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You're reading what? (Ghost x reader x 141)

Summary: Soap finds out you're reading porn in your free time. Ghost decides to ask you about it.

Note: Barracks bunny, barracks bunny, barracks bunny! Sorry, reader's a slut. (affectionate) / I'll probably write more parts, maybe smut, maybe suggestive stuff, maybe fluff... I don't know yet. Check the #barracks bunny fics tag for more. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

It was Soap who found out what you were reading in your limited free time during missions. You left your Kindle on the table while you went to the bathroom, and he wanted to see what book you were so invested in lately. When he read the first two paragraphs, his jaw dropped and a wide grin crept on his face.

"Hey, LT, you won't believe what she's reading," he said while he checked the title of the book just to know what to check later.

Ghost rolled his eyes, completely uninterested at the moment. He was busy writing a report that was due by the end of the day, and he had promised Price that he would do it on time. So he didn't have time to think about what stupid novel you were currently reading.

But Soap didn't give up. He put the device back where it was before, then took the chair next to the lieutenant. "It's porn. I'm not joking, she's reading porn," he said excitedly, keeping his voice down as he spoke.

With mixture of disapproval and interest in his eyes, he turned to the sergeant and asked, "And?"

"What do you mean? She's reading porn. No wonder she dodges every question regarding the books she's reading all the time," he replied before he typed something into his phone. "Here, this is the one she's currently reading."

Ghost took the device from him and tapped on the first search result. He read the summary, then moved on to some quotes the users highlighted. It was interesting to say the least. Were you really into this type of stuff?

When they heard your voice from the hallway, Soap took back his phone and closed the browser before you entered the room again. To you it probably seemed like they were talking about the mission and the report Ghost was writing, and this is why the lieutenant felt a little bad for this invasion of your privacy.

After being on this mission for so long, he was obviously frustrated. He couldn't just go to a bar to pick up someone, and his hand was less and less satisfying these days. His mind recently began to travel back to you and your book, and one afternoon, when he had some unexpected free time, he found himself buying and downloading that novel on his phone.

He got quite far in a matter of hours, and he couldn't help himself when he found you alone in a room after dinner. Ghost sat down across from you and took the Kindle from your hands to take a look at it. "Still reading porn?" he asked teasingly.

You gulped, your cheeks probably burning from the embarrassment you clearly felt. "H–How do you know about that?" you asked him after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Soap stole this the other day," he replied as he gave back the device. "Don't worry, I think I'm the only one he told about this. Your secret's safe with me."

"I don't even want to know what you think about me now," you said with your head buried in your hands.

Ghost let out a dry laugh as he peeled your hands off your face. "Hey, it's okay. We spend way too much time here, I think it's safe to say we all need our fix one way or another," he assured you while holding your hand, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles into your skin.

Maybe he was flirting with you. The more he thought about you and what he had read in that novel, the more he wished he could do that in real life with you. He had always liked you; the disciplined, tough, but also kind soldier that got along with everyone on the team.

And the one Price played favorites with, he reminded himself. They all had their suspicions about the captain's motivation, believing he himself had a crush on you from the start. After all, why else would he bring you small gifts every time you met again? Why would he spend hours talking to you alone?

Sometimes Ghost wondered if there was anything between the two of you. Were you off-limits? Or was it a one-sided thing?

"And what do you do to get your fix?"

Your question brought him back to reality and he instinctively let go of your hand. He couldn't say that he jerked off to the thought of you. No, that would be way too creepy. So he shrugged, hoping this was enough to answer your question.

After a short pause, Ghost folded his hands on the table and leaned a little closer to you. "Have you ever tried anything that you read in your little books?" he asked you with a grin under the mask.

With your head tilted to the side, you watched him in silence for a while as you thought about your answer. "Do you even know what's in them exactly?"

"I began to read one of them. The one that reminded me of the Fifty Shades of Grey stories, only in a hardcore version," he replied casually.

An amused hum left your lips. "How do you even know what those stories are about? You don't seem to be the type who's into them."

Of course, Ghost had an answer to that. "I had an ex who made me watch the whole series. I didn't like it. Back to my question, have you tried anything from that book for example?"

"I have," you replied immediately, shamelessly grinning as you watched him.

It was hard to surprise Ghost these days, but hearing you answering so honestly definitely took him off guard. "The whole power play thing?" You nodded without hesitation as you took a sip of your soda. "With who?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, it doesn't," he admitted, knowing full well he probably wouldn't know that person anyway.

The pair of you sat there in silence for a while, your eyes locking every now and then before you flashed a smile at him then dived back into your book. He didn't mind, instead of complaining he just leaned back in the chair and watched you.

Ghost hated feeling this way, he hated that he could do nothing but wish for a cold shower in your presence. If he stood up now, you would surely notice how excited he was to be near you. He wanted to play with you too, he wanted to find out what you had learned from those books of yours.

Gaz walked into the room with a stupid smile on his face then put his hands on your shoulders as he leaned closer. "Price wants to see you," he announced before suddenly taking the ebook reader from you and taking a look at the page you were at. "Ooooh, another one? Do you even read anything else?"

Biting on your lower lip, you exhaled through your nose angrily. "I'm gonna kill Soap. I swear to God I'm gonna shoot him before we go home," you told them before snatching your Kindle from Gaz's hands and heading towards the door.

But on the way there you stopped behind Ghost and leaned down to his ear. He could feel your hot breath on his skin which made his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck, what were you doing to him?

"By the way, if you want to know more about what I want to try from those books, just say it. I'm sure we could arrange that," you added as your hand squeezed his shoulder.

Before he could say anything, you left the room, leaving him alone with Gaz. "Oh, you haven't figured it out yet," the sergeant said with a laugh.

"Figured out what?" Ghost asked, completely dumbfounded.

But Gaz only shrugged. "She's fun to be around. That's all I'm saying."

And with that, he left too. The lieutenant had absolutely no idea what to think. There were you, probably suggesting sleeping with him one day, and there was Gaz with his mysterious comment about you. As he let out a groan, he let his forehead hit the table with a loud thud. Why couldn't things be simple?

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marwhoa · 9 months

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request: All four of the rise boys with a gn!S/O (separate) who has super powers (like controlling plants or something) but the boys dont know about it AND s/o goes out as a superhero/vigilante?? I think it would be really cute if they banter while out on patrol and stuff

🝮 “ two-in-one ”

rise boys x g/n

author’s note: woo, i whipped this up quick, feeding y’all good. Two fics in like three, four days? Nice

word count: 5.2k

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Your hands, slick and sticky from the city rain, rose to twist the cloaking gem that hung around your neck. Blue-hued skin shifted into a more human-like shade, and with it came the courage to reach out to the green stranger who sat precariously at the roof’s edge.

“ Hello…? ”

Swam your delicate whisper, straight over to his ears, wishing to provide some kind of shelter from the sorrow. Mere seconds passed before he whirled around like a startled cat and stumbled off to the side. Now up to his feet, he cleared his throat as his frantic blue eyes searched your silhouette for something…

As his heaving chest slowed down and his eyes wrinkled back up with their tears, shrinking from their widened, frightened state, you wondered if he had found the answer he needed as the sadness flooded back through him.

“ It’s not fair, ” the stranger started, fisting tears from his eyes roughly before gesturing wildly to the rumbling city below, “ We’ve saved this city time and time again, and how do they repay us? ” Something told you those weren’t questions that seeked an answer, but rather sought a listener. Donning the necessary role, you gave a simple nod and took a step forward. He mirrored, stepping back, but continued.

“ Without fail, we’re always there, we’re the only ones stepping up, and each time they just—! ” He threw his hands up in frustration and let them fall back to his sides with a grumble. The blanket of silence paved the way for response, but you left it be and did what instinct told you—held out your hands with a smile. Whether he caught it through all that rain or not, you simply stood your ground as he poured into your embrace instantly. It was almost as though this was what he wanted all along.

From that day, you had decided to become a hero for the city—but not for them. Call it selfish, but your role was to lighten their load. You wanted to make their job easy, so as to bring a smile to your peachy hero’s face, all while trying to boost their image. You would sign your acts as though they were done by the brothers’ request, strengthening their image as the city’s protectors, covering every corner to pave a way for peace, rather than damage! As a hero, you simply had went uncloaked, known by the city as the Chameleon, on part of your shifting ability. With just a touch of your antennas upon your opponent, they would be downloaded into a library of skins for you to fit into. Donning their appearance, you would pull from their abilities and thwart villains left and right, lightening the load in the turtley heroes’ backs.

But, behind your cloaking broach, you were none other than plain, human Y/N, the beloved partner to the orange hero, Michelangelo! At first juggling the two identities was easy, but you would soon find yourself experiencing trouble and in quite the conundrum.

A fool from space appeared as the villain this go around, targeting the brother heroes in a pathetic attempt to take over the city as her own. If not for her annoying control of plants making her out to be a challenge, you would have been able to take her down before the brothers had to lift a finger! But now, here you were, fighting alongside them against the villain, trying desperately to slink away without your perceptive beloved connecting the dots on who you were.

“ Chameleon, we need you to copy her power and hold back those plants! “

Commanded brother blue, to which you chirped back a “ gotcha ! right on it, sir ! “ Fighting alongside them would have been a delight, if not for the cold seeping into your veins as your dearest boy grabbed your hand and stared into your big black eyes with a squint.

“ Say… You sound awfully familiar, have we met? “

“ Me-Met?! No! I mean, ahem, no, perhaps you have heard me on the tell of vision before, or the news! “

Putting on a fake accent instantly, you tugged your hand away and left the dumbfounded boy with more questions than answers. Your focus turned to the gap between you and the villainess, Phyro. The battlefield has made its way to the park, which only served as a perfect place for one whose whole shtick is plants. Each time you tried to close the gap, her plants would bap you away as though you were nothing but a small inconvenience to her.

“ Now now, what have we over here~! You’re one of those Harbins, aren’t you? That race of little adventurous warriors, how’d you make it all the way out here? “

You skidded to a stop, paling a bit at the acknowledgement. Coming this far was a goal for only one reason—escape, from the place you once called home, hoping to never hear that name again. With a dry chuckle, you shook it off and wordlessly lunged forth, ducking and weaving over viney tendrils drilling towards you.

“ Your kind is usually awfully talkative, how strange. “

Phyro continued, jerking her wrist to puppeteer more plants zeroing in on you.

Luckily, a second plan had been set forth, and while she watched only you, she had all but forgotten four others who also had it out for her. The platform of wood that she perched highly upon was set aflame in one fell swoop of the grinning orange hero, who ducked for his brother clad in purple to land a hit that sent her flying. Straight to your feet she collided, groaning as she writhed on the ground.

As you crouched down, quick to slap a pair of cuffs to her wrists while contemplating whether she’d go to the human’s jail or the hidden city’s, you were negligent of the creeping vine reaching for the gem that hung on your neck.

“ What is a Harbin doing, parading around for such a small planet? Rare for your kind to be found alone. “

Your antenna flicked as you teetered back and forth from “ ignore her and leave “ and “ entertain the captured villain. “

Foolishly, you chose the latter, but who could have known?

“ I just wanted to get away, that’s all. Sometimes you wanna be more than what you’re raised to be. “

“ Intriguing. And to be more, is to be someone else? “

“ What? “

“ CHAMELEON, WATCH OU—“

The vine shot through the gem, infecting it with a pulsating green hue that seemed to layer and combine both the illusory you and the actual you. Your human form washed over your appearance. The glitching identities seemed to flicker back and forth, unsure which to settle on as Phyro rose to her feet and quickly backed away from you. While trying to shift, to tail after her, you found yourself rendered powerless.

“ Y/N…? “

Slowing down from his run, Mikey seemed completely confused as he scanned your frame on the floor.

“ You’re Chameleon? “

“ I can explain! “

“ That’s so—so cool? But reckless, Y/N, why would you do that? And wait, was that a cloaking broach—which form is you? “

He ran off question after question while you just stared at him in a daze. Meanwhile, his brothers were quick to tail after Phyro, but not before Brother Blue called out, “ vamonos hermanos, she’s getting away! “

“ Oh—right, Y/N, stay here! “

He turned, ready to pursue his brothers and the villain, until his hand was tugged. Shoved playfully to the ground, you leapt to your feet and blew raspberries at him.

“ As if! “

Mikey stared wide-eyed as his partner, who turned out to be the incredibly helpful Chameleon, left him in the dust. Uhh, excuse me? Not a chance in hell would he let you out-hero him!

“ Hey—HEY! WAIT UP ! “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Your rise to the status of hero was all BUT planned. It started out as an attempt to seem cool and snowballed into something bigger than yourself.

Picture this, you were just a human, normal in every way—except for the fact that you may have somehow charmed THE city’s hero, Leonardo Hamato!

… Well, Leo and his brothers, but come on, the real star of the show was obviously your boyfriend. You might as well have been his number one fan, pulling the strings behind the scene to aid him in battle and make him shine. His brothers would whine about him having s special little helper, but you knew that was nothing more than hogwash and obviously they loved you—who doesn’t?!

“ Leo, duck! “

You shouted, yanking down a lever that would set off a rather impressive—if you do say so yourself—trap to douse the flame-rider villain of the day. It may have splashed a brother or two, but it also slowed down TREMENDOUSLY their enemy and left him crumbling into a pile of annoyed coal, yipping and yapping about how “ that was cheating! ” A comment which was awarded with agreement by the drenched brothers,

“ Yeah Leo, we’re a team, ya gotta include us if y’all got a plan. ”

“ It got results, why’s it matter if you get just a little wet? ”

Leo teased, high-giving you as you emerged from the shadows and joined his side.

“ Yeah, no harm no foul! ”

They scowled at you, but you shrugged it off with a little peck to your boyfriend’s cheek—a gesture that was met with groans of disgust from the audience of red, purple, orange, and… villain!

Acts such as these were your thing, pulling strings and doing things to give Leo a leg up. Of course over time you learned to be a team player, and soon you carried out tasks and laid traps that the brothers had illustrated in plans, but you were still a worker from the shadows for the heroic four! That is, until one little date night led you to a treasure trove of information—your boyfriend loved magic tricks, and you’re sneaky little self may have overheard the perfect place to get a book of magic!

Tailing your unknowing informant, you had inadvertently landed yourself in a city under yours, something called the Hidden City—for obvious reasons. If not for its far-from-human city goers, you would have assumed you stumbled into an extra bizarre black market, but you knew better than to believe such nonsense. This was a city of magic folk, and what better a place than to find a book of magic? Weaving down dizzying paths, you eventually stopped before a shop ironically advertised as the “ MAGICIAN’S BOOK STORE “ and dipped in to find the book.

Your one mistake was thinking these books would be of the sorts such as “ Pull a rabbit out of a hat, oooh! ” or a “ dozens of scarves from your throat, fantastic! ”. Book in hand, you would rush home to practice your newfound spells to amaze and put on a show for your amazing boyfriend, Leo.

Instead, you paved the way for a new hero to step into the light, Daybreak, a magician with more than a few tricks up their sleeves. Opening the book had caused an instant change of appearance, a masquerade mask to seal facial identification, and a flashy performer’s fit to give you a spunky look whirled across your body. You never did get to hold a private performance for Leo, but you DID manage to become his favorite hero! Well, second favorite, but Jupiter Jim isn’t real so he doesn’t count, so number 1 favorite! But, still, you were Leo’s favorite hero, and he always brightened at the sight of you appearing on the scene!

Though, you did have to dodge his trying to introduce you to, well, yourself, multiple times.

“ C’mon, Breaker, you know my secret identity, let me know yours! “

“ Leonardo, EVERYONE knows your secret identity. It’s not exactly a secret if it’s the only identity you have. “

Grinning, your hand rested upon the book at your hip, charmed to a smaller size for it to stay on you at all times.

“ Oh, say, don’t you like magicians? “

“ Of course, who doesn’t? Wait, are you going to tell me you will hold a personal magic show for just me because we’re friends? “

Giddily, he stared at you starstruck, and you could only look back with a wobbly grin.

“ That was, uh… Oddly spot on, yeah! “

He beamed for a second, then quickly reached for his phone.

“ There’s no danger, so I’m going to call Y/N and tell them to come see—you won’t mind a plus one, would you? ”

“ Ah! No need, don’t bother them, haha, I’ll just give them their own personal show after you! “

Leo hesitated for a second, as though the idea of watching this without you seemed unpleasant, but he recovered soon enough and obliged.

Rising to your feet, you unclasped the bag hanging at your waist and pulled out your spellbook.

“ Let’s see, what’s the perfect opening act… Ah! I got it. “

You cleared your throat, stepping back from the roof top’s edge and falling straight down. Leo lunged to react, but was taken off guard as you rose back up in a lounged position, carried by a wind spell that needed no verbal cues to activate.

“ Come one, come all, to Daybreak’s suave display of tricks. For our opening act, I shall put a spin on the ‘rabbit out of a hat’ trick! “

Eagerly, your one-man audience watched with a stare so intense that you couldn’t fight the flush of red upon your cheeks. Every day you wanted to expose your secret to him, tell him you were his number one hero, but every day something odd lingered over your head, banishing such an idea.

But, never mind that. Tonight it was just you and Leo, and you were going to finally give him the magic show you had always planned to give him!

Maybe Y/N and Daybreak can remain two different people for a liiiiittle bit longer.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

Being a hero wasn’t your first idea. In fact, it was the farthest from it. You began as a lowly thief, a worker for Big Mama. Just a witch with an ability no one could imagine as a hero’s. You could turn to marble and turn others into statues, swim through stone and concrete as though it were water, and in the concrete jungle, who would have ever imagined being a hero over anything else?

It only became a seed in your head after a particular hero from the surface had planted the idea and tended to its garden. A particular museum in the city that never sleeps had come into possession of a particular yokai you had turned to stone yourself years ago, albeit by accident. This yokai happened to be a powerhouse that a certain bigwig ring leader was practically salivating over, so you were hired to retrieve them.

Through seas of concrete, up to the surface, you had easily come out on the inside of the museum whose walls were concocted of the finest stone money could buy. As you dove through the walls and found yourself in one of the many exhibits of the trove of stolen art and artifacts, dodging the security was an easy feat. All you had to do was strike fancy poses, hands gracefully held in delightful positions with fabric cascading around your silhouette in the classic fashion that everyone appreciates from marble. Guards would pass you, stopping if only to admire whatever Artist could have perfectly carved stone to emerge your figure, then continue on their way.

If anything, your missions were delightfully fun. Paid to pose about and easily escape with whatever it is you were sent for? It was enough to cloud the negative thoughts of a life of villainy.

That is, until you had accidentally released the yokai with a misuse of your power. The powerhouse roared to life, shoving you away with ease before setting its sights on the rest of the human’s city to release years worth of pent up energy.

Describing yourself as a villain wouldn’t have been the proper terminology, not even an anti-hero. You were just a witch getting by however you saw fit. Thus, the idea of letting not just your ticket to money get away but simultaneously letting your mistake wreck havoc on topsiders, well that just didn’t sit right with you. So you pursued, through the hole, eyes zeroing in on the path of debris left in the rampage’s way.

That was when you met him—what was it he called himself again, Red Riot? No, something about an angel? Whatever it was, you couldn’t help but hold your breath when he intervened. You were trying to get in close enough to land a firm smack across the monster’s face, to spread marble throughout its body once more, when a voice rang out and distracted you. Stumbling away to narrowly dodge succumbing to his strike, your eyes searched for the source and watched the red blur slam down between you and the yokai.

“ It’s not safe for you! ”

He roared, turning to you in a rather interesting red & black get up. Bewildered, you watched as he caught the yokai’s fists with ease, even pushing him back in a battle of strength that he was lopsidedly winning. At such a sight, you didn’t blame your heart for skipping, nor did you blame your breath for hitching in your throat. But, you would blame him for labeling you a “ damsel in distress”.

“ Slow your roll, big boy, who said I needed saving? ”

The hero gawked at you as you climbed his shell and leapt off his shoulders, landing a clean swipe against the yokai right as he reached out to seal you in his vice grip. Just as the stone coursed through his body, you swung on the outstretched arm, plantings yourself into a neat little sit on the marble forearm.

“ I won’t lie though, handsome, your heroic knight act gets a solid 10 in my book. ”

“ Are ya a hero or…? ”

The red hero straightened up, tilting his head in a curious puppy fashion. It was the toothy grin that tripped your heart into yet another skip this go around.

“ … Wouldn’t you like to know, Big Boy? ”

Before he had even a chance to answer, just an outreaching hand, you unpocketed a trinket from Big Mama herself that instantly delivered you and her next prized fighter right at the foot of her desk.

The next time you saw Red Reign was by accident. You weren’t on a mission or anything, but you had stumbled upon a scene between him and some mutant. With a clean dive into the city’s cement, you peeked your head into the conflict enough times to get close enough to his enemy. One tap later, and marble coursed through their body, immobilizing them as you climbed from the stony surface as if you were stepping up out of the pool.

“ You— “

He stilled, watching you before his eyes narrowed.

“ So yo were one of Big Mama’s lackeys. ”

It was your turn to pause, cocking your head to the side with confusion.

“ One of Big Mama’s—no, no, you mistake me. I work under no one but myself! Your accusation pains me, Red Reign~ ”

Purring, you neared the flustered hero and circled him. He loosened, though still watched you carefully, gaze shifting to the marble statue he fought mere seconds before.

“ Ya never did answer my question, and I never caughtcha name, either. ”

You stopped in front of him, eyes meandering about as you contemplated a response.

“ It’s Y/N. ”

“ Nothin’ special, just Y/N—ouch! ”

You laid a playful hit into his arm, sticking out your tongue and blowing raspberries at his comment.

“ Hey, my name is special! And yeah, I’m not some nutjob like you, mister Red Reign. ”

“ Oh, fair. ”

He clicked his tongue, and you both shared a bout of laughter before he gestured to the villain.

“ I’ve gotta haul him in, wanna come with? Y’know, to unstonify him? ”

With a shrug, you grabbed his arm and swung up to neatly sit on his shoulder. Patting his shoulder, you crossed your legs and purred.

“ Lead the way. ”

Raph began to expect your company, whether on casual patrols or in the heat of battle. He had began to see you as a hero, perhaps even a spotty sidekick, over time. That assumption only served to get him hurt in the end though, when you stared him down on the other end of justice’s stick.

“ Y/N, what are ya doin’?! ”

He hissed, grabbing your arm and gripping it solidly as you attempted to slip away. Over time, he had become far too accustomed to your stone swimming ability to let you get the upper hand on him. Planted, you tugged a few times before looking to glare at him.

“ My job, Raph, now let GO! ”

His other hand shot out, grabbing your free hand to try and wrestle its contents out.

“ Ya can’t do this, Y/N, we need to confiscate all Kraang remains fer public safety! ”

You squirmed away, hold not loosening even a teensy bit on the kraang parts you were trying to swipe. See, a certain weapon-smith in the Hidden City was offering top dollar to whoever could bring him in alien tech, and only a fool would pass up this kind of job.

And you were no fool.

“ What do you take me for, Raph, a hero!? I’m not ONE OF YOU, okay? I never was! Now let me go, or else. ”

Your tone grew dark, as did the gaze you gave him. He faltered, but stood his ground. Your eyes never held such hostility towards him, but then again he never stood in the way of your antics. So, since he hadn’t let go, your other hand latched onto his wrist and held on tight as marble started to climb and cover his wrist, arm, then shoulder.

His eyes followed the creeping material stiffening his body, then locked with yours. They swirled with an emotion that caught you off guard, but nothing could have prepared you for his response. Meridian eyes, glistening with threatened tears peered into your shaky hues, pleading goodness. It was a silent ask for mercy.

“ Y/N… Don’t do this, please. ”

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

Heroics were not your thing at all. If anything, you and your friends constantly joked that you’d be a villain way before you were ever a hero, so how did you end up becoming a vigilante for New York’s evil-doers? Why, it was such a silly reason, truly. Not a soul would ever know the real reason—well, except for you, of course. Mystic abilities were something you knew in and out, partly due to it being an innate part of you.

You were born half of a magical being, the child of a human and a yokai. Your father would have loved to see you become a protector, to use your magic to protect other humans like your mother, but unfortunately he didn’t live to see it happen, and you had sworn off that kind of responsibility. Far too much to weigh in your shoulders! You, a protector of the city? Depended on by all those people? Never in your wildest dreams would you have stepped up to such a role.

That is, until you found yourself on the receiving end of a vigilante’s help. It was during the threat of apocalypse when you met him, a mutant clad in purple with the signature of mystic enchantment. When the alien goo had set its sights on you, seconds from engulfing you and possessing you to become one of the mindless soldiers to the invaders, it was the turtle boy who slammed down with his purple magic who saved you. And, well, could anyone blame you for falling in love?

The way his freehand took yours, hoisting you up as though you were as light as a feather, holding you behind him while his other hand masterfully wielded a technologically improved Bo. How he swept you up, immediately taking you to safety—and not even leaving once he dropped you off! He let you down and turned his focus to some device adhered to his forearm, asking you all sorts of questions for your well-being.

At the end of it all, he had but one simple question for you, and that was “ are you okay? ” With your nod, he disappeared off into the night, likely to save other cityfolk in just as much danger, but god had you felt so special in that moment.

So much so that you longed to encounter him again, thus going against your own ruling against heroism.

And boy had it paid off.

“ Doooonnnniiiieeeee, there’s no way Fun-Gus is going to be right here in exactly, what, 3 minutes? ”

“ Have faith, dearest Illusori, by my calculations Fun-Gus will land right there in, correction, 2.43 minutes—not 3. ”

He gave you a sly smirk, knowing it irked you whenever he was technical with small details, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t one of his cute traits. Plus, he was usually always right. As you both waited in place for the fungal mutant to touch down, a timer ticked away on his device—juuuuust in case his calculations were off.

“ Fun Gus appears on the scene! ”

Roared the mushroom villain as he hit the pavement, right as an alarm went off.

“ Called it! ”

“ Ugghhhh, annoyed sigh! ”

You groaned, snickering at the playful glare he gave for your copying of his little “ saying the action aloud ” habit.

“ Whatever, copycat, you know the plan! ”

He kicked off, lunging towards the villain, while you nodded, determined to execute your part ever so perfectly! He might even just give you praise…

Ah, wait, don’t get off topic! Focus, that’s your cue! With closed eyes, the world drowned out around you as magic welled at your fingertips. You could feel the power surging through your veins, tingling with so much pressure that it was almost a bit overstimulating, but onwards you pushed. Soon, an illusion would seep into Gus’ perception, duplicating Donnie’s image around him and amplifying the mystic display of his own magic.

Of course, only one of the Donnie’s was real, since your magic could only play illusion-based tricks.

Just as powerful, though. Especially on victims who had no clue of your ability.

“ Whether there’s five or a thousand of you, turtle, you can’t defeat me! ”

Annoyed, Gus slammed his palms into the ground and forced dozens of mushrooms to sprout up—all surging towards Donnie. With one slow rotation of your hand, the mushrooms vanished from sight, further confusing the villain as he stumbled back, dumbfounded.

“ Huh—what? Where—“

He glanced up as the Donnie Duplicates closed in, all syncing into one as he landed a heavy hit into the mushroom’s cheek. He rolled and tumbled a bit, instantly rendered unconscious, thus cuing your part to drop the illusion. The world around you three warbled and popped, revealing a mushroom-covered space.

“ If you give me a couple more minutes, I can come up with a great mushroom pun for this! ”

Trotting up to his side, unceremoniously stomping a couple ‘shrooms on the way, you have a cheeky grin as your partner in crime groaned at the thought.

“ No, no, no, no, nope, not happening. I’m going to ensure you do NOT get the chance to make any sorts of puns. ”

Donnie crouched down, plucking a few mushrooms from the villain’s face, then dropping them into a vial.

“ Are you spore you want to be that close to him? ”

“ That was terrible. ”

Crouching beside him, you smiled fondly at the slight grin he gave to a “ terrible joke ”. Reaching forward, you poked his cheek lightly and he pulled away with an ever-growing grin as he swatted your hand back.

“ Ah, but who still smiled? ”

“ An unimportant observation! ”

You had snuck your way into Donnie’s heart, securing your part as “ Patrol Partner ”.

But, as charming as you were as his vigilante plus one, no one could blame either of you for wanting more. There had been plenty of times, as the two of you readied to part for the night, that you yearned to reach out, grab his hands, and go “ hi, my name is Y/N, and i really want to go on a date with you! ”

and just as many times had Donnie needed to resist pulling your retreating form back, locking eye contact, and requesting that you become more than a patrol partner.

Luckily, that stage had been set on the night of a particularly uneventful patrol that landed you both in a prime location usually used for couples bonding. Following a trail that turned into a dead end, you both lingered at a clearing where the trees perfectly framed what might have been the only part of the city where the stars were visible.

“ … Illusori? ”

“ Mm? ”

You perked up, turning to see him completely enraptured by the view. He leaned back to sit in the grass, and you followed suit almost instantly. Soon, you were both laid back, watching the stars twinkle. Silence tiptoed around you both for a few seconds before he finally breathed in deeply and exhaled.

“ Who are you, really? ”

This was the moment you had been waiting for all this time, and yet here you were, at a loss for words. Before awkwardness could plateau, you glanced at him, then sat up. Propped up by one of your arms, you leaned over him and hesitated. As Illusori, your magic would play its part by also hiding your identity behind disguise, but this was your chance to finally drop that disguise and potentially become closer to the one who started this whole “ vigilante double life ” to begin with…

So, taking your own deep breath, you gave a wonky smile.

“ That depends, can I request ‘Mrs. Donatello’ as an acceptable response? ”

“ … ”

With widened eyes, Donnie averted his gaze and looked everywhere but you. Nervousness crept up your throat as he began gesturing with one hand while the other laid behind his head as a pillow.

“ Y—Ahem, you may, if only I can request permission to see you beneath the mask. ”

“ Only if I can see you. ”

“ What? My mask—it hides nothing! ”

He shot up, completely taken off guard by your request, but loosened up as your laughter indicated that was sarcasm. With a twirl of your hand, the magic hiding away your true appearance slipped away, and all he could do was stare. Wide-eyed, he soon broke the silence with a whistle.

“ Wow, you’re… ”

You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as his gaze on you softened with a heart wrenching smile. God you were in love with him.

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enchanted

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my debut concert event

**part one of this fic here icymi (read before or its kinda confusing)

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: satoru and your parents are annoying, like in the last part, readers mom just says a bunch of mean shit (including comments on body image, etc), gojo being defensive of his wife but also corny asf, babies megumi + tsumiki having lil nightmares and wanting to sleep w their parents

an: KING OF MY HEART IS ONE OF MY FAV FICS EVER. so glad the pookie who requested this asked for it bc I was so excited writing it. also corny lil enchanted lyrics are at the end. mister satoru gojo is enchanted to meet you and ur lil babies megumi and tsumiki just love you

“Dr. L/N?”

You look up from the computer, breaking away from your sheer focus of charting all the patients you just saw in the past hour (nine patients - which sounds mediocre, but in actuality is insanity on earth).

Because when they’re sick, their parents ask a lot of questions. Which you understand and always honor - but that means you’re always running on a back log, running from one room to the next with no breaks in between. Satoru thinks that you’ll collapse on the floor one day while doing it. And you tell him that he’s praying on your downfall.

“Yes, Sarah? What’s up?”

“Your husband’s here to have lunch with you.”

“Ah. I still haven’t caught up on my charting and I really need to-”

You feel a hand on your shoulder, your senior advisor, Dr. Aoki, giving you a warm smile. She’s almost thirty years your senior - soft wrinkles and grey patches spread throughout her hair.

And she really, really loves Satoru. Which you know because she doesn’t shut up about him, always going on about how sweet he is.

“Go. Have lunch with your husband. I’ll finish off for you.”

“Ah. Dr. Aoki, I can’t let you. Plus, you don’t even know-”

“You take detailed notes. And I’m old, but I’m sure I can figure it out. Now go eat lunch with your sweet husband before I do it for you.”

You smile, giving her hand a squeeze, before dragging your feet to the breakroom - suddenly hyperaware of the tension in the back of your knees, your shoulders, and the back of your eyes. Satoru’s waiting for you at the center table - two glass bento boxes and two iced coffee’s sitting on the table.

He’s scrolling aimlessly on his phone and you’re more than positive that he’s playing Cut the Rope. A game Megumi begged him to download, but now he plays more than Megumi. Which just pisses Megumi off, because Satoru plays so far ahead in the game that Megumi can’t even remember which level it was he stopped at.

You look down at the cup of iced coffee, Satoru’s handwriting inscribed on the side.

pookie <;3

Bastard. He knows you hate it when you call him that.

Satoru looks up and smacks his phone down at the table as you take his side, placing your head flat against the clear, white table. Satoru immediately directs his hand to the back of your hair, his fingers soothing into the tense muscles in the back of your neck.

“Hello my little workaholic.”

“Good afternoon my little pain in the ass.”

He laughs, lifting your head up as he opens up the boxes, sliding forward the food he made and sticking the fork in your hand. You look down at the line up - egg fried rice and a wild assortments of fruits and vegetables on the side. They’re all cut into sweet little shapes - the cucumbers in hearts, the strawberries in flowers.

Right. You had tasked Satoru with making Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches for one week when you were on the night call. When you had returned, all he did was scold you for making very boring lunches for Megumi and Tsumiki.

Granted, you thought they weren’t half bad. You always made sure to give them a little treat - strawberry gummies for Tsumiki and sour candy for Megumi - and left sweet little notes in their lunch boxes, saying you were proud of them, that Megumi was going to do great on his presentation, and that Tsumiki looked pretty today.

Satoru resolved the situation by heading to the store and buying the special little cutouts, shiny new metal tin boxes for Megumi and Tsumiki, and even glittery stationery to leave them both notes.

Yeah and he never let you make their lunch again. He’d often drop by to the office to eat with you, since he knew that was the only time you would eat anything, and bring you by the third box he arranged with theirs in the morning.

“Hard day, my love?”

“Yeah, Satoru. And it’s not even over yet.”

He places the fork in your hand again, instructing you to eat as you keep talking, tasking himself with mixing up the layers of the coffee he brought you.

“What’s the point of working so hard? Didn’t you marry me for my money?”

“Well, obviously but-”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“That’s so rude to admit. You should keep that type of stuff to yourself.”

“Okay, Satoru. You married me as a cover for your girlfriend and-”

“Stop throwing that in my face! So you have one girlfriend and suddenly you’re the bad-”

“It is when you’re married!”

You both laugh, Satoru ruffling your hair, as he opens up the second box, sliding it towards you as you keep eating.

“You don’t want, Toru?”

“No. They’re both for you. You really do work too hard, Y/N.”

“Well. Our parents could cut us off - we don’t exactly do everything they want. And I want to be self sufficient and be a good role model for-”

“Tsumiki and Megumi. I know, my love. I’m just saying.”

You lean into Satoru’s touch, placing your aching head against his shoulder as he leans over, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. You finish off your own box (and Satoru’s) and down your iced coffee (and half of Satoru’s, before he starts scolding you about healthy caffeine intakes).

He gives you a sweet kiss goodbye, giving soft smiles to the rest of your coworkers, as you buckle in for the rest of your shift.

“Satoru.”

“Hm.”

“Look at what my mom texted me.”

He untangles himself from his position - which is just using you as a third pillow - and peaks his head up, squinting his eyes at your phone in the dark.

Your mom, heinous bitch she is, sent you a text reminding you about all the things you need to do for your dinner with the Gojo’s tomorrow.

Wear a dress. Make sure it’s appropriate, but enough to keep a guy like Satoru interested. You don’t want your husband running off just because you’re boring him.

Make sure to wear the wedding ring Satoru gave you, not the engagement. You’re going to look tacky otherwise.

Fresh flowers, that haven’t bloomed yet. Don’t embarrass me by bringing flowers that’ll die in a day.

And please don’t leave your hair fully down. It washes you out.

Satoru glares at the camera, looking up at your face. He finds it hard to read you in situations like this. Because in all honesty, he knows that you hate your parents. But he doesn’t miss the way you act differently when it comes to them.

Because when you’re mad at Satoru for not picking up Tsumiki on time or at Megumi for not telling you he had a project due tomorrow until nine pm, you get a reasonable amount of mad. Pink in the cheeks, a little bit of scolding, followed by fixing the problem and talking it out.

But with them you, you don’t really talk about it. And he’s not sure if it’s because he’s not privy to the conversations that you have with them, but for some reason, he thinks there aren’t any. And that you just take it, when it’s them.

Which he understands. Too well. That’s part of the reason he’s with you, in this bed right now. Cuddled up in your arms, pressing lazy kisses around your shoulder.

Because his parents asked you to marry him. Because you told him you didn’t mind if he kept his own life outside of it, that you were just doing what you had to do.

And now that he…loves you, parts of it all make him sad. That you’d take someone telling you what to do - telling you that you don’t look good with your hair down when you look good all the time and that you’re tacky or boring or-

“Hey. Y/N.”

“Hm, Satoru?”

“You know I…love you right? For real?”

“Yeah. You told me.”

“But like, for real, okay? Not just because we’re…married or whatever. I actually really, really love you. You’re very pretty and you’re always so good with Megumi and Tsumiki and you’re so good at your job and-”

You stop him in his tracks by cupping his face in his ands, quirking your head to the side. You lean down and peck at his lips, pressing your fingers into his dimples.

“I love you too, Satoru but what’s this about?”

He frowns, placing his head back in your lap as you start running your hands through his white locks of hair, soft to the touch. You can feel his cheeks are warm from his face lying against your bare legs and you can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s blushing. Even after one year of marriage (and eight months of real marriage), he’s still nervous around you.

“I don’t know. Your mom’s just stupid. You’re not boring or tacky and you look very pretty with your hair down.”

“Thank you, Toru. For getting so offended on my behalf. But I don’t care, let’s go to bed, yeah?”

He nods, shuffling the sheets around you as he sprawls across the bed. One thing about Satoru, he has to touch you when he’s sleeping.

Not in the…dirty way. It could be the coldest night of the year and he has his entire body weight on you, treating you like a stuffed animal he was sleeping with. Or it’s the hottest night of the year and he’s as far away as he can be from you - just placing his hand on your forearm or tangling one of his legs with yours.

Touchy. Even when he’s asleep.

After not even five minutes of sleep, you feel a tapping on your nose, your features crinkling up from the sensation.

“Toru. Quit tickling me.”

He murmurs back incoherently, tangling around in the sheets as a response. Right. Satoru also sleeps like the walking dead. And he can and will sleep anywhere and everywhere, almost instantly. It’s actually a talent.

“Um. That wasn’t him.”

You flutter your eyes open to find Megumi, standing awkwardly at your side. You immediately sit up, clicking on the light as Satoru starts groaning behind you, smacking his hand on the bed to get you to turn the light off. You look over at the clock and realize it’s well past three, meaning Megumi should have been asleep hours ago.

“Megs. You okay?”

“Uh, yeah. But Tsumiki, she’s like crying a lot. Usually, what I do works but she just won’t stop.”

You shake Satoru at your side, his eyes finally fluttering open as he looks at you and Megumi in confusion.

“Megumi-chan. You better be interrupting our sleep for something good.”

“Satoru, stop it. Go get Tsumiki. Now. I think she’s crying.”

Satoru immediately stands up, stalking out of the room as you turn back to Megumi, taking his tiny hands in yours. He looks like he usually does - blank expression on his face, avoiding eye contact, tiredness on his face.

You wrap one of your hands around his cheek and squeeze, feeling his skin warm under your touch.

“What do you think happened, Megs?”

“She had a bad dream. Usually, we kind of just stay with each other till it stops. But, it didn’t really work.”

“Have you had them while you were here? Or her?”

“Yeah sometimes.”

You can feel your heart clench in your chest and you immediately wrap Megumi in your arms, brushing your hands through his soft, black hair. You can still smell the shampoo in his hair from earlier, the fresh smell springing into your nose. They should be coming to you. Not each other. Megumi’s only five. And she’s just seven.

“Megumi. You know you can come to us about that stuff. Both of you. And you should be because we know how to help you and-”

You stop talking as Satoru walks into the room, craning your head to the side to survey the situation. Satoru’s carrying Tsumiki in his arms, something he doesn’t do very often, and you can hear her soft sniffles as he places her on the bed between you, rubbing circles into her back.

You take the cup of water on the nightstand (that Satoru leaves out for you everyday so you can stay hydrated) and hand it to her, directing her to calm her breaths. She’s shaking so hard and her eyes are so pink that she can barely hold the glass, Satoru taking it from her hands and tilting her head up so she can drink it.

You look over at Megumi, his eyes twitching as he looks at Tsumiki, and you direct him to sit on the bed next to you, right next to Tsumiki and in between you and Satoru.

You never really know what to do in situations like this. And neither does Satoru. I mean hell, you’re only twenty-three and Satoru’s only twenty-four. And they haven’t been your kids for too long.

Other parents, the ones who come into your practice, talk about how they know somethings wrong. They can feel it in their gut. Their parental instinct. But you don’t have any of that, especially not with Tsumiki and Megumi.

And you know it’s not something you can learn and something that just comes from being their parents, but you sincerely wish it was. Because Tsumiki and Megumi deserve to have someone who can read them like that, who knows what’s wrong with them, and talks for them when they don’t know how. And-

Satoru opens up his arms, with Tsumiki crawls into his lap and curls herself up against his chest. She looks so small, barely covering his entire frame as she hiccups into his chest, pushing the back of her hand against his eyes.

Satoru beckons Megumi to join her and he awkwardly crawls up, the two of them nestled in Satoru’s arms. Maybe you spoke too soon. Because it always seems like Satoru knows what he’s doing.

“You too, goofy.”

You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to them, laying your head against Satoru’s shoulders as you start running your hands through Tsumiki’s hair, rubbing soft circles into the small of her back like Satoru was earlier.

“Hi Miki.”

“H-hi Y/N.”

“How you feeling, sweet girl?”

“O-okay.”

You soften your hands in her hair, focusing on braiding the ends as you talk, the three of them hanging on to every word you say.

“Miki, Megs. I know you’ve…been together for a long time. Before me and Satoru came around. And I’m sure you have your own ways of…being there for each other. But, you can let us be there for you too, you know?”

You feel Tsumiki stiffen under your touch and you pull back, holding the braid in place on your head.

“I don’t mean to let each other go. You’re siblings and that’s one of the most important relationships you can have. But just know, Satoru and I can be smart sometimes. Well, I can. I don’t really know about him.”

“Hey.”

Tsumiki and Megumi laugh, which stops Satoru’s protests all together. It’s working. And Satoru’s jealous of you, because as always, you know the right thing to say. To get them to smile again, tell you what’s wrong. And sure, you’ve always had that effect on Satoru but he loves that you can do it with them too. You’ve clearly got this parenting thing more figured out than him, he thinks.

“But, we can help you too, you know? I’m a big girl. I can deal with whatever you give me.”

Tsumiki turns to the side, crawling out of Satoru’s lap as she crawls into yours, squeezing herself in your arms.

“Th-thanks, Y/N. But maybe not right now?”

“Whenever you want, okay? Let’s just go to bed now, it’s late.”

“Can I sleep with you, Y/N? And Satoru?”

Satoru leans forward, squeezing Tsumiki’s hand in hers as he nods, opening up the covers for her. Megumi awkwardly looks between you and Satoru and you catch on fast, signaling for him to join you under the covers as well. The four of you are squished together, Tsumiki clinging on to you and Megumi clinging on to Satoru.

They both fall asleep fast and you give a weary look to Satoru in the dark, which he returns with a smile.

You hate leaving at a time like this. And you hate your parents and even Gojo’s parents for making you come to a stupid dinner like this.

Your kids, that they don’t know about, need you. You had tried your best to make Tsumiki comfortable, making her a stack of warm, strawberry pancakes and letting her pick what you guys ate for lunch.

And when you had to leave her with Nanami and Shoko to go see the Gojo’s, you swear you could feel your heart clench at the thought of leaving her. And Megumi. And of the two of them being uncomfortable without you there.

You could tell from the look in Satoru’s eyes that he shared your sentiments, his gaze weary as he said goodbye, lingering by the door until you two really had to leave. And then you both made your trek to the Gojo Estate.

And god do you hate it here. In all but ten minutes of dinner, your mother, assfucking clown she was, had already found ten different things to pick on.

Your hair has split ends, you should cut it.

You should slow down on the food.

You could have worn a more flattering color.

Every spiky comment she makes, Satoru squeezes his hand in yours under the table, grounding you in the moment. If it wasn’t for him and the soft looks he was giving you every few minutes, you’re sure you would have broken the centerpiece in the middle of the table by now.

“Say, Y/N, Satoru.”

You look up to find Mr. Gojo beaming at you, the smile not meeting his eyes. You can feel Satoru’s hand tense in yours under the table and you know it’s your turn to protect him from his dad.

“Did you start trying for kids?”

“Dad.”

“What, Satoru? It’s an important question. You guys have been married for a year now and surely there’s no better time than now to start trying.”

You can feel your mouth dry at the thought. Kids. Kids of your own. Like, a crying, pooping baby - half parts you and half parts Satoru.

How in the world could they think you were ready for that? Because in all honesty, Satoru’s your husband in name but he feels like your boyfriend.

You’ve been together for eight months. You haven’t gone on a vacation together or met his college best friend and you don’t know what his favorite smoothie flavor is or what the first car he drove was and they want you to start popping out kids?

You and Satoru aren’t ready for kids. And really, you already have two kids. That need you right now. And you have all the time in the world to have more and you really, really just like things the way they are. For now, and-

“They’ll get working on it.”

You feel your eyes boggle out of your head as you crane your neck to look at your mom, a self-assured smile placed on her face. She can’t really be serious, can she?

“Oh, how sweet! A grandchild. Oh, I do hope it’s a boy. So we can pass on the Gojo name and all.”

It’s Satoru’s turn to glare at his mother and you’re sure that he has the same bitter taste in his mouth as you. Sure, they were the reason you guys got married but they had no right to treat you guys like this. Like you were put together to make some offspring for them to fawn over.

“Although, I wouldn’t mind a girl. Boys can be rowdy and insensitive.” says Mr. Gojo, a matter-of-fact tone in his words.

“That’s not true. Boys can be sensitive too. You just have to raise them right.” you respond, muttering the words under your breath.

Megumi’s sweet and sensitive. He always avoids stomping on flowers growing out of the cracks of the cement and he always writes cards for his teachers on holiday’s and always says please and thank you after every little thing you and Satoru do for him, even if it is under his breath.

“Well, I hope it’s a boy. Girls come with attitude.” your dad responds, the implication in his tone clear.

“No daughter of ours would take back-handed comments like that.”

Because Tsumiki’s never done that. Because Satoru remembers the day someone tried to pick on her in her class and all she did was calmly respond. Stand her ground, surely but firmly. Something he’s sure that she learned from you. And to think someone could dismiss that off as attitude is so fucking-

You squeeze Satoru’s hand under the table, signaling him to stop. Because he’s being rude. Because he shouldn’t talk back to your father even if he’s wrong and-

“Satoru. Stop.” you whisper, awkwardly eyeing the four of them as he deflates.

The four of you awkwardly sit in silence, the forks clicking against the plates. Satoru’s crushing your hand into oblivion under the table and you can see that he’s agitated from the way his shoulders are all scrunched up. And when his dad talks next, he really can’t hold it in anymore.

“Satoru, son. All you have to do take her to bed one time to pass on the Gojo na-”

Satoru smacks his fist against the table, the glassware making a loud noise against the surface. You look over to find Satoru smoldering, the way he often did when he was near his dad.

“Don’t talk about my wife like that. She’s not some thing for you to use. You can try that shit on anyone else but you know damn well I’m not letting you do it to her.”

Mrs. Gojo’s features scrunch up in frustration, a pinched look on her face as she starts massaging the bridge of her nose. Satoru stands up, pulling you up with him as he stomps out, dragging you out with him.

You two drive in silence the entire way home. Satoru’s still smoldering in his drivers seat, jaw tight against his skin as he clenches his fists on the steering wheel, knuckles going white. And you’re unsure of what you can say to him to ease it, make him feel better.

He parks the car in the driveway, leaning his head against the seat to look up through the sunroof, the stars glittering in the sky above you. He makes no motions to get out of the car, the engine and lights still turned on despite the fact that you and Satoru were home.

“Y/N.”

“Hm, Satoru?”

“You-you okay?”

“What? Yeah. Are you?”

He doesn’t respond and instead loosens his tie, the fabric hanging from the sides of his collar.

“I just…hate them. So much. Why would we rush having a child when we aren’t ready? And who are they to talk about you like that? Like all I keep you around for is to bear my children.”

You’re not sure what to say so you snake your hand into his, leaning over the glove box to lean onto his shoulder. You can feel him deflate under you, leaning his head on top of yours as he presses his hand against your waist, his hands rubbing back and forth on the fabric.

“Satoru.”

“Yeah, love?”

“You feel like my boyfriend, right now. I know you’re my husband but…we’ve only been together for eight months. And I know it’s weird to say but…I’d like to have a kid with you someday just…not now.”

His hand comes up, angling your face up so you’re looking at him, a big smile spread across his face. You can feel your cheeks burning from the admission and you clench your eyes shut to avoid seeing the teasing look on Satoru’s face.

“Y/N. You’d want to have kids with me?”

You nod and Satoru’s face splits into a big smile, his hands shaking in yours.

“Well, yeah. It would be cute, when the time is right. Megumi and Tsumiki can have a little sibling and it’ll be like…a little us.

“A little us?”

“Your nose, my eyes, hopefully all of my looks and none of your annoyingness.”

“You’re so sweet, Y/N. I don’t know how I ever lucked out with such a charming girl like you.” he responds, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You laugh in response, beaming at him as you talk on.

“I love you, Satoru. And I’d love to have kids with you but we’re just…we already have two kids and I think they need us right now. They haven’t opened up yet and-”

“I know, sweet. I agree. Trust me, I’d love nothing more than putting a baby in your right here, right now in this car but-”

“Pervert.”

“Why are you so rude? Every word is like a bullet wound in my chest.”

You lean over, pressing a kiss to his chest as you lean back and glare at him. He smiles at you, a sweet look on his face.

“What was that for?”

“You said bullet wound in your chest. I was just kissing your ego better.”

He leans forward, cupping your face as he kisses you, hanging off the ends of your lips as he squeezes his face in your hands. He pulls apart, pressing kisses all over your face as he talks, his words making your cheeks burn.

“You’re so-”

Kiss.

“Damn cute.”

Kiss.

“I hate you sometimes.”

Kiss.

“When we have kids, I hope they’re all like you. Pretty eyes, soft hair, snarky attitude. She’ll be so easy to love, all goofy and idiotic like you.”

“She, Satoru?”

“Oh, she’s totally going to be a girl. My three girls. You, Tsumiki, and her.”

“Sounds like you have it all planned out already?”

“Well, I’m waiting. For when you’re ready and I’m ready and all that. But yeah. I’ve already seen how our entire life is going to play out. You and I are going to grow old together. Sick it to our parents. Have the type of love kids dream about. All that lovey-dovey stuff.”

You and Satoru, hands pressed together, pad into the dark of the house, slowly climbing up the stairs. When you amble into your bed room, you can hear soft snores in your bed - Tsumiki and Megumi fast asleep under your sheets. There’s a tiny little sticky-note pressed to the light switch, which you and Satoru both squint at.

They want to sleep with "their parents”. Their words, not ours. - Shoko

You and Satoru quickly peel out of your clothes and climb under the sheets - Satoru leaning over to press a kiss to all three of your heads before fluttering his own eyes shut.

And you hate to say it, because all in all the night wasn’t perfect, but you really, really don’t want to let it go. Every part of this night is…sparkling in your mind. Satoru defending you, telling you that he loves you, that he wants to have kids with you. You-

You count yourself lucky. That you don’t have to wonder if Satoru is in love with someone else or what he thinks about you or any other thing.

Because you know the person he’s waiting on is you.

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how to build a chair........... director's cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)__ this is about to be a very long very self-indulgent post where i just talk about my own writing. i also doodled on all the pages i think it makes the whole thing more fun to go thru. welcome to my ted talk

SIKE before i begin. credit where credit is due, this post was the start of it all. it changed my brain chemistry my jaw was dropped i was in awe i was obsessed and before i even finished it i knew that i would eventually have to make something similar for the commander or else i would be cursed to think about it for the rest of my life. and i Was cursed for like two years every day i would just be like........ is today the day i sit down and draft the commander chair fic of my dreams....... maybe tomorrow......

and then i got accepted as a writer for the gw2 zine ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the chair idea was actually my backup option in case my first idea didn't pan out, and thank god it didn't, bc this one worked so much better. (still working on my initial idea, just turning it into a full fic! it was wayyy too long to be a zine submission.)

this is the chair i used. i downloaded the assembly instructions and tried out a bunch of different free pdf editors until i found one i liked, which ended up being sedja. if anyone's interested in doing something like this, i recommend printing out the pdf and writing directly on it! it was a lot easier for me to just figure out everything on paper first and then digitalize it after :P here's a picture of my physical copy

okay actually getting into it for real this time !!!!!

1. yeah i could've just erased the ikea logo and left a blank space but then i realized i could turn it into an in-universe joke. and then i ran with it.

2. i ripped this straight from the product description on the website. thanks ikea

3. i'm not sure if anyone went and looked it up, but it's a real item code!

hehe :3c

4. if your commander willingly goes to therapy i'm happy for them but TO ME? you'd have to drag the commander kicking and screaming. it's not that they don't know that something is wrong with them, they know, and they know YOU know. you're just never supposed to talk about it. they don't look at their own psych eval results bc that's none of their business.

5. i normally avoid specifying the commander's race when i write them bc i enjoy the challenge, but for the zine i was assigned to write about a norn commander! as a human main i was uhhhh very ill-equipped. but that just meant i had to study up on my norn lore (•̀ᴗ•́)و i spent hours on the wiki, then went around interviewing norn mains for their opinions, which was great fun :D it all helped me narrow the focus of my piece: joining the war on commander objectification on the side of commander objectification (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ and no one self-aggrandizes quite like the norn commander!

and to balance that i knew my narrator had to be patronizing as shitttt. they've clearly been following the commander since the beginning and seem to know a lot of intimate details about their life, despite not thinking very highly of them. wonder who that could be :3c

6. i can't stop making references. so the original part number is actually #122620 in the manual but i've changed it here (and on the previous page!) to #082812, as in 08/28/12, the date gw2 was released! no real reason for it, @dalennaugw suggested it for funsies and i liked it. if you're my pal and i show you a wip and you have a cool idea for it, chances are i Will put that shit in. hi dale if you're reading this

7. another thing about me. i loveeee repetition. here the word "over" is repeated four times to match the picture. honestly a lot of the creative process for this piece was just staring at the pages and figuring out how to tie the pictures to the commander in ways that weren't extremely corny or trite. idk why i enjoy writing like this when i could be frolicking in the beautiful prosaic meadows of a word doc instead but. it's like i see a tiny little restrictive box and i'm like OH BOY can't wait to think inside of that thing!!! i like when the format matters just as much as the content and in some cases informs the content. am i making any sense here. well all you need to know is that i'm a virgo and my favorite book is house of leaves

7. aw fuck just realized i wrote 7 twice. whatever i'm not changing it this is 7 part two now. the theme of my piece is glory, what it means to the norn commander, and how far they're willing to go for it.

8. does norn culture place emphasis on seeking individual glory Yes are norn also very community-oriented Also Yes. i think it's common to see norn kids napping together in a big pile, usually after they've worn themselves out playing games outside. it makes sense practically (apes together warm) and socially (pack bonding good) but that's just my hc. growing up i used to share a bed with my cousins all the time so it's normal to me.

a young, naive not-yet-commander, with no real combat experience, has no point of reference to compare a "blaze of glory" to. but the way everyone talks about it, it must be a good thing. a wonderful thing. a reward fit for a life well-fought and a legend hard-earned. so they imagine it must feel like falling asleep surrounded by the people they love, who love them in turn.

9. .........i was playing a lot of ace attorney when i wrote this page. i wish i was joking 👍🏼

10. ohhh shit the truth come OUT this whole chair thing was all a ploy just so i could write about the departing. again.

will i ever stop thinking about her. reply hazy, try again later.

11. out of all the pages, this one has the most emphasis on text placement, like comparing the enlarged picture of the screw to a sword, the numbers counting the screws, and "up up up" being arranged to mimic a wisp of smoke.

i also wanted to lean into the viking/norse mythology influences with my word choice.

12. more nods to norn culture. i didn't know they referred to the six human gods as "spirits of action" until i was doing the research for this piece :O

and the domain of the lost is called a hall of ghosts....... cause valhalla.....

13.

i'm sorry this so funnyyy. SAYS the guy who literally clawed their way back to life for a rematch.

me when i'm in a sore loser competition and my opponent is the COMMANDER!!!

14. arms as in "limbs" and also arms as in "armaments" :•]

15. haha get it because the picture makes it look like there are two mirrored speech bubbles while the text paints two opposing interpretations of the norn commander. one that's selfless and humble versus one that's selfish and vainglorious.

16. and the best part is IT DOESN'T MATTER which one is true bc at the end of the day no matter what their motivation, balthazar is dead by their hand. ofc i'm of the opinion that the most compelling interpretation of the commander is both, simultaneously. contradictions are good for the soul.

17. i could've name-dropped kas, the only person present that would do something like that, but i felt it was better to leave it ambiguous.

18. low-hanging fruit. the metaphor was so obvious here but i had to do it. for the culture

19. the alternate title for this piece was "THIS COULD BE GLORY". "how to build a chair" was only supposed to be a placeholder title til i figured out a better one, but the innocuousness of it grew on me. also i came up with the other one too late and had already advertised under the chair title lol

20. my first instinct was to end it with something more reassuring, like "what you have built so far is enough" but that would've been an ooc switch-up for a narrator who has been nothing but snide and detached this whole time. gotta stick to my guns

21.

obligatory chair joke as the last line. for realsies though it’s meant to be an earnest appeal to the commander to take a break, to have a seat, but it’s also a challenge. are they willing to lean on their friends? are the bonds they’ve forged strong enough to hold their weight? are they willing to put their faith in someone else’s hands? are they brave enough to try? well. only one way to find out.

also guess what that wasn’t even the real last page of the manual. it's THIS

but no way i was letting this be the image we ended on. IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK AND BALLS!!!

and on that note, THANK YOU if you made it this far!! a very special shout-out to @hawkepockets, my lovely boyfriend and beta reader, without whom this piece would not be nearly as polished. i would bring him pages to look over and he would say Scrap half of those lines you can do better than that. kill your darlings. i would complain and argue for a few minutes then we would revise. rinse and repeat until we had honed this thing to perfection. i can't stress enough the importance of having a second pair of eyes on your work throughout your creative process, even better if it's someone who challenges you. i don't even pay him 🫶🏼

and if there was anything i didn't cover that you still have questions about, please feel free to shoot me an ask! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ thanks for reading! see u later dudes ;P

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #my writing #for once i have nothing to say in the tags bc i already talked so much in the body of the post.#ummmmmmmm meows cutely !

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jiveyuncle · 7 months

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"Fuck." Pidge hisses. "The ship's got an encryption software on it. Downloading any information off of it is going to scramble the information. It'll take days to decode."

"We can't wait days to go after him." Keith growls.

"I don't even know if we can wait for it to download." Hunk warns. The fire burns higher, inching its way up the body of the craft. "Pidge you gotta hurry."

"It's downloading! It won't go any faster!"

Keith slams the exit controls on his lion, and closes his helmet's face shield to switch over to using the suit's oxygen.

As the ramp extends out, Lance radios in. "Keith, what are you doing?" His tone is laced with nervous warning.

Keith pulls himself into the burning ship. "We don't need to download or decode if someone can just read the damn data, right?"

"While true, hypotheticals don't really help with our current situation." Pidge says with a bit of anxious exasperation. "I can't read Galran."

Keith finds Pidge in the cockpit, looking up at a small data screen. "I can."

"Keith, no." Lance breathes.

They don't have time for secrets and the hesitation that comes with keeping them. Fuck his history. Allura can strike him down so long as they get Shiro back.

Surprise! I drew/added one more artwork today! Here’s the last batch art from the fic.

Okay. So. The things I feel that the Humans-are-descended-from-Alteans plot would answer in canon:

+why Alteans look so Human,

+why a lion was hidden on Earth specifically,

+why Altea and Earth both have identifiable *lions* as fauna (headcanoning that lions were Altean pets/house guardians and that some were brought with them while fleeing),

+why Keith could sense the lion of Voltron in the desert,

+why all the locations around the lions glowed when they got near,

+why a crew of all humans were the chosen operators of Altean-made weaponry,

+why Lance got the Altean marks at the end of the show,

etc.

ALSO

Copy/pasting this rant I had about why I love it even more for this reincarnation AU:

Keith's current mom can absolutely still fit the canon version. It would make double sense that she didn't want the Galra to find the lion on Earth and why she left if the planet is crawling with [what she suspects is] the Galra's # 1 enemy (of which she's in love with) - to protect them. And with Keith being the child of a Galran and an Altean, it would make the storytelling symbolic side of my brain happy for him to be the reason they find the lions - the literal embodiment of unifying the two biggest enemies being the one to sense/wake the thing meant to bring peace? The person they thought started the whole Galra vs Altean divide being the evidence that they can in fact get along, and then living it himself? Uhg. Love. I wanted to write hints of it in the fic and even reveal it (I had several ideas of how and where), but it felt like too much to cram in. So, I'll probably just continue it with comic stips and doodles later.

Fic: Sure and Indelible on AO3:

#keith kogane #lance mcclain #altean lance #pidge gunderson #pidge holt #katie holt #takashi shirogane #hunk garrett #princess allura #klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #fanart #fanfic #sure and indelible

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apollodarling-writes · 7 months

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pls that one pulse motion fic pt2 with könig or ghost from cod I am BEGGING 😭😭🙏🙏 any reader idc I JUST NEED MOREEETETE

tws: possessive behavior, slight delusional behavior, reader is cornered, konig uses intimdation tactics, very obvious threats, slight manipulation??, kind of bloodthirsty könig, mentions of creeps, könig bypasses his coding and his eyes change :)) lmk if i missed anything.

you glide the tips of your fingers against the scratchy material of könig’s arm, marveling at how sturdy his bicep was with burning cheeks. in his left hand was a manila folder titled handling and instructions. you pry it out of his grasp, struggling a bit against his stiff grip, but succeed in acquiring it. you settle beside him, sitting in a position most comfortable for prolonged seating, and scan over the instructions.

you flip through a few pages, going over what all your cyborg needs to be properly functional, finding that he only really need charging once a week and he will inform you of any updates that he needs. könig doesn’t require any food, but he is able to eat if be so desires. basic information about updates, coding instructions for people who are into that, blah blah blah…

"ah! there it is."

you follow the instructions step by step. first, press and hold the button on the top of his head for five seconds. you lift his mask, turning your head and blindly sifting through locks of his hair to find said button. it takes you a few frustrating minutes to find the small button embedded at the very top of his scalp, huffing as you push it. you quickly place his sniper hood back into place, keeping your eyes elsewhere. second, state your first and last name. third, state your preferred pronouns and state your use for him. then, enjoy!

you hear a faint hum as the cyborg whirrs to life, eyes lighting up behind his sniper hood and taking in his surroundings.

“you must be [name].” könig says, a thick german accent showing in his vowels. könig stands and you follow suit, extending a hand with a giddy smile.

“yes, that’s me. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you murmur, dazed at how tall he was compared to you. the two of you spend the rest of the day getting to know each other, finding that you get along swimmingly, and when you turn in for the night, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

months fly by with the large man by your side, your crush on him growing more and more apparent by the day. you felt a little perverted— he was a cyborg. wouldn’t it be wrong to be with him? did he even feel the same way? and so, to move on with your life, you decide to find someone else, downloading a dating app while sitting in the living room and setting up your profile.

swipe after swipe after swipe, you struggle find someone that matches your preferences. after another thirty minutes, you finally find someone. ecstatic, you quickly swipe right and within minutes the two of you matched. the conversation goes exceptionally well and with the two of you hitting it off quickly, you set up a date for tomorrow night.

“what are you doing?” königs voice startles you, sounding slightly strained. you flinch at the sudden appearance, spinning around and excitedly telling him about your plans for tomorrow evening. könig is oddly quiet after that.

“…könig?” your voice sounds small as he slowly rounds the corner of the couch, his footsteps silent as he moves. he comes to a halt in front of you, leaning down as his breathing grows labored.

“why would you go out with that… man when you have me?” könig grits out as he places each arm on either side of you, caging you between his broad chest and the cushions of the couch. your eyes grow wide, your throat drying up as he utters his next sentence. “oh, i see. you’re just playing hard to get aren’t you? you wanted me to be jealous, didn’t you?”

könig straightens up, laughing a bit before his eyes narrow. “if you go out with that man tomorrow, who knows what will happen, kleiner hase*. you don’t want to find out… do you? it will be on your hands after all.”

könig’s hand shoots out and snatches your wrist, your mind reeling. wasn’t there coding that prevented this? surely he couldn’t have altered his coding… right? you have to send him back. you need to get him fixed and maybe you’ll even keep him gone altogether. this isn’t-

“schätzen*, you chose me. that means you love me, right?” the cyborg’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. your eyes instinctively meet his, realizing that what once glowed with the company’s symbol was now not glowing at all, and in fact looked as if the symbol had never been there in the first place. how was this even possible…?

a shiver ran down your spine as könig’s eyes squint behind his mask— seemingly smiling. you hadn’t been aware of his intimidating presence before, even when he protected you from creeps on your grocery runs. but now that you were on the receiving end, you couldn’t help but regret ever letting your friend talk you into this.

notes:

*kleiner hase — little bunny

*schätzen — treasure

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Woman of the Night | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda has kept what she does for a living a secret from you the entire time you’ve been together. The night you accidentally find out changes everything.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, mild language, age gap (Wanda is 38, R is 25), suggestive content, minors DNI

Word Count: 4.9K

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A/N: I’d like to thank @cthulhus-curse for uttering three words that changed my world: Stripper MILF Wanda. I give them full credit for this amazing idea. They have their own INCREDIBLE fic called “Cherry Waves” which y’all should check out too! Enjoy!

Taking one final look in the mirror before you left your apartment, you nervously tousled your hair for the millionth time. It wasn’t every day you had a first date. In fact, it had been a couple of years since you had gone on any sort of date at all.

It’s not that you didn’t want to date: after graduating from college and getting a job as an accountant at one of the Tri-State Area’s most prestigious law firms, it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind. The tipping point was when one of your closest friends from college, Steve, got engaged to his longtime girlfriend. He was the first of your friends to get married. It didn’t matter that he was a few years older than you, or that they’d been together for almost a decade, you suddenly felt the need to keep up with the Joneses.

You’d never tried dating apps before, so you downloaded the first one you saw. As you created your profile, you saw the general age range was set from 18-49. What the heck, you thought, deciding not to change it. Age gaps didn’t really bother you.

Once your profile was set up, you flopped down onto your bed. Pictures of different women flashed across your screen. It turned you off almost instantaneously. It all seemed so transactional, swiping one way or another simply based on her looks and a few generic questions. You lazily flicked through them swiping left or right haphazardly until a certain redhead caught your eye.

The woman was absolutely gorgeous. Her profile picture was her sitting on the beach gazing out over the ocean. Her red hair cascaded down her body, accented by the dep blue waves crashing against the sand and the clear blue sky. Her emerald green eyes were stunning. You saw those in the next picture, a candid shot of her popping a bottle of champagne. There was no doubt that she was hands down the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

You scanned her profile and learned that her name was Wanda, she was 38, and that she lived in Westview. It didn’t phase you that she was 13 years older than you, you swiped right anyways. Much to your surprise the app announced that you two were a match. Your face burned red knowing that she swiped right on you first. Had she felt the same way when she saw you? Did the world around her come to a complete standstill as she swiped through your pictures? God you hoped so.

After a few brief text exchanges, Wanda agreed to meet you for drinks after she got out of work on Saturday. She agreed to meet you at one of your favorite bars. You hoped Wanda wouldn’t find it too immature. That was your biggest worry: that she’d find you too childish for her liking. Those thoughts danced through your mind while you waited for her. You threw back the shot of vodka you ordered in one gulp, the liquor burning your throat as it traveled down to your stomach. There was no way you’d be able to do this totally sober.

“Y/N?”

You spun around as a voice you never heard before called your name. It was her. It had to be. A voice that sweet and melodic could only belong to her. As you turned you locked eyes with the emerald ones that had infiltrated the depths of your consciousness for the better part of a week. They were even more mesmerizing in person.

“Wanda?” You managed to choke out, disguising your dumbstruck awe as a cough.

“Hi!” she responded enthusiastically, taking her coat off and slinging it over the empty stool next to her. “Sorry I’m a little late. I got stuck at work,” she apologized while she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That’s okay,” you replied in earnest.

The two of you soon fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. Wanda was surprisingly easy to talk to. She told you all about herself. How she was divorced from her husband and raising her twin boys, Billy and Tommy, by herself. Her strength and courage impressed you. She was also uncommonly kind and had a wicked sense of humor. She told jokes that made even you blush.

“So what do you do for work?” she asked, swirling her lipstick stained straw around her drink.

“I’m an accountant at a law firm. Nelson and Murdock. Have you heard of them?” Wanda shook her head as you took another sip of your beer. “It’s a good job. Good pay, good people, good vacation time…that’s all that really matters in a job, right?”

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head at your youthful optimism. She found the straw without breaking eye contact with you. You swallowed hard as she stared at you with a twinkle in her eye, the room growing hotter by the second. “So what do you do?”

Wanda sucked her drink a little faster, pausing as she came up for air. Her confident demeanor faltered ever so slightly. She tilted her head, thinking before she spoke.

“I’m a secret agent with the CIA. So I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” She shot you a knowing wink before she motioned to the bartender for another drink. The way Wanda completely avoided the subject told you the real answer was more complicated than she was willing to let on.

When Wanda told you she wanted to see you again, you were equally relieved and ecstatic. That first date was an undeniable success, as made evident by the way she slammed you up against a dumpster behind the bar and crashed her lips into yours. The sensation of her soft lips against yours was pure ecstasy. You were grateful for both the dumpster and the tight grip you had on her hips because you were sure your knees would give out otherwise.

Over the next few months, you saw each other as much as you could, which wasn’t enough for either of you. Wanda was simultaneously balancing a demanding work schedule with being a single mother and you were drowning in quarterly reports. Yet through the late night trysts, stolen moments, phone calls, text messages, and video chats, one thing never changed: Wanda never revealed what she actually did. Any mention of it was met with a sarcastic remark and a different answer every time. It didn’t bother you too much, but you wondered what she did that made her not want to tell you about it.

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“Okay we’ve got the steaks, we’ve got the cigars, we’ve got the booze, we’ve got Bucky’s Gamecube, all we need is the stripper,” Sam rattled off as he went down the checklist.

“Woah!” you interjected as you ripped the list from him. “Steve’s not gonna want a stripper. Come one, we all know the guy’s a total square when it comes to that sort of stuff.”

“You, sir, need to learn to live a little,” Bucky chided as he smacked your shoulder. The three of you had taken it upon yourselves to plan Steve’s bachelor party. The lot of you had met in college. Steve was a grad student and Bucky and Sam were upperclassmen when you met them your freshman year on the rugby team. While Bucky and Sam were the party animals of the group, you and Steve weren’t. Steve was the clean cut one, which led to rumors that he was secretly a Mormon or Quaker or something like that. But they were just rumors. The truth of the matter was that Steve simply wasn’t interested in that sort of stuff. He’d be thrilled with steaks, beer, cigars, and video games at his bachelor party. But a stripper?

“I don’t know, guys. I’m not sure it’s the best idea.”

“Steve said he was down for anything when I asked, so technically it’s his own fault,” Sam smirked. You chuckled, letting out an exasperated sigh as you shook your head. There was no way of talking Sam and Bucky out of this insane idea.

“I mean, you got me there, Sam,” you relented. “You guys know any good ones?”

The three of you grabbed your phones, looking up the best reviewed strip clubs in the area. If Steve’s bachelor party was going to have a stripper, then you were going to have the best stripper you could afford.

“Oh here’s one!” Bucky shouted. “Wait nevermind. We can’t afford that.”

“What about this one? Top Notch Stippers? They’ve got great reviews and they’re more affordable than the other place,” Sam suggested. You plopped over on the arm of the chair and peered over his shoulder.

“Cool! Let’s book it!” Bucky exclaimed.

Sam dialed the number and promptly thrust the phone in your face. “Thanks,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“Top Notch Strippers, this is Kelly speaking, how may I help you?” a perky voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Uh, yeah…I need to book someone for a bachelor party next Saturday night…please.” You heard the clacking of a keyboard over the line.

“Great! Is there any one of our performers you’d like to request?”

The question made you freeze. God, this was so awkward. Your face reddened with embarrassment. “Umm, how about your best one?” you managed to squeak out. “It’s, uhh, it’s my buddy’s bachelor party.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself to the woman on the other end.

“Gotcha. She’s a good one, too. Everybody loves her.” You smiled weakly. “Now what’s the address and what time?”

“Umm, 9 pm?” Bucky and Sam nodded. “Yeah 9. And the address is, uhh…” “247 Westbrook Drive,” Sam whispered.

“247 Westbrook Drive,” you blurted. Another moment of silence told you she was inputting all of your information.

“And can I get a name and phone number?”

“Sam Wilson, and the number is…” Sam slapped his forehead and Bucky stifled a laugh by biting his fist while you gave Kelly Sam’s name and number.”

“Okay great. So your total of $800 will be due in cash the night of the event and that doesn’t include any tips or gratuities. A security guard will accompany her for her safety, which is standard protocol for every performance. If you need to cancel or reschedule, just give us at least 24 hours notice.”

“Great, okay, thanks then,” you replied before hanging up and tossing Sam back his phone.

“Why’d you give my name, man?” Sam whined as he caught it.

“Because it’s your house, dumbass,” you joked. “Oh, and it’s 800 bucks, so cough it up, assholes.”

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“So I’ll see you after the party then?” you asked Wanda.

“Yeah. I’m working tonight so I got a sitter for the boys. But they should be asleep by the time you get there. And-”

“I know, I know. Leave before they wake up and find their mom in bed with a strange man,” you smirked as you emptied a bag of ice into the cooler.

“I promise you’ll meet them soon, Y/N. I just don’t want to rush them.” That was the main reason Wanda hadn’t introduced you to them in your four months of dating. It had been less than two years since their dad completely walked out on them and it was still a sore subject of contention. Wanda worried that if you two didn’t work out for whatever reason they’d end up heartbroken all over again.

“Wanda, it’s okay! Really! I don’t want to rush you at all. I’ll meet them when I meet them!” You balanced your phone between your shoulder and ear as you emptied a box of beer cans into the cooler.

“What did I ever do to deserve a boyfriend as sweet as you?” Her voice was sweet as honey through the phone, causing you to melt. For as much as you adored Wanda she adored you even more. She made you smile, really smile, for the first time in your life.

“Hey listen I’ve gotta run,” you apologized as Bucky screamed about something going on with the grill while Sam ran around with the fire extinguisher. “I think Bucky’s trying to blow the place up.”

“Have fun playing fire marshall,” Wanda giggled. “I’ll see you tonight.”

After stopping Bucky from burning himself, you took over grill duty as the rest of your friends arrived. Steve showed up last, sheepishly accepting the taunts and applause from his groomsmen.

The evening was spent grilling, smoking, drinking, and racing Mario Kart on Bucky’s Gamecube. Steve was having an absolute blast, remaining totally ignorant to the performance that was looming overhead. As 9 pm grew closer, you grew more anxious. It was your head on the chopping block if this went south.

At 8:55 the doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked. “Don’t tell me you ordered pizza after all that food, Buck.”

“Nah, it’s the stripper,” Bucky answered, deeply engrossed in the race as his Waluigi overtook Scott Lang’s Wario for the lead.

“Ha! Good one!” Steve laughed as he took a swig of his beer.

“Can someone go let-damn it, Scott!-Can someone go let her in?!” Sam yelled as his Yoshi slipped on a banana peel.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Where’s her money?” You stood up, searching around the room for the envelope with the money Sam and Bucky ponied up.

“It’s in my butt!” Sam leaned onto one side of his butt, the folded envelope peeking out of his back pocket. You snatched it from him and jogged to the door.

“Hold on!” you shouted as the bell rang a second time. A rush of anxiety pulsed through you as you saw a silhouette through the frosted glass. But there was nothing that could prepare you for what you saw when you opened the door.

“Sup? I’m Pietro. I’m working security tonight.” A tall, somewhat lanky man with half bleached hair stuck his hand out at you. “Are you Sam?”

“What?” You were slightly taken aback. “Oh, no. I’m Y/N. Sam’s inside playing Mario Kart with the rest of the guys. You’re not, umm…you know…” You peered around him, searching for another body.

“What, the stripper? No way broski, that’s way too much work,” Pietro laughed. “She’s on her way. Her babysitter was a little late.”

“Oh, okay. Well, why don’t you go inside then? There’s steak and beer if you want some. I can wait out here for her.” “Thanks, but I’ll pass on the refreshments. I’ll go in and read ‘em the riot act, but if you’re gonna wait for her, here it is: do not touch her, do not call her anything of a degrading nature, do not film or take pictures of her, and tip generously. Put a toe out of line and I’ll put you in traction, understood?” Pietro’s laid back demeanor completely shifted as he slipped into guard mode. The subtle shift in his face told you that he meant business. You gulped, nodding overenthusiastically. “Alright, man! You said they’re all inside?” As fast as he shifted into guard mode he shifted back again. “Yeah, they’re racing Mario Kart. The party’s for Steve, by the way. It’s just Sam’s house we’re using.”

“Sweet!” Pietro slapped you on the back. “Lemme know when she gets here,” he asked before swaggering into the house. Seeing as you were all alone, you sat in the rocking chair and waited. Before long, a car pulled into the driveway. It skidded to a stop as you stood, watching the dark figure inside rummage around for something before opening the door.

“Sorry I’m late. My babysitter was late and I couldn’t leave until she-” The woman, dressed in normal clothes and carrying a backpack, jogged up the steps of the porch and froze when she saw you. As your eyes focused in the dim light, you understood why.

It was Wanda.

“Wanda?” Your brain exploded. Words left you as you stared in horror at your girlfriend.

“Oh no,” she whispered as she dropped her eyes to the ground and covered her face with her hand.

An awkward pause settled between the two of you as you both stared at the ground. Of all the things Wanda could be, this was certainly not on your list of choices. The entire situation felt surreal, like you were watching the scene from above while your body simply went through the motions.

“So, umm, this is what you actually do then?” You finally broke the silence, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck.

“Y/N-”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I mean it’s not a big deal. I just didn’t expect, y’know, this whole ‘woman of the night’ thing.”

“Woman of the night thing? Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Wanda scoffed. An incredulous look spread over her face as she recoiled in anger at your words. “I’m a stripper, not a prostitute! See, this is why I didn’t tell you. Because this is the reaction I get from every guy I’ve tried to date! They freak out, call me a slut, and that’s it!”

“So were you planning on just never telling me then? Just avoid the topic completely?” You stepped closer to her, your faces dangerously close as you felt your own rage burning. “How am I supposed to trust you if you can’t be honest with me?”

“I wanted to tell you, Y/N, I really did, but this isn’t the way I wanted you to find out.” She pinched her brow in exasperation as she turned away from you. “Look, can we talk about this later?”

You thrust the envelope at her. “Here’s your cash. Pietro’s inside. I’m gonna go. They’re back in the living room.” You opened the door for her, pushing past her as she entered.

“Hate to do this, but I’ve gotta dip. Family emergency,” you lied grabbing your hat and keys off the counter. “Steve, enjoy. Sam, text you later.”

“Everything good, man?” Bucky called as you sped down the hallway.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Have fun!” Wanda shot you a desperate, almost pleading look as you raced by. She was incredibly hurt by your words. You’d discovered her most intimate secret, something she shared equal parts pride and shame about, in the worst possible way and reacted the way she feared you would. You simply looked the other way.

You sat in your car absolutely frozen. Wanda was in a room with your best friends doing what she apparently did best. Kelly did say everyone loved her. So did you. Four short months and you were already head over heels in love with her. There were so many conflicting feelings over this new revelation. It was dizzying, the way your head spun at the absurdity of it all. Your older, divorced, mother-of-two girlfriend was a stripper and you had absolutely no idea until ten minutes ago. Worst of all you were ashamed at the way you reacted. You felt absolutely awful. You’d insulted her, accused her, and then completely dismissed her.

You couldn’t go back in there, not after that. And there was no way you could watch your girlfriend give your best friend a lap dance or whatever. So you started the car and made the short drive over to Westview.

You arrived at Wanda’s house a short time later, parking your car next to the sitter’s. A teenage girl appeared in the doorway, visibly confused at your appearance.

“Can I help you?” she called, cracking the screen door open slightly.

“Hey! I’m Y/N. Wanda’s my girlfriend. I told her I’d come over after she got back, but I think I’m a bit early.” You didn’t want to freak her out and you definitely didn’t want to let her know there was anything wrong. The younger girl didn’t respond, staring at you with a keen sense of distrust. “Look, I’m just gonna wait outside, okay? I’ll wait on the porch. You can text her if you want, she’ll tell you I’m okay.” You cautiously stepped toward the porch. She looked at you warily, sizing you up as she let the door shut. You heard a soft click as she locked it behind you. Sighing, you plopped on the top step and stared out into the clear dark night.

The bright glow of headlights jolted you awake as a car pulled into the drive. You must’ve nodded off as you waited for Wanda to return home. Both the porch light and headlights illuminated Wanda’s frame as she got out of the car. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and carried a pair of stilettos in the other. Her face seemed to carry the weight of the world in every crevice.

“You scared Kate a bit,” she said, giving you a half smile. “She called me all freaked out saying there was some weirdo claiming to be my boyfriend sitting on the porch, but that he couldn’t be my boyfriend because he was a literal child.”

“Cradle robber,” you joked. Wanda’s shoulders shrugged in a halfhearted chuckle. The tension between the two of you was unspoken but completely evident. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you thought of the impending conversation. You prayed that you hadn’t completely fucked things up between the two of you.

“Do you want to come in?”

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You sat in the kitchen, pushing around the leftover piece of pie Wanda set in front of you as she poured herself a large glass of wine. Although it was your favorite, you weren’t feeling all too hungry. There were so many things you wanted to say to her but you didn’t know how or where to start.

Wanda took a large gulp from her glass, sighing as she set it down on the counter. “So I guess you probably want to know about the whole-”

“Wanda-”

“I’m not proud of it, okay? Do you honestly think that I wanted to do this for a living?”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t like it like I did when I was younger, Y/N, but it’s allowed me to give the boys a much better life than I had growing up, even as a single mother,” she snapped.

“Wanda-” you tried for a third time to interrupt her, but she cut you off again.

“Look, I started stripping in college to make some extra spending money, okay? I went to an open call on a whim and booked it. And I liked it. I kept doing it even after I graduated. Vision was in grad school and his stipend and my first year teacher’s salary wasn’t cutting it. I’d go straight from school to the club every single day. I mean it was almost 20 hour days for a while. But when I got pregnant with the boys I had to take a step back. When I came back from maternity leave I knew there was no way I could keep doing that. So I stopped.” She took a long swig of the wine, her eyes squeezing shut as the tart liquid rolled down her throat. “Vision never knew, of course. Nobody did. But when he left I had to do something. So I went back. I went back to the long days and the babysitters and pretending that everything’s okay. That’s when I found out about the house calls. Once I started doing those on top of club work I made more money than I ever dreamed of as a teacher. So I quit to spend more time with the boys.”

She looked down, her head bowed over the sink as she stretched her arms across the counter. You watched as she squeezed her eyes shut again. She shook her head as she tried to clear the tears from her eyes. “That’s why I can’t ever get past the third date with anyone,” Wanda sniffled. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she turned around to lean against the counter. “I’ve been called a lot worse than “woman of the night” before.”

The urge to curl up in a ball and disappear was all-consuming as Wanda reminded you of the way you degraded her. There was no way you could ever take that back. It was short-sighted and cruel, the way you had insulted her work. She was so insecure about it, no matter how proud she might appear. Worst of all was that you loved her. You loved her in a way you never loved anyone else before and you hurt her. While her stunning green eyes were normally a safe haven for you, tonight you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

“Let’s be real here, Y/N. I’ve got stretch marks and scars and reminders that I’m not getting any younger. I’ve got two boys who are almost in middle school who have an absent father. And my career is in no way conventional. You could do so much better. You’re young and handsome with a bright future ahead of you. So if you want to leave, just…just go. Please just go.” She waved her hand as if to shoo you away.

“Wanda-”

“GO!” she snapped, her eyes brimming with tears. Those stunning emerald orbs stung as they pierced your heart like daggers. You stood up, pushing your plate away as the world crashed down around you. This was it: she was done with you. Done with the late night calls and secret sleepovers and good morning texts and flowers you sent her for no reason other than to say ‘I love you.’

As you stormed down the hallway toward the front door, you paused as you reached the foyer. Because it wasn’t too far away from the kitchen, you heard Wanda sobbing through the silence. Your heart sank as you listened to the sniffles and gasps echo through the hallway. Cautiously you tiptoed back towards the kitchen, peering around the corner to find Wanda hunched over the sink. Her chest heaved as sobs wracked the room. You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat before you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her midsection, resting your chin on her shoulder. Your touch surprised her, and she grabbed your forearm as she continued to cry.

“I’m not leaving,” you whispered in her ear as you held her tightly.

“Please go,” she whispered.

“Mmm-mmm, you’re stuck with me. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You lowered your head to kiss her neck, pulling her even closer as your lips trailed up and down her delicate skin.

“Really?”

“Really.” You released her from your grip only to turn her around, pushing her up against the edge of the sink as your hands snaked down to her hips. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for the stupid shit I said. Because I don’t care. At all. I’m in this for the long haul with you. All I want is for us to be happy together. Nothing is as important as that.”

Wanda smiled, her hands snaking up to rest around your neck as she pulled you close. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. When I first met you I was scared that you’d leave if you knew, and I didn’t want you to leave because I really liked you. You were the first decent guy I’d gone out with in a long time. I couldn’t lose that…you never really brought it up so I decided that I wouldn’t either. I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it because I’m tired of trying to sneak you around the boys all the time.”

“You want me to meet the boys?” Wanda nodded, smiling as she gazed into your eyes. “So I don’t have to sneak out your window at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning?”

She pulled on your neck, reaching up to capture your lips in hers. The combination of her sweet cherry chapstick and the salty remnants of her tears ignited a fury of desire within you. You gripped her hips tighter, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip as she parted them slightly to allow your tongue to dance with hers.

“I am so in love with you,” you whispered as you broke apart, your lips so close together that yours tickled hers as you spoke.

“You are absolutely perfect,” she whispered back.

The two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. The world stopped as you two simply existed.

“How about we go upstairs and I give you a little taste of what I do?” Wanda teased, a devilish spark in her eye.

“What about the rules? Pietro said I’m not allowed to touch you,” you teased back.

“Oh you’re not. But I will make sure to use your tip generously.” Her sultry voice was hot against your ear as you groaned at her insinuation. “Come on, handsome, let the Scarlet Witch take care of you.”

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff fic #scarlet witch fix #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda x male reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #scarlet witch x male reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x y/n #self reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #therealdisneyfan2319

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clover-blossom · 4 months

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ANIDALA FIC RECOMMENDATIONS- Part 1*

Realized I inadvertently left off several great fics. Stay tuned for Part 2!

Snowbaird has inspired me to revisit a favorite ship from my younger years. Inspired by @burntblueberrywaffles list, I put together one of my favorites. The vast majority of these are on ff.net BUT BUT BUT remember you can convert them here for download to your Kindle.

The Anakin Saga by geo3

A five part series published before all the prequels were released (so this is an OG). The first two are one shots. The last three are multi-chapter.

The Hour of Souls

The padawan and the Senator find that it is very difficult to be in love when everyone is watching and a shadowy figure is pulling strings....

Step into My Parlor

At the end of Episode II, why, oh why did they let Anakin travel back to Naboo with Padme? It turns out that a certain Dark Lord had something to do with it...

Children of Circumstance

A story about Anakin, his love and his path.

Winds of Change

Early days of the fall... Anakin's path after he is secretly married and returns to the Temple.

Ring of Fire

The final story in the Anakin Saga Series.

Living a Lie by Leah Naberrie

After the forbidden wedding, the reality of living a lie hits the Skywalkers.

Slight of Hand and Twist of Fate by irnan

"I suppose we should just be grateful they're not planning to televise the investigations," Anakin grouses. "Hmm," Obi-Wan says, too busy playing with Leia to answer him

Purgatory by HelenT

As if the comment Obi-Wan had made to Luke about Anakin ‘dying’ when he became Darth Vader was literally true, a newly dead Vader wakes in a strange world—as a twenty-three year old again. Post ROTJ

Kratisto by Irnan

Collection of ficlets about Anakin Skywalker

Pulse by froovygirl

AU for ROTS. As Padme's life hangs in the balance on Mustafar, a stream of brilliant light causes Anakin to reconsider his choices.

Into the Archives by skygawker

After hearing the legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise from Palpatine, Anakin decides that his best chance to save Padme is to break into the restricted Holocron Vault of the Temple Archives to search for information about Plagueis. Predictably, all does not go according to plan. Revenge of the Sith AU.

No Real Affection by Meredith Bronwen Mallory

After the second attempt on Padme's life, the young senator and Anakin find themselves getting to know each other again.

Underneath by CrazyAni

After feroscious duel on Mustafar, ObiWan Kenobi and Darth Vader are given a chance to go back and save Anakin. The Force sends them back to the past, but they wake up in each other's bodies...RotS AU*

*unfinished but worth a read

Part 2

#anidala #anakin and padme #anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #padme amidala #padme skywalker #anidala fic #anakin x padme

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Spencer Reid x Ed! BAU! reader

"Studies show"

You change your habits again, only this time your super smart profiler best friend notices

[TW, disordered eating, disordered thoughts, use of y/n (way more than I would have liked), rushed writing. If there are anymore pls lmk!]

-this is a part of my little comfort blurbs to write while I'm not home, this wasn't a specific request, but feel free to request either a blurb or a full fic in my asks (just specify which one) thank you for reading <3-

It was a great morning, it really was. You woke up, got dressed, and got to work just in time to pour yourself the last bit of coffee left in the work's coffee pot.

Then you walked to your seat.

You didn't think much of it really, you used to drink coffee black all the time. Sure, you prefer filling it with cream and sugar, but you really didn't need it. this was fine. You drank your black coffee and got through the day.

The next morning was a bit rougher. You had to leave for Texas for a case, and it honestly just slipped your mind to eat before the flight took off. You always forgot meals, it wasn't a big deal, it certainly didn't mean anything.

That evening you were getting ready for bed in the hotel room that you were sharing with Spencer Reid. You and Spencer had been friends since he began working with the BAU and it wasn't unusual for you two to be in one room together.

It felt off though.

"Hey, y/n," Spencer started, "I have some pretzels in my bag if you want some."

Sure, you were a little hungry. You were too busy with the case to eat the rest of the day. So you calculate that at about 26 hours without eating.

"I'm good, thank you though." You couldn't risk it You aren't quite sure what you're not risking, but the thought of eating anything makes you want to run in the opposite direction.

Spencer didn't accept it though, "At least drink something then. How about a coke?"

"Do they have diet?"

So, Sure, maybe you are being a little picky.

"You know, studies show that diet sodas contain a chem-"

"Spenc I love you, but I really don't want to hear about how it's going to give me brain cancer."

He grabbed your drink from the fully stocked fridge and walked it over to you, "You know you can talk to me right?"

You opened the soda and took a sip before responding, "Of course, why?"

"Your new thing with calories."

You didn't have a thing.

"There's no thing." You placed the drink down and stood up. You began to make your way to the bathroom, you didn't want to have this stupid conversation. A conversation that definitely didn't have to happen, because it was pointless. There was no problem. Sure, you cut down your calories, and sure, you re-downloaded MyFitnessPal, and sure you haven't eaten since last night, but that didn't mean there was a problem. You weren't small or tiny, and only tiny girls have problems. You didn't have a problem.

"Y/n?" Spencer's voice buzzed in your ears. You blinked and focused your eyes on where you were. You were leaning on the wall. Why were you leaning on the wall?

"Y/n you need to eat something."

Oh, so you were blacking out. But you didn't actually pass out, because only sick people pass out, "I'm fine Spencer I'm just tired."

He grabbed you by your hands. When did he even get over here? Your senses were fading in and out, you were on the bed now, you don't really remember getting there. You swore up and down you didn't have a problem, so why is this so scary?

"I'm going to get you some food okay?"

No no no no no no no no no

"Y/n?"

He said your name so gently, like you were fragile, like he could break you. You looked back up at him, at his kind eyes. You broke.

"I don't know what's wrong with me."

He sat next to you as you fell into his arms. You cried onto his shoulder.

"It'll be okay. We'll get you some help. It won't be so scary anymore, I promise."

#yes i had to edit this to add tags #i always forget tags #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #comfort fic #yellowroseswrites #ed ! reader #disordered eating fic #eating disorder fic #reader with eating disorder

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regulusrules · 1 year

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Hi! Okay so you seem like a very well-read person and I’d love to know if you have a list of your favorite Merlin fics. I just bookmarked all the ones you recommended in relation to the 10 best episodes and now I need more! I’m going on a training camp and would love to have something fairly long to download to my kindle so I can read on flights and when I don’t have data 🥰

Thanks so much in advance!

(Also, I LOVE your writing, I’m so glad to be part of this fandom with talented people like you!)

Hey! Thank you so much for your kind words! OF COURSEE I'd love to recommend you some fics! Likewise— the creativity of this fandom never ceases to amaze me :)

*cracks knuckles and pretends my eyes aren't lighting up rn because my time has finally come*

Long fic recs (50K-100K+)

1. to the world that never let you be by ImperialMint. Look. I'll hand out my own throat so willingly to any scar reveal fic. The trope is just so dear to my heart, and this one in particular was something else. It broadly covered every single feeling you might be looking for in a Merlin fic, and its characterization of both Arthur and Merlin was top tier. I basically sell my soul to any fic that does justice to their characterization, and this one did so much more than that.

2. What I'd Have Done by @flight-of-fantasy. I solemnly swear you will never read something like this fic. I read it in one day from how on edge I was all the time. I had to recount it to my friends in the timespan of three hours because of how much screaming and dramatic pauses there was. Simply, the brilliance of plot here is unmatched. Arthur's characterization as a strategist shook my innards, and Merlin's unapologetic nature was chef's kiss. It's so hard not to give away the plot while recommending this so just.. just read it.

3. Redemption by flakedice, Zerda. Soon, you will find a parallel post to the best 10 episodes with the worst 10, featuring first and foremost The Disir. Honest to God, I could literally go on ages ranting about how much agony this episode brought me. It was the blow that awoke my eyes to the possibility of fuck, this show isn't going to end well. I once thought about shitting on that episode like I did with 5×13 in My heart is readily yours, but fics like these hold me back because they already gave us everything. It gave us the ending we deserved. Gold. Everything in this was gold. The world building, the character development, the fact that Arthur has been given time. Truly a fix-it that fix-ed my heart.

4. Talking about deviations from The Fucking Disir, The World I Built for You by Fulgance is a must. It was the first fic I've read from the How They Didn't Find Out (magic reveal one-shots) series, and from then on I was * s o l d *. Whichever fic you decide to read from this, I guarantee you, you will have the time of your life. Fulgance is the one author I will always recommend without a shadow of a doubt. There is not a single work of theirs that will disappoint you. They will only break you.

5. Deep In My Heart I'm Concealing by @citharaposts. True story about this fic, I squealed when I read its summary. “I'm not standing here as a king, Merlin!” was the quickest catalyst to ever make me start a fic. I specifically wrote a spoiler-free comment for the author and left it in the first chapter so that anyone who's thinking about whether or not to go into yet another 100K fic will rest assured that it's an amazing ride. Have real fun with this one.

6. It Was One Kingdom, Once by queerofthedagger. Two things, if they happen, you leave everything behind and go thank your God for blessing you with it: @queerofthedagger posting a new Merlin fic, and it being a Royal Hanahaki AU. Like so many other tropes the author has nailed, this was the best Hanahaki I've ever read (across fandoms). It's so intricate and detailed and the world building is on another level. If our world was burning and I had only one thing to save, it'll be the works of this author.

Hope I helped, and hope you have so much fun in your camp!◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕

[Short fic recs]

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ma-lark-ey · 22 days

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Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

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So, it's just a silly episode where Anakin is jealous over a supposed Obi-Wan's lover, but I finally got to something relatively sexual in this fic. NSFW part is under the cut.

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If Anakin wanted to have a normal conversation with Obi-Wan in the room, not in the fresher, he needed to set up a jammer right now. That meant that he had to listen to a lot of sounds of dubious origin.

Expecting his computer to have tracking programs, Anakin connected Sanna's jammer to his personal datapad. All the bugs that ISB used were wireless, so a jammer could intercept the signal and change it to another one. The program written by Sanna generated a signal from pre-recorded sounds. Anakin downloaded from a very shady website a sound library for games called "Sex: M/F, M/M, F/F, other." He sighed and opened the first file in the "M/M moans" folder to select something suitable for his and Obi-Wan’s timbre. Anakin had no idea what Obi-Wan's voice sounded like when he moaned, and Anakin himself for the past twenty-five years only moaned in pain.

The voices in the first file sounded too high, as if there were two teenagers in a bed. He and Obi-Wan were grown men, and Anakin's voice still sounded hoarse after vocal cord surgery. They would...

It was hard to even think about. Not like Anakin found it disgusting —who would be disgusted by sex with Obi-Wan? — but it doesn't feel right. Back in the days when he was a young man married to Padme, or even padawan, he would never…

He wasn't a padawan, he wasn’t young by any means. He was an old man thinking about sex with another old man. His… former friend? Anakin didn't like that definition.

To distract himself, he turned on the following recording. Loud breathing and a low male moan filled the headphones. This voice was better. Anakin couldn’t help thinking that in reality during the sex Obi-Wan should tell something to his partner with his crisp Coruscanti accent. "Faster," "deeper”, something like that... Or maybe Obi-Wan is more talkative? Is he complimenting his partner? Says he's handsome? Praises him? Is he encouraging his partner to experiment, to do something they never did before?

Blood rushed to Anakin's face.

"I just need put some sounds in the program. Without words, just the sounds of sex and moaning," he told himself.

It didn't help.

He imagined Obi-Wan kissing some young man, fair-skinned and blond, their bodies intertwined, and Obi-Wan whispering to him: "You're so pretty... Your skin is so soft and delicate, it’s so easy to mark..." The man's delicate skin is already red from kisses and covered with bite marks. Obi-Wan lightly bites his nipple, and the man moans.

This picture, created from the beginning to the end only by his imagination, made Anakin wince. He didn't like the idea of Obi-Wan having sex with a stranger, but he probably went to dating bars on Carati to have a one night stand. If Anakin knows Obi-Wan at all, that's exactly what happened. He chose someone attractive and witty, like Obi-Wan himself. They drank wine and chatted, they listened to the ensemble playing in the bar, and then left for one of the rooms on the second floor. Anakin had never been to such establishments himself, but he had seen them in holodramas, and easily imagined Obi-Wan there. Who Obi-Wan was sleeping with for the last six months? Maybe he had a recurring partner?..

Anakin forced himself to finish the job.

After that he took a very long and very cold shower.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #post-rotj au

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Hi there. I’m going insane and it’s your fault. Like I discovered your absolute emotional masterpiece of a fanfic the other day and it’s all I think about anymore I’m so obsessed; I downloaded tumblr bc of you and I don’t really know how this site works but I do know how to click the ask button so that’s your problem now. I got words for you

First off: HOLy the writing and the voices are so good??? Like the characters say things the way their irl counterparts would say it? How?? Teach me your ways? Actually tho what did you do to learn to do that, is it innate, do you practice?

Second: “He wouldn’t have known the sight of Tango’s pale skin flushing bright red all the way down his chest.” That sentence just kinda stuck out to me from the last chapter… for some reason... anyways (idk what my point is here but it sure has got me thinking thoughts :P )

Third: I said I was obsessed, and I think it was an understatement. I didn’t study for my chem final because of this (still got an A tho so dw) and I went to bed for three days straight thinking about it and I woke up every morning thinking about it. (It took a solid hour to snap myself out of it when I actually needed to get work done lol) And on the plane ride home for break I drew some things so I’ll just leave these here if you don’t mind (umm ignore the tango faces on the first page and his left hand on the second, there's something Wrong™ about them I gotta practice, ok?)

idk if the formatting is good or whatever but here they are

As you can see I love love love the scene after the nightmare. If I remember correctly, Tango started wearing the gloves to protect his claws so they could heal after he escaped, and then when Jimmy gets hurt he just instinctively gives them to him?? Hello, the symbolism??? Tango just surrenders his own protection, both physically, because he would rather protect Jimmy, but also emotionally bc it immediately reveals what he considers a flaw in himself, monstrous, hideous. And Jimmy sees him throw the walls up again, “He quickly shoves the gloves at Jimmy, moving to get up. “I’ll uh, I’ll get another pair tomorrow-”” but Jimmy won’t let him, instead looks at what could be considered Tango’s entire soul —his trauma, his Hels origin, the feral, blaze side of him, the side that lies and hides and lashes out at any who get too close, the “ugliest” parts of him —and loves him despite it? Even sees the beauty in him? Yea, no, I’m normal about that—

Anyways idk how long these things are supposed to be but I have a couple more thoughts so you’re still stuck with me. Ummm let’s see… I adore your impulse design. So I’m taking that, thanks. (If that’s ok) also was thinking about how Jimmy would wear shirts with the wings getting in the way (see bottom of 2nd pic), and then thought maybe that’s why he’s so good at embroidery or sewing in general, cuz he has to make custom clothes. And then I thought what if he made some *cough* outfits and had Tango judge them… or asked for help putting on/taking off a particularly difficult shirt... haven’t had time to draw that yet but ya know… one day. Aaaaand the blaze rods could theoretically make a pretty cool fire crown when Tango's angry, also blazes do damage when you touch them, but I don't think you get set on fire? So it must be the blaze rods themselves doing damage, so I imagine when Tango's fighting they swirl around him both to attack whoever gets too close and to block any incoming projectiles (see middle left of 1st pic). +gradients on the blaze rods :]

Last thing, I showed my sister the fic last night and she’s already read through it twice so you’ve infected two of us. We were theorizing on what’ll happen next chapter. We both think that the others will piece together, to some extent, Tango’s backstory before they figure out how to remove the collar, what with the cuffs he wears, the comments Atlas made about a farm, Atlas’s mentioning about using Jimmy that way for his feathers, etc etc. and the comment that Tango can hear everything? Yea, no, when that collar comes off he’s gonna be distraught, I’m wagering that everything immediately bursts into flames around him or something (cuz that’d be cool). I think he'll probably try to run away, too, but we'll see

Anyways, that’s not all my thoughts but this is getting pretty long, so maybe I’ll send another ask later if that’s alright. Have a good day! Post again soon! Please. Please I'm begging you. For my sanity plea-

(actually tho take ur time. quality is worth it, and this is nothing but quality)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg welcome. this was genuinely SUCH a lovely ask to read, but i wanna take the time to properly answer it so i’m gonna continue under the cut cause boy can i ramble

first off: HELLO, you got a tumblr bc of HTP?? incredible. i’m honored that this gay angsty little block man au was your introduction to the hellsite (affectionate). and don’t worry, i welcome asks no matter the length (tho i might not get to everything in a timely manner)

second of all: i’m SO happy you enjoyed my character voices. that’s definitely something that’s taken a bit of practice, especially for more understated characters that don’t have super obvious or unique vocal traits/vernaculars. i find it helpful to a) have spent a decent amount of time watching the source material and b) always go over my dialogue with the character’s voice in my mind, and see if it sounds like something they’d actually say. ofc, sometimes liberties can be taken based on the plot/setting of a fic but generally i spend a lot of time and effort on getting character voices right, so i appreciate the appreciation <3

thirdly: i like that particular sentence too ;0

fourth: THAT ART THO??? oh man. impulse looks amazing (i’ve always loved demon!impulse and gotta credit @lunarcrown for bringing that vision to life 💃) and the wings are SO well done, like you conveyed that leathery thin bat skin texture perfectly. the various tangos are SICK, i luuuuv seeing him in full blaze rage mode, using those blaze rods to their full effect. and those hands… goddamn. not only do i respect the hand anatomy but the ROSES… the shackles and their metallic texture… the gradient on tango’s claws… chef’s kiss 💋👌 and THANK YOUUU the post-nightmare scene was one of my favorites from that chapter, and you’ve summed it up beautifully.

moving on: as with all of lunar’s designs, she’s happy to inspire so BEHOLD, DEMON IMPULSE UPON YE (that’s a yes from both of us LOL) i love ur idea about jimmy making custom shirts to work around his wings, that’s one of those little details i never put much thought into but it fits so nicely with him being into embroidery. so jimmy def makes a lot of his own clothes (and occasionally some for tango), co-signed and approved. and ur on the right track about tango’s blaze rods- most of his defensive fire comes directly from them, doing that crazy swirly fireball thing that actual blaze do, but he does also have the ability to produce fire from his hands, he just doesn’t do it often. it takes a bit more concentration and practice, and he spent so long trying not to use his abilities that it doesn’t come second nature to him anymore. he was way more of a fire starter as a kid in hels.

last but not least: AWW it’s so sweet u got ur sister into the au (lord knows i’ve dragged mine into many a fandom 😂) glad y’all enjoyed it so much, AND now u have someone to theorize with 👀 i won’t say anything more on the matter other than i hope to get the next chapter out over the next couple weeks, so stay tuned…

#hels to pay au #HTP ask #HTP gift art #seriously thanks so much for sending this in i loved reading it

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Feedback Fest 2024

Ao3 is hosting a Feedback Fest for International Fanworks Day! The goal here is to recommend 10 fanworks. I never make rec lists, but let's try this out.

These are not in any particular order, and hardly an exhaustive list of fics that I have read and enjoyed. If we went back through my history there would be too many.

List is under the cut.

Just a Kid by AHeartforStories (@howtowhumpyourhiccup)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships:

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless

Astrid & Fishlegs & Hiccup & Ruffnut & Snotlout & Tuffnut

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Stoick the Vast

Gobber the Belch & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Dagur the Deranged & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Alvin the Treacherous & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Word Count: 248,402

Summary: A Httyd Zombie AU set in the modern world. There are dragons.

At 15, Hiccup believes his biggest struggles are teachers who won't stop hounding him for his grades, a father who doesn't quite listen to him, or how unpopular he is at school. Every regular teenager's worst nightmare, right?

But then a new and mysterious illness that's been rapidly spreading amongst the populace takes a surprising turn and the day comes Hiccup wishes his former daily struggles had been the only struggles he would have to deal with.

He is, after all, just a kid.

My Thoughts: This story has everything! It’s got full and fleshed out relationships between the characters. The character dynamics are just so good. It’s got dragons! A modern zombie AU with dragons is such a cool concept, and it was executed so well. I have yet to finish reading it, but I’ve enjoyed each and every chapter of this. (I think I left off on chapter 25.) The emotions are so real and so in character, and the events of the story are bold and exciting! I really love this fic.

The Storm Passes by AHeartforStories (@howtowhumpyourhiccup)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: general audiences

Warnings: none

Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Word Count: 521

Summary: Set after THW, the dragons never left. Hiccup’s pain has been mostly minimal, but the odd day does come when the pain comes and can only leave on its own. On those days, it’s nice to just have someone be there for him.

My Thoughts: A fic that understands chronic pain to an intimate degree? Hell yes! I love fics that deal with Hiccup most likely having chronic pain from his amputation. It just makes sense, you know? So well written, and such a depth of understanding. I have it downloaded on multiple devices because it’s a favorite.

Switching Like a Lever by Lillith Loves Viggo (@lilliths-httyd-blog

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Word Count: 818

Summary: Viggo can't decide whether to kill Hiccup or nurture him.

My Thoughts: Oh my god, this one is so excellent. It really shows how cognitive dissonance and conflicting emotions work! It shows the inner conflict in Viggo and the outer conflict between Viggo and Hiccup so well. They have quite the dynamic in canon, and this fic really just delves into it. Love it.

Seeds of Doubt by mushroomwizzard157 (@thedragon-and-hisboy)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: teen

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: gen

Word Count: 8,320

Summary: Alvin's latest attempt at kidnapping Hiccup to train his dragons has succeeded due to temporarily incapacitating Stoick. Now, the guilt and shame of allowing his son to be taken from him is growing inside Stoick like a sickly plant. He must overcome his emotions to save Hiccup before it is too late.

My Thoughts: Okay, I really love this fic. Hiccup whump with Stoick angst? Always a treat! Love it when those two get to suffer. The symbolism is utterly fantastic, and I love the ending. This whole thing is genius.

Choosing to Forget by mandolindoodler (@mdoodlerfandomart)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: teen

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Word Count: 27,390

Summary: Viggo thinks Hiccup has amnesia and Hiccup isn’t about to correct him anytime soon.

My Thoughts: An unfinished masterpiece. The concept is so different and interesting from other Vigcup stories I’ve read, and the dynamic between Hiccup and Viggo is just so good. I also really like how fleshed out the Dragon Hunters are in this. Hell, this story even has me liking Ryker! Great story. So, so good.

Terms of Agreement by @violet-moonstone

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Rated: explicit

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Relationships:

Dagur the Deranged/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Heather

Word Count: 15,919

Summary: When Heather learns that her brother is attracted to Hiccup, she convinces her friend to flirt with Dagur to distract him during fights. But as Hiccup gets closer to the Berserker, he finds himself in a situation that is much more than he bargained for...

My Thoughts: Oh my gosh, I adored this fic! I remember taking screenshots of some of the dialogue and internal monologues and posting them because I enjoyed them so much. Everything was so perfectly in character. It was funny and sweet and hot. Excellent fic.

and the universe is forgetting you by exhaustedwerewolf

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rated: teen

Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Relationships: Claudia Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 1,706

Summary: So, Stiles thinks, as distantly as he can, examining the thought like it’s something cold and unalive that he can turn over in his hands. His… or more accurately, "this," body.

(Whoever’s it is.)

This body will be new again in seven years.

Stiles' old body, and his new one. Things that are permanent, things that aren't, and his lack of a say in any of it.

My Thoughts: Pure poetry. That’s what I have to say about this fic. It was so beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes. I read it years ago, and years later I am still thinking about it. It touched me so deeply. I just adore it.

No Such Liberty by Xparrot

Fandom: The Avengers, Thor

Rated: teen

Warnings: none

Relationships: Loki & Thor

Word Count: 147,316

Summary: The first thing Loki said, after he had swiped his tongue over his lips to wet them, was, "You shouldn't trust me."

Following the attack on New York, Thor takes Loki back to Asgard in chains; but this does not mean that the god of mischief's schemes are ended, or that Thor has or ever will give up on his brother. But when Thanos threatens the realm to claim his lost prizes, on which side will Loki fall?

My Thoughts: I read this right after the first Avengers movie, and oh my god, it was such a gem to find! It has absolutely stellar interactions between the characters and a war with Thanos that actually makes sense. Like, this was an incredible story. I was so glad when I found the ao3 version so that I could download it and keep it. (Fanfiction.net, where I first read it, is fleeting.)

Deathless by Lif61 (@lifblogs)

Fandom: Supernatural

Rated: mature

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: gen

Word Count: 194,248

Summary: While sorting through the artifacts kept by the Men of Letters, Sam happens across a mysterious and powerful amulet. As he is pushed into using its dark powers he is forced to face his traumatizing past and forge the way into a possibly more terrifying future.

My Thoughts: I was reading this fic when season 11 was coming out, and I kept confusing the events in the fic with the events in the show. I would be like: “Wait, wait… I thought that happened in canon.” That’s how good this fic is. It intertwines with canon so well while being its own, fully-fleshed out story. The buildup was interesting and the battles were fantastic. I love the chapter about Ivan. I just… *clenches fist* loved it. Really excellent fic!

The Sins of Heaven by Lif61 (@lifblogs)

Fandom: Supernatural

Rated: explicit

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, underage

Relationships:

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Jack Kline/Anael

Jack Kline/Original Female Character(s)

Jack Kline/Original Male Character(s)

Word Count: 164,627

Summary: After running away from home, Jack is kidnapped by angels who want to use him to repopulate Heaven's dying forces.

My Thoughts: This fic was started for me as a really fucked up birthday present, and oh boy, did it deliver. I got like, multiple presents out of this one! It was so messed up, but in the most satisfying way possible. I loved it. I loved it so much. Thank you so much, sis!

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