. You shouldn’t of been so ambitious. But Negan deserved death and you believed you could kill him… but it all became clear that it was a mistake. You had made a dangerous and incredibly stupid decision and you knew as soon as you got home Rick and Daryl would certainly have a go at you if not kill you then and there for being so reckless. You knew you were absolutely insane for doing something so unthinkable but Negan had to die. Rick was taking his sweet time and Negan was just going to get stronger, and that scared you, so you wanted to take it into your own hands and kill the man yourself…

And so here you were gun in hand, pointing it at the clear sheet covering the back of the truck your finger trembling slightly as you waited for the voices to get closer. “There isn’t enough in the truck, we’ll have to go out again. Get more supplies and shit. Alexandria is so big yet they can’t even supply us enough shit.” “Yeah… don’t know why Negan won’t just kill them all. That way we can actually have a good home…” the voices spoke back and forth and you tightened your hold on the gun jaw clenched tightly watching as the blurry figures got closer and as a hand poked in through the clear sheet you pulled the trigger bullets spitting out as the men began shouting, followed by multiple ‘thuds’ proving you had killed a few of the bastards, you continued shooting, even as you jumped out of the truck the bullets flying around mercilessly- some saviours dropping to the floor, dead, and others just falling for the sake of their lives. Your eyes were narrowed as you breathed heavily your teeth slightly gritted together before suddenly a body shoved against yours, Dwight knocking you down onto your back, your gun falling from your hand as you groaned out glaring at the man. “Y/n….” A voice sung out, mockingly and your eyes snapped to meet with Negans. His hazel eyes gleamed with amusement, Lucille lightly hung over his shoulder as he grinned at you “didn’t I get my point across to you before that I really do not appreciate my people being killed…” he spoke your eyes narrowing as you scowled at him. He was a rotten bastard and deserved to be knocked down a peg or two, and so that’s why you abruptly tried to grab your gun again only for Dwight to kick it out of the way “not so fast” he muttered glaring down at you, Negan staring at you the amusement seemingly growing further and further before he exhaled

“I like you, you don’t mess around do you? You just do… I like that…” he smirked before stopping just in front of you holding his hand out for you to take “you’ve actually got balls… unlike someone else we know.” He spoke that stupid fucking grin remaining on his face and you just glared hoping to punch his teeth in, but instead you reached out, grabbing his outstretched hand before he leaned back pulling you up with his movement as you got onto your feet your eyes boring into his with anger “we were planning on heading to Alexandria today so you’re in luck. I’ll get you home safely.” “Rick isn’t home. He’s out.” You spoke, that wasn’t the truth, rick was at home but you didn’t want to see him… not when you know he will indefinitely be beyond mad at you. “Oh isn’t he? How disappointing. Guess I’ll have to wait around with you then huh?” And that’s when you realised just how much you had screwed up… Negan wasn’t going to kill you because he knew that Rick was going to get angry at you… “god dammit…” you whispered under your breath, Negan smiling still before he turned around “c’mon. Follow me. I’ll give you a tour of the sanctuary…” and so that’s exactly what happened, you were shown around, introduced to a few scary people and then given some food much to your surprise… it was odd. Being looked after for by your friends’ killer. It made you feel sick but what made you feel even sicker was what was happening right now… you were sat in the truck beside Negan, driving down the familiar road leading to Alexandria. Your heart was drumming in your chest your face pale and lips slightly parted… you were in deep shit and you knew it.

Breathing soon became nonexistent, your lips slightly parted eyes wide as you watched multiple people on outpost begin to shout… oh dear god. Heavy breaths slowly left your lips your eyes filled with complete fear… sure Daryl being angry at you was enough but Rick too- you couldn’t handle both of their wrath’s. You didn’t even want to experience it but you knew you were going to experience it. “Are you coming into to talk to them?” You soon asked glancing at the man, his hands which were warmed by the leather gloves he wore squeezed at the steering wheel and he grinned at you soon shoving his foot onto the brakes the truck coming to a screeching halt just in front of the gates leading into Alexandria “nah, kid. That isn’t my shit to do. You pulled a stupid fuckin’ decision and now you’re gonna face the consequences. I told you I don’t ap-“ “appreciate you killing my men I know.” You cut him off glaring into his eyes the man looking somewhat impressed before he raised his brows “at least you can learn.” He chuckled out looking forwards as the gate was slowly pulled open “go on then, your friends are waiting.” He spoke and you looked to the gate as well seeing Rick, hands on his hips, jaw tightly clenched and eyes a sea of worry. You glanced back to Negan knowing he wasn’t going to help before you pushed the door open only for the asshole to grab your wrist forcing you to stop “you not gonna thank me for bringing you home safe and sound?” He asked with a cocky grin and you glared at him “thank. you.” You spat out through gritted teeth and he smirked “you’re welcome.”

You then jumped out of the truck before storming towards the gate of Alexandria your eyes landing on Rick and a very infuriated yet terrified looking Daryl but you ignored them- you didn’t want to deal with their anger right now. “Y/n where the hell have you been?” Rick asked, hands remaining on his hips his eyes practically piercing into your soul yet you refused to speak or even look at him because well… let’s face it… he was terrifying. “Y/n where the hell do ya think you’re goin’ huh?” Daryl soon asked gruffly and you glanced at him “home. You wanna give me a lecture. Fine. But not in front of everyone.” You snapped, both men sharing a look, as if questioning whether you had really just used that tone with them but nonetheless they followed after you, you attempted to slam the front door but Rick was quick to catch it before it could latch “cut that attitude out right now, y/n.” Rick spoke calmly his body language however far from calm “I don’t understand why you’re both so unhappy! Jesus Christ can’t I try and help out!” Rick and Daryl stood side by side shoulders brushing against each other and Rick tilted his head slightly “do you realise how incredibly foolish it was to go out there and do… whatever you did… do you?” He raised his brows his blue eyes piercing into your soul and you rolled your eyes “ah ah, no, y/n, eyes on me.” He demanded and you looked at him “you aren’t hearing me- you could’ve been killed. What you did was very stupid. Irresponsible.” He spoke and you glared into his eyes “well I wasn’t! I’m here- am I not? I’m fine!” Daryl then took a step forwards “enough. It doesn’t matter whether you’re fine or not. What matters is the fact that you pulled some stupid death wish shit…” his eyes searched yours before he shook his head “it was stupid. You might’ve been helping or thinking you were helping… but what would we do if Negan brought back your dead body huh?” Daryl asked and you looked away, uncomfortable at that question, because you knew there was no right answer to such a question

“What did you do?” He soon asked and you looked back at him “machine gunned down a bunch of his men.” You murmured shamefully as you looked down, Daryl almost unresponsive whereas Rick was immediately pinching the bridge of his nose his eyes squeezed shut before he exhaled loudly showing his pure discomfort of the entire situation “oh my god…” he squeezed his eyes shut even more before looking at you “how irresponsible are you? Are you unaware of the fact that Negan has killed many people from this community?” Ricks tone was dangerous, frustrated, bordering on the line of anger and protectiveness “what do I have to do to get it through to you that we’re working together to make this safe! We’re doing everything we can y/n,” “no we aren’t! What about the lives we promised we’d get justice for! Have they just all gone down the drain?! We can’t just keep up this bullshit! Either he dies or we die! He’s overpowering us Rick! We need to do som-“ Rick soon held his hand up at you “no! Don’t you-“ “y/n. You’re getting ahead of yourself.” The man reminded you and you breathed heavily your eyes rage full Daryl moving behind you as he slowly rubbed up and down your back trying to sooth you yet your whole body felt as if it was on fire “we get that you want to protect us and this community but-“ “no! It isn’t just that Rick! It isn’t! I want to get- I- I want…” your voice cracked as your heart began to slowly split into pieces ricks expression softening, sure he had seen you open up before but not like this… he hadn’t seen you like this often… nor had Daryl- it surprised both men. “Tell me.” Rick spoke taking a step forwards this time, as he slowly reached a hand out resting his hand atop of your shoulder “I-…. I…” Rick remained silent searching your eyes allowing you to take your time watching as your face contorted in all ways imaginable the anguish, pain and fear slowly creeping up on you “he killed Glenn! He killed Abraham! He killed our friends! Shouldn’t we be trying to kill him! He killed Glenn! He killed-… he killed the guy who saved your dumbass!” You yelled shoving his hand off of your shoulder, ricks expression showing the pain, he hadn’t fully healed- in fact he hadn’t healed at all. He hadn’t allowed himself to grieve anyone’s deaths but especially Glenn’s. Or Abraham’s. He was too busy being a leader. Too busy taking care of his people.

“Y/n we can’t change that… I’m sorry… but we can’t… but what we can’t change either is the fact that if you died we would’ve lost a key part of Alexandria…-“ “we’ve already lost a key part!” Your voice cracked and Daryl stared at you “you’re both bullshit! I can take care of myself! Why don’t you think I can’t take care of myself?!” Your voice grew angrier before you ran off upstairs Rick running a hand over his face and Daryl just watching you run off “don’t go after her…” he shook his head “let her cool off. And you cool off too” Rick spoke and Daryl nodded knowing he was right. He needed to calm down… if he didn’t he would’ve said something he regretted.

A couple of minutes passed- maybe five, or even ten, before Daryl was sent up to console you. You didn’t even hear him come in but you felt the bed dip down before you heard his soft breathing “I did what I thought was best.” You spoke more softly and Daryl nodded “I know… but it was also…” “stupid I know… don’t need to tell me again…” you murmured softly and Daryl exhaled softly “you know we just care about you. That’s why we’re so worried about you… you matter to us.” His hand rubbed up and down your back slowly and gently as you remained curled up in a ball arms wrapped around yourself weakly his touch soft and caring, his rough calloused hands rough against your skin but you didn’t care. He was comforting you… that’s all that really mattered.

“I just-… why do you keep treating me like a damn child?” You asked clearly upset about that and Daryl frowned slightly his stern features growing more soft as he saw the true confusion and frustration in your eyes “because we’ve lost people, Y/n…. Glenn, Abraham, Sophia, Dale, Hershel, Merle, Olivia… too many people to count..” he fell silent before speaking again not allowing you to say anything “and we can’t lose someone else. The stakes are set high. I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you, Y/n. Rick wouldn’t either… today was stupid… sure you did what you thought was best but it was a little bit silly… but there’s always room for improvement” your head slowly turned to look at him a small smile tugging at your lips before you laughed softly “who knew you could be so sentimental, Dixon” you murmured and he stared at you unamused “I’m being serious,”

You smiled softly “I know… but I promise I won’t do this again alright? It was stupid… I know but it won’t happen again…” Daryl stared at you with a ‘yeah, sure’ look before you rolled your eyes soon holding your hand out towards him sticking your pinky out at him “fine. Pinky promise…” you raised your brows the older man staring a softness soon consuming his eyes before a little smile tugged at his lips, shaking his head but nonetheless he locked his pinky with yours

“Pinky promise.”

[nezz-cringe-crib]

teru mikami analysis bc i love him

hi i'm just here to rant about how much i love teru mikami's character because he's genuinely such a well written character. this is probably gonna be unorganized and just rambly. i might rewrite it later but for now i just need another reason to procrastinate and focus on my silly emos.

(oh yeah also spoilers if that isn't obvious)

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mikami is probably one of the best representations of religious trauma (at least imo and from what i've seen). i haven't read the manga yet and a lot of this might just be me projecting, but either way he's still the top in my books. there's SO many scenes and details about him that remind me so much of myself when i was still heavily involved with christianity (and to be clear, this is my own interpretation, not me tryna shit on any religions. that's a big wompwomp no-no. respect ppl hoes). so here's some random bits about mikami that make me go "OH SHIT ME-CORE ALERT!!!!":

the entire thing with his mom. i know that when he reflects back on his mom's death, he talks about how he's happy the whole thing happened because "she's evil and god killed the evil for me thanks god" but i completely believe the whole thing is just him brainwashing himself. like think about it for a second. his mom just died in the same car crash that involved his main tormentors, and this was also right after he was holding a slight grudge against his mom for defending said tormentors (she obviously didn't do that. she was just trying to help mikami view the world from a more realistic point of view to keep him out of trouble, but when you're that young and that passionate about justice, to him it'll seem like she's defending the same evil he's trying to fight). when you combine these things together, this is just gonna lead to a WHOLE lot of conflicted and lost feelings, and we see that in mikami. he had just been through a rough conversation with his mom, and she died before he could even get a chance to really think about said convo. all he is left with is a mixed feeling of loss, resentment, and fear. however, on the other hand, her death meant that the tormentors she was defending had also died. so to him, it has to mean something, doesn't it? the group of bastards that had been ruining his and others' lives and had finally been rid of. and if this had happened right after his mother had been defending them, it has to be a sign, right? there has to be a reason for all this hurt, right? when mikami is viewing the world through these lenses, it makes sense that'd he'd suddenly want a reason to justify his mom's death, even though it feels unbelievably cruel. so he finds a reason, and he finds that reasoning through god. this is honestly something that i used to do a lot when i was still heavily invested in my church, and i'm sure there are others who have been in the same situation. when the world is unjustifiably cruel, people will make up justification for it. it's a fear tactic that many people fall prey to in religious environments, and if not treated, it can fester into much more toxic environments for the people around them.

^^^ tldr: mikami copes with his mom's death by telling himself "it's okay that my mom died!! she was working for satan and god had to kill her!! thanks god!!" and if that's not the most religious-trauma-core shit out there then idk what is.

ALSO LITERALLY JUST EVERYTHING WITH LIGHT'S DEATH???? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT SHIT HURT MAN. the realization that your god is not the god you thought you had been following used to be some of the scariest shit out there to me and mikami had it thrown right at his face when light died. not only was his god gone, but his god was never a god to begin with. he was just some guy. some pathetic guy who was now bleeding out and screaming on the ground. he had dedicated his life to this thing, and it was never real to begin with. and so he dies with it. because when the god revolving your life is gone, what other life do you really have? mikami was the perfect fucking example of that and i need it to be talked about more fucking please guys he's literally just like me fr i swear.

that's all i can think of right now tbh. if there's any typos in here no there isn't you're wrong nuhuh. anyways i fucking love mikami's character. he might be an antisocial autistic boyloser edgelord but he's MY antisocial autistic boyloser edgelord and i will defend him with my life. that hoe did EVERY wrong thing but your honor he is just a silly guy.

[sadboyclown]

AAAA YOUR ART HAS ME IN TEARS IT'S SO GOOD. I especially love how organic the posing is!?

I had to preface by saying that before asking: of all the M*A*S*H characters, who is the mashiest mash that ever mashed ( your favorite character and/or the ones who slays the most, that is )?

Why thank you, it took a lot of mental illness to get my art looking like it does lol.

I do a lot of studies from screenshots, exaggerating everything a bit to fit the more cartoony style. I used to trace over the key elements of certain shots as a practice doodle, which has helped me nail down the expression/body language/overall energy of whatever piece I'm working on in the long run. So yeah, if it feels organic it’s because I literally steal the essence from the funky little guys themselves.

My fav character UNSURPRISINGLY is Hawkeye. He is just vibes, he's fun to draw, and I love an absolute wet cat of a man. I'm aware it's basic as hell but I'm a neurodivergent queer person, it was written in the stars for me to relate so heavily to the tortured silly man in a hawaiian shirt. Gotta love going "he's like he is me frfr" while I ooo and aaa at him as his life falls apart.

Also BJ, bc I live for that devious bastard. He is just a sweet stand up guy, he is ALSO a fucker full of schemes. I love the duality of Hawkeye being pretty much an open book throughout the narrative, and then Beej just keeps his crazy more subtle and I what I wouldn’t give to crack open his weird little brain and see his insane internal monologues that I KNOW he has.

All the mash characters have interesting things I like about them, each have a lot of depth that the art school drop out in me is fascinated by. It makes me feral lol

[daughtersofbelleteyn]

I'll Move the Stars For You

Cute little Joellie fanfic for you all. Full of family fluff, Ellie sassing Joel and Joel being soft!

Summary: Joel sets up a little surprise for Ellie with glow-in-the-dark stars. Pure family fluff with lots of unsaid "I love you" for the both of them.

You can read it here on A03 or below the cut.

Enjoy!

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Ellie ran towards the porch, ducking her head in an attempt to see something, the droplets of rain lashing hard against her skin and hair. She burst the door open and entered her home with a sigh of relief. 

Drip drip drip. She could hear the drops hitting the hardwood floor as she took deep breaths, trying to calm down after having crossed half of Jackson running as fast as she could.

She took off her boots, wondering where the hell Joes was. His boots and his coat were here, but he she couldn’t see him in the living room or the kitchen.

She strained her ear to catch any sound of him coming from the garage or his room when she heard the floorboards of her bedroom creak. Her whole body went on alert. Someone had entered her home. Someone was in her bedroom and maybe had taken Joel. Shit.

“JOEL?” she called as she slung her coat on the floor and ran towards the stairs.

She heard a soft “shit” and something falling on the ground when she reached the landing. She was about to turn the handle when she heard a stern “Ellie, don’t enter your room!”

What the fuck??

She froze. “Joel, are you okay? What are you doing, man?”

A sigh. “I’m alright kiddo. I’m just fixing something in your room and I had to push some furniture around and there is one behind the door. I didn’t want you to open the door wide and damage it. Tis all.”

“So I can’t enter my room because you randomly decided it needed fixing? You’re weird, old man.”

She heard him come closer and her bedroom door opened. A dishevelled, tired looking Joel put his head out. His eyes widened when he saw her state.

“Damn, you’re soaked, kiddo.”

“Oh yeah? I hadn’t noticed! I could get something warm and dry, but you know, for that I would need to be able to enter my fucking room.” She sassed.

She felt annoyed that he was in her room without her. Not that she didn’t trust him, she knew he wouldn’t go snooping around. But what if in moving furniture around he made her notebook fall open and he saw her drawings? Or worse! What she had written in it. And there was also the possibility that he would find the Christmas present she was trying to make him. She had hidden it well, but you could never know. She hated this!

 He sighed heavily, playing his best “tired of your shit” kind of Joel sigh.

“Wait here,” he said before closing the door.

She huffed but obeyed him.

He came back a few seconds later and handed some warm clothes she used as pjs.

“Go shower and put this on. I’ll join you afterwards and I’ll cook us some dinner to warm you up.”

She took her clothes and tried to peek behind him, wanting to see what the fuck he was doing in her bedroom. He tsked and put the hand that had handed her the clothes over her eyes.

“Ah! No peeking! You’ll see the changes after dinner. Now go shower. And yes, you need to shower, getting soaked by rain does not replace a shower. Now shoo!” and with that he gently pushed her forehead away before closing the door.

“Old bastard,” she grumbled, annoyed that he had forestalled her arguments. They had argued over this more times than she could tell. She strongly believed she didn’t need to shower after getting drenched by rain, it was just a waste of water.

“I heard that!”

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the bathroom. She was gonna take that shower, but because she was cold and couldn’t chill in her bedroom anyway, not because Joel was right.

She quickly showered then walked down in the living room. She sat on the couch and picked the guitar that Joel had left next to the couch after their practice session last night. She strummed the chords for a while, waiting for him to come down.

He finally came down half an hour later. When he saw her practising, he smiled at her. “You sound good, kiddo.”

She blushed under the praise, “thanks.”

He walked past her and into the kitchen. She followed him with her eyes. “What were you fixing in my bedroom?”

He turned her back to her, grabbing a pot. “You’ll see after dinner.”

“Pff. Or, I could just run upstairs and have a look. Tell meeee,” she whined.

“Sure you could. And then you’ll have ruined the surprise I have planned for you and wasted the time I spent on it,” he said coldly. 

The fucker, he was playing with her feelings, knowing damn well she would not do that to him.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

“Play for me while I cook? I promise I’ll show you your room after dinner.”

She rolled her eyes but said nothing. She strummed the first chord of her favourite song, the one he had taught her how to play on her birthday, after the cassette tape had broken, worn down by the too many hours she had listened to it on loop.

He hummed happily and started cooking.

They sat down to eat together, Ellie nearly bouncing on her chair, frustrated in having to wait such a long time to see what Joel had plotted.

“How was your day,” he asked.

“Good!” she said in between two bites, not caring for small talk. Her plate was already half empty when Joel had barely had his first bite. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You know it’s useless to wolf down your food. I won’t show you your bedroom until after we have both finished eatin’,” he purposely ate the next bite very slowly, looking at her with sparkling eyes.

“You dick!” she groaned, scrapping her empty plate.

He wiggled his eyebrows and kept eating, excruciating slowly if you asked Ellie. She was sure even a 90 year old without teeth would eat faster than him. He was too proud of himself. She wondered who the kid was, sometimes.

She crossed her arms on her chest and looked at him sternly. The crinkles of his eyes remained through the whole meal, but he did speed up a little. Eating at his normal pace, at least.

When he put down his fork she jumped out of her chair and grabbed both of their plates to put it in the sink.

“There, we’re done eating. Can I see my bedroom now?”

He got up, joint creaking and without saying a word he extended his hand to her.

She grabbed it and let him lead her towards her bedroom. Once upstairs he  stood in front of her door, barring her access.

“Why is there light in my room, Joel? So it’s not okay when I forgot to turn off the light, but with you it’s fine?” She was annoyed by his plotting and felt it was her right to mess with him after all. Reminding him how some of his house rules were stupid and annoying was a good start.

He shook his head fondly and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “You’ll see, little brat. Now, I’m gonna cover your eyes with my hand and guide you inside. You will open your eyes when I tell you, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” she said with a mock salute.

He placed his right hand over her eyes and turned her towards the door, pressing his chest against her back, letting her know he was here, she was not alone in the dark. He opened the door then nudged her forward with his left hand on her shoulder.

They took a couple of steps in then she heard the flick of the light being turned off. In that moment it hit her that she had not heard him push the furniture around before he came back down or when she was showering. The old bastard had lied.

Excitement and curiosity were coursing through her. Her mind filing through all the possibilities of what awaited her. She did not smell fresh paint. The furniture had not been moved around as far as she had heard and she could still feel the soft plush of her rug near her bed, so that much had not been changed.

He led her to her bed and made her sit down before seating on her left side..

“Ready to open your eyes?”

She nodded softly, too excited to say anything.

Without a warning he pushed her head backwards a little with his hand on her eyes before withdrawing it.

“Open your eyes, kiddo,” he whispered.

Ellie slowly opened her eyes, despite all the curiosity she had felt before, she almost felt… scared? Joel’s voice had gone unusually soft and she didn’t know how to feel about this.

The room was plunged in the dark, only broken by a weird greenish light. The light itself was coming from hundreds of little dots on the ceiling, varying in size. Wait… those are not dots, they are, “stars,” Ellie whispered in wonder.

She flicked her head toward Joel so swiftly her ponytail came whack her in the face.

“Joel!! What, what is this? This is so cooooool!”

He chuckled softly at the wonder in her voice.

“Those are phosphorescent stars, kiddo. It absorbs light during the day and it… it glows in the dark. Don’t ask me how.”

“Phosphorescent,” she repeated the word, as if tasting it on her tongue.

She looked back up to the ceiling and stared at it in silence for a minute, eyes and mouth wide open.

“I’ve never seen it before. How did you find them?”

“I saw a pack of those stars in a kid’s store during a patrol with Tommy, about a year ago. It made me think of you, so,” he cleared his throat, “I took them. There were only like, 30 or so in a pack, so I started looking for more packs throughout the year, so that it could cover a bigger surface, one day.”

It made me think of you. 

“But, it’s not my birthday? Why now?”

“It don’t need to be your birthday for you to have nice things, kiddo. You were so frustrated to not be able to see the stars because of the shitty weather of the last few days, I – I don’t know, I figured now might be the occasion for you to have them in your room, that way they’re always with you.”

Ellie’s eyes started to sting, she had kept them fixed on the ceiling for too long, she thought.

He had brought the stars to her. He had gotten her the thing she loved most, after him, just because he could, just for her.

The sting in her eyes got stronger. A fat tear started rolling on her right cheek. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t just a result of staring at the stars.

She finally detached her eyes from the ceiling and turned toward Joel, crashing against him before he could do anything. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and whispered a wet “thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around her in response and he started to rock her gently. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Ellie broke the hug. As much as she liked hugging Joel, she had stars to look at, right now!

She turned herself and moved to settle against his chest when he stopped her with his hand.

“Wait,” he said.

He scooted back towards the headboard, propping her two fluffy pillows before leaning against them. Once settled he opened his arms to her. She didn’t need more motivation to crawl up the bed and settle against him, her back against his chest, his strong arms around her. He planted a kiss on the top of her raised head.

She was mesmerised. She didn’t think she could be happier right now or could be in a cooler place. The stars were sprawling all around the ceiling, even coming down to the top of her walls, giving her the impression of being under the starry sky on a clear night.

She looked around the place when a particular star caught her attention. There were three different sizes of stars and this one was one of the biggest. It was surrounded by several tiny stars but a few centimetres below there was another big star, then another big one on its right. Her brain registered a misshapen rectangle before it hit her.

“No you didn’t,” she exclaimed, tapping her hand against his thigh in her excitement. “You reproduced the big dipper! Joel, man, this is so coooool!”

He chuckled, his laugh vibrating against her back.

“I did. I’m glad you noticed, I was afraid I messed up the proportions. What else can you see?”

“What else?” She turned to try to see his face, thinking he was messing with her. When their eyes met he only raised his eyebrows with a soft smile, waiting for her to look again.

She resumed her observations. Now that she knew it wasn't just little dots of light thrown haphazardly on the ceiling, her mind started picking up the shapes more quickly and accurately.

 She first found Little Dipper, which was not far from Big Dipper. Then, a bit farther in her room, above the window, she found Cassiopeiae. Joel had placed Orion just above her bed. She smiled when she noticed it. She liked the idea of being protected by the Hunter, ever watching over her, even when he couldn’t.

She couldn’t help the squeal leaving her lips when she saw the Giraffe, the two stars representing her legs falling just above her wardrobe.

“You remembered the Giraffe!!”

“Of course I did. How could I forget Camelopardis.”

“Camelopardalis,” she corrected.

“Ah, yes. I can never get it right. Why is it called like that again? A camel and leopard, or something?”

She nodded. “Yep, they thought it was a mix between the two animals, spots like a leopard and a long neck like a camel. I didn’t know you knew about this one.”

“Well, I live with a damn smart kid who’s always telling me about the things she read about space and who taught me how to read the sky. How do you think I managed to recreate all those constellations? I learned from the best.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. His words brought a wave of warmth over her body. She couldn’t help but smile too, elated by his compliments. 

She kept looking around the room when she noticed a group of small and medium sized stars forming an E above her door. She frowned, frustrated to not recognize this constellation.

“What is this one, Joel,” she asked, pointing towards it.

“That’s my favourite constellation over there.”

“Uh? I thought it was Ursa Major ‘cause you liked that it looked like a saucepan?”

“Yeah, well it’s my favourite in the sky, but here, it’s that one. That little E that always shines so bright and gives me a reason to wake up. I thought she deserves her place amongst the stars, like she always dreamed of,” he said, his voice going hoarse.

Ellie froze, overwhelmed by a surge of feelings she couldn’t begin to decipher. She was so glad for the dark, so that Joel couldn’t see the blush spreading over her face. Damn that old man and his ability to say those things to her, when all her love, all she had ever felt for him were lodged in her throat, choking her. She swallowed hard and grabbed his hands in hers, bringing them against her heart.

I love you.

“We should add a J next to it, if you have more stars,” she whispered. Afraid that if she spoke louder he’d hear the catch in her throat. “The E wouldn’t go far without the J, you know.”

“I don’t have any left, but I’ll move the stars for you tomorrow, then,” he said before kissing the top of her head once again. His lips lingered, she felt him inhale deeply before resting his cheek against her head.

They stayed quiet for a bit before she broke the silence. Her voice betraying her nerves despite her best efforts.

“I’m sorry for being a dick with you today. This, this is amazing Joel. I don’t deserve it…”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, even when you’re an annoying little brat,” he said, squeezing her hands. “ You deserve this, and so much more, kiddo.”

She hummed, unconvinced.

He planted another kiss on her head and settled deeper into the pillows, dragging her with him. She put her head on his shoulder, his left arm came to rest on her belly while he rested his cheek against her head, snuggling close. She let herself relax against him, eyes fixed on the shining stars above them.  

“Tell me again the story of Orion,” he said, pointing to the stars above them.

She started explaining how Orion was one the oldest known constellation. How, according to the myths, he was a hunter and said to be the most handsome of men. She told him of the different myths about his deeds and what surrounded him in the sky. The sisters he was pursuing according to one myth, or the scorpion that caused his death, placed opposite of him in the sky.

Joel listened carefully to the stories she had told him a dozen times already. He only hummed from time to time to show he was still listening and pointed to other stars he wanted to know about. 

They stayed like that for hours, until the light of the stars faded and both of them fell asleep, snuggling close. 

[kwiiwi1]

more of my silly femdom n subby bro pairing Toto bellow the cut yippee 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

teehee Toni and Alto passionately making out just because

breathing so heavily between them, saliva connecting their mouths and altos nudging against Toni's nose, whimpering

"more, m'need more please, please"

haha needy bastard XD I laugh at ur bottomness mwahahahaahah 😈😈😈😈😈😈

(I could never laugh at u ur too sweet and stupid for me to hate ong)

I like to think that Alto initiates the kiss at first

like they're comfortably watching a movie together, snuggled up close yknow AS FRIENDS

and they're just.. mmm the tension

I swear there is tension

Alto watching Toni ramble on about how stupid the movie is, pointing out its many flaws and plotholes, and bro he's so in love

then she turns to look at him, and they find each others eyes and time seems to stop for them and oh my stupid heart for these fools 😍😍😍😍😍

(THIS READS LIKE A BAD FANFICTION I WOULD'VE WRITTEN AGES AGO EW AISCNSJDJ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

and he leans forward without realizing and kisses Toni and hrhshehsh 😖😖😖😖😖

short and sweet, but Alto's neediness bleeds thru lol

Alto initiates it, but Toni's the one who takes charge as she grips him by the scuff of his shirt and pulls him again for another

and another, and another-another, until they're basically making out on the couch, movie long forgotten and tuned out to white noise.

the tension between them explodes into this absolute ball of longing and waiting and wanting

daydreams and whispered secrets they've had about each other since middle school, hands brushing against each other, love hearts doodled on the sides of their homework with their initials, stickers over each others hands and faces when they were children, eating $2 chips from the dairy and feeding them to the birds at the park, pinkie promises made under the cover of twilight, pillow fights and strawberry juice staining the fronts of their shirts, all of that combines and builds into this single moment of adrenaline rush.

and it doesn't stop, neither of them want it to stop, so they let it take its course.

Alto's heavily moaning into Toni's mouth, her hand trailing down and under his shirt, until it stops above his boxers.

She pulls away, leaving a dazed boy, puffy lips slicked with spit, curly blonde-brown hair framing him like a halo.

His eyes are still twinkling with that childish innocence of his, but there's something deeper in them now, more unhinged yet it still waits.

".. do you want this?" She asks, a final barrier between the both of them, the string of their friendship being pulled tight, threatening to break and let go an entire decade's worth of carnal feelings.

The air hangs heavy between them, charged with desire before he answers, a soft careful whisper with his oh so pretty lips that breaks the dam.

"..yes.

please"

and then they proceed to have hot steamy couch sex fuck yeah bro 😩😩😩😩😩😩

[andro-dino]

Slightly abandoned character focus… characters lol

Hyoma, Yu, Julien, Sophie

I am so sorry this is random

tumblr user rainnotliam I don’t think you realize how much I fucking adore these characters

ENTONCES

as you can see. i have many thoughts on Hyoma. This man lives in my brain like an infestation and he will not get out. He’s. He’s just. He’s the guy ever. He’s literally the silliest of guys I don’t know what you want from me he’s so good. I absolutely love him and it makes me SO UPSET that he barely appears at all after fusion because he is SUCH a good character. He’s so well written and there’s so much depth to him if you really look and I just love him so much and I so badly wish he got more screen time. He’s also like, SUPER FUCKING SAD IF YOU THINK ABOUT HIM FOR TOO LONG. the amount of angsty ideas I’ve come with about him good lordddddd. He’s also a very relatable character and one that I very heavily project onto bcoz it’s my brain and I’ll do what I want

GOOD GOD YU FUCKING TENDO. EL SOL DE MI VIDA I LOVE HIM MORE THAN WORDS CAN DESCRIBE. HE’S JUST SUCH A FUN AND GOOFY CHARACTER. HES SO COOL AND SILLY AND LIKABLE AND JUST REALLY WELL FLESHED OUT AND EXECUTED AND GHERES JUST SO MANY THOUGHTS THAT HE MAKES ME THINK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. yk what’s really interesting to me. For a very long time I really hated angst. especially if it’s for very sweet characters who deserve the world. And yet yu is probably the character I’ve made the most angst for and honestly I am really proud of a lot of it. He’s just such a complex character and I really like analyzing him and picking apart all those aspects of his character that are really sad once you think abt them and expanding upon them. One of my favorite fics I’ve ever written was an angsty Yu fic. He’s just such an interesting character to write and I love him a whole lot.

continuing on the trend of characters who’ve occupied too much of my brain space, JULIAN KONZERN WOOOOOO. He’s a bastard and I hate him but I love him he is one of my favorite characters I will defend him until I die but I wholeheartedly believe he deserves all the bullying he gets but also I wish more people liked him but also it’s completely justified why they don’t but also-

Yeah he’s one of the characters I’m the most mentally ill over. I’ve said it before but The Fallen Emperor is my favorite episode of the entirety of MFB it makes me cry several times every time I watch it. I just love how well Julian is written and developed and I love how him and Daxiang are built up as foils to each other and I love that Daxiang is the one to bring him back to his senses and it’s just really well executed. His bond with Sophie and wales makes me sob I love them so much I just I just I just <33333

AND SOPHIE BELOVED. MY WIFE. I LOVE HER. she’s just such a cool character. I love all the little tidbits of character and personality that are thrown in and I just love her. I think they definitely could’ve done a ton more with her but for what there is, she’s lovely. I love all the little complexities of her personality, all the little details and stuff about her gahhhh I just adore her she’s great <3

[picnokinesis]

AHHH the last chapter of part 6. I held my breath for a sec when I realised the paralells of BOTH hallucinations using the name John not the Doctor. In the Doctors chapter hallucination!Koshei calls her John in the flashback and now Koshei calls his hallucinations John, too ahhh the parallels!! And then the part with him getting ready and him describing his dysphoria/euphoria when wearing the dress. It was written so soft that I forgot that it was still a murdering and manipulative bastard (1/2)

(2/2) And then Koshei saying "Someone has to have a sense of style around here". I squealed because I remember you put that quote in a tumblr ask about I think it was anterograde AU? And I loved that you put it here too. And then the scene with Gat where he thinks about how he controls her to and she has no idea. It makes me think of a parallel where the predator has no idea that they are actually the prey, so that was amazing. I loved the flashbacks but Im worried what happened at the barn?

Ahhh oh my days!! I'm so so happy that you enjoyed the chapter! :D I've wrote the first segment (right up until he leaves the first room) waaaay back in like, January this year? So I've been sitting on at least THAT much of it for that long. The rest got written mostly in July, and maaaaaaan it was such a blast, so finally being able to have other people read it and react to it is so so great! <3

Regarding the name thing - yeah!! It's because the name John has become so synonymous for both of them of that history between them. For the Doctor, it represents the person that she was before that she's now forgotten - the teenager who went by that name. Whereas for Koschei, she's using the name for this version of the Doctor that she has stuck in her head, the version that she's been hallucinating/vividly imagining in order to keep herself sane when in bad situations - and, back in those times, she didn't KNOW that the Doctor wasn't going by John anymore, right? So as far as she knew, that was what the Doctor was called. And, as she says in the chapter.....old habits die hard.

Also SKSKSK the sense of style thing!! I genuinely forgot that I used that in the tags of that post (I actually had to go rooting through the anterograde tag to dig it up lol) and it's so funny because, without a doubt, when I wrote those tags I was thinking of the scene in the last chapter in my head, because even BACK THEN, I knew that line was going to be in it HAHA - it was one of those key moments that I was really looking forward to writing hahahah. Also, yknow - same blorbo, different context. But SSKSKKS oh my days yeah it's like: diversity win!! The vengeful maniac who's haunting the narrative is genderfluid!

Also I looove the stuff with Koschei and Gat, so I'm so glad you love it too!! I really love Koschei's like....tendency to give herself little 'projects' that usually mean needling someone until they break SKSK because she wants to see who they are underneath. But so much of it comes from her desire to be in control in a situation where she can't be, right? Like, she can't leave this place, and it's been heavily insinuated that when she is allowed to leave, it'll be in a body bag sksk, and she is VERY AWARE of this and cannot STAND it. Her need to be in control (whilst also wrestling with and revelling in her own chaotic and erratic nature) pretty much defines her - and so she does this powerplay where she like, tries to rile people up so much that they attack her in a way that's lowkey flirtatious SKKSKSK but then pulls the rug out from under them and I'm lowkey obsessed with her about that. Like go off, babe <3

Oh I posted and the forgot to say anything about the barn. Not that I'm gonna say anything about the barn. But yes. The barn sure is there!

[scarlet-star-witch]

Since I’ve been loving you

Fezco x Female Reader

Summary: The story of how Fez fell in love with his ray of sunshine

Word Count: 13.6K

Warnings: Drug use, mentions of sexual assault, anxiety and mental illness, mention of Nate Jacobs being an asshole and smut!

Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

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Fez was a picture of pure contentment as Rue practically skipped into the convenience store. The way the drug dealer stood, leaning against the wall with the beautiful woman draped over him, cemented him as one of the luckiest bastards in this small, cursed town. Anyone driving by could see it.

Rue smiled instinctively as she saw the couple, the blatant display of affection she still wasn’t quite used to seeing from good old, sweet and quiet Fezco, despite the fact that the couple had been together for years.

The two of them seemed meant to be, a concept she still had trouble wrapping her mind around.

Fezco and Stevie had a way about them, they always seemed to defy the odds. 

As soon as she saw the young girl walking towards the store, Stevie gasped, a bright smile growing on her face.

“Holy shit, Rue?” 

Rue waved weakly, but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she was brought into a fiercely tight hug. Stevie was good that way. She had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. 

That was probably why Rue allowed her to hug her the way she did. Stevie was just about the only person who was allowed to treat Rue like the damaged person in serious need of love that she was.

Rue never felt threatened by her affection. She knew it was always genuine. 

“I’m so happy to see you.” Stevie gushed, still crushing her in tight grip. “How long have you been out?” 

“Like 5 days.” Rue shrugged.

Stevie finally let her out of her hug and planted a big kiss on her cheek. “You look amazing.” 

“Hey, there’s some new girl I think you’re gonna be friends with. She looked all sailor moon and shit, thought she looked like your kinda girl.” Fez drawled as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah?”

“She seemed pretty cool.” Stevie told her, her bright smile, like the light of a thousand suns, never wavering. “So… how do you feel?” 

“Well, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been like, really good.”

“Word? That’s what's up.” Fez responded, ever the supportive friend.

Stevie snickered, knowing exactly what Rue was pulling.

“I’m fucking with you, Fez.” Rue laughed, making the drug dealer scoff and shake his head in amusement.

“Well, I’m glad to see Rehab hasn’t stolen your Rue-ness.” Stevie nudged her playfully. 

“Speaking of, is Ashtray in the back?”

The question made the couple bristle and look at each other, sharing equal looks of uncertainty. That definitely hadn’t been the question they had been expecting from their newly rehabbed friend. 

“You serious?”

“What, you think ‘cause I went to rehab, I stayed clean?”

“Ain’t that the point?”

Rue looked at Fez like he was crazy and shook her head with a laugh. “Well, the world’s comin’ to an end and I haven’t even graduated highschool yet.” She commented as she stepped into the store to find Ashtray and the plethora of drugs he had to offer.

Stevie crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze following Rue, her expression falling into one of troubled worry. Turning to her boyfriend, she found the same concern written across his face.

“We should’ve stopped her, shouldn’t we?”

Fez sighed heavily, taking another drag of cigarette and shrugged. “Rue’s gonna do what she wants. We sure as hell ain’t gonna stop her.”

“We could.” 

“Stevie, c’mon, baby. There ain’t nothin’ you can do for someone who don’t want your help.” Fez told her and beckoned her closer. She stepped forward and perched herself in his lap, her eyes closing in contentment as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Don’t stress ‘bout it.”

“I know.” She mumbled, forcing herself not to dwell on the horrible feeling churning in her stomach, the worry she had for Rue, and nestled in closer to Fez, allowing herself to feel comforted by his arms around her.

That was how Rue found them as she exited the hidden freezer. Her lips twitched, a strange feeling of longing growing in her as she saw the couple curled up in each other, the perfect picture of a healthy relationship, one not common in this area. 

The story of Fez and Stevie was an interesting one, one that was the talk of the town for a long time. But despite all the gossip, no one could deny how perfect they were for each other.

Stevie was a rarity, that was for sure. She was just about the most genuine, real person Rue had ever met. It was no wonder she had found her way to Fez. On the outside, Stevie seemed too good for him, too prim and proper for a man like Fez, a man who made his living by selling drugs. 

But they didn’t know the full story.

Stevie was born to drug addicts. It was a miracle she was born healthy and functioning. Her mother certainly hadn’t been careful about making sure her baby was safe. She had smoked and drank throughout her pregnancy, not giving a damn about how it might affect her daughter.

With all the drugs her mother had pumped into her system ever since she was a teenager, her heart was weak, barely functioning without a daily line of cocaine. She couldn’t take the delivery.

Her mother’s heart stopped the second she came into the world. 

Her father, just as oblivious to the world as her mother had been, didn’t shed a tear the day her mother died. She wasn’t the love of his life, she was just a woman he had gotten pregnant. 

Her father, high as a kite the day she was born, thought it would be hilarious to give her a ridiculous name. He could barely breathe, he was laughing so hard, as he signed the birth certificate of his new, beautiful baby daughter ‘Steve’. 

Her father thought it was the funniest prank he ever pulled, no matter if it was at the expense of the person he was supposed to love and cherish the most.

By the time she was old enough to talk, she penned herself Stevie, albeit, with all the bitterness she possessed in her young body. She wanted to be named something lovely, something delicate like most girls she knew were named.

She wanted to be named Daisy or Lily, after a beautiful flower. She didn’t want to be the butt of a joke and she resented her father since the day she understood what the emotion resentment was.

She wanted nothing more than to meet the nurse that let her junkie father’s stupid joke slide and slap her across the face for the years of torment that damn ‘prank’ earned her.

Each first day of school from kindergarten to her senior year was hell. The mumbled and bitter ‘it’s Stevie’ each time the teacher called her given name made the others in class snicker and look at her just like her father wanted, as the butt of the joke.

She was almost thankful she didn’t have to grow up with that jackass.

A motorcycle accident when she was four years old took him away from her forever. She didn’t cry the day he died. She had no reaction as the woman who lived next door who was babysitting her fell to the floor in sobs as the cops at the door told her the news.

She didn’t cry as she was taken into the policewoman’s arms and brought to the station. She didn’t cry as a woman she didn’t know who claimed to be from Children and Family Services told her she was going to live somewhere else.

Stevie always wondered if that made her a bad person. 

At the age of five, after spending only a year in foster care, her prayers were answered as The Warren’s, a picturesque family, rescued her from the hell that was a life in the system. They were a put together, well-mannered couple who, by some unfortunate miracle, couldn’t have kids of their own.

They were nice enough. They didn’t abuse her, they didn’t neglect her like she was used to with her biological father. 

They were the embodiment of what she saw on a sitcom from the 1950s. Her father went to work, came home, opened a beer and watched tv while dinner was made for him. He never had to lift a finger, he never even had to look at his family. 

Her mother, the sweet woman that she was, always had her hair styled to perfection and pearls around her neck, no matter the occasion. She didn’t seem to mind having to cook everyday. She didn’t seem to mind having to do the dishes after every meal. In fact, she seemed happy to do it.

It made Stevie’s skin crawl.

She loved her parents, but not in the conventional sense. She loved them because she was grateful for the care they gave her. She loved them because they kept a roof over her head and put food on the table every day and gave her an education.

But she didn’t like them.

She hated that they never talked about her culture, where she came from. They wanted her to fit in with their white, nuclear family ideal. They were so scared that if they talked about her life before she was adopted by them, she’d remember all the bad memories of her living with her absent and addict of a father.

They didn’t know that she already had memories of him, bad memories she thought of daily. She never told them that. She never told them that she was old enough to remember her biological father and they never knew how that neglect she faced at a young age affected her her entire life.

She thought they were too soft, too naive to know the truth.

Stevie was always a pacifist, looking out for others, not wanting to stir up trouble in fear of making someone else’s life difficult, even if it meant her suffering. And she suffered a lot.

As a child, she had trouble making friends. She watched her peers easily create lasting connections, but she was always too scared to try. When she was seven years old, her mother put her in ballet classes and the night before the first recital, she had her first panic attack. 

By the time she was ten, panic attacks were a regular, practically weekly occurrence. Her parents, who had no idea what to do, who had no idea that they stemmed from the trauma she experienced as a child, threw her in therapy. 

She was medicated by the time was eleven, dosed with a heavy prescription of anti-anxiety medication in the hopes that she would maybe someday be a functioning member of society. 

In the eighth grade, Stevie had her first boyfriend. Nate Jacobs was a picture of perfection. He was the perfect boyfriend - well, whatever a boyfriend could mean when you were that young. 

He would hold her hand as he walked her home from school, planting a sweet and innocent peck to her lips as they said goodbye, he would sit and eat lunch with her, he would cheer her on at her soccer games. It was all so sweetly innocent. Until it wasn’t.

She lost her virginity to Nate Jacobs and he lost his to her. 

It soon went downhill. After they had sex, Nate became possessive, he became jealous and at times, he became downright mean. It scared Stevie, to see this other side of him she had never seen before. 

She was strategic, scared of his reaction, so she broke up with him the day school ended, right before she left for a family vacation for the summer so she didn’t have to face him or the wrath she feared he’d have against her.

Even after all these years, she made sure to stay clear of Nate Jacobs. She saw a darkness within him that she wanted no part of. 

Stevie had meaningless encounters with men throughout her young life. 

None of it meant anything like she thought it would.

She was a quiet, anxious person who was desperate to fit in. She didn’t have sex because she wanted to, she had sex because she felt like she had to. She loathed to have any trait that separated her from her peers, any reason for her to be ridiculed.

She had enough of them, her name, her parentage, her history, she didn’t want anything else to separate her from the pack.

She hooked up with boys from her class at parties, seeking validation she felt she’d never received before. Every fumble with boys was a manifestation of her twisted daddy issues, something she was sure no one even knew she had. 

By the time high school came around, she had a good group of friends. She was known as the quiet, slightly awkward member of the group but she had a heart of gold no one could deny. 

She listened to Cassie talk about falling in love with a boy from their class. 

She listened to Kat fantasize about a man who didn’t exist but would treat her like a queen. 

She listened to Maddy have unrealistic standards of boys in their grade.

Rue and Lexi at least didn’t talk about boys. They didn’t seem to care, something she appreciated greatly.

Sevie thought she was the only one who was aware of what the reality was of what boys were like at their age. She expected average, she expected to be disappointed. It was the only thing she knew.

It wasn’t until she met Fez that her standards changed drastically.

She met him the first day of her sophomore year. She had thankfully skipped a grade, something her parents had boasted about at every family function for the next year. Stevie was just relieved because it got her further away from Nate Jacobs and the constant scowls he had on his face whenever he looked at her.

Stevie sat next to Fez in biology, the course he struggled with the most. As she took her seat next to him, she smiled, a quick and nervous smile, but it lingered with Fez to this day, even after all the time they had been together. 

He thought she was the sweetest person he’d ever met and he knew it since that first smile. He knew he was doomed since that first smile.

As the teacher went through attendance and called her name, picturing a well to do young man in her place, forcing her to correct the male name to the one she gave herself monotonously, Fez was the only one to not snicker at her expense. 

She always remembered that.

One day, just two weeks into class, as they worked on a pop quiz, Stevie finished quickly and moved to the front of the room to hand in her work. As she walked back to her seat, she noticed Fez scratching at the back of his head nervously, his tormented and stressed gaze locked onto the paper in front of him. 

Her eyes lingered on his quiz as she passed, noticing the question he was stuck on. She grabbed her backpack, throwing it over her shoulder and as she moved to the front of the class to exit, she turned on her heel, clearing her throat to subtly gain his attention.

His eyes lifted at the sound, meeting her playful gaze. 

“B.” She mouthed, giving him the answer to the question he was struggling with. 

Fez perked up in his seat, looking back at her with a bewildered expression. She just raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her lips. Fez eagerly looked back down at the quiz and circled in ‘B’. 

At lunch time, Fez elbowed his way through the crowds, desperate to find his savior. He found her sitting at a table by herself, her nose buried in a book, her headphones planted over her ears. 

He approached her nervously, his fingers anxiously playing with the strap of his backpack over his one shoulder. 

“Hey,” He called out softly. 

She looked up at him, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Hey.” She said, taking off her headphones.

“Thanks for helpin’ me out in class.”

“Oh… that was nothing.” She waved him off, downplaying her actions, something Fez hated in that moment. It was something he hated even years into dating. 

“Nah, wasn’t nothin’. You saved my ass back there. If I got another fail I’d be in some deep shit.” 

Stevie smiled shyly, not used to the praise she was getting. 

“I’ve never seen you ‘round before. You new in town?” 

“No, I uhh, I skipped a grade.” Stevie admitted shyly, slightly worried her explanation would come off as bragging. 

“Damn, really? So, You’re like, smart smart, huh?” 

“I just… I dunno, I guess so.” She shrugged, unsure of how to respond to his niceness. “I could… help you out, if you want.” She offered before she even knew what she was saying.

“Yeah?” Fez looked at her in surprise. He hadn’t expected such a request from her. He could tell she was shy, that she was the kind of person who liked to keep to herself. “You don’t gotta. Think I’m pretty much hopeless with that science shit.”

“No, you just have to have the right teacher.” 

Fez looked down at her, biting his lip to repress the smirk of amusement that threatened to grow. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.” She smiled widely, ignoring every anxious instinct that told her to keep to herself. 

“Cool.” Fez nodded, smiling lightly. “I’m Fez.”

“Stevie.” 

“Stevie.” He repeated slowly, a smile forming on his lips. “That’s a pretty dope name.” 

A wide smile grew, her heart racing in her chest at his words, a compliment she knew he didn’t realize how much meant to her. 

That was the beginning of their friendship. 

Fez would meet Stevie at the library, always showing up ten minutes early to their tutoring sessions. He didn’t understand why, but those sessions with her were the only time he showed an interest in school at all. She had a way of talking him through the things he didn’t understand without making him feel stupid, something his teachers throughout the years hadn’t managed. 

Fez thought about dropping out of school all the time. He later realized the only reason he lasted so long was so he could keep seeing Stevie everyday. 

They met up every Monday and Wednesday after school and it soon became something they both looked forward to. Their friendship developed quickly and easily. 

They found themselves in some sessions not even opening their books. They would spend hours talking and for someone like Fez, who spent his entire life only putting forth few words when needed, it was monumental. 

He found he liked the way she talked about life. 

Fez soon realized how easy she was to talk to and Stevie soon realized how unlike Fez was from the other boys at school. He listened to her when she spoke. His eyes wouldn’t wander down her shirt as she spoke, he wouldn’t make a pass at her, hoping to get into her pants. 

Fez loved that Stevie didn’t judge him when he talked about wanting to drop out. He appreciated that she didn’t look down on him like so many others did.

“I don’t blame you. I get it, I’m counting down the days until I can get out of this hell hole.”

“But you’re smart, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about here.”

“Being smart doesn't mean I have it all figured out. I feel like I’m just going through the motions here, just waiting for it to be over.”

Fez looked at her intently, feeling his stomach doing a strange flipping feeling, one he had never felt before. 

He had never heard his own feelings put to words so perfectly. 

“Damn.” He mumbled, shaking his head in slight disbelief, a small smile growing across his lips. “You really a genius, huh?”

Stevie laughed and nudged him lightly, mumbling a quiet and bashful ‘shut up’. 

One day, they had lost track of time talking and, before they knew it, the library was closing. Looking at the time on her phone, she cursed under her breath, knowing her mom would have stern words for her when she got home hours later than she said she would be home.

“I gotta go.” She announced, closing the open book they had only read one page from and ignored for the rest of the time. 

Fez watched her pack up her things, disappointed but already looking forward to their next session.

“You need a ride?”

“No, I’m good, I got my bike.” She said with a bright smile as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Before Fez could even form his next sentence, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. He was left to sit there with his face blank, all words gone from his brain, his wide-eyed gaze locked on her until she was out of sight.

Fez knew she was an affectionate person, he had seen her kiss her friends on their cheeks many times and he knew that was her way of showing she cared for them. He felt honoured to be one of them.

He just wished it had been more than just platonic. 

They found themselves texting each other every day, their eyes glued to their phones all hours of the night as they talked about random things they thought of. None of it meant much, but it meant the world to them.

“Stevie.” 

“Huh?” She looked up from her phone to catch her mother’s disapproving glare. 

“Phone away at the table.” 

“Sorry.” She mumbled and placed her phone down, continuing to eat the dinner in front of her. When her phone buzzed, her eyes locked onto it, trying to read the text Fez had just sent her on her lock screen before it faded to black.

“Stevie, what is so important that you’re ignoring us?” Her mother called out impatiently. 

“Nothing.”

“Who’s Fez?” Her father asked, his head craned towards her, his narrowed gaze on her phone screen.

“Dad!” 

“You’re texting a boy?” Her mother asked, her annoyed expression now one of excitement.

“He’s in my class. I’m tutoring him.”

“Oh, so you’re texting about school, then?” 

Stevie’s eyes flickered between both her parents and their waiting gazes. “Yeah, we have a test coming up.” She answered swiftly, her heart pounding in her chest as she lied. 

Her parents shared a look, neither one of them believing her answer, the nervous tone of her voice gave it away instantly, but they didn’t say anything. They spent the rest of the dinner in silence and as soon as Stevie placed her plate in the dishwasher, she was racing up the stairs, ignoring her mother’s scolding for running in the house.

Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed and pulled her phone out from her pocket, a smile gracing her lips effortlessly as she finally read Fez’s latest text. 

Their friendship was progressing quickly and despite the fact that there were things in both their lives they kept private, not yet divulging to the other, they both felt as though they could tell the other.

They were at a point of no return, where it would be impossible for them to go back to the way things were before the beginning of the semester. They wouldn’t be leaving each other’s lives any time soon, not if they both could help it.

One Wednesday, Stevie was running late to their tutoring sessions and she was practically jogging through the halls, while still being mindful not to draw too much attention to herself. She was panting with exertion as she made her way inside the library and she began to make her way through the maze of stacks to get to their usual spot.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide as she saw Fez do a not-so-subtle handshake with a senior football player, the exchange clear to her. 

With the interaction finished, Fez pocketed the money and turned on his heel, finally meeting Stevie’s bewildered gaze. His heart dropped to his stomach as he knew he was caught red handed. 

He never wanted to divulge this part of his life with her. It was the part of him that always stopped his thoughts of her from wandering into that territory. It was the part of him that made him certain she was too good for him to even be thinking of her in any romantic capacity.

“Hey.” He called out, plastering on a fake smile, though it was weak, portraying just how scared he was of what would come next.

He expected the inevitable look of disgust, the toss of her hair over her shoulder as she turned her back on him and stormed off. 

But none of that came.

“You ready to study?”

Fez’s brows furrowed at her words and he looked at her incredulously, briefly wondering if he had imagined the look on her face when he had first turned around. He wondered, incredibly hopefully, that his cover wasn’t blown, that she hadn’t seen the true him.

But he could tell she had. She was withdrawn from him, her eyes barely able to meet his. He knew he fucked up. 

They walked to their usual table, Fez stealing looks at her every few seconds, his heart still racing, still reeling from getting caught. 

“You ain’t gonna ask ‘bout all that?” Fez asked quietly, wincing slightly as he prepared himself for the barrage of insults he worried would come his way. He’d heard all of them before, the petty names of ‘junkie’, ‘low-life’, ‘dumbass’. But he knew he couldn’t handle hearing it from her.

“Don’t think it’s any of my business.” 

The sentence, no matter how simple, practically knocked Fez off his feet. 

“But… I don’t-...” He stammered, unable to put words together to convey just what he was feeling in that moment. “You still wanna tutor me?” He asked, his voice laced with worry. He feared she would end this and he wouldn’t get this treasured time with her.

“Of course I do.”

“You… you ain’t… judgin’ me ‘cause’a that?” He asked, still in disbelief by her calmness.

To be honest, what she saw scared her. But Stevie wasn’t one to be hesitant around drugs, her upbringing made sure of that. If anything, the only thing that terrified her was Fez getting in trouble. If he got caught, he’d be far out of her life.

“Everyone has to make a living.” She stated simply with a shrug. 

Stevie kept her head down, her eyes focused on the textbooks she brought out of her backpack as she flipped through the pages to get to the chapter she and Fez were working on. As she moved, she felt his eyes on her. 

Turning her head slowly, her gaze met his and she smiled lightly, feeling her heart flip at the amazed look in his eyes as he stared at her. 

No one had ever looked at her like that.

Fez cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head nervously, unsure of what to think of the new feelings surging within him. He pulled his chair closer to her, his arm brushing against hers and they both ignored their racing hearts, both overwhelmed at how such a simple touch set them alight.

From there, it was getting harder and harder for Fez to ignore the thoughts of her that were constantly swirling around in his head

As he worked at the store, he looked at the selection of candy before him, wondering which one was her favourite. As he watched tv, he wondered if she ever saw the show he was watching, he wondered if it made her laugh like it did to him. As he drove and a song played on the radio, he wondered if she had ever heard it, if she liked it.

He wanted to know these things about her. He wanted to know everything about her.

On a friday night, Fez was working at the store, Ash at his side as the young kid sat on the counter, rolling joints like a pro. 

He could hear the girlish giggles from around the corner and he sighed heavily, preparing himself for the onslaught of annoyance that came with young high school girls who thought they were playing out a Tarantino fantasy as they asked for drugs. 

But he was pleasantly surprised as he noticed a familiar face in the group of girls. 

Stevie scanned the aisles, grabbing a bag of cheetos and a can of cherry cola, ignoring the droning of Maddy as she continued to talk about Nate Jacobs. 

Maddy didn’t know about her brief relationship with the man and while Stevie wanted to warn Maddy about Nate and his toxic traits, she was hesitant to tell Maddy that she had a history with the man she was crushing on hard. Her friend could be temperamental at times and that was putting it lightly. 

She looked up, her passive expression morphing into one of surprise as she saw Fez at the counter.

“Hey, I didn’t know you worked here.” She grinned as she stepped towards the counter, ignoring the confused looks her friends sent her. 

“It’s a family business.” 

“Is this your brother?”

“Yeah, this is Ashtray.” 

Stevie’s brows raised in surprise at the name, but she didn’t exactly feel like the person to judge anyone’s name. 

“Nice to meet you, Ashtray.” She said politely to the kid who looked over his shoulder at her and nodded in greeting.

“Sup.”

Stevie laughed slightly, the child the embodiment of a twenty-something drug dealer. She turned back to Fez, biting her lip nervously.

“So my parents are out of town this weekend and I’m having a party at my place tomorrow night. You should come.” 

“For real?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Dunno, you just… don’t seem like the type to disobey your parents.” 

Stevie’s expression fell, her chest aching with an uncomfortable feeling that was all too familiar for her. Noticing the change in her expression, Fez stood up straighter, worry coursing through him that he’d made a grave mistake.

“Sorry, didn’t mean shit by that. Just… you seem like one of the good ones.” 

“Well, I won’t be shooting up heroin in the bathroom, but I still know how to have fun. I’m not a total prude.” 

Fez chuckled, taken aback by her blunt words, but he found he liked it. She was slowly showing parts of her, the real her, that both surprised and delighted him.  

“Nah, didn’t think you were.” The way she reacted to his drug dealing certainly proved that. “But, umm, I'd love to go.” He said, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous to her as he did to his own ears. And he wasn’t about to tell her that he showed up to every party to deal. 

Stevie smiled and grabbed his hand, making his smile falter as he stared down at her in shock. It wasn’t until she grabbed the marker on the counter beside him that he understood and he watched, entranced, as she wrote her address on his palm. 

“Stevie, come on, let’s go.” Kat called out, the group of them ready to go. 

Slightly disappointed, Stevie stepped away from the counter, smiling at Fez. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, see you.” 

As Stevie left the store, fighting the urge to look back over her shoulder at him, she heard Ashtray’s mumbled voice.

“That’s Stevie?”

She bit her lip, her stomach flipping at the knowledge that Fez had talked about her. 

“What’s up with you?” 

Stevie was startled out of her daze and looked at Cassie who was eyeing her suspiciously, though the coy smile on her face was telling that she knew exactly what was going on.

“Nothing.”

“Since when are you friends with Fez?”

“We have bio together.” She shrugged innocently, not yet ready to divulge just what she felt for the quiet drug dealer. 

Cassie’s knowing smirk made Stevie blush and she quickened her steps to get to the car faster and end the conversation. 

By the next night, her house was crawling with teenagers, most she didn’t even know. She never understood how parties got this crazy. Looking around the crowds, she kept her head on a swivel, looking for the one person she was desperately wanting to see.

She felt nervous at the prospect of seeing Fez in such a casual way, one that had nothing to do with their tutoring arrangement. She downed the spiked fruity punch in her cup in one swallow and quickly made her way to the kitchen to get more to sate her nerves. 

When Fez arrived at the party, he was on the lookout, his eyes scanning every face that passed him in search of her. 

It took awhile to get through the crowds but he eventually found her. He smiled at the sight of her, a strange feeling settling within him as he watched her laugh, leaning heavily on Rue for stability as her laugh shook her entire body. Fez was enamored with the sight.

She was quiet around him but he got the feeling she was the type of person to give you her all once you had her trust. He longed for the day she could laugh like that with him. 

He stepped into the kitchen, sending a nod to Rue who greeted him happily, equating his presence to an incoming drug haul. 

“Hey, you came!” Stevie called out excitedly over the loud music. Without a thought, she stepped forward eagerly and practically jumped into his arms. 

Fez was stunned by the tight hug and his arms floundered for a second before he snapped out of his daze and hugged her back. 

Rue watched, her face creased in confusion as she saw the expression on Fez’s face change. His usual passive and uncaring demeanor was nowhere to be found. He looked downright gleeful in that hug. 

Rue placed her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh. 

As the two pulled away from the hug, their eyes met and they shared a small smile, the both of them nervous as any teen with their crush would be. 

“You, uhh, you look great.” Fez stuttered, cursing himself for the hitch in his voice but when he saw the blush bloom on her cheeks, his humiliation quickly turned into triumph.

“Thanks.” Stevie said as she curled a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous tick she’d had since she was a kid. 

“You two know each other?” Rue asked, eyeing the drug dealer wearily. She knew her friend didn’t partake in hard drugs, nothing more than weed, and she found it hard to believe they would be close friends.

“She’s helpin’ me with school.” 

“Oh, cool.”

“Do you want a drink?” Stevie asked, quickly changing the conversation. She knew how uncomfortable Fez felt talking about school, something that was a big insecurity for him. He nodded and followed her to the table stacked full of alcohol.

“Hey, so I was wonderin’ if maybe, on Monday, if you wanna study at my place, ‘stead of the library.”

Stevie looked at him, her heart racing, her mind running wild as she thought of what he could possibly mean by his proposition. Surely, it had to mean more than just studying, right? She was sure Fez never did anything with a hidden meaning, he was the type to tell people what he meant, straightforwardly, but she couldn’t help but hope.

Suddenly realizing she hadn’t said a word and Fez was looking at her, nervously awaiting her answer, she shook herself out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” She replied, hoping she didn’t sound as eager as she worried she did. 

“Cool.” Fez nodded, his lips twitching upwards. 

Suddenly, the sound of a loud crash from the other room broke the moment. Stevie sighed heavily, rolling her eyes in frustration.

“Fuck, I gotta go deal with that.” Stevie said and began to make her way out of the room but turned on her heel to look back at him, only to find his eyes still on her. “I’ll be back.”

Fez nodded and continued to watch her leave. 

It wasn’t until Rue laughed that he was forced out of his trance-like state. 

“Damn, you got it bad, Fez.” 

“The hell you on about, Rue?” 

“You and Stevie. You in love with her or something?”

Fez shook his head, ignoring the way his heart jumped at her accusation. 

���You’re crazy, bro. You know that?” 

“Oh come on.” Rue admonished with a roll of her eyes. “Your eyes turn into cartoon hearts when you look at her. You’re whipped, dude.” 

Fez didn’t have a response. He had no rebuttal because it was true. He couldn’t deny how he looked at her, he couldn’t deny the strange feelings within him whenever he thought about her. He couldn’t deny what Rue was teasing him about.

“Holy shit, you’re really in it, aren’t you?” Rue asked in disbelief, noting that he had no teasing comeback. He was serious in what he felt, something she’d never seen from him before.

“Fuck,” Fez sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Don’t say shit ‘bout it, kay?” 

She could see how agitated he was getting at the prospect of her telling on him and her expression of shock never wavered, she had never seen Fez so worked up before. 

“Alright, I got you. But it’s gonna cost you.”

Fez sighed heavily, regretting not walking away from Rue when he had the chance. “Fuckin’ hell, Rue, you know I ain’t givin’ you shit for free.”

“Not free, just a discount.” Rue offered, giving him an innocent smile.

“Shit, you know you owe me like a hundred bucks already, right?” 

Rue opened her mouth to argue back, but it quickly shut when she realized Fez was right. He scoffed in amusement and clapped his hand on Rue’s shoulder as he passed her and began to make his way into the hoard of people in search of Stevie. 

Across the house, with her arms full of vases, Stevie pushed her way through the crowds to get to her room. She knew her mom would freak out if she came home to find her best crystal shattered. 

The music was muted upstairs, away from the chaos the main floor held. She pushed the valuables under her bed, making a note to remember to put them back tomorrow before her parents got home and realized what had happened in their absence. 

“Hey.”

Stevie jumped in fright and turned abruptly, placing a hand over her racing heart. A cute guy stood in her doorway, a charming smile plastered on his face.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s ok, I just wasn’t expecting you.” Stevie assured him, shifting on her feet, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. “The bathroom’s down the hall.”

“I wasn’t looking for the bathroom. I was looking for you.”

Stevie’s hackles raised immediately and she crossed her arms over her chest protectively. “For me?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you ‘round, thought I’d finally make my move.”

Stevie looked at him in confusion, her expression one of shock and hesitance, weary of what brought him up to her room. 

“I’m Jeff, we have english together.”

“Oh right, sorry. I think I’ve had too much to drink tonight.” 

“Nah, that’s ok.” He smiled and began to slowly make his way into her room, closing the door behind him.

Stevie’s shoulders tensed, her eyes zeroing in on the closed door. A sense of dread began to overtake her and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention as every instinct told her to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Downstairs, Fez was still on his quest to find her. He was stopped multiple times by other party goers looking to buy drugs off of him. He didn’t care that he was making money, he was only getting annoyed that they all kept slowing him down.

Fez began to make his way up the stairs, his eyes falling over every picture that lined the walls. He smiled to himself at the sight of her childhood self, noting that she looked nothing like her parents. 

He wondered why that was something she had never talked about before. 

As he got to the upper level, he flinched slightly at the sound of a slamming door. His brows furrowed, his expression morphing into one of concern as he saw Stevie storming down the narrow hallway, her face dark like a thundercloud, a look he had never seen on her face before, a look he could never even fathom on her face before.

“Hey, you alright?”

His words seemed to startle her and she looked up at him, her dark expression changing into one of fear and it made Fez’s stomach twist uncomfortably. He never wanted her to look at him like that.

He stepped closer to her, his senses now on high alert.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice low with worry. 

“Nothing, I’m fine.” 

He raised a questioning brow, knowing she was trying to blow off his question. “You sure you’re-”

“I’m gonna get another drink, you need one?”

Fez faltered for a moment, taken aback by her obvious brush off. “Nah, I’m good. You wanna talk-”

“I’ll meet up with you later.” She interrupted his questions of concern again, giving him a fake smile and breezed past him to make her way down the stairs. 

Fez watched her go, feeling as though his heart cracked more with each step she took away from him. He ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily, trying to wrack his brain for a reason, if there was something he’d said that ruined her night.

The sound of a door opening behind him broke him out of his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder, his entire body going rigid, his blood running cold as a preppy looking douchebag came out of the same room he’d seen Stevie exiting from.

The man gave Fez a jovial smirk as he fixed his jacket which was askew on his frame, evident that he’d thrown it on hurriedly. 

Fez felt his hands clench into fists as his mind raced with the thousands of possibilities of what that interaction meant. He didn’t know what happened in that room, but one thing was for sure, he hated the smug smile on that douchebag’s face.

Downstairs, Stevie found solace outside, her shaking hands trying and failing to light the joint at her lips.

“You need some help?” 

Stevie jumped and cursed under her breath. “The fuck, Rue? Where the hell did you come from?”

“I’ve been out here this whole time watching you struggle. You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“Where were you? I think Fez was looking for you.” Rue teased as she moved to sit next to her on the grass. 

“I saw him.” She answered monotonously. 

Rue eyed her friend curiously, noting the clipped tone of her voice, one so unlike the Stevie she knew. 

“Did something happen? Cause if Fez overstepped a boundary you know I have no trouble getting my hands dirty. I’d take him by the shoulders and just- pow!” Rue mimicked a groin-kicking motion, though it did nothing to make Stevie crack a smile.

“No, Fez is fine.” She said quietly. 

Rue’s face turned serious, all traces of joking, she even felt more sober at the very quickly unfolding reality that something was seriously wrong with her friend.

“Who did something?” She asked, having a pretty good, yet horrendous idea about what had her looking so haunted.

Stevie turned her head, looking at Rue head on for the first time in the interaction. She looked almost scared that Rue had correctly guessed just what had her shaken.

“Stevie?” 

The young woman sighed and leaned back in the grass, tossing her joint to the side, giving up on lighting the damn thing. Rue laid back with her, scooting in closer so her shoulder brushed against hers, awaiting her explanation with bated breath.

“Some guy from my english class.”

“Shit.” Rue whispered, placing a hand over her eyes as she winced. “We can go to the police and nail that asshole to-”

“He didn’t rape me.” Stevie interrupted, stopping the revenge train Rue was full steam ahead on. “He wanted to, I’m sure, but I… I shoved him off before he…”

Rue remained silent, taking in her words with a heavy feeling settling on her chest. She felt disgusted, she felt beyond angry and she felt sad that her friend, the sweetest fucking person she knew on this planet had to go through something so twisted. 

“I just don’t get it.” 

“Don’t get what?”

Stevie let out a ragged breath, her mind replaying the incident over and over again. “I said no so many times and it… meant nothing to him.” 

Rue squeezed her eyes shut, loathing to hear the details. 

“I know I’m overreacting, It could’ve been a lot worse. Girls have been through a lot worse and here I am freaking out over nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing.” Rue said fiercely. “That asshole violated you. It doesn't matter if it went all the way or not. It’s fucking wrong.” 

Stevie felt her eyes sting and she settled for just nodding in response, not trusting her voice not to break if she spoke. 

Reaching into her pocket, Rue pulled out one of the few remaining pills she had. She wordlessly handed one over to her friend. Stevie looked down at the small white, seemingly completely innocent pill she knew was anything but innocent.

“You wanna forget tonight ever happened, right?”

Stevie nodded and without any more explanation or thought about the matter or the possible consequences, she grabbed the pill and dry swallowed it like it was her only salvation. She let her eyes fall closed, preparing herself to forget about the disastrous night.

It didn’t take long for the drug to start affecting her.

The world turned on its side and she hummed softly as pure relaxation settled over her. Behind her closed eyes she pictured Fez and despite what had happened that night, she felt herself smile. 

~~

By Monday, as Stevie was walking into her last class of the day, english class, she felt a pit of dread as heavy as lead in her stomach at the thought of seeing the man who had pushed her too far. 

She kept her head down as she took her seat, but her brain, as if trying to torture her, couldn’t help but force her to look up each time someone entered the classroom. As Jeff finally made his way into the room, Stevie’s lips parted, her jaw falling slack with shock.

The teenager’s face was black and blue, his bottom lip swollen nearly tripled its normal size, his left eye almost completely swollen shut. 

Throughout the entire class, Stevie couldn’t keep her eyes off of the guy, drinking in every last inch of his bruised face with a delight that should’ve been off putting to her, but honestly, it was just downright satisfying to see him busted up.

As the final bell rang, she eagerly made her way out of class, a strange sense of happiness she didn’t have at the beginning of the day coursing through her. She saw Fez waiting by the front doors and she waved when his eyes found hers. 

She navigated her way through the throngs of people to get to Fez, not noticing how he watched her fondly. Her smile was dazzling as she made her way to him and Fez couldn’t help but find his own smile growing at the sight of her.

“Hey, how was your day?”

Stevie laughed slightly, still not quite used to his genuine nature. 

“As good as it can be here.” 

“Yeah, I feel you. You ready to go?” 

She nodded eagerly, her heart beginning to race within her chest at the prospect of going to his house. 

As she moved to follow Fez to his car, she noticed his shoulders tense. Turning her head, she saw Jeff passing by them. The injured man’s eyes widened when he saw Fez and they averted to the ground, not daring to look at her as he practically scurried past them. 

She watched the scared man leave, her eyes narrowing as the pieces began to fall into place. Her gaze moved to Fez and when he refused to meet her eyes, she knew she had her answer. 

Fez was the one who put those bruises on Jeff’s face.

They wordlessly got into his car, neither one of them commenting on the situation at hand as the car was started and they pulled out of the parking lot. 

Stevie was taken aback, wondering why the hell Fez had done what he did. She couldn’t help but feel her stomach twisting with excitement at the mere thought that he had done it for her. She didn’t think she’d be the type of girl to swoon over violence, but Fez was making her feel like she didn’t even know herself anymore, but in the best way possible.

“It was you, right?” She finally blurted out, desperate to break the tense silence that was driving her crazy. 

“What?” He asked as he shared a brief glance with her before quickly averting his eyes back to the road. He knew exactly what she was asking, but he was reluctant to speak on it, suddenly fearing that he’d overstepped, that he grossly misread the situation. 

“You beat the shit out of Jeff.” 

Fez just shrugged, trying to hide his nervousness. “Asshole had it comin’.”

“Why?”

Fez just shrugged again, not willing to say what he feared that scum of a man had done to her at her party. He became furious just thinking of it.

“Did he do something to you?” 

He couldn’t help but laugh, a soft sound of shock that he couldn’t hold back. It was obvious to him that something had happened at her party, something deeply upsetting and here she was, concerned for him. 

“You serious?”

Stevie was even more confused and she shifted in the passenger seat, worried this would spiral into a conflict she had no idea how to deal with. The shock and anger in his voice scared her, not because she worried he would hurt her, but the idea of being on his bad side, of being someone he no longer wanted around, was terrifying to her.

“I know that asshole did somethin’ to you at your party.” 

She opened her mouth, but no words escaped her and she was left to gape at him. 

“He left your room right after you. Knew you were actin’ weird, knew he hurt you.” 

“And you beat him up because of it?” 

“You angry?” He asked, his voice low with barely contained worry. 

“No, why would I be?”

“Cause I beat the shit outta your boyfriend.” 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She corrected quickly, desperate for Fez to know she wasn’t a taken woman, especially not for a man like Jeff. 

Fez just nodded slowly, trying not to show how elated he felt at the knowledge of her lack of relationship. But there was still one burning question that wouldn’t leave his mind, no matter how much he feared to know the harsh truth. 

“So what the hell did he do to you?”

Stevie opened her mouth to refuse that there was ever a problem with that night, that there hadn’t been a fear inducing moment with that asshole, but Fez beat her to it.

“And don’t give me any shit, kay? I know you, Stevie, I know you were upset that night and I know it has somethin’ to do with that asshole.”

She was left to stare at her shoes, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn’t think she could look into those deep pools of blue that captivated her so greatly as she told him about that night. 

“It’s not…” She began but trailed off, sighing heavily as she tried to buck up the courage to say the words to the one person she really did not want knowing. “It’s not that bad. He just… it took him some time to understand the meaning of the word ‘no’.” She admitted quietly, her fingers picking at a thread on her jeans anxiously. 

The car came to an abrupt halt, a flurry of horns sounding from pissed off drivers behind them. Fez then cranked the wheel, maneuvering a rapid u-turn.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Gotta teach that playboy a lesson. Fucker can’t be walkin’ ‘round after that shit.” Fez said, his voice low and simmering with anger.

Stevie had to ignore the feeling that bloomed in her stomach that was definitely not anger.

“You already beat him up, what else are you gonna do, kill him?” 

“Would be doin’ the world a favor.”

“Fez, stop. Just leave it alone.”

“Why?” He yelled, angered beyond belief by her insistence. He wanted to see the man suffer for what he did. 

“Because you’re not going to prison over me!” 

His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together so hard it was a wonder his teeth didn’t crack from the pressure. His hands clenched on the wheel tightly, his bruised knuckles turning white. 

“Fez, please.” She pleaded, her voice softer, portraying just how worried she was.

With a heavy exhale, Fez eased his foot off the gas pedal and put his blinker on to turn around, seizing his rampage for revenge. 

Stevie let out a loud breath and slumped back in her seat, running a hand through her hair that was tangled from the wind breezing in from the open window. Fez looked over at her, his chest tightening at the sight of her looking so stressed. 

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, shamefully. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me.” She assured him, looking over at him with reverence. “You could never scare me.” 

Fez felt his throat go tight, like he could no longer breathe. It was quiet in the car, the radio playing on a low volume the only sound between them as he tried hard to force his brain that felt like it was short-circuiting to think of something to say to her. 

It was silent between them for a few minutes before Fez finally gained the courage to speak again.

“I’m sorry he did that to you.” 

Stevie felt her heart swell at the genuineness in his voice, one that always blew her away because it was something she seldom ever heard from anyone else in her life. 

“It’s ok. I’m fine, I’ll move on.” 

Fez frowned and looked over at her. “Yeah, well, I think..” He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat nervously. “Think at the next party, you should stick with me.” 

Stevie felt her lips twitch, wanting so badly to grin like a madman as happiness swelled within her, pushing down every anxious thought she had just seconds ago. She was amazed how he could turn her to mush with such innocent words.

“I can do that.” 

As the car pulled into the lot in front of his apartment complex, the energy around them had flipped, a lighter air around them now that everything had been aired out. Stevie still felt as though a cinder block was resting on her chest as she thought about everything that had happened on the weekend.

She was an anxious person and stewing about events were a constant. 

But with Fez, it seemed easier to brush them off. It seemed easier to think of anything bad as a nothing but a fleeting, passing thought.

She couldn’t help but look around, drinking in every inch of his home, hoping it would tell her everything she needed to know about the guy she was quickly falling for. He guided her to the couch and they got their textbooks out, making her shoulders slump in disappointment. 

She should’ve known this was truly just to study. 

Stevie tried her hardest to focus on the words on the pages in front of her and answer every question Fez had about the homework for the night, but her mind was scattered. On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to confide in Fez about all the bad shit she was feeling. But on the other hand, scaring him off was the last thing she wanted to do.

And letting the skeletons in her closet roam free for him to see was something she definitely couldn’t do if she wanted to be desirable to the man. 

She didn’t want to screw this up. 

But, Fez, someone who had been observant all his life, knew something was nagging at her.

“You ok, you seem lost.” 

“I think I’m a bad person.” Stevie said before she could second guess herself. Her desire to get things off her chest outweighing her insecurities. 

Fez looked over at her, his face twisted with disbelief. “That’s bullshit. You’re the coolest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever met. And you’re dealin’ with me, there’s no way you a bad person.”

Stevie laughed softly at his words, though it was weak, like she wasn’t convinced. Her smile slowly faded as she thought about the past weekend and the many things that had happened that made her look back in regret.

“I did oxy with Rue at my party.” She blurted out before she could stop herself.

Fez’s eyes widened and an instant shock of protectiveness swelled within him at the thought of her spiraling down a dark path of addiction. He wanted to shield her from everything bad in this world and the thought of her getting hurt because of his own supply made his chest ache in a way it never had before.

“Shit.” Was all he was able to say. 

“I don’t- I’m not like going crazy to do it again. It was cool, but… I dunno, I think it just stressed me out more than anything.”

Fez blew out a long breath, feeling like he could relax knowing she wasn’t about to start asking him for drugs now. He didn’t think he could live with himself if he sold to her and ruined her life. 

“Wait, that why you think you’re a bad person?” He asked, looking over at her with disbelief.

She floundered for a few seconds before nodding slowly. 

“Both my parents - my birth parents - are dead because of drugs. But one of my best friends in the world is an addict. You deal drugs and I love spending time with you.” Her words made his heart jump and he fought hard not to show just how fucking elated he felt.

“I should hate drugs, I shouldn’t be experimenting, I shouldn’t feel so… neutral about them.” 

Fez felt out of his element, but he would be damned if he didn’t try his hardest to soothe every worry in her mind that to him, had no business tarnishing any part of her beautiful spirit. 

“You don’t gotta base your entire life ‘round other people, even your family. You’re a person, your own person and you gonna do what you want. You gotta live your life without worryin’ what other people think.”

Stevie was pleasantly surprised by his words. His very Fez-like delivery made her smile, holding back a smirk, but she couldn’t deny that what he was saying made sense. 

“And you’re last person capable of bein’ bad.” He added, suddenly feeling courageous to say exactly what was on his mind, just to make her feel better. “You’re smart, funny, you actually give a shit about other people and… you’re beautiful. You’re a ray of fuckin’ sunshine.” 

He shocked himself and the courage he possessed in that moment as he looked her directly in the eye, needing to make sure that she knew that he meant every word. But all he saw was disbelief in her gaze, the instinct to disregard his compliments and tell him he was wrong.

“Don’t look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” She asked, her voice weak, still reeling from his words. 

“Like what I’m sayin’ ain’t the truth.” 

Stevie was stunned to silence. No one in her life had ever spoken to her with such a genuine need to show her how special she was. Not even her parents had ever tried this hard to pull her away from the negative lens she placed over herself. 

Her eyes slowly moved upwards, finding Fez still looking at her with nothing but that pure-hearted, genuine gaze of his. 

The moment shifted suddenly, the air around them no longer innocent, no longer a moment between two friends. It was electric, heavy with unspoken words and ignored feelings. It came to a head in that moment, both of them too fucking sick of holding back what they felt, what they had been dancing around for weeks.

Stevie noticed Fez’s eyes flutter down to her lips before quickly averting upwards, like he had done something wrong by wandering, by the silent gesture of wanting more. 

“Fez,” She said softly, barely a whisper, and he swallowed thickly. “You can kiss me.” 

He swore his heart stopped. He hadn’t meant for his gaze to wander, to give away just how much he wanted to kiss her, not after what she’d told him about Jeff and that asshole trying to force himself on her. 

He wasn’t about to put her in that situation, not so soon after what she’d been through.

He shook his head and let his gaze fall from hers. She moved in closer to him, placing her hand on top of his that was nervously plucking at the couch cushion below him. Her other hand surprised him, landing softly on his cheek and she gently coaxed him to look at her again.

“I want you to.” 

His blue eyes were wide and though there was still a lingering sense of hesitance, worried how this would change the nature of their relationship - neither one of them wanted to say goodbye to their friendship - there was excitement. They couldn’t deny that this new step into strange territory was one they wanted so badly.

Fez leaned forward slowly and he heard her breathing hitch slightly, making his eyes fall closed with a heavy breath because, goddammit, that was the sexiest fucking thing he ever heard. His heart was thumping fiercely as he gently pressed his lips to her, still tentative, worried she would think of Jeff and what he tried to do to her and push him away in fear. 

Stevie’s stomach twisted and flipped and rolled into knots instantly as he kissed her with all the gentleness she knew he would possess. 

A colorful firework display was happening behind his closed eyes and he knew he was doomed. He wanted this feeling to last forever.

The kiss was slow, hesitant and brief, innocent in the way only two friends exploring their deeper feelings could be. 

But as their eyes opened, a shared look of realization passing between them, something shifted. They knew there was no going back now. 

Within a second, Fez crashed his lips to hers again, Stevie meeting his kiss with equal fervor. His hands traveled down the length of her body to grip at her waist, needily pulling her in closer to him. 

Stevie gripped the back of his neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she felt his tongue swiping against her own, the moment now much more lustful than curious. She held onto him tightly, letting him guide her into his lap.

Fez’s hands slowly started to rise, his touch gentle as he felt her bare skin beneath her shirt’s rising hem that was too tantalizing not to touch. 

“Fucking hell.” 

They broke apart abruptly, Stevie practically throwing herself off his lap. 

Ashtray glared at both of them. “You two better learn to take it upstairs ‘cause I ain’t gonna be walkin’ in on this shit everyday.” 

“Sorry, bro.” Fez mumbled, his cheeks burning with a blush of embarrassment. 

As Ashtray stomped out of the room, grumbling about needing to wash his eyes out with soap, Fez and Stevie shared soft, knowing smiles. 

“Sorry ‘bout him. He’s an ass.”

“No, no, it’s ok.”

Fez nodded, biting his lip anxiously, a question burning in his mind. “So… was that-”

“It was perfect.” She interrupted what would have been a nervously stuttered question. 

“Yeah?” He perked up, looking at her with barely contained excitement, still quite not believing this was how the day had turned out.

“This is gonna make studying a lot harder now.” Stevie drawled and Fez snorted, placing a hand over his face as he leaned back into the couch. 

After that day, their relationship was different. 

Instead of meeting up to study, Fez took her out on dates, real dates that any other budding relationship would have. 

He would take her out on the weekends, eating greasy fast food on the hood of his car, driving around town, the radio blasting at an ear-splitting level. He loved to watch her sing, her hair wild with the blowing wind, completely uninhibited for the first time. 

He took her to see a scary movie and as everyone screamed in fright at a jump scare he heard her laugh. Looking over at her, his lips quirked upwards in amusement, she caught his gaze, still giggling and shrugged at the questioning look in his eyes. 

He couldn't resist her. They spent the rest of the movie tangled in each other, making out like the pair of wild teenagers that they were. 

She was beginning to spend more time at the store than her own home. She would make her way there after school and spend hours with Fez, sitting on the counter as she finished her homework as he worked. They would talk about nothing and everything. 

He told her about his grandma, how he got started in drug dealing. She told him about her adoption, about her sometimes crippling anxiety. 

One of the first things they loved about each other was the way they listened. 

Ashtray was getting to know her better, he no longer glared at her untrusting whenever she was around. He wouldn’t admit it, but he liked when she was around. He liked to see his brother smile. And he loved it when she would come over and make mac and cheese. He didn’t know what she did to it, but it was the best he ever had.

Stevie supported Fez through everything. She was there to sneak him into her room in the middle of the night after a stressful deal with Mouse. She would hold him tight, soothing him of the anxieties he had in his crazy life of his. 

He sometimes worried, wondering if he was being selfish for letting her be in his life that would inevitably have its moments of danger. But when she would hold him, when she would gently graze her fingers over his buzzed hair and kiss his forehead, he swore he would never let her go. 

She was there to help out with his grandma, loving to hear the stories of the badass woman she used to be and wishing she could know her now, secretly longing for the woman’s approval.

She was there when he finally decided to drop out of school.

She supported every decision in his life. 

And he was always there for her when her brain got too loud, when she had trouble discounting the negative voice in her head that told her she was being judged, that told her to retreat within herself and protect herself by never letting anyone in. 

Fez was always there in the bad moments, reassuring her of how special she was, how much he needed her. 

He always told her she was his ray of sunshine. 

On the nights she’d sleep over at his place, he was always there in the morning, reminding her to take her meds as he made breakfast for her and Ash. She blushed everytime. 

She wouldn’t never say this to anyone, knowing the roll of the eyes and judgemental looks that would follow, but they were perfect. Fez was perfect and the beautiful relationship they’d built was perfect.

After a month of dating, Stevie found herself lounging on his couch, watching some B-list action movie. Ash had already gone to bed, leaving the two of them to tangle together without the kid’s snarky comments ruining the mood.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering, wondering just what would happen with the two of them, wondering what their relationship was. 

Fez looked down at her from her place on his lap and he smiled, running his hands through her hair. He soon noticed the concentrated look on her face, one that wasn’t reserved for the movie. 

“What’s got you thinkin’, sunshine?” 

“Hmm?” 

“You’re thinkin’ bout somethin’.”

She turned to look up at him, her face twisted in amusement. “How’d you know?”

“You get this look on your face when you’re thinkin’, like you a million miles away. You bite your lip, your eyes get all squinty and you get that crease right here.” He explained, gently rubbing his thumb over the spot between her brows. 

A grin broke out onto her face, touched by how observant he was with her, how he could read her with such ease. 

“You worried ‘bout somethin’?” He asked, his tone more serious now. She sat up and leaned against the couch next to him, winding her arm through the crook of his elbow and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Nothing bad.” She assured him softly. “I was thinking about us, what we’re doing.”

Fez narrowed his eyes and looked over at her, slightly worriedly. “And?”

“And… I was wondering… what we are. We haven’t really talked about that yet.” 

He reached down and intertwined their fingers, bringing her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles, reveling in the way she snuggled in closer to him.

“You’re my girl.” He said simply. 

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she looked at him with a barely contained smile. “Yeah? So we’re in a relationship, the whole deal?”

“Yeah.” He said with a slight scoff, like he couldn’t believe she even had to ask. “The fuck else you think we’ve been doin all this time?”

She laughed quietly and leaned over, kissing him softly. Fez kissed her back hungrily and with the movie long forgotten, he pushed her back against the couch and hovered over her, his lips never breaking from hers.

~~

Making sure to still make time for her friends, which had gotten harder since she’d skipped a grade didn’t see them as often in school and now especially that she was in a relationship, she found herself at Maddy’s house one Saturday evening as they got ready for a party. 

Stevie was lounging on the bed, scrolling through her phone aimlessly as Maddy droned on about Nate as she did her makeup in front of the mirror. 

“He walked me home from school yesterday and I swear to god, I've never met a man as sweet as him. He’s like, the only good guy left on this planet.” Maddy gushed and Stevie could barely contain a roll of her eyes. 

She knew what Nate Jacobs was like and sweet was definitely not an adjective she’d use. 

She contemplated finally speaking up, finally telling Maddy of their past relationship and warning her to steer clear of that controlling asshole, but Kat’s exclamation of her name stopped her.

“Is that a hickey on your neck?!”

“What?!” Maddy and Cassie yelled simultaneously, looking at Stevie with excited, teasing smiles.

Stevie covered her neck and sat up, moving away from Kat who was poking at the dark spot she knew Fez had given her last night. 

“Who are you fucking?” 

“How long has this been going on?”

“Are you dating or just fucking around?”

“Why haven’t you told us?” 

Her friends’ questions came back to back and they all stared at her, waiting impatiently for the dirt. 

“I’m not fucking anyone.” Stevie lied. She loved her friends but they could be a lot, especially when it came to the topic of boys and sex. 

There was a part of her that wanted what she had with Fez to just be theirs and no one else's. 

“You’re so full of shit.” Maddy admonished, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared her friend down. “Just tell us, we aren’t gonna judge you.”

Stevie sincerely doubted that. But the more they stared at her impatiently, the more they wore her down and she eventually sighed heavily in relention. 

“I’m in a relationship. I have been for a couple of months now.” 

“Is that why you blew me off last weekend?” Maddy asked with a narrowed gaze and Stevie nodded slowly, wincing at the admittance that she worried made her a bad friend.

“Who is it?” Kat asked her eagerly, her kind eyes that longed for details making Stevie smile lightly. She knew Kat was a kind soul, a good friend who genuinely wanted to know because she was happy for her. 

“It’s Fez.” 

The room went quiet for a moment before it erupted chaotically in even more questions.

“You’re dating a drug dealer?!” 

“Jesus christ, Cassie, why don’t you say it louder, I don’t think my parents 5 blocks away heard you.”

“Didn’t he drop out of school?”

“Yeah, he’s got the store to run.”

“And a drug dealing business.” Maddy mumbled under her breath.

“Hey, he’s a lot more than just a drug dealer. And you visit him before every party so what’s your issue?” She defended, feeling her anger rising at the barrage of questions. She would defend Fez until the end. 

“Whatever.” Maddy rolled her eyes and turned back around to continue with her makeup.

“Is he good to you?” Kat asked her quietly and Stevie nodded, smiling at the genuine question. 

“Yeah, he’s…” She trailed off, a goofy smile overtaking her. “He’s the sweetest.”

“Is he good in bed?”

“Cassie.” Kat scolded with a blush on her cheeks, the topic now verging into territory that made her bashful. 

“What? Come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Fez is so quiet and chill, I can’t imagine him having sex.”

“Well, I would prefer if you didn’t think about my boyfriend having sex.” 

Kat snickered at the banter, but she had to admit, she was wondering that too. Looking over at Stevie, she leaned in closer, raising a questioning brow.

“Is he good?” She asked quietly.

Stevie bit her lip as her thoughts drifted to Fez and the many times she had ended up in his bed. 

“Yeah, he’s good.” She answered vaguely, her voice slightly dazed as she continued to reminisce.

“That’s it?” 

“Yeah, come on, give us some details.”

“Does he go down on you?”

Stevie felt her cheeks warm, another memory taking over and she laughed, leaning back on the pile of pillows behind her as she grinned like a woman in love. 

“He went down on me for like two hours last night.” 

Cassie’s jaw dropped and she looked over her shoulder at Stevie in disbelief before laughing loudly. 

“Wow.” Kat whispered, her mind wandering to fantasies as it usually did when her friends talked about their sex lives, making her lack of a sex life all the more obvious to her. 

“Damn, go Fez.” Maddy said with a soft laugh. Looking at Stevie in the mirror, she smiled. “You’re a lucky bitch.”

Stevie knew she was lucky, she had been lucky since the first date. She knew she was a lucky girl to have captured his attention. Fez wasn’t the type to drool over girls, he was more pragmatic than people gave him credit for.

But she was counting her lucky stars that she was the one to turn his head. 

She’d been with other guys before but they never excited her, they always made her long for something more, something better. But everything was different with Fez.

She had the best now. 

Stevie could’ve spent the rest of the evening gushing about Fez, gushing about how her entire outlook on life had changed. 

She used to see sex as an itch to scratch, or even a social liability, something you better get done before people start looking down on you, thinking there was something wrong with you for not getting to it. 

Of all the cliches she’d heard in her life, sex was infinitely better with someone you love, was one she knew was true. 

Fez could make her toes curl, her eyes roll into the back of her head, her back arch, her vocal chords to sing without restraint. 

He touched her with a desire no one else ever had for her. He sent her into a desire no one ever had before. 

~~

“Fez,” Her soft voice sounded in the dimly lit room. Her hands trailed up the length of his back to grip onto his shoulders, leaving goosebumps to rise on his skin in the wake of her touch. 

He moved deliberately but slowly, thrusting into her with reverence. He pulled away from where he had been lavishing her neck with desperate kisses and held himself above her, looking down at her in awe, relishing in the way her lips parted with a gasp at his next thrust.

His face was one of concentration and when her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch, keening softly as he very subtly quickened his pace. 

He leaned down, letting his forehead rest against hers and his one hand, which had been clutching to her waist, moved to grab hers, intertwining their fingers and holding them against the bed below them. 

He kissed her sporadically through their panting breaths, using his other hand to grasp at her thigh, hiking her leg upwards further on his waist. 

She let out a shuddering breath, her head falling back onto the pillow below her, her eyes squeezed closed as he moved steadily, his hips grinding against her in the perfect way that never failed to make her shake. 

“You close, baby?” Fez panted, his voice ragged and desperate. He needed her to fall off the edge and soon because he knew he was close to losing his control. 

She nodded frantically, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths as he drove her to ecstasy. She could’ve cried at the gentle way he held her, at the way he looked at her with a gaze filled with nothing but love. 

“Fez, please.” She breathed out, begging for more. 

He groaned lowly, a raspy sound that sent shivers down her spine. Her mouth dropped open, a whine escaping her, and her hand clenched in his own as he quickened the pace, fucking her deeper, with more vigour, making her head spin pleasurably.

He felt his control slipping from him each time his name fell from her lips. The way she dug her nails into his shoulder and tightened her legs around his waist, holding him in closer to her brought him dangerously close to the edge. 

Fez moved deliberately, looking for that one spot he knew drove her crazy and he knew when he found it when she let out a loud whine and shuddered against him. His breathing became ragged, his hands moving to cradle her head, his fingers tangling in her already messy hair. 

He crashed his lips to hers fiercely, muffling her moans which were getting louder and louder. Her body seized against his, her lips parting from his, a sharp cry escaping her as she crashed head first into her orgasm. She clenched around him even tighter, making Fez squeeze his eyes shut, his face twisting with effort to work her through her high.

He grunted loudly, his hands pulling at her hair unknowingly as he reached his earth shattering peak. His hips stuttered against hers as he breathed heavily in her ear, his pace slowing until eventually stopping. He slumped over her, resting his weight on top of hers comfortably.

They basked in silence as they caught their breaths. 

Fez held her just a little tighter, placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder before rolling off of her with a hearty exhale. But he didn’t move too far. He kept her in his arms, planting his lips on every inch of her that he could find in his exhausted and sated state. 

“Do you gotta go home tonight?” He asked quietly and she shook her head, leaning in closer to his touch.

“No, I’m staying right here.” 

His touch eased her mind, something no amount of medication could ever do for her. 

She found solace in his arms. She found her problems meant absolutely nothing in his arms. 

But, as she knew from living in this town, peace was never a lasting image. 

~~

I will definitely be writing more about this couple! The next part will be based on the show’s plot and shit will go down with Nate and Mouse and all that angsty goodness. 

Hope you enjoy xx

[cognitosclowns]

LOVE your hc posts so far but do u have any a n g s t hcs for andre or brett?? IDK WHY I ALWAYS WANT MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS TO SUFFER LAMOSJSH

ANON IM THE EXACT SAME SDJKSJ

you're getting BOTH bc these men <3 both need a lotta therapy goddamn

tw : drug abuse, addiction, drugs n related themes. tw death/dying and related concepts + self-sacrifice. also spoilers for the finale!! 

The options for Angst w/ these two is,, limitless.

Brett

Brett’s undying loyalty to the team is already immaculate for angst. The fact that he would probably sacrifice himself without a second thought for the team destroys me. 

Like he wouldn’t even need to be asked, right?

Would he say goodbye on the spot or is he gone before they even realize? So that there isn’t even a chance that someone else could be hurt?

In the same vein

Has he already planned out something in case smth does happen to him? An accident on a mission?

Does he have something written out for each member of the team? All typed up and easily accessible to make the transition easier

Leaving things for the team to remember him by. Advice and apologies and forgiveness for literally anything they might be able to think of. 

He thought of it too, and it’s written down for them.

He wants to make this as easy as he can for them. The considerate bastard.

whatever he has is written up to go to them in his will

I think these are so particularly painful because for him it wouldn’t even be a question for him. 

It’s obvious. Because these are his friends, and he is the human shield, and he is the one who would not be able to live with himself if something happened.

Brett self-sacrifice. Fuck me.

Andre

Ok so what about the moment that Andre realizes that he's unable to cope without drugs

Like not a back-of-the-mind awareness. I mean the moment where it really hits him that,, yeah. Fuck.

That all the friends he has right now almost exclusively know him when he's heavily intoxicated. 

They don’t actually know anything about him when he’s sober. Would they like him when he’s sober? HE doesn’t even like him when he’s sober.

The constant stress on his mind that he has to keep up this Energetic Persona bc otherwise they’re all gonna figure out hes,, just fucking terrified? </3

and post episode 6 this idea gets even worse be

The one time they saw him completely sober, he was panicked to the point of being incapacitated.

That during a crisis where his friend was in kidnapped he was only able to help when he was high.

Him believing that he’s only of use to his team when he is not himself. When he is a completely unrecognizable person.

i am sobbing weeping rolling on the floor

I HOPE THESE WERE OK IM NOT GOOD AT ANGST KSDJLKSA thank you for the ask!!! lskdl I hope we get plenty of angst next season <3 

[hermannsthumb]

Maria. *Grabs your face* MARIA. I would LOVE to see 15 bobbing for apples from the autumn fic meme written by you. Nothing would delight me more!

Anonymous asked: Halloween prompt #15 please!!... "Bobbing for apples but we meet accidentally underwater lady and the tramp style." OR "I thought we'd have fun bobbing for apples but you actually hate it and are really mad now"

15. Bobbing For Apples

from autumn fic prompts here

KATE ❤️__ ❤️for you id write anything... and anon the lady and the tramp scenario is so fucking funny/good

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It’s a really good thing that Hermann has Newt, because if Newt’s being honest, he has no damn clue what the poor dude would do without him. Work himself to death, probably. Or spend every Saturday night alone in his bunk. So depressing. Newt considers it his big charitable act of—well, of all time—to force Hermann into social functions, whether it's fun nights out at the bar (with Newt!), or down the hall a few feet for awesome movie marathons in Newt’s quarters (with Newt!), or something like tonight, which is a super awesome and fun Halloween party that, like, everyone on the base was invited to (including Newt!).

Hermann was all set to spend another night alone (probably changing the batteries in all his calculators or rearranging the hangers in his closet) when Newt dragged him out, more or less by the collar of his argyle sweater, with multiple threats to make his life a living hell the following week in the lab if he didn't comply immediately. "Seriously, dude," Newt had said, ominously, while Hermann looked at him like a furious cat ready to take a swipe, "you're gonna put in those vampire fangs and get drunk with me, or you're gonna regret it. I mean it." Newt was not opposed to blasting the shittiest depths of his Spotify account over his bluetooth speakers or using Hermann's favorite coffee mug to hold his dissection tools. Luckily for both of them, Hermann decided the risk wasn't worth it.

Newt knows Hermann is bound to recognize how selfless Newt is being and thank him for it eventually. Probably. Maybe a few years from now. For now, Newt is enjoying the warm and fuzzy feeling of having done a good deed, and also of drinking a considerable amount of spiked punch.

Hermann is not enjoying either.

"I did, in fact, have plans for tonight," he tells Newt, sipping his ginger ale and observing Newt with a fierce scowl. He flat-out refused the booze Newt tried to push on him. It's fine, whatever—it's enough for Newt, right now anyway, that he actually came. They'll work up to bigger stuff like that later.

"Like what?" Newt says. "Doing a crossword puzzle and watching the second half of that boring-ass documentary you put on last weekend?"

Newt considers it an affront to the very concept of movie nights that Hermann used his pick on a documentary, and one about the jaeger program that didn't even bother interviewing him, no less. Newt loves a good documentary, don't get him wrong, but movie nights are for escapist shit. You don't see him switching on Godzilla. Plus, having to watch stock footage of Dr. Gottlieb Sr. blabbing his mouth about how smart he was while you were debating making a move on his son (who was currently in you bed, looking super cute in your sweatpants, because he'd forgotten to pack pj's) was kind of a mood-killer. "It wasn't boring," Hermann sniffs, which tells Newt that his guess was dead-on. "It was...interesting. And anyway, just because they aren't your idea of plans..."

"Okay, whatever," Newt says. "Let's just have fun. That's the point of a party."

He throws an arm around Hermann's shoulder and drags him closer, until their heads knock together painfully. He hears Hermann growl low in his throat. Newt doesn't say, soon, we won't have the time to do stupid shit like this anymore, so we should enjoy it while we can, even though he wants to. It's better to not make fun stuff depressing. Plus, Hermann might decide to take that as an invitation to bail and put on his documentary. Instead he reaches up across Hermann and flicks his chin. Hermann's whole body stiffens. "I can't believe I got you into this super awesome party and you're not even pretending to be thankful," Newt says.

With no great deal of difficulty, Hermann pushes Newt off of him. Newt lands heavily back in his chair, making the whole thing wobble, and he laughs as he just manages to catch himself from falling off the other side. "You got me in?" Hermann says. "Newton, I was invited three weeks ago."

Newt stops laughing. "You were?"

"Yes," Hermann says. The corner of his lip twitches up, with a smugness so powerful Newt can feel it radiating off of him in waves. Bastard. "I took it upon myself to ask if you might be permitted to come, too." He adds, sarcastically, "Out of the kindness of my heart. I know how terribly put out you get when you aren't included in these sorts of things."

Newt considers this new information, and then discards it, because it really doesn't fit the image of himself he's been cultivating as the cool, hip friend to Hermann's uncool, unhip nerd. Like, come on, between the two of them, Newt is obviously the one you'd want at your party. Hermann's gotta be kidding. Probably. Maybe. "It's a lame party anyway," Newt mumbles.

He tries to put his arm around Hermann's shoulder again, remembers that Hermann really didn't like that the first time, and then drops it back down at his side instead. "Totally lame," he continues. Newt recalls the Halloween parties of his youth with a warm, fond glow: elaborate costumes, tacky decorations, passing around bowls of peeled grapes in the dark, carving jack-o-lanterns while his dad hovered protectively over him to make sure he didn't take a finger off with the knife. This is none of that. Barely anyone even dressed up! The lack of Halloween spirit is tragic. "There aren't even any party games."

"Yes there are," Hermann says, mildly.

He points across the room at a large metal tub that Newt somehow missed before. It looks like it's filled with water, and...

"Dude," Newt says.

He doesn't wait to ask before he's hopping to his feet and dragging Hermann along after him by his blazer cuff. Hermann swats at his heels a few times with his cane, but eventually—like he does with most of Newt's ideas—gives in. "I'm a fuckin' champ at bobbing for apples," Newt boasts. "I used to—oops, excuse me," (he runs into two guys who are, like, twice his height, upsetting their drinks, and he hears Hermann groan as something purple spills on his sweater), "I used to always win it at the fall fest when my dad would take me." And then when he went back as an adult by himself, but it was less impressive a win when you were up against a bunch of ten-year-olds.

"You do have an exceptionally large mouth," Hermann says, rubbing at his stained shoulder. "I suppose that helps." As Newt bends to investigate the iron tub, he says, "Oh, Newton, don't, it's been out all night. Who knows what sorts of germs are in there?"

Newt gets to his knees and rolls up the sleeves of his PPDC-issued labcoat. He's a mad scientist to Hermann's vampire (vampire librarian?) tonight. Yeah, it's kind of a lazy costume, but it was free—he already had everything he needed in the lab. "I can get it in five seconds, max," he declares. His record is one second, but he's the first to admit he's a little rusty, and he'd rather impress Hermann by beating his estimate. "Will you hold my headlamp?"

Grumbling, Hermann takes it. Newt sets his glasses on the ground. "You're going to get yourself bloody soaking," Hermann says, and then he complains about something else, too, but Newt is screwing his eyes shut and ducking his head into the tub, which makes it difficult to hear him. One second—two seconds—two and a half—Newt emerges victorious from the tub, teeth clenched down firmly on an apple, and accidentally splatters a large amount of water on Hermann's shoes. He pulls the apple out of his mouth with a grin and waves it at Hermann. "See. I'm a fucking pro."

He tucks his glasses back on his face to discover that Hermann is staring at him with a very strange expression on his face. Newt can't decide if it's the blacklight bulbs overhead that are washing him out and making him look so flushed, or something else entirely. Then, in a second, he's grumpy and scowling and tsking over his wet shoes. "A pro," he echoes. "Hardly. It can't be that complicated."

Newt gestures grandly at the tub and takes a bite out of his apple. Hermann can always be relied upon to never turn down a challenge, especially when it means making Newt look—potentially—stupid. Newt uses it to his advantage often. Whatever it takes to help the guy have a good time. "It's all yours, dude."

Hermann grumbles something again about Newt being too arrogant for his own good, and something else about showing Newt how to do it without making a mess of everything, then gets down to his knees with a quiet hiss of discomfort. He shoves his cane, and Newt's headlamp, at Newt, though bewilderingly leaves his blazer on. "I'll be just a moment," he says, and dunks his head into the tub.

He splashes back up no more than five seconds later. Apple-less. "Bugger," he coughs, and then coughs some more. The entire front of his sweater is soaked. "I didn't—I didn't start out right. Let me—"

Newt watches Hermann try to drown himself a few more times in mild interest before he finally intercedes. "Need a hand?" he says, getting to his knees next to Hermann.

"No," Hermann splutters.

Newt takes his glasses off again. "Yeah, you do. Okay, now watch me—"

He emerges with another apple in seconds.

Hermann grits his teeth. "Newton—"

"One more?" Newt says, his grin widening.

Back under. Another apple. He winks at Hermann when he goes in for a fourth time, and this time, he feels the water of the tank being upset as Hermann (refusing to be outdone once again) splashes in alongside him. God, Newt loves riling Hermann up like this—he gets so funny, and kinda cute, when he's mad about something. Red in the face, and scowling, and sometimes (when he's real mad) speaking in a dangerously low and rough sort of voice with his r's rolling that makes Newt shiver, just a little. Like, Newton, you worthless, pathetic little man, cease this immediately, or else I'll... He actually said that to Newt once. It made Newt feel a little warm under his collar. Hermann's probably going to say something similar to him this time, and Newt can't wait.

Ten seconds in. Newt has been cutting Hermann a little slack at first, just to see if he can catch up, but finally decides to just go for the apple that's been bobbing steadily against his mouth this whole time. (He loves beating Hermann at stuff.)

And, well, apparently Hermann goes for it too.

They both miss the apple. Newt's mouth is up against Hermann's for another five seconds before he realizes what's happening (that that is definitely not an apple, that that is definitely a mouth, that that mouth is wide and weird another to belong to only one person Newt knows, that that mouth is parting in surprise, oh my God) and then he pulls away so quickly that he breathes in what feels like half the tub of water. He falls back on his ass, coughing furiously, and it's not until he shoves his glasses back on with a shaking hand that he realizes that Hermann has done the same. "I," Hermann says. His eyes are wide. "I'm sor—"

"It's fine," Newt squeaks.

"It was—"

"I know!"

Newt and Hermann's mouths were touching for five whole seconds. Underwater, while apples bobbed against their foreheads, but their mouths still touched. Oh my God. In elementary school, Newt thinks dizzily, that would be enough to catch cooties. This was so not how he wanted his awesome eventual seduction of Hermann to go down. For one thing, it wasn't even a seduction.

"I'm gonna get a towel," Newt says.

Hermann nods. He looks strangely adorable with water droplets on his nose and his hair plastered to his head like that. Newt has to get out of here before he does something stupid, like take Hermann's pointy cheeks between his hands and put their mouths together on purpose. He doesn't think Hermann would respond to that very well right now.

"I'll get you one too," Newt says, and it takes a lot of effort to force himself to his feet.

Hermann nods again.

"Okay," Newt says, and stumbles away. Out of the corner of his eye, he just catches Hermann raising a hand to his mouth.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Mating Season- Hawks x Fem! Reader 18+

A/n: thank you to the beautiful and talented @titanialev once again for feeding me ideas check out her art for this piece here

Warnings: Sex, biting

Word count: 2.5k

This day seemed to have dragged on forever. Work couldn’t be over soon enough. How much fun could you have working at a civilian bank. Nothing of note happened here, all you did was count money and do paperwork all day. The few times you got to text your boyfriend he didn’t respond, but that was probably because he was out patrolling, or doing something for the Commission. He was one lucky bastard.

After a few more hours of torturously boring paperwork you sluggishly waved goodbye to your coworkers and walked out of work. You check your phone one last time before walking home. You smiled as you saw the text you received from your boyfriend. Nothing in the world made you more excited.

The parking lot of your work was always empty, but today it seemed even emptier. Those who couldn’t wait to get home left quickly. Not that you could blame them.There was only one place you wanted to be anyway. “Well isn’t there a sight for sore eyes?” You heard a male voice say to you. You huffed at the attention. Any man who used a cheesy pick up line deserved to be punched. You really just wanted to punch that smug voice in the throat. You groaned internally, rolled your eyes and looked toward the voice.   

“Look, here asshole!” You started saying but when your eyes fell on the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on. His golden eyes pierced your soul. All the anger you felt melted looking at him. How could it not when you’re looking at your boyfriend. 

“I was going to punch you, you know.” You told him. As you looked at him, you saw him leaning against his car hood casually. Wearing his black leather jacket, blue jeans, and sunglasses he looked like a model.

“Yeah, I know. I had to come see my dove.” He told you as he walked over to you.

“This is most certainly a surprise, you never pick me up on Fridays, you’re usually out patrolling until late.” You said surprised as you two embraced. The warmth of his body made you shiver, even though the evening was warm for the season. 

“There are few things in life that I like, you are probably my most favorite.” He muttered into your lips as he pressed his lips into yours. Those soft lips the way they seemed to mold with yours so perfectly. He loved making you flustered in public, and especially in front of your co-workers. You broke the kiss, and your face warmed.

“Keigo, please stop, you’re flustering me.” You whined. He laughed at your remark.

“I like you flustered. If everything goes, right you’ll be more than flustered by the end of the night.” He whispered against your ear. You felt the hair on your neck stand at his comment. He took your hand and walked to the passenger side of the car. You slid into the seat, and buckled yourself in. Keigo slid in the driver’s seat and turned the radio on. You normally wouldn’t think twice, since you both listened to the radio, but you heard Keigo belt out in a terribly strangled voice:

“This is the part when I say I don’t wanna, I’m stronger than I’ve been before. This is the part when I break free cause I can’t resist it no more.” You stared at your  boyfriend like he grew two heads. The fact that he was singing wasn’t what made you want to laugh, it was when he started dancing in the seat. When he stopped the car at a red light, and turned up the music, you weren’t even sure if he was actually you boyfriend.

The driver in the next car over just looked at him and started laughing. You were a bit embarrassed but when you realized that he was having fun, who were you to stop him? When he had continued singing, and this time surprisingly well, you couldn’t help but laugh. He was definitely in a good mood, but something seemed a bit off, and you couldn’t explain it. You thought no more of it, as Keigo turned into the parking garage that was attached to your building.

“Here, I thought we were going to take me to dinner.” You mused aloud and gave him a sweet smile.

“My little bird, I’ve decided that I’d make dinner for you tonight.” He gave you his smug smile that make you melt.

“Oh, I didn’t know you could actually cook, Kei. We’ve been together for a while and you’ve cooked only breakfast for me.” You teased him. He visibly tensed up at your comment.

“Oh, no I am sorry, babe. I didn’t mean it.” You tried to calm him down.

“It’s fine, let’s just go inside.” He told you before he got out of the car to open your door. You walked toward the penthouse you shared while Keigo followed behind you. You both stayed silent while making your way.

After unlocking the door, you sighed heavily. You made him upset, and you knew it. It was best to leave it alone for now. Keigo walked in behind you and wrapped you in his wings and placed a kiss on the nape of your neck, causing shivers to run down your body.

“Dove, you go take a bath and relax. I’ll make us some dinner.” He reassured you. You did as he suggested. The warmth of the bath made your muscles relax and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You heard a soft knock at the door just before you fell asleep.

“Hey, dinner is almost ready, but please don’t rush on my account.” Keigo told you and he left the door slightly ajar. You decided that instead of sleeping you should wash your body quickly and join him for dinner.

After stepping out from the bathroom in your bedroom, you heard the sizzling of meat, smelled garlic, and onions. Your mouth started watering and your stomach rumbled. You were hungry. You went to your top drawer where you kept your panties, and found a handwritten note, from Keigo. It was written in his undeniable scrawl, ‘Go look in the closet’. You debated on it for a moment, you really didn’t want to wear anything but pajamas, but also, Keigo didn’t go out of his way for no reason. 

When entering the walk in closet you found a garment bag hanging in the front of your side of the closet. You unzippered the bag, and found yourself staring at the most gorgeous, black silk halter dress. You’d been eyeing this one for a while now, and when you did go buy it, it was sold out. You decided that you could spend your money on something you needed instead of something you wanted. It wasn’t meant to be for you. Here it was, hanging right in front of your eyes. You quickly changed into it, foregoing any underwear, and went to do your hair and makeup quickly.

After ten more minutes, you were assaulted with whatever food was currently cooking. You saw Keigo swaying to the music he put on, his wings slowly rising and falling with the beat. This time, it wasn’t Ariana Grande, but watching him move was mesmerizing. You noticed the whole dining area was covered with candlelight. The curves and flicker of the flames drew shadows on the wall. The sizzling had died down, and plates were placed on the table. 

“Kei, this is so beautiful. What on earth is all this about?” You asked, eyeing the beautiful bouquet on the table. He turned to see you, and gave you the biggest smile.

“Can I not do something for the woman, I love?” He asked as he pulled you into a slow dance. You notice he had changed out of his jeans and tee shirt into a button down shirt and dress pants. Your heart fluttered at his words. Of course, you loved him, and he loved you. You two spent your days off entangled in one another, but this was a different side of Keigo, you’d never seen before. 

After the slow dance was over, Keigo brought you to the table to eat your food, where he was a gentleman, by pulling out your chair and pushing it for you. You smiled at him. His eyes glanced over your body, the lust very evident.

“You look so beautiful, my dove. You truly are a vision.” He spoke as he kissed your hand.

“Thank you, but where did you find this dress? It’s been sold out as long as we’ve been dating. It wasn’t necessary to buy it.” You told him with excitement.

“The thing is, I am a hero. Even in civilian form, everyone knows who I am. You know I am willing to pay for the things you want. People are willing to do things when a hero asks.” He waved his words away.

“Well, thank you, but it wasn’t necessary. This dinner looks amazing and smells just as good.” You replied. He gave you a knowing smile. 

The conversation throughout dinner was light. The two of you discussed the other heros and his agency. You discussed how boring work was, and how nothing ever happened, but you knew the reason nothing happened was because the Heroes did their patrolling properly.

Keigo took the dishes and cleared them from the table and brought out a small four layered chocolate cake topped with strawberries and whipped cream.

“Did you make this yourself too?” You questioned him. “It looks like something from that little bakery I like not too far from the bank.” 

“I admit. I didn’t think about dessert until right before I picked you up from work. So it is from the bakery, yes.” He admitted to you as he sat down in his chair. You didn’t wait, you took your fork and shoved it right into the cake. Not waiting for Keigo at all. You hummed happily and smiled at your boyfriend. You took your finger and swiped a bit of whipped cream from the top of the cake. Pointing the finger at Keigo’s face, he debated for a moment leaned forward and bit your finger.

“Ow! What the hell?” You jerked your hand back. “That really hurt. Why would you ever bite me?” You questioned him, giving him a bit of side eye.

“Sorry, I guess. I am feeling a little off tonight.” He told you slumping his shoulders. He took the rest of the cake, wrapped it back up in it’s packaging and placed it in the refrigerator to keep cool.

You genuinely felt bad for him. He looked so down, when not even moments ago his spirit was so high. 

“I guess, I will just call it a night. I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just being playful.” He told you as he walked into the bedroom. You couldn’t be mad at him. The man you loved more than anything, had danced with you, had made you the most delicious dinner, he sang to you, he bought you the dress you wanted since before you two were dating. What more could a girl possibly want? 

“Keigo, look. I-” You started saying as you walked into the bedroom. When you entered you saw Keigo wearing nothing but a bow. He looked up at you sheepishly.

“What-” The next thing you knew his mouth was on yours as he kissed you deeply. His hands running over your curves, feeling nothing but your dress beneath his hands. You snaked one arm around him and pulled him close.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today Keigo, but you’re acting strange.” He grabbed your hips and pressed you against the wall. 

“I can only think about one thing… being inside of you.” His voice was dark with lust. He pressed his bulge against you, while undoing the ties of your dress. He didn’t care about anything other than unloading himself into you. 

“My dress!” You cried as he tore it off. 

“I will buy you 100 more, I just need you right now.” His warm breath on your neck. Without a care, he thrusted himself deep inside you. He moaned in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He thrusted into you again as he hardened even more. “Dove, I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve been on edge all day.” 

While you normally didnt mind the sex, there was an edge of anger and desperation to it today. Thinking back on it, you two had been together for a little less than a year. It was Rumi who had told you on a drunken girls night out that once a year, when it was rutting or mating season, she’d act more aggressive than normal. She told you that normally she’d find whatever poor soul she could to take care of it. When you had asked her if Keigo went through the same things, she told you probably, but wasn’t sure how he went about it. It was after that night you’d done some research on the subject.

“God, you look so beautiful, my little bird.” His gold eyes bore into your soft (eye color) ones. His thrusting sped up faster. He nipped at the tender spots of your neck, groaning into you.

“Keigo.” His lips crashed onto yours again, tangling his tongue with yours. He was too far gone in his haze to respond to you. He spread his wings behind him as wide as he could, you remembered seeing this once before when studying biology. Keigo didn’t seem to have noticed that he was showing off his feathers. 

Suddenly, he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. His wings at thier full span.

“I am going to fuck you straight through this bed.” He hissed in your ear and he closed the gap between the two of you. He thrusted himself in you again with more force than before. Harder and faster he crashed into you again and again. His wings opening and closing with his pace. You felt him as he came closer to his limit. His breathing severely labored. His mind no longer concerned with his normal traditions with you. Mating was the only thing on his mind. Releasing this angry beast that overtook him. A final few thrusts, and he released every drop of his seed into you. 

You felt his racing heart slow a bit, and he got his breathing back to normal. You laid underneath him as he had wrapped his wings around you, as he normally did after love making. The haze of lust that filled his eyes was gone. His golden eyes looked at you with love again. He peppered your face with kisses, as you stroked his wings. As he laid his head on your chest for a brief moment, you heard the faintest whisper from him.

“I love you so much, Y/N. Be mine forever. Marry me.” Those were the last words you heard before you both fell asleep.

[kuroos-world]

The Bookshop Keeper - Dabi mini series

Masterlist A/N: thank you for reading ! :) lmk if you want to be tagged !

Pt.1 EC Pt.3 Pt.4

Ever since your official introduction Dabi comes in more frequently. Often the two of you stay way past closing, discussing books you’re reading and theories you have about certain lines. Recently though you’d been reading lots of poetry, which you read aloud and Dabi listened intensely. Your voice was so soothing to him and he loved the way you annunciated your words. One night while you’re reading poetry, you sneak in some of your own. ‘Casually’ asking Dabi his thoughts on it, and when he realizes it was an original he’s elated. Demanding to read everything you’ve ever written, he’s so impressed and loves how intelligent and knowledgeable you are. Really though he’s just happy you trust him enough to read your innermost thoughts, and he learns so much about you through it. Pains you’ve hidden from others, topics that are important to you, how deeply you're capable of loving, and so much more. You become his escape from reality, and he was yours.

No matters what struggles you faced during the week, the two of you could always come to one another and relax. Whether it be reading in silence next to each other (which was Dabis favorite) , venting about the problem (mainly you) or distracting yourselves with talking about anything. He even stayed with you on long nights when you had to update your records or check inventory. Dabi became your most trusted friend, he knew practically everything about you, and even though he never talked about his personal life you felt like you really knew him too. But the closer you grew the more worried Dabi became. He feared his life with the LOV would catch up to him or worse you, he wanted to keep you as far away from that as possible.

“Dabi?” Your voice is so soft as you call out to him.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He asks from across the aisle. Tonight the two or you were unboxing and shelving a new edition of shojo manga, “Thanks for always keeping me company,” you’re smile is sweet and pure, Dabi chuckles, “anytime”

“I really like hanging out with you, mm, maybe though we can hangout outside the shop too?” Your tone is hopeful but you catch his gaze, Dabi stares at you with a blank face. He knows he has a mission coming up so he probably won’t be around for a while anyways “...or not” your voice falters but you smile at him to show you’re not upset. “Uh I mean I’d like to but I can’t for now” you nod and busy yourself with shelving the new books. He leaves soon after and you mentally kick yourself, ‘ he probably doesn’t want to or maybe he just doesn’t like being around me as much as I like being around him’ you lock up shop walking home quietly ‘only 2 blocks’ you tell yourself. You’re too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice the shadowy figure trailing behind you. He walks slowly mentally scolding himself for being so cold to you, but also for barely realizing you walk home alone every night. ‘I always stay late with you, dangerous and this idiot hasn’t even realized I’m following, ugh why don’t you ever say something?’ He thinks as he watches tensely as you walk into your apartment before walking away.

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You haven’t seen Dabi in about two weeks, you were worried you overstepped your boundaries. You sigh feeling lonely as you close up shop for the night. There was a quiet knock on the back door, you opened up to see Dabi. He was breathing heavily, his turquoise eyes wild with adrenaline, he’s holding his side leaning into the frame. His whole demeanor had changed from the quiet pensive man you knew to a cocky bastard, he smirks looking down at you, “can I come in?” He asks his voice full of arrogance, but you side step anyways. The two of you walking towards your office, “what happened?” You sounded so worried it was almost enough to bring Dabi down from the high he currently felt, “don’t worry about it-,” he sighs and you feel a change in him once again as he sits scratching his neck awkwardly, “uh I just need to lay low for a few hours, can I stay here?” You nod, “course you can” you touch his side and he hisses, your eyebrows furrow and you reach out to him. He lets you, watching you tentatively, you pull up his shirt seeing his scars but also a giant bruise forming right under. You stare at him eyes full of worry and pain for him, “ ‘s okay hun, I’m fine, I just need to lay low,” He was so excited to see you after his mission he completely forgot he’d have to lie about where he’d been and why he needed to hide out. The main reason he came here was because he’d rather hide out in a place he could feel close to you. He sits back in your comfy chair, eyes even more tired than you’ve ever seen. “stay with me tonight,” you say the words before your brain can even process them, Dabi still laying back, opens one eye, peaking at you. Once he sees the pink in your cheeks and the seriousness in your eyes he nods. The two of you walk side by side avoiding the open roads or anything with too many lights and people. When you arrive at your apartment your heart is racing, Dabi walks in behind you, his mouth hung open in surprise at the wall of books you had, filled from top to bottom. “Um so it’s not much but this is the living room, the kitchen is there, the bathroom is on that side and my room is through here,” you point everything out to him and walk into the room with Dabi right behind you, he laughs when he sees another small bookshelf by your bed, “those are your favorite ones right?” He asks seeing how worn most of them are and noticing a few familiar titles, your face heats at his words, “yeah.. I like to have them close” the innocence in your voice drives Dabi mad, you’re too cute. “Anyways, you can stay in here and I’ll take the couch” you smile at him, “y/n” his tone is stern and his eyes meet yours, “I know you read a lot of romance so not to be cliche but, we’re adults we’re more than capable of sharing a bed,” you give him a sheepish look, and he laughs loudly, more than you’ve ever heard him laugh. “Dabiii, I knoww,” you huff and he laughs louder, a full belly laugh, Your heart skips a beat at the beautiful sound, and he teases you some more. His demeanor was no longer cocky but also not as pensive as usual, he seemed more in his element, more comfortable than in the shop. He looked like he belonged here, teasing your embarrassed state, and laying in bed next to you with a book in his hand.

You leave him laying in bed while you go shower, you come back changed and sleepy. You yawn as you crawl in next to Dabi, who was still reading. He turns his attention away from the book, “y/n” he waits to have your full attention before continuing, “I appreciate you letting me stay with you,” he smiles, so kindly at you, you return the smile, “anything for you” he smiles wider, “read to me” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours “okay” you respond whispering too. He hands you the book, you open your mouth to read but he stops you, “come here” he pulls you to him. He leans against the headboard and sits you between his legs, you lay back against his chest, looking up at him in the dim light. He smiles down at you, playing with your hair, “read hun,” and so you do. The two of you lay like that you reading and him listening playing with your hair, happy to be in the blissful world you create.

You continue to read until you can barely keep your eyes open, Dabi takes the book from your hands placing it to the side and turning the light off, as your body relaxes into his,

“Y/n, lovely as ever,

Kind as can be,

You’re so very clever,

Please always stay with me”

he laughs at his own sappiness, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head.

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[honeybunnybeez]

If you are still doing the alphabet thing can I please get a c!quackity? It's okay if not, dont worry!

SFW alphabet:

C!Quackity

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lord we know this man is quite the flirt in some way. He's pretty affectionate with you in front of others and almost has little shame with it.

In public, he likes to hold hands or put his arms around your shoulder or waist, depending on how tall you are compared to him.

In private he's pretty playful, calling out your name out of nowhere only to tackle with you a hug and kiss you. He totally keeps you on your toes when at home.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a very teasing best friend, constantly joking around with you. Also the best friend people think you're dating before you actually date because of how affectionate he is with you.

You two probably became friends during the presedential election and remained friends since you decided to oppose Schlatt with him and Tubbo.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

My man likes to properly cuddle with you whenever you two have some quiet time alone. His favourite way to cuddle you is by laying on top of you while you stroke his hair or wings.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I would think that he would, most likely after being satisfied with whatever he plans on doing in the server.

Oh my god but he would be so bad at doing chores with you. Washing dishes? Yeah- that's gonna be a 1 hour ordeal as you two have a water fight. Cooking? Food fight. Sweeping around the house? Broom fight- you two keep telling yourself you won't do it again but you do-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

(Me, having a minor flashback to when he told Eret he didn't like him at all) OKAY- So, depends heavily on the situation. It could either go smooth or just break both your hearts.

If it was just the relationship not feeling natural, he would break it off to you the nicest way he can and would still really wanna be friends with you. He can't cause chaos without his buddy after all.

Oh but if it was because of something bad either one of you did, he would definitely say things he doesn't mean. Things that would break both your hearts. Yeah, it would take a while to ever mend your relationship if that was the outcome.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He has like 2 freaking fiances and 1 (or 2?) ex(es?). (Karlnapity sfw alphabet soon? Maybe-) He's down to get engaged with you for sure.

Okay but he seems to like getting engaged really quickly too- So you'll have to tell him straight up that you need to see where this goes with him. Maybe give like a time period of 6 months or more to see if you two could really live being each others for the rest of you lives.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, he is a little rough. He forgets his limits at times and will sometimes say hurtful things to you by accident in the heat of the moment. He'll apologize profusely though when he catches his mistake and sees the way your eyes stare at him with such hurt. He tells you he doesn't mean it and he truly doesn't, he'll feel guilty until you forgive him.

Physically, he is pretty gentle save for his few tackle hugs and kisses. He just loves you a lot and sometimes can't contain it well.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs if it's you giving them. He needs to get a hug from you everyday and if he doesn't he gets super whiny and will even whine in his 'auto tune' voice until he gets them. He likes to hug you from behind, and sometimes his wings cover the both of you as he asks you, "Guess who this iiis!"

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first time he ever genuinely said I love you was when you had to help him clean his wings after a bad fall of his. He had never let anyone close to them before and so him thinking he could trust you not to hurt him was something that made him realize that he truly did love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not a very jealous person, being a very affectionate and handsy person himself, but if you and him don't hang out with one another as often as you used to he starts to whine for your attention until he gets it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very hyper and almost silly.

He likes to kiss your whole face, planting them in quick succession everywhere to make you laugh.

He likes when you give him long kisses on the lips. Especially if it's during a calm moment. It makes his heart flutter.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Oh he can definitely hang with kids and in return kids love him and his chaotic childish nature too, but he doesn't plan on having any of his own, at least not early on in your relationship. He'll have to think about that for a while.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are the only time you can find him calm, you usually wake up earlier than he does and he always looks so peaceful while he lays on your chest with his wings laid out like a second blanket.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are filled with mindless chatter between the two of you. Rarely do you guys ever remember what nonsense you two were on about before bedtime. All you remembered is shared goodnight kisses and cuddles.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Oh, after all the stuff he's been through he doesn't trust anyone easily anymore. It will take him quite a while to fully open up to you about all the negative things he feels or thinks about. Just take things slow with him and don't push him to say what he doesn't want to, that already wins you his favour.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Okay this seems like a wild card not gonna lie. I feel like if it involves his plan to gain power in the server and you're against the idea he has he gets very frustrated. You'll have to be quick and tell him that you say that because you're concerned about him and his safety.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Besides dates, his memory is a little hard for me to describe. He remembers a good amount of things about you but things you mention in passing are forgotten until you bring it up or until he sees something that suddenly reminds you of it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It was when you properly sat down with him and preened his wings one day when he was way too tired to do it himself. The feelings of your fingers through his wings were like absolute heaven and he forgot how good it felt to have someone do it for you. Safe to say, he got pretty addicted to you doing it to him after this event.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Although he may seem outgoing and like he doesn't care much, he is rather protective of you, making sure you don't accidentally communicate with anyone he isn't fond of.

He would protect you by warning you of others, telling you who is safe to turn to and who isn't safe to turn to. He even tells those he can somewhat rely on to make sure you're protected when he's away. If worse comes to worse he'll protect you physically as well.

He needs you to protect him mentally and emotionally. He feels like everyone he trusts eventually betrays him and he can't have that with you. He needs reassurance that you won't leave him like the others would or do.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put in a bit of effort to make it special but not a whole lot, he wants it to be fun but natural too. Though you can always gurantee that he'll serenade you during your dates or anniversaries, the music he plays for you is silly sure but they're also super heartfelt with effort put into it.

In everyday tasks he isn't very helpful, running off to cause chaos more often than not but if you do need help he'll always be there to lend a hand. He often times fetches (or steals) things you need too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't know when to quit when it comes to wanting to take over the server. While you know how he truly is, it unsettles you a bit how he's able to manipulate others at times. You totally gave him an earful when he went to fight Technoblade because you knew, as much as you loved your boyfriend, that no one would actually be able to kill Technoblade that easily.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Schlatt made him feel very insecure about himself and even though he knows thay bastard is full of shit and burning in hell, he can't help but feel disgusting at times. Hug him and tell him that he's very handsome and adorable the way he is and that Schlatt shouldn't be talking when he looks like a wine mom on her last line.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would feel so lost without, having no support would make him act even more irrational and could also get him killed pretty quickly. You're his voice of reason to a certain extent.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I've written this before but he likes to make nests out of your pillows, sheets and clothes. The mood strikes him at times and you two will just spend the whole day chilling in his little nest while you preen and baby him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't want someone who leaves him when the situation turns sour, he doesn't want a partner who would leave him behind easily. Most importantly though and as unhealthy as this is, he most likely doesn't want a partner who wishes to have more power than him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sleep talks and mumbles and that's fine and all but he sometimes he accidentally switches to his 'auto tune' voice and it scares the shit out of you if it's in deep or demonic mode.

A/N: Oh my lord I finally managed to post a c!quackity related thing-! Thank you so much anons for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this! I'm so sorry if this isn't very fluffy but I wanted to mix in a little canon compliance in it too for future angst projects. He was a really interesting character for me to re-study again!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)