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can I request a Vox x reader fluff where they've both been struggling to come to terms with their feelings but when something (you can decide what) happens and the reader gets hurt really badly, he confesses

ANOOOOOOOOON!! YOU. GET ME. SO GOOD. HOW DARE YOU HIT ME UP WITH ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES?? Literally, give this trope to me as many times as yall want. I'll find a million ways to write it. Reap the repercussions and enjoy the food you beautiful homie, you!

Star-Crossed Idiots [Vox x Reader]

Vox refused to believe it.

Velvette had been the one to call him out on his shit first. Unlike him, she had a semblance of emotional maturity that meant she was perceptive to shit that flew over his head entirely. While he didn't understand why he found himself going out of his way to spend time with you, Velvette figured it out in a matter of days. The very fact that he had kept his involvement with you a secret was suspicious in itself. Not to mention, Velvette realized before he did. When she discovered his feelings for you, she found it hilarious. And a touch pathetic.

"I mean really Vox, you have zero reason to even know them," Velvette scoffed as she sipped on the frappuccino he had used to buy her silence. Things were already messy enough with Valentino. He had no intention of the pissy moth hearing of this until whatever this was, was sorted.

"Yet you constantly check in on their phone activity, go out of your way to run into them on the streets, and now they're even working for you just because your needy ass wanted an excuse to see them on the regular," Velvette listed as Vox did everything in his power to avoid eye contact.

Vox buried his face in his hands and groaned while Velvette rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't it just be easier to ask them out at this point? I love you, darling, but you're making this so much more complicated than it needs to be."

"No," Vox growled as he looked up and shot her a warning glare. "Do you have any idea how much shit we'd be in if I just started dating some random sinner? And that's only if the feelings were mutual."

He ran his hand down his screen with a huff, turning to look at Vark swimming up to the glass. While Vox had originally had the aquarium extend to the meeting rooms for a sense of looming intimidation, he'd found quite a bit of comfort in his sharks being able to follow him through the tower.

"Look, for all we know, I'm just pent up," Vox tried to reason. It sounded fake, even to his own ears, but he was in denial. There was too much bullshit he'd have to face if he really was as whipped for you as he feared. "It's been a shit couple of weeks. I probably just need a break and a good fuck and this will all be something you make fun of me about next week for ever entertaining in the first place."

Velvette shook her head, sighing as she pulled out her phone and started to scroll.

"Whatever you say."

---

You refused to believe it.

There was no way you fell for Vox of all people. For starters, you told yourself you'd never love again! Every time you'd tried, disaster followed. It didn't help that any potential match was one to be made in Hell. Granted, you knew not everyone in Hell was bad. There were a lot of sinners who you firmly believed belonged in Heaven or some sort of equivalent.

But even so... Vox was definitely not one of those people. Not that that was the important part or truly mattered. You were no saint either, you were also in Hell.

"I don't see what the big deal is toots," Angel Dust sighed as he watched you give Fat Nuggets attention to keep your hands busy through the stress. "There are worse people to have a crush on."

"There's better too," you whined. "I'd rather not have a crush at all," you muttered bitterly as your hand continued the soothing action of petting the teacup pig.

You'd originally been on the production team for one of Valentino's studios. That was how you befriended Angel Dust and why Vox scooped you out from under Valentino to work on his own set. He told you it was because he valued someone who had an ear for audio balance, but Angel said he'd only offered you the new job after the overlord walked in on the cameraman flirting with you right before.

"Why not just fuck the guy and see if it's a matter of heart or a matter of-"

You laughed as you covered Angel's mouth with one of your hands. "Okay, okay! Don't... finish that sentence. I won't let you taint poor little Fat Nuggets ears with your porn language."

Angel snickered as you pulled back your hand. "But you see my point, right?"

"I do," you sighed. "But that's... not really my style. If anything, I think it'd just hurt to see him after something like a casual fling. The idea of him wanting my body, but not me? Yeah no. I'll choose the healthier option of repressing my feelings, thank you very much."

"I'm telling ya, he's into you," Angel groaned. "I've seen the way he is with people he thinks are hot. I've seen him with Val. You're different, toots."

You smile sadly at Angel and put Fat Nuggets down on the bed. It was clear you didn't believe Angel and he was on the verge of ripping out his fur because of it. The two of you were so unbelievably oblivious it was gonna kill him again. "Thanks, Angie but... it's okay. Really, it is."

He sighed and eventually let it go. The two of you talked about other things for a while before Charlie peeked into his room to ask for your help on something. Once you were gone, he rolled over the conversation in his mind as he tried to think of ways to get the ball rolling on your love life.

Angel shook his head with a sigh and pulled out his phone. He scooped up Fat Nuggets and flopped back in his bed as the dialing sound filled the room. The line connected, and he was quick to the point.

"Hey, I know we don't really talk, but I've got an idea."

---

"Really Angie, I don't think this was necessary," You grumbled as you tugged down on the all-too-short skirt of the outfit he'd squeezed you into.

"Oh, but it was and it is," Angel grinned as he took your hand and twirled you in the entry hall to the club. You rolled your eyes and let him spin you in jest. He'd asked you to come with him to one of your old coworkers' birthday parties.

Apparently, one of the rules was to dress like you'd get hired to dance at the club. At least, that had been Angel's excuse when you questioned why he was hovering over you as he did your hair, and makeup and held up several outfits to your body that you doubted would fit.

Despite the discomfort of getting all dolled up, you were happy he'd invited you. It had been a while since you saw your old friends. That being said, it would have been more fun if you weren't tugging down your skirt every two minutes. You weren't the only one hyperaware of how much of your skin was exposed. Nor of the way the fabric hugged your frame tightly. Several of your old friends had suggested you return to the studio with a job in front of the camera instead of in the shadows of the set.

You'd been having a good time, sticking to the corner of the room with some of your old friends to watch the drinks while the rest were out on the dance floor. One of the drunker sinners of the bunch accidentally knocked over some of the drinks while she'd been telling a story about the recent cam show she did. You volunteered to go get more napkins from the bar. One of your friends came with you to reorder the ruined drinks and the two of you had nearly pushed your way through the crowd when you heard a familiar voice call your name through the noise.

Vox didn't have to fight through the crowd the way you had. The second sinners saw the glow of his screen, they were quick to move out of his path. Your friend touched your arm, pulling your attention away from the approaching overlord. They winked at you and told you they had the drink issue handled.

When you turned, you caught Vox's screen flickering from pink to his usual blue. You had never seen any color other than the "You don't get to sleep" blue light, so you assumed it was just a trick of the flashing dance lights above.

"I didn't think you'd be here," you say to break the tension. This wasn't the first time you'd seen him in casual wear, nor was it the first time you'd seen Vox since realizing you had feelings for him. Even so, your heart was beating hard just from the sight of him.

"A-Ah yeah, well," Vox stammered as the music blared through the busy room. "Velvette wanted to drop by. She said something about wanting to check the place out as a potential venue for an upcoming show."

"Just the two of you?" you ask, perking up slightly.

"It was supposed to be," Vox chuckled dryly. His grin was tired and forced as he looked to the side and scanned the room. "Valentino heard we were coming here and tagged along. I don't know why, but Velvette got really heated about it. Something about him fucking up her plans..."

"Oh," your shoulders drop. You cringe internally, wishing you could take back the bitterness in your voice. You hoped it wasn't too obvious, but the way Vox was looking at you like you were some sort of a puzzle told you everything you needed to know.

You actually loved Velevette. She was sassy and cutthroat but had a kind side to her as well. Valentino however... He'd been the source of a lot of suffering for the people you cared about. While the more obvious examples of Angel Dust returning to the hotel looking like shit came to mind, so did the times you had to comfort Vox after being yanked this way and that by the moth emotionally.

That was actually how you'd realized you'd come to care for him as deeply as you do. He'd been standing alone in one of the meeting rooms with a distant look on his face. When you found him and asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off with his usual bravado, but couldn't. He never cried in front of you, he only vented his frustrations about Valentino and you listened. You sympathized. And eventually, you found yourself wishing you could be the one to treat him better.

Vox opened his mouth to say something, only for Valentino to slip his arm around his shoulder, appearing out of nowhere from the crowd.

"There you are baby," he purred, his fingers immediately slipping under the collar of Vox's vest. You resisted the urge to gag as Valentino took a long puff from his pipe and blew the majority of the smoke in your direction.

"I was wondering where you up and fucked off to," Valentino grinned as he leaned down to nip drunkenly at Vox's shoulder. "You left me all alone with our little fashionista, "Valentino scoffed. "She's in such a bitchy mood."

If it wasn't bad enough that Valentino was practically drooling all over Vox in front of you and pretending you weren't there, insult was only added to injury when Valentino grinned at you with sharp teeth when he called Velvette bitchy.

"Come back and unwind with me," Valentino hummed as he started to kiss up Vox's neck. "Some of my best toys are here tonight. Don't you want to play?"

If Vox had any doubt he was in Hell before, he had every reason to confirm the fact at this moment. He'd fallen out of love with Valentino, but the almost... the almost killed him. To make it worse, he was completely frozen, letting it all happen in front of you. He made no moves to stop Valentino, he made no moves to reciprocate. He simply froze.

Unable to watch any longer as Vox continued to fall for the very same game of tug-o-war he told you he was done with, you bite your lip and turn on your heel. You can't tell if you heard Vox say your name or if it was just a trick of the crowd.

"Anyone else gonna drink this?" You asked as you rejoined your friends still at the table and pointed to one of the more full glasses left on the table. When your friends who were sober enough to answer said you could go for it, you tossed it back in one shot.

You griped to one of your friends who had stayed behind to watch over those too drunk to make good choices. The two of you had been having a damn good venting session about how stupid you felt your feelings were when the entire bar swayed. Your words slurred as your body grew heavy.

One second you were sitting up, wondering why your friend looked so concerned. The next second there was a sharp pain against the temple of your forehead, followed by a heavy thunk, more pain, and darkness.

---

Vox had been desperately searching the dance floor for any sign of you. He'd torn away from Valentino and the moth hadn't bothered to follow. Vox would... handle that another time. For as much as he denied his feelings for you this morning, the second he saw the hurt look in your eyes he knew he had to tell you. There was no way he could ignore the sharp lurch in his chest at the sight of you.

He didn't know what it meant. He couldn't tell if it was just a sense of betrayal after he'd been so open with you about Valentino or if it was something more. Every time he found himself wanting to talk about his true feelings on anything, he wanted to talk to you. Every time he had a rare second alone in the middle of the night, the only touch he craved was yours. Yes, he had a history with Valentino, but he didn't actively want that. He wanted you.

He finally spotted you across the room, sitting at a table with one of the whores he'd seen at Valentino's studio and getting way too close to them for his liking. He made his way through the drunken idiots who were too far gone to notice him, keeping his eyes on you as you started swaying dangerously.

You tried to reach down for something on the table and Vox swore as you lost what little balance you had and fell over. Someone got in his way so he didn't see the impact, but somehow he heard it. Through all the noise he heard the sharp thud and the panicked swearing of the person you were with after.

Vox was suddenly shoving every idiot out of his way, ignoring their shouts as he ran into the small clearing and found you on the ground with blood seeping from your head. He was immediately on his knees, scooping you up as the sinner who'd been with you started freaking out.

The only thing Vox could hear was a high-pitched whine as he pulled you to him and tried to frantically find where you were bleeding from. Half of your head was dripping with blood and he vaguely registered your friend saying your head had hit the edge of the table.

"Just s̴̢̃ḧ̸̺u̸͇͋t̷̯͂ ̷̬̂u̶͖̓p̵̳͗!̶̳͌," Vox snapped as he whipped up and affixed the sinner with a violent glare. He didn't care that half the club was looking at him. For once, he didn't care that he'd made a scene. Logically, he knew something like this couldn't kill you, you were all already dead. But his hands were shaking violently and the buzzing in his head was getting louder because you weren't moving.

Everything around him flashed with bright blue light as he held you close and teleported out of the club without even thinking about it. The two of you reappeared in his room back at the tower and he let out a shaky breath as he placed you down on his bed.

Not knowing what to do, Vox quickly crossed the room and threw his bathroom door open as he searched for anything he could use to stop the bleeding. He was muttering furiously as he nearly ripped the hinges off the cupboard under the sink looking for anything he could use.

Vox let out a loud, angry shout as his body kept glitching. His movements were jerky and he'd hit his head on the sink twice now. Just as he was about to have an absolute meltdown, he heard you groan from his bedroom. His head snapped up and he turned around at the sound of your voice so fast he was surprised he didn't snap his own neck.

Vox yanked a towel off of the wall and scrambled across the nylon tiles as he fell into his room with all the grace of a CEO that he clearly had. He swore, picking himself up and coming over to you as you sat up and clutched your head.

"Shit, that stuff was stronger than I thought," you groaned. "Note to self, don't just chug random alcohol at the club." you tried to laugh, only to hiss as the pain in your head doubled down due to the movement.

"You're a fucking idiot," Vox sighed as he sat down next to you and lifted the towel to your head.

You flinched at the contact, and Vox grabbed your wrist with his free hand. "Stay still," he frowned, pressing again on the wound. "You're still bleeding."

Trying not to do more damage, you stay as still as possible while he tries to stop the bleeding. The silence is heavy between the two of you before you mumble quietly.

"Sorry..."

Vox blinks, frowning down at you. "For what?"

You avoid eye contact the best you can given your current condition and fist your hands on your thighs nervously. "For acting like an idiot. You've told me about how hard it is with Valentino. I should've said or done something and not have gotten..."

"Upset?" Vox finished for you quietly. You flinched, unable to read the tone in his voice. He sighed and slowly lifted the towel from your head, before lowering it. "Why did you?"

"It's stupid," you bite your lip, hand drifting up curiously to see how bad the wound is. Before your fingers could brush against your hair, Vox's hand grabbed your wrists again.

"Try me."

You couldn't say if it was due to the pain, blood loss, or alcohol in your system, but the moment you finally gathered the courage to look him in the eye, you said fuck it. Vox gasped as you surged forward and pressed your lips against his. He'd barely had a chance to process the feeling before you were already turned away from him and rambling some bullshit about how you knew he didn't feel the same.

He took your hand, ignoring the anxious nonsense flowing from your mouth, and lifted it to his lips. Your speech died on your tongue as his lips pressed against the palm of your hand.

"Do you have any idea how much you've been on my mind?" He growled softly, his lips trailing up your arm slowly as he practically worshiped your skin.

If it wasn't for the fact that your blood was still on his hands, Vox would have been so much more rough with you. He would have grabbed you and crashed his lips against yours. He would have torn the fabric that hugged your curves so tightly off of your body and shown you just how badly he'd been needing you.

Instead, he made do with tracing his claw under your chin and guiding you to face him properly. His eyes searched yours for any doubt or sign that you'd acted purely on adrenaline and not something more. When your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed, he knew. As he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, as his arms snaked down and pulled you flush against him like you'd break, as your fingers found a home in his vest he knew.

You wanted him too. You fell for him too. This wasn't a game of "do they, don't they" like the one he'd played with Valentino for so fucking long.

His breath hitched, his arms tightening around you before he slowly pulled back and laughed breathlessly.

"Does this mean we're dating?" you ask, smiling at him like he'd hung the stars in the sky.

"God that sounds cheesy," Vox grimaced. The phrase felt so... high school bullshit. But it wasn't wrong. He wanted that. He really wanted that with you.

He reached down, hesitating before his clawed hand gently covered yours. "But yeah... I guess it does," he smiled softer than you'd ever seen before.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #god this is probably so messy #i'll edit it later #come get your food im going to bed

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pahtoosh · 11 months

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apologies and kisses

[image ID: pictures on a light purple background. there are five different baby blankets, a few different bottles of laundry detergent, and an image of chris evans as steve rogers looking smug and another of sebastian stan looking comedically distraught/.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~2200 words

warnings: having to do chores. baby is kind of dramatic in this(but justified!)

a/n: the movies moodboards are back. this is the first post of my summer celebration!!! also my first "and kisses" piece!!! "and kisses" just means there are lots of kisses and this is important because i love kisses :)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Steve leaves you and Bucky alone for a day and your Baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses

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“Okay, I’m leaving for my meeting now!” Steve called out. “Just making this announcement in case one of my loves wants to show me some love before I go!”

Your dada would never leave without a proper goodbye unless it was an emergency, but he likes teasing you. You took the bait every time.

“Dada! Dada wait!” You rushed to the door and “caught” Steve just as he was about to open the door.

“Oh goodness! You just barely made it, pumpkin. I was practically out the door!” He set down his briefcase and gave you a hug and kiss. He looked over your shoulder for any sign of Bucky. “Hm. Only one of my loves came to say goodbye. I guess that’s it then. Bye sweetheart, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“No! No! Baba! Baba, come say bye bye to Dada, you have to!”

Bucky shook his head at your and Steve’s antics. He walked leisurely down the hallway before kissing Steve goodbye.

“You sure took your time,” Dada teased.

“I can’t be spoiling you now. Sometimes ya gotta play a lil’ hard to get.” Bucky winked.

Steve laughed and muttered idiot before returning the kiss. “You two gonna be okay without me?”

“Yes, Steve. I’ve got the schedule and the chore chart and the MyPlate chart that you printed out for me. Twice. Relax, I’ve got this. They’re my baby too, you know.”

Your dada sighed. “I know, and I trust you but it’s been a while since we’ve been separated.”

Bucky rubbed his shoulders. “We’re gonna be fine, it’s only for a few hours-”

“Six hours.”

“And those six hours will be fun and productive thanks to the schedule you lovingly created for us. We’ll be okay, you can just focus on your meeting. Unless that’s why you’re acting like a mother hen right now.” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Are you worrying about us so you don’t have to think about your meeting?”

Steve stood a little straighter and fixed his tie. “Steve Rogers doesn’t run away from his problems. But if he did, that’d be a pretty darn good reason.”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, Captain. Whatever you say, now go kick some ass.”

“Language.” He kissed you one more time. “Bye, sweetheart.” He kissed Bucky. “Be good.”

“Why am I being told to ‘be good’?”

“Because our sweet little angel is always good. You’re the trouble around here.” Steve smiled at you and walked out the door, closing it behind him before your baba could respond.

“Unbelievable. Did you hear that, lovie? Dada’s talking as if he wasn’t the biggest troublemaker his whole life.” He stopped looking at the door to face you. “How ‘bout those chores? Should we get started on them?”

“Don’t wannaaaa,” you whined.

“I know, me neither but we gotta show Dada how responsible I can be. Will you help me with that, baby?”

“Mmm. Okay. But then I don’t have to eat Dada’s veggie sprouts for dinner.”

Your baba threw his head back in laughter. “Trust me, angel. Baba wouldn’t make you eat that mess even if you were the naughtiest baby in the world.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Two hours later, you and Bucky had finished watering the plants, cleaning your playroom, and doing the dishes. The only two chores left on Steve’s list were to dust all the shelves and lamps in the house and do the laundry. Bucky hated dusting, so he was saving that task for last.

He stood a little straighter and used his sergeant voice to grab your attention. “Agent baby, I have a very important task for you.”

You copied his posture. “I’m listenin’, sargan’ baba!”

“I need you to round up all the blankies in the playroom and living room and escort them to the laundry room. And bring any loose socks you see on your way. Those tricky little guys have escaped us for the last time.”

“Yes, sargan’ baba!” You did as he said, gathering the lightweight blankets that collected on the back of the couch and in one of your playroom’s baskets. You carefully walked to the laundry room with your huge pile of blankets nearly blocking your whole face.

“I gots dem, Baba!”

“That’s very impressive, baby! And in record time too,” Bucky praised. He took the blankets from your hands and placed them into the machine. “One, two, three, four, five, si- wait, we’re missing one. Where’s your blankie, lovie?”

You looked up innocently. “Bankie’s not dirty.”

“Now I know that’s not true. I can’t remember the last time we washed blankie.”

“But, but what if bankie don’ like the water?” You pouted and formed a crease between your brows.

“Blankie will be fine, sweetheart. Blankets are meant to be washed! And don’t you want your blankie to be fresh and clean? Think about how you feel after a nice bath. Good, right?”

You looked down and played with the hem of your shirt. “Yah, feels good.”

“Okay, then can you get blankie for me? Or do you want sergeant baba to come with you?”

“No, I do it!” You straightened up and rushed to get your blankie, wanting to show Baba your independence.

You carefully handed blankie to Bucky.

“Thank you, doll. Now blankie’s gonna take a little trip with these other blankies and when they’re done they’re gonna be all clean! While I do this can you look for the feather duster in the closet? I’ll be back out in a minute.”

“Okay, Baba!”

Now alone with the washing machine, Bucky turned the knob to the correct settings and reached for the detergent. There were three different bottles on the shelf. Wait, which brand is used for blankets? How much are you supposed to use? And who needs three different kinds of laundry detergent?

Steve had been taking care of the laundry lately in exchange for Bucky cleaning the kitchen. Steve was also more particular about how fabrics felt after washing, explaining the need for different detergents. Bucky decided to put a little bit of each detergent in the machine and hope for the best. He pressed the start button and left to find you and the feather duster.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Not too long later, every bookshelf and lampshade in the house was dust-free, Bucky put the blankets in the dryer, and you both ate lunch. By the time the dishes were cleaned, the dryer played a happy tune signaling that the blankets were dry.

“Baba! Is blankie time!”

He gasped. “Blankie time? We gotta move fast! Hold on baby, Baba’s gonna get you there!” He lifted you off his lap and carried you to the laundry room, moving up and down while making airplane noises.

“Wooosh! Wooosh! Wow, baby, look at how fast you’re going!”

You squealed and held onto Bucky’s Henley for dear life. “I’m zoomin! I go so high so fast!”

“Aaaand we’ve made it to blankieland!” He put on a voice and pretended to talk into a radio. “Passengers, we have just landed in blankieland. Please stay still while we take out the blankies and give your Babas a kiss for the ride.”

You giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek before wiggling out of his arms. “Mwah! Down please!”

He set you down and opened the dryer, putting all the blankets into a clean basket so he could take out the dryer lint while you got your blankie. He closed the door and then turned to you.

“So, how’s blankie? All clean and fresh?”

“B-Baba?” Your lip was trembling and your eyes were filling up with tears.

“Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He crouched down to your level.

“My blankie! You ruined blankie!” You dropped blankie and ran to your room crying.

Confused, Bucky picked up your blanket from the floor and a pant of guilt hit him. Blotches of the fabric were discolored. It made your blanket look like someone spilled Steve’s green juice on it. He inspected the other blankets and for some reason, only yours was affected.

Baba felt so bad for ruining something that meant so much to you. He wanted to go comfort you, but sometimes you needed time alone after a conflict.

While giving you some space, Bucky tried to fix his mistake. He thought about all the ways he could get the stains out. He tried a stain-removing pen, but there was no change. He got a small part wet and blotted it with a towel. Again, nothing happened. Surely putting it into the machine again wouldn’t fix things, that's how he got into this mess. And he was hesitant to try vinegar, the idea of your blanket being stained and smelly was too much. With no other solutions left to try, Bucky went to go check on you.

Luckily, you left your door wide open. You were so distracted that you just ran straight toward crying into your pillow and stuffies. Bucky could hear your cries all around the house. He was concerned about how long you’d been crying for. How much time did he spend in that laundry room?

“Baby? Baby, I’m so sorry. Baba’s so sorry he ruined your blankie.” Bucky carefully sat down on your bed and rubbed your back in a soothing gesture. “I’ll buy you a new blankie, yeah? I’ll buy you as many as you want, as big as you want, as colorful as you want.”

He couldn’t be too sure, but he might’ve heard you sob the word “no” three times.

“Angel, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to have a clean blankie. When Dada gets back I’ll have him teach me how to clean blankie the correct way, okay? Maybe he can fix this.” Bucky actually wasn’t sure this was something that could be fixed, but he’d say anything to make you happy. “It was an honest mistake, angel. Can you forgive me?”

“I never forgive you, Baba! Never ever ever ever!” You smashed your face into a pillow and kept sobbing.

Bucky sighed and held his head in his hands. He was hoping for an ounce of Steve’s patience right now. He thought about taking you over to the tower himself. You could see Steve sooner. Maybe some of the other Avengers would still be there and they could help cheer you up. Or maybe he could bribe you with treats, he did just go grocery shopping yesterday...

Luckily, your Dada was just about to park the car. He opened the door expecting to see either you running up to him or you and Bucky sleeping on the couch, exhausted from all the chores. He was not expecting to hear you crying. Steve quickly took off his shoes and found the two of you.

“What’s going on?” It was an odd scene, you lying face down in the middle of the bed, sobbing while Bucky was perched on the edge about to pull his hair out.

You turned over and reached out to Dada, still whimpering. He picked you up and reached for a tissue to clean your face. “What’s got my little sweetheart so worked up, hmm?”

“B-Baba wuined bankie.” You hid your face in Steve’s neck, too tired to do anything else.

Dada looked over to Bucky with a raised brow.

“I was doing the laundry and I messed up blankie.”

“Show me.”

Bucky left to get blankie while Steve sat on your bed with you in his lap. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You whined and nuzzled deeper into Steve’s shoulder.

He sighed and rubbed your back, beginning to talk anyway. “I know how much blankie means to you, baby. I’m sorry Baba ruined it. Did Baba say sorry to you?”

You sniffled. “Ya.”

“And did you forgive him?”

You didn’t answer.

“Babyyy,” he said in a warning tone. Steve did not appreciate unanswered questions.

“No. I say I never forgive him.”

He sucked in a breath. “That’s harsh, now why would you say that?”

“Because blankie!”

“I know, I know. But don’t you think Baba is a little more important than blankie? I bet Baba’s real sorry even without your crying.”

Bucky came into your room with blankie. Steve reached for it and inspected the damage.

“You poured the detergent straight onto it instead of using the slot, didn’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

Steve grimaced. “I made that mistake too. With my own blanket, thankfully. This kind of fabric just soaks it up. And why are the splotches different colors? Which detergent did you use?”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “All of them?” Steve’s eyes widened. “I didn’t use a lot! Just a little of each. Why do we need three different kinds anyway?”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll show you the ropes next time.” He turned to you. “See, baby? It was an accident. Baba was trying so hard to clean blankie that he used three whole different soaps!”

You giggled softly and snuck a peek at your daddies. Steve looked hopeful while Bucky still looked sad and a little embarrassed. You didn’t like seeing Baba so down. You reached out to him.

He looked surprised. “You want me to hold you?” When you nodded, he reached out to pick you up. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Again, I’m so sorry baby. Baba didn’t know.”

You held his face with both hands. “Is okay Baba. Sorry for being a meanie.”

He laughed. “You’re no meanie, angel.” He kissed you and then cuddled you, mouthing thank you to Steve over your shoulder.

The next day, your daddies took you on a trip to buy a new blankie and Steve spent an hour showing Bucky how to do the laundry. He even took notes and laminated them to keep in the laundry room.

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Home is where my heart is.

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I ran my fingers through the desk and lifted my eyes to the walls covered in décor and pictures. Lightly humming as I walked further into the room and stood next to the slumping figure fixated in his creation.

“Seems like you’ve been up all night again, your majesty. Something bothering you?” I asked raising my eyebrow as I continued to watch him tinker away.

“Well, the extermination this year finally ended and now, they wanted to have a meeting with me. How fun,” he replied sarcastically rolling his eyes all the while and making gestures.

I laughed, crossed my arms, and replied, “I suppose anyone wouldn’t be enthusiastic to meet the ex-partner of their spouse. Have you talked to Charlie about it? Seems like she needs that extra push, besides, that would mean that you wouldn’t have to see Adam’s face.”

Lucifer’s face immediately lights up at my advice but not a second later he frets, “But, how do I say it? What if I say the wrong thing and she hates me forever?!”

He shoots up from his seat from worry that I had to take his shoulders and ease him back down on the chair and patting them, “You worry too much~. Charlie loves her dad too much to do that anyway. Just say what you want to say and then wrap it up nicely.”

He nods taking a deep breath. He paces around the room thinking what to say first and took his phone out of his pocket. He hovered his hand on her number he dials it up and bites his nails as he tried to soothe himself. While I just silently stood still and waited for him to end his call.

“HI CHARLIEEE~”

I couldn’t help but cringe when he couldn’t control his tone but kept an encouraging smile on my face as he continued to talk to her.

“Listen, there’s going to be a meeting with the angels, and I wanted you to attend for me! I can’t go right now since I have… veryyy important things to do today.”

He looks over at me for approval while I gave him two thumbs up in satisfaction from his performance.

“No problem. Stay safe! Love you!”

He lets out a sigh of relief changing into his snake form making me giggle at his silliness. I plucked him off the ground and placed him on his desk.

“Well, that has to be one of your best performances yet,” I complimented him with a round of applause.

“Thank you, Miledy. I know things would’ve ended up badly if you weren’t here,” he sighs changing back to his normal form.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I mean you did all the talking, so give yourself a pat on the back for a good job, your highness,” I smiled dusting off his top hat and putting it on him.

He smiles sadly and says, “I thought I told you to call me Lucifer, Mel.”

I didn’t falter at his words and just squeezed his shoulder, “You know we can’t. Alastor just came back after 7 years, and I’d rather not have him dig his heels on the King of Hell who happens to be a good friend of mine. You know how crazy he gets,” I joked shrugging my shoulders.

He sighs and slumps his shoulders disappointed in himself, “You’re right. I’m sorry that ever crossed my mind.”

I bumped shoulders with him and just replied, “Hey, you took it better than those other idiots who got their heads so far up their asses that no means consent.”

“Hey, just call me when you need something, okay?” he said smiling at me.

“Sure. See you around, your highness,” I waved before diving through the floor and leisurely made my way to the hotel.

Poking my head out the ground and saw everyone all gathered by the TV, “Uhhhh.”

“Just in time! Come on!” Vaggie reaches for me and takes me out from the ground throwing me in Alastor’s arms, him placing me on his lap.

“Al? What’s happening?” I asked still in his arms and walks us into a room, probably doesn’t have any plans to put me down any time soon.

“I made a little deal with the princess’ little girlfriend. Now, we have to record a new commercial for her,” he answered walking us towards a vanity, placing me on the seat.

“Oh, they didn’t like what you made for them?” I teased laughing lightly.

“You know I’d rather eat a can of worms than be involved with that,” he says as he rolls his eyes, then squeezing my shoulders. “Now, then time to get you dressed up!”

He twirls his finger above my head and changes my outfit. I looked at the mirror and immediately noticed the dress I was wearing. It was the same loose blue dress that I wore at the bar when we first met.

“Aw, dear. I haven’t worn this dress in ages!” I exclaimed holding my necklace feeling sentimental.

He smiles at me, pleased with himself and responds merrily, “You look ravishing as always, sweetheart!”

He offers his hand for me to take and onto my feet. He dips his head and kiss the back of my hand, while I blush at his actions that he takes in as he takes a peek at my reactions. He gives me a laugh then places both of his hands on my cheeks to hold and cradle me in them while nuzzling his face to mine, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside from his wholesome display of affection.

“As much as I want to cuddle with you, darling. I think we should go help them film now,” I suggested softly with a giggle.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and begrudgingly parts from me, of course not before giving me a kiss.

The door bursts open and there Angel yells, “Let’s go sickos. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~Later~

While we waited for Charlie, Al and I sat on the sofa like we used to when we were expecting Abby and just talked to each other not minding the looks both Husk and Angel gave us.

“Before we recorded the advertisement,” he answers glancing down at me, “where have you been?”

“Just visited a friend. I get worried for him after exterminations happen,” I explained which was all true.

He hums and sees Charlie come in as well, “Well, I hope you had a fun time.”

“—Alastor pulled some strings and it’s about to air,” Vaggie spoke leading her girlfriend to the couch.

“And I pulled a few limbs too!” he ‘laughed’ while Charlie and I exchanged waves.

“Wait, the commercial? You guys made a new one?” she asks.

“Yeah! One of my better performances if I do say so myself,” Angel proudly states.

“That’s amazing,” Charlie starts before getting cut off by Angel.

“SHH! It’s starting!”

But before the ad could play it gets interrupted by a news flash causing a choir of complaints.

“Breaking news in hell today! We just received word from the heaven embassy that next extermination is happening sooner than ever before. That means where’s all royally fucked!”

The TV cuts to the countdown changing to 176 days.

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drconstellation · 5 months

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Portable People

Muriel: "Can I...Can I take a book with me? I was looking at one earlier. They're like people, only portable." S2E6

Crowley's yeeting them around while stress-cleaning the bookshop, Jimbriel is trying to sell them to the investigating archangels, and Muriel just wants to read them all. Should we give a second thought to any of these books?

Er, yes. Yes, we should, I say.

In Crowley's case, both times he tosses the books aside (both in S2E3) it is adjacent to a conversation about memory.

In the first one he remarks to Jim that he doesn't remember why "they" invented gravity. He tosses the books - records of the past, records of (human) knowledge - then moves right back into the present, observing Rodney the Stunt Fly with Jim and then describing his Operation Lovebirds plan to him.

The same with the second GIF - Crowley has to make a decision between answering the phone (which is Aziraphale calling from Edinburgh) or the books. The present wins again, and he has the phone conversation with Aziraphale.

Crowley: Pffft. Humans. You don't let yourself get too attached. Aziraphale: No. No, I suppose not. Um… You haven't actually been selling any of the books, have you?

While we get the impression of Crowley not wanting to hang on to the past, as if its something that's hurt him before and he doesn't want to repeat that, on the other hand Aziraphale was having a lovely time remembering Mr Dalrymple the Scottish surgeon from 1826. This from an angel who hates getting rid of memories books, and we learn keeps a diary! Hmm.

I suppose the question is, is it a real memory problem on Crowley's side or an affected one to get around certain...awkwardness to do with his history? Such as not remembering working with Saraqael or fighting next to Furfur before the Fall?

Jimbriel, on the other hand, is more like Muriel. He is having a wonderful time discovering the delights of Humanity in the bookshop for the first time and is sooo excited to show it to the archangels when they arrive on Aziraphale's doorstep!

[btw, do you notice which side Jimbriel is standing on here? Its actually interesting to pay attention to which shoulder-side he is on in S2, because he is rarely on the left - even in S1, as well]

So while Aziraphale tries to, um, explain what humans do, Jimbriel "fans" one in Saraqael's face and then tries to (horror!) kill Rodney the Stunt fly with the Wicked Bible - the one with the printing error that says "You Shall Commit Adultery." *ahem* (not looking at you Jimbriel, oh no, not all...) Good thing it never works, Jimbriel declares, as the dust flies dramatically.

Edit: This book-banging episode is also a Monty Python reference! I found out over in my Assistant Bookseller meta that Jim's Fair Isle's style vest is a nod the Gumby characters, who all wear that style of vest and have the catchphrase "My brain hurts!" They also bang bricks together occasionally. *sigh* The things you didn't expect to find...Gabriel the Gumby...

The angels take no notice of Jim's antics. Since when do they take any notice of what goes on with humans, anyway? Oh, yes, they are going to keep a close eye on Aziraphale, but some idiotic human - nah! Don't care!

Then there's this travesty:

Aaah! The horror! Aziraphale reluctantly lets Maggie and Nina throw the books of human knowledge at the demons. But that doesn't work in the long run. Only the angel himself can solve this crisis.

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Sink Into Me - 02 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Pairing: mob boss!Steve Rogers x plus size female reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.

Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.

Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.

Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Wordcount: 6k

Warnings: canon level violence (series), body image issues (series), very brief mentions of animal abuse

Notes: hello! meet your friends - Maria Hill, Claire Temple and Wanda Maximoff. thank you all for being here and reading!! I appreciate your enthusiasm soooo much. things are :) about to get :) complicated :) if you see me out in the wild, my main blog is @simmerandcry

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The skyline view from the floor to ceiling windows had been the real selling point to Steve taking the penthouse apartment at his latest investment property. Truthfully, he had been growing tired of the brick walls of his old place, despite their aesthetic charm. The new renters could live with that red dust now.

But the view into both Brooklyn and downtown towards Manhattan made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. Like he was on top of the world, his own little empire carved out in the heart of the borough. Most importantly, his apartment was his home. And that meant work didn’t come home with him, ever.

He drew that line very cleanly, even leaving the second bedroom fully intact as a guest room instead of converting to an office. Because this is where he needed to clear his head, to be Steve Rogers, the plain and simple Brooklyn born boy who loved his city.

Steve Rogers, the war veteran turned real estate mogul and art dealer, who sat at the top of what remained of an old Irish crime syndicate - that man worked on the streets, in the office, in his clubs and galleries and restaurants. That shit was not supposed to come home with him.

Though recently, it seemed to have started to bleed into what little time he spent at home. Mainly because of you and the whole incident outside the restaurant.

“Well, what’s the plan?”

“I already told you, Buck. I’m not retaliating.”

Bucky Barnes, Steve’s right hand man, his oldest friend and main confidant, the literal fist and brawn behind their organization, scoffed. “Someone sent an amateur barrelling into our territory to try and pin you between the hood of a car and your new restaurant - and you don’t want to retaliate? We coulda been weeping over your body right now, Steve.”

“I can recognize an act of aggression when I see it, I’m not an idiot.” Steve tipped his rocks glass against his lips once more, the scent of scotch lingering as he stood from the couch. “We don’t know if it was Rumlow or that new idiot creeping in from Staten Island.”

Steve rolled his eyes and cut off Bucky before he tried to add in his two cents again. “And if someone wanted to kill me, they wouldn’t hit me with a car. You know what. This was some stupid message that was poorly planned and equally poorly executed.”

Sam Wilson, who had been sipping his own concoction from the kitchen table, finally looked up from his phone and piped in. “I mean, I hate to admit it but Bucky is right. You would have been dead if it wasn’t for that beautiful woman saving your ass.”

“Sam.” Steve turned his head, eyes narrowed in a pointed glare.

“What? I’m not blind. The hips on her were-”

Steve took another step towards his friend and trusted colleague, who had a particularly loud mouth and a flair for getting on Steve’s nerves, and held up a steady hand. “Stop.”

He wasn’t inclined to admit it, but the entire thing had been replaying in Steve’s minds for days now. Ever since you had saved him on that sidewalk, throwing yourself into a dangerous situation for him, a total stranger, something had changed. He was still living, breathing, surviving. And although he was dead set on figuring out just who was driving that vehicle and ensuring they paid for their actions, it was you he couldn’t stop thinking about.

You. Who had been in the right place at the right time, who had risked your own personal safety to make sure he didn’t get hit, who was insistent that it had been an act of good faith, a simple act of kindness.

You, with the kind smile and generous curves. You, who swept off your actions as innocent and selfless, concerned more about the happiness of your dog than your own well being. You, who left Steve feeling curious and longing to get to know you, to make you smile, to hear you laugh.

God, what he wouldn’t give to have someone like you in his life. While he couldn’t stop thinking about the kind of person you were, he also had your face playing over and over again in his mind too. It didn’t help that his mom called him a few days ago, asking how you were doing and reiterating how much she enjoyed talking to you and…

“Still no news from Hammond?”

Steve knew Bucky couldn’t help but prodding, as if his fingers were itching to find a quick, efficient solution.

“He said their tech department is behind. I’m inclined to believe him but my insisting this is a priority hasn’t been successful this time. I’m trying to play nice.” Steve gritted his teeth, finishing the last sip of his drink as he stood, tugging on the lapel of his suit. “So I asked Stark to help instead. We’re meeting him at the club.”

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The only good thing about your dreadful basement apartment was the private patio space in the backyard. You had high hopes for it when you rented the garden level unit but once your lease had been signed, everything about the place seemed a lot less shiny. From the shared laundry with the loud, obnoxious upstairs apartment to the inconsistent water pressure and flickering lights, you were counting down the days until your lease was over.

But the backyard - you had done what you could to make it a safe oasis for you and Hercules, with a few pieces of thrifted outdoor furniture and string lights making it a bit more magical. It was a nice location when hosting your girlfriends, especially when such a thing happened so rarely now that your schedules seemed to conflict all the time.

You were so grateful to have your girls. Because at any moment, they all loved to share their opinions on the weird chaos that seemed to stir up in your life. While you had known Maria since college, you had collected Wanda and Claire into your life since starting your new job in the city. You had worked as a server at the same restaurant as Wanda a few summers ago and Claire, an ER nurse, had dropped into your life by chance one night when you were stood up on a date at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen. Your group had been solid since then - although girls nights were few and far between now, with jobs and the general grind of life making it hard to get together often.

“I’m not saying the man isn’t attractive. Because I have eyes,” Maria was on her third glass of sangria, legs extended out on the brick patio outside. “I just have no reason to trust him.” She squinted down at her phone screen. “What did he say he did for work again?”

You sighed. Perhaps it was a mistake to share Steve’s name and photo - that you found after an extensive internet search - with your friends, but you valued their perspectives. It’s not like anything had happened with the guy. You hadn’t seen him since that day you saved his life and hadn’t communicated either, outside of you emailing him the stupid photo you took.

You had added his number to your phone, though. Just in case. Just in case what? You had no clue. But he had written it down for you and all.

And he said he owed you a thousand favours…

Officer Hammond, though, had reached out to you a few days after the event - asking you to come in and try and ID the driver in a police lineup. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable but you supposed it was your civic duty to do it, if it could help stop this from happening again or to help in delivering justice for wrongdoing. You pointed out the person you best recognized from your blurry memory and moved on, trying not to think any further about the situation.

Although a few strange things seemed to happen since then, if you just used your head it could all be justified. Like seeing the same black, unfamiliar SUV on your street multiple times this week. That was probably just a new vehicle belonging to one of your neighbours.

And that one time you were walking Hercules and a stranger who seemed to be lingering outside your apartment asked to borrow your phone.

Which you promptly said no to, because you aren’t dumb enough to let someone run off with your phone. But instead of going inside with Herc, you continued to circle the block until the blond stranger disappeared. You wouldn’t consider your neighbourhood the safest place after dark, but in the daytime you never felt concerned.

It was all just sort of weird.

But completely unrelated to anything else, you were sure.

That was all behind you now anyway, a strange footnote in the chapter of your life that was playing out. You’d probably never have to see Steve again, though he had crossed your mind a few times…

Okay, you had been thinking about him a lot. Which is why you had told your three closest friends about everything that had occurred.

You replied to Maria, who was nudging you with her elbow. “Oh. Uhm, he works in real estate, I think. He owns an art gallery and some apartments. Oh, and that club on Morgan Ave - Shield .”

“Sounds like a professional landlord. Thumbs down.” Claire chimed in from her chair too, shaking her head and dismissing the entire concept of Steve with a wave of her hand. “Rich at best, financially questionable at worst.”

“And he owns that restaurant the car smashed into?” Maria reached for her own phone. “The one owned by the mob. Okay, that settles it - he’s in the mob then.”

You laughed and shook your head. “The mob isn’t a thing, Hill. What’s your source on that again?”

Wanda shrugged and finally chimed in, fingers tapping idly against her wine glass as she turned towards you. “Describe his aura to me.”

You groaned, smirking as Claire rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “His aura?”

“You know, what kind of energy did he have?”

“Is that your way of determining the kind of person he is?” Maria got up from her chair to toss a small toy for Hercules to chase after. “I’d love to know the science between your aura theories, Wan.”

You delayed answering by grabbing the nearby bowl of popcorn and cradling it in your lap, leaving your phone and the thought of Steve on the small crate that sat between you and your friends. “He was very confident.” How could you do any justice to Steve’s intimidating Big Dick Energy without admitting your attraction to him? That last thing you wanted to do was bait your friends with any material to tease you with. Plus, really, it didn’t matter. You had no plans to ever see Steve again. And AND and, even if you did, what made you think it would be romantic in any way?

Steve was beyond hot - from the trimmed beard and deep blue eyes, to his easy charm and well dressed body. You had no doubt in your mind that the man probably had some equally hot partner. If not, he could have his pick of the entire city. There was no way you would be on his radar.

“I don’t know,” Maria chimed in once more, clapping her hands quickly. “This is the wildest meet cute story I’ve ever heard. If the man is so willing to do you some favours, maybe you should cash in on it, mob be damned. You know what they say about tall guys..”

“You just said you don’t trust him!” You laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at her.

Maria just scooped it up and popped it into her mouth with a shrug. “I don’t trust any man. I trust you and your judge of character, though. Plus, you haven’t been on a date in forever so maybe this was some sort of fate driven happenstance.”

“The universe does work in weird ways,” Wanda agreed. “And you said he really filled out that suit so…”

“You should text him!” Claire sat up tall and straight, pushing her hair over one shoulder as an idea formulated in her brain. You were nervous. “I think how he reacts to a sudden text will be a perfect test.”

“It’s a Saturday night, I can’t text him! And a test of what? All I did was save the man’s life, there is nothing else to..” This was not how you wanted this to go. The last logical thing you could think of doing right now was messaging Steve Rogers anything. What would he think if you texted him out of nowhere on a Saturday night? “What would I even say?”

“Here, allow me.” Maria plucked your phone off the table and damnit, why did you ever tell her your passcode?

“Maria-”

“It’ll be harmless, I promise!” She glanced up from your phone and opened her eyes wide. “You need to stop playing safe. What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t reply?”

You sighed. YES. The fear of rejection crept up like a weird pain in your chest. “Yeah, I guess. He might think it’s a wrong number or some sort of spam message...”

“Then no harm, no foul.” Her grin grew even wider as she typed something out on the screen. She took a deep breath. You leaned over to see what she had crafted together and sighed. “It’s just a simple little push..”

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Normally Steve would ignore then block an unfamiliar phone number, but this had been intriguing. Given that you hadn’t reached out to him at all, he had tried not to give much of his time to thinking about you. But when the text came in, without a lot of context or forewarning, he figured it was a small gamble to see how it could play out.

Unknown number [10:47PM]: hey, I need to cash in a favour S Rogers [10:49PM]: who is this? Unknown number [10:51PM]: 👀 🍑 🎁 🔄 🥞 S Rogers [10:55PM]: am I supposed to just guess what this means? Unknown number [10:59PM]: yes ;) S Rogers [11:02P:M]: it’ll be easier if you just tell me what you want, angel ;)

You hadn’t struck Steve as the type to flirt like this. If it was you, of course. He could really only safely assume, considering only a certain number of people had his phone number. And now, he finally had yours.

Tony had consolidated all the info he could find about you earlier that week. Steve didn’t feel great about asking Tony to dig into you, but since he had sent your picture for analysis after the delay at the police station, it sort of just happened. Frankly, Tony said your online presence was minimal. You were smart about keeping your social media secure and had a very thorough CV on LinkedIn. Otherwise, he didn’t have much information that you hadn’t already shared. And Steve had no intentions of doing anything suspicious with any of it, it just helped him understand who he had invited into a small corner of his life.

If that’s what he could call it. But you had crossed his mind over and over, and it didn’t help that Bucky kept bringing you up. Especially the part about Steve taking you to the clinic for help from Sarah. That resource was a well kept secret in their family and the fact that Steve took you there had been a big risk.

Beyond Steve’s unavoidable racing thoughts about you, he had been deep into a plan to deal with the actual problem - the group of idiots spilling into his Brooklyn territory. Tony had helped him with that too, finding names and dossiers on everyone who belonged to Rumlow’s extended Stryke gang causing a mess in the boroughs between Queens and Brooklyn.

For years, Steve had worked hard to make a respectable reputation for himself and now things were getting shaky. And it annoyed the shit out of him, especially when a few of the names Tony pulled were on the NYPD payroll.

“It’s messy,” Tony had said with a shrug, leaning back into the leather seat from their place at the top of the club.

Another property on Steve’s growing list - Shield was a popular nightclub in Brooklyn, which served as a perfect location for arms deals and financial transactions to float. For Steve and his old friend, tech mogul Tony Stark, it was a safe place to share theories and secrets. The upper level served as a secure hideout from the general population while the downstairs dance floor catered to obnoxious crowds looking for a drink or something else to roll on.

It was lucrative for Steve, to say the least.

“Let me know if you want me to get Rhodes involved.”

Steve shook his head. “He’s got enough on his plate. Is he ready for the campaign announcement?” Steve had a serious interest in the upcoming Mayoral election, especially if James Rhodes, former DA, planned on running. And with Tony bankrolling the campaign and some additional under the table support from Steve, it was going to be a shoe in.

“Oh, we’re just getting started, big guy,” Tony stood up and patted Steve on the shoulder as he left the corner area, flitting off in search of whoever might be going home with him soon enough.

Usually that would be Steve’s next step too, but damnit, if he couldn’t stop glancing at his phone for a response from you. Maybe calling you ‘angel’ again had been out of line. He contemplated sending another message, but no, he had to wait. He knew how to play this game.

The rest of the night carried on, with certain reports popping in with updates for Steve on what was happening out on the streets. Things like confirmed shipments at the dock and successful cash pickups. He had eyes across the whole of Brooklyn, with his growing syndicate working beneath him. Things mostly operated smoothly and this night was carrying on as normal.

Bucky showed up eventually, grumbling about getting turned down by some smart mouthed girl outside the club. Sam corroborated the story, lauding the woman and her tone.

Steve checked his phone, again.

“I saw Sharon downstairs,” Sam nudged Steve, eyebrows raised curiously. “Unless you’re off again-”

“We’re permanently off-again,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You have my blessing if you want to pursue, Sam. But good luck, don’t say I didn’t warn you..” That was all Sam needed apparently, finishing off his glass and heading back down to the dance floor below. Steve didn’t miss his cheeky grin.

“You’re thinking about that girl again, huh?” Bucky nodded and tried to hide his mischievous smirk as he scanned Steve’s face.

Steve scoffed. “No, no. I’m not..”

Bucky laughed, hard and incredulous. “I haven’t seen your head in the clouds like this in ages. Since whatsername in high school, maybe. What was her name?”

Then as if by some weird shift in the universe, Steve’s phone started to buzz. He left Bucky’s commentary lingering as he looked at the screen. You.

Ah, no text reply but a phone call? Okay, he could get on board. Standing, he headed a few steps from the lounge and brought his phone up to his ear, with a small smile. “Rogers.”

The first thing he heard was your frightened yelling. “Leave me alone! Jesus - oh my god, Steve? Is this Steve?”

He said your name quickly to confirm who he was speaking too but raised his eyebrows in concern. “What’s going on?”

“Someone is trying to - HEY! Stop -” Steve could hear banging in the background. “--trying to break into my fuckin - I’m going to CALL THE COPS! Leave me alone! Please, just..”

Steve closed his eyes, doing his best to focus on the background noise. Behind your defensive yelling and the attentive reactions of your dog, there was a mixture of other voices. Something about the voices felt familiar.

“We just want to talk.. Did someone offer you something for that statement? Was it Rogers?”

“If you tell Hammond you got the wrong guy, this will all be over very quickly, honey.”

“Walker, move, let me – Open the door, or we’ll open it for you. Let’s talk..”

“He didn’t offer me - Stop, please! I swear I -”

Steve nearly crushed his phone when the call dropped. He was off like a bullet train, shouting for Bucky to follow him as he pushed past his security guards on the stairs and rushed down towards the back exit of the club. He tried to call you back as he sped through traffic, blatantly bypassing stop signs and treating red lights like suggestions.

A heavy twisting feeling in Steve’s gut had told him that the aftermath of this entire situation wasn’t going to go smoothly. Especially with dumbass dirty cops on the inside who could share information to the highest bidder.

Steve felt a new responsibility to keep you safe, until this whole mess had been taken care of. He had plans to deal with it all on his own but now, if he hadn’t acted quickly enough and something had happened to you.. God, he couldn’t live with himself. How could he explain that to his mother?

He got to your apartment first, hoping Bucky was close behind. Steve didn’t know what he might be walking into but having backup was never a bad idea.

Steve had not only visited but had also lived in a lot of seedy neighbourhoods over the years. The street you lived on didn’t strike him as anything especially dangerous, but that thought enough couldn’t squash the unsettled feeling in his stomach as he approached. He pushed his way through the small metal gate beside the front stairs, towards the door to your garden level apartment.

His jaw clenched when he saw the damage to your door, clearly kicked in with plenty of force before being shoved closed. He glanced to the front window, nearby - that had been smashed, too. He tried to contain the growing fury and pressed on the door, calling out your name as he made his way inside.

As someone more than familiar with the real estate market, Steve could tell the bones of your apartment weren’t in the best shape. The entire townhouse was in desperate need of updating. But what concerned him more, outside of the low ceiling and old light fixtures, was what he could only assume was a new mess. Your coffee table had been smashed, creating a pile of kindling in your tiny living room. Papers were thrown about, a coffee cup sat shattered on the floor.

He called your name again as he went in, reaching inside his jacket to pull out his concealed handgun as he listened carefully. Once he stepped into the hallway leading to your tiny kitchen, he took a step back at the sudden lurch of your dog heading in his direction.

Then Steve heard your quiet voice. The dog retreated into the kitchen, planting himself in front of you as Steve turned to look in. His heart sank.

You were seated on the floor, back pressed against the wall. It was clear you were trying to hide, make yourself small. And was that… some sort of steak knife in your hand? When you finally looked up at him, your eyes were wide.

When you tried to press yourself even further back, eyeing down the gun in Steve’s hand, he slowly put it down on the counter and said your name. “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was just a precaution.” Shit. The way you reacted to the gun wasn’t a surprise but it made Steve even angrier. Whoever had been here, whoever had done this, well, they probably had guns too.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Steve crouched down, keeping his distance while Hercules acted as your bodyguard. He was trying everything in his power to maintain his composure but god fucking damnit, Steve needed to know who did this and he needed to deal with it. “Are you hurt?”

You took in a deep breath then just shrugged, relaxing just a fraction when Hercules circled around and flopped down to rest his head on your knee. “There were two guys, they had.. They had guns with them. They said they just wanted to talk to me, to … they kept talking about whoever the guy was who drove that SUV.” Your breath picked up as you recounted what had happened. “They..they smashed my phone and..” Slowly, you moved your hand up towards your neck, gently dragging your fingers against the tender skin on your collarbone. “..One guy he..” You winced at the memory.

The heat grew more and more in his stomach as he saw you shaking with fear, recounting whatever the fuck had just happened. How dare any of those fucking imbeciles lay their hand on you? And because of him? If he wasn’t sure of his next steps before, he was going to figure them out now. Because someone needed to pay for this.

His phone buzzed. He stood up and saw a message from Bucky, wondering if Steve needed his help inside. Steve took a step back, turning towards the front door.

“Don’t go,” you pleaded quietly, letting your hand linger in the air as you reached for him. “Steve, please..”

Steve stopped and turned back to you, giving his head a firm shake. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”

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A few hours ago you were saying goodbye to your friends as your sangria pitcher finally ran dry. And now? You and Hercules were in an elevator with Steve and his friend Bucky, heading to Steve’s apartment.

Everything that had just happened felt like a bit of a dream - a bad dream. A break in at your own apartment, being intimidated, harassed and assaulted by men with guns, zipping through Brooklyn with Steve as he promised you a safe space to stay for the night.

You didn’t say much to each other once you had left, but you could see the twist of concern and small decisions Steve started to make to ensure you felt secure. A hand at your back, a soft smile, extra attention being given to Hercules to make sure he was okay, too.

You hadn’t gotten into much detail yet but you knew Steve wanted to figure out who the men were who had done this. You were already dreading talking about it again. And god, you likely had another police experience coming your way. What was happening in your life and how could it go back to normal again?

“Hey,” Steve tipped his head towards the door as the elevator opened. You took the lead as you stepped out into the hallway, where just a small handful of apartment doors were spread out.

Steve’s building was a place you could only daydream about living in. You followed him through the door to his apartment, checking over your shoulder to see Bucky guiding Hercules behind you.

Bucky was incredibly kind to you throughout this whole thing, especially back at your apartment. He had patiently directed you as Steve made some phone calls, carefully standing outside your room as you packed a quick overnight bag. And he was very taken to Hercules, which you really appreciated.

Once inside Steve’s place, you made your way into the living room just past the foyer. Steve and Bucky moved into the kitchen briefly, exchanging a few hushed sentences out of your earshot.

When they joined you in the living room, they found you crouched down on the floor with Hercules. You tipped your head up to look at them. Bucky’s gaze was on his phone but Steve was watching you with a soft smile.

“Do you think he’ll be okay here tonight?” Steve took a knee on the other side of Hercules, slowly reaching his hand out to scratch behind his ear.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, just a bit, as you nodded. “Yeah, he’s pretty easy going usually.” As if on cue, your dog nudged his head against Steve’s hand for one more quick pet then trotted further into the living room, flopping down on the rug between the couch and windows. “All his adrenaline seems to have worn off.”

And so it seemed had yours.

A few minutes later you were sitting on the couch, with Steve planted in the chair across from you and Bucky standing over his shoulder, arms crossed. Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in.

God, even in the low light of his living room, the man was handsome. Wearing just a navy blazer and matching dress pants, over a black button up with no tie, he managed to look effortlessly intimidating and strangely welcoming. Like you had no reason not to trust him, as if the dark shadows behind his eyes were a sign of protection instead of a signal of something to be feared.

You took in a long breath and leaned back into the couch.

Steve dragged his tongue over his lips then let out a sharp breath. “Okay, so I need you to walk me through exactly what happened.”

You knew this was coming. The moment Steve insisted on not calling the cops, something shifted for you. This whole situation had escalated beyond what you were used to, that whomever these men were to Steve - it probably wasn’t good.

But when you looked over at Steve, as much as you wanted to shake with worry about what might happen next, you couldn’t. Despite being way out of your comfort zone, scared out of your mind, coming down from your own rush of adrenaline, you weren’t scared. Not anymore, not in his presence and under the additional watchful eye of his right hand man.

And so you told him and Bucky exactly what had happened. How your girlfriends had left, how you were finding the next episode of your favourite show to watch, how you had some writing to catch up on and planned on staying up late. Then you heard a noise outside, then a knock at your door.

Then… well, then you had called Steve when everything started unfolding.

And after the men managed to get beyond the door and push their way through to you, you had nowhere to hide. Once they smashed your phone, you were going to comply and do whatever they needed to, to get them out of your home but then one of them threatened Hercules, and even kicked him-

“Jesus,” Bucky muttered, teeth clenched. Before he could get his true feelings out, Steve held up his hand and had you continue.

“I shoved the guy who was closest to me, trying to go for the other idiot before he hurt Herc and then..” You closed your eyes, going into vague details about how the man pushed you back, how he shoved you into the wall, the kitchen counter. How he pulled out his gun and put his hand around your throat and..

When you opened your eyes again, taking in the silence of the room as you trailed off, Steve was watching you carefully. Though you safely assumed he was an expert at hiding his emotions, you could see a twitch in his jaw. His fists rested on his knees, clenched and turning white with tension.

“One of them got a phone call and I guess they were beckoned to leave. They had enough time to make more of a mess while I cowered away but..” You gulped, shaking your head. “What if they come back? I think I should just call Officer Hammond and-”

“No.” Steve stood up, taking barely a stride to make his way towards the couch. He took a seat beside you, extending his hand to ever so gently cradle your jaw, turning your head to look at him. He said your name softly, barely.. “I’m going to take care of this.”

Your safe feeling was depleting and as much as you wanted to argue, to put a stop to all of this, to do it the correct way, you couldn’t. Earlier, when the threat was outside your door, you didn’t think of calling the police. It was Steve who had crossed your mind. For some unknown reason, you had a feeling he would help you.

Steve pulled his hand away and stood again, shooting a glance to his friend.

Bucky cleared his throat, taking a step forward. “Doll, can you tell me what the guys looked like? Identifying features?”

You wanted to ask a thousand questions about what happened now, about what Bucky was planning on doing, about his metal arm and lack of hesitation to help Steve. But you just played along, delivering all the details you could. Once you repeated it all and answered a few of his questions, you sat up and leaned forward. “Oh. One of them went by Walker. I’m not sure if that’s a first name or..”

“Last name.” Bucky gave one nod before muttering out a tired laugh. “That fucking moron.” He looked at Steve. “Okay, I know where to go. Nat’s gonna meet me downstairs.”

Steve followed him to the door and you could hear their quiet conversation once more.

Twisting your hands together, you sat on the couch with your thoughts. You couldn’t believe how your night had played out. Really, if you thought about the last week of your life you’d be hard pressed to believe it was real life. How could the simple act of getting a person out of harm’s way lead to this?

When you heard Steve’s footsteps heading back towards you, after the door shut behind Bucky, you stood up and looked at him.

Okay, you had to ask. Because a lot of this felt nonsensical, impossible even.

“You don’t really work in real estate, do you?” With the most courage you could muster you met his gaze, which was stoic as he watched you. “My friend Maria had this crazy theory and.. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into here, Steve. But this isn’t… I just did the right thing and saved you from being hit by a car and.. Now what? People with guns are breaking into my home and threatening my dog? And instead of going to the police.. I’m right here in your apartment - with you, a kind, handsome stranger who keeps offering to help and take care of me and I just don’t get it. Is this real?”

He didn’t falter or let his facade break when you spiraled. Instead, he motioned towards his kitchen. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

You sat with a steaming mug of chamomile at Steve’s kitchen island. His kitchen felt impressively Steve somehow too, with dark granite counters and cool grey tones decorating the tall cabinets. The light blue kettle that sat on his stove somehow humanized him even more though.

Steve opted to lean against the counter, shrugging off his suit jacket as he met your eyes. “So. First, let me just say - I don’t want you to feel like I brought you here for any other reason than keeping you safe tonight. I want you to feel safe here, with me. But if you don’t feel comfortable, you can leave. I will put you up in a hotel somewhere or if you have a friend you can stay with-”

You swallowed hard and brought your hand up. “No, that’s not.. I’m sorry for, uhm, going off a bit there. I just..” You left your mug on the island and leaned forward, balancing your chin on your hand while your elbow propped you up. You matched his gaze, somehow both honest and shy. “In college, my friends and I did this thing called honesty hour. Usually after a really late night or when we were a bit drunk. But the point is to be as honest as possible, but gentle, I guess. Feelings were always at risk but if it was after 2am, it was honesty only.”

A small smirk tugged at Steve’s lips as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Okay.”

“So. Honesty hour.” You nodded.

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you always carry a gun?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“There are often dangerous, poorly- intentioned people in my line of work.”

You narrowed your eyes, pausing to take a small sip from your mug. “Your line of work - in real estate and art gallery ownership?”

Steve let out a quiet laugh. “The scope of my day to day work goes well beyond that.”

God, you had so many other questions but you had a feeling Steve was not going to share any details with you. Maybe it was better that way for both of you. Because answering some of your questions might ruin everything. “Would you rather I not ask about that? Your.. full scope?”

“I don’t think it qualifies for your honesty hour, no.”

You were ready to counter with something but you figured it wasn’t worth pushing his buttons. After another big breath, you closed your eyes. “Do you think those guys are going to show up again? At my apartment?”

The mug that had been resting in Steve’s hand found a careful spot on the counter. He took a big step forward and leaned onto the island opposite you.

Your name left his lips. You opened your eyes.

“I promise they won’t.” It was clear some things were being left unsaid, hidden behind his reassuring smile. His hand landed on yours as it rested on the table. “Trust me when I say I’ll never let that sort of thing happen again.” You looked from him, focusing on the warmth in his eyes and how his palm felt against your skin and…

“My turn.” Steve ran his thumb over the top of your hand, as if searching for the softest spot. “You called me. How come?”

You had never been so grateful to hear someone’s phone ring, because you did not want to answer that question. He tried to ignore it but the buzzing in his pocket filled in the quiet that lingered between you. Just like that, whatever that moment was or could have been - vanished. He gave you an apologetic glance as he stepped away.

You sipped on your tea, feeling more and more run down by this whole situation. You were tired, finally and Steve’s big sweeping statements gave you some peace of mind. You trusted him, that was the only thing you were certain about.

Despite everything, including the silly rumours from Maria and the broken remains of your apartment on the other side of Brooklyn… There was something about Steve that made you feel okay about all of this.

But the thought of talking any more about it now made your thoughts spiral out of control. Truthfully, you needed to sleep. And you really needed to talk all of this through in the group chat with the girls. You desperately wished your phone was still functioning.

Before you could even let your train of thoughts derail, you heard Hercules’ feet tapping against the floors in search of you. You took one final sip of your tea and met him in the living room. Your boy was ready for bed too.

You hesitated though, glancing from him to the door. He looked that way too. Maybe it would be smart to take him out one more time before you headed to bed.

Steve found you near the door and reached his hand out to stop you before you could even grab your coat. “Hey. I can take him out, if you want to get ready for bed.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Please, I insist.” He grabbed Hercules’ leash from the small entry table and rested his hand on your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog for months now so this is a nice reminder about responsibilities.”

Steve’s genuine smile was unmatched and, well, Hercules just looked excited for one last moment of fresh air. “Okay, fine. For your own research purposes. Thanks Steve.”

He waved his hand and pulled on a coat from the hanging rack. “The guest room is just down there.” With his free hand he pointed down the hall behind you. “First door on the right. Bathroom across the hall.”

The minute Steve was outside the door with Hercules, you made your way to the bedroom. You nearly gasped when you opened the door, considering the space was practically the same size as your entire apartment. And god, the view from the windows. A full floor to ceiling piece of glass illuminated Brooklyn below.

The bathroom was just as impressive. After finding a fluffy towel and figuring out how the shower and faucet functioned, you let yourself get consumed by the water. Though you felt far past your breaking point, you held back your tears. Yes, the entire night behind you had been a rollercoaster. And yes, you were nervous about what tomorrow was going to bring.

But you were safe. That’s all that mattered.

Chapter 01 - Chapter 03

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 5 months

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Archangel ari watching his demon lovers and they wanna let him relive his stress after dealing with an irritating soul

Irritating soul is Mr freezy

We diving down into Ari's spicy side now! Let's do this, An🫶n!

Side bar, this happens sometime after, Lloyd and Ari are allowed to marry, Y/N. Bunch of drama before this happens, but I won't spoil it for y'all.

The thing with Ari is that sometimes, he's tightly wound... It's why Lloyd loves to mess with Ari, but not to the point of pissing off both him and Y/N (he made that mistake once, and let's just say blue balls weren't the only problem he had). But sometimes, his archangel duties really get to him, and the souls he deals with really grinds his gears.

His current charge is Robert Pronge, a real pain in his ass. The guy was a real piece of work, who somehow kept Ari on edge, and stressed. Even worse, is when he's enjoying a day in with the people he loves most in the world, and is grinding against Y/N's barely covered backside, as he and Lloyd caress, kiss and suck every inch they can reach. And he gets called away to deal with the little fucker.

"God... Not now..." Ari groaned against Y/N's neck. Desperately burrowing his face into the crook of it, while squeezing her lace covered mounds.

"What's wrong, Sunshine? Did our foreplay make you cream your pants too early?" Lloyd smirked, mischievously smiling at Ari.

"God, I wish!" Ari sighed. Slowly removing himself from the sandwich, with a few light kisses to his lovers.

"I'm being called away..."

"No! Ari, you aren't supposed to even have any form of work today..." Y/N pouted turning around in Lloyd's arms to face the archangel, as the top demon resumed his delicious torture.

"I know... But I'm needed, and I can't disobey Them. That's part of the conditions set, when they agreed to let me keep my powers and both of you..." Ari said, zipping up his jeans, and fixing his navy blue buttoned shirt.

"You sure you have to go, Levinson? Cause it'll be worth it..." Lloyd teased, cupping the apex of Y/N's thighs, making her release a borderline pornographic moan.

"Yes. I'm sure. I don't want to, but I have to if I'm to keep the possibility of our future." Ari sighed, cupping Y/N's face and kissing her deeply, and pecking Lloyd's cheek, as he was nibbling Y/N's ear.

"Carry on without me. I'll be back before you know it..."

"Jesus Christ, Freezy! I'm supposed to be on fucking vacation with my loves. And you just had to fucking make an escape attempt today?!" Ari exclaimed, definitely not happy with his Charge. The ethereal being was sexually frustrated and disappointed that he's missing out on vacation sex and aftercare, and so he's taking it out on the menace to his personal life.

"Oh, please. All you archangels ever do is stand around like idiots waiting for the next order. You have nothing more important to do, but be my little bitch of the afterlife." Freezy cackled.

"I'm not just an archangel now! I am married to two of the best creatures on Earth. And we will have a family, and no one, especially not some pathetic scum of the Earth will stop me from enjoying the life I have with them." Ari cried, using his archangel blade to send Freezy back to hell where he belongs.

With that done, Ari dusted the dirt and ash off of his suit, opened his wings, and flew back to their new French vacation home. Flying into the wide open patio doors leading to the balcony attached to their bedroom.

"Y/N! Baby Angel? Lloyd?" He called wondering where they could be?" He wondered. Walking through the home until he heard Y/N beckoning.

"Ari! We've got something for you..." She sang. Ari chuckled, and amusedly shook his head before following the sound of his girl's voice.

The scene before him stopped him in his tracks, the living room, with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, was covered in rose petals, Y/N's horny playlist was playing, the lights were set low to create ambiance, and in the center of it all, his succubus wife dressed in the most sinful of the lingeries he had given her as a gift, sitting on a golden chair, one hand in her hair, the other, slowly and teasingly inching down her thigh towards her center.

"We've been waiting for you, my sweet Angel." Y/N sighed. Her voice hitching up a little as she started to slowly, achingly play with herself.

"We?" Ari asked, before being dragged down to an identical chair directly across from Y/N.

"We, Pigeon. Took you long enough! Our girl has been aching to do this all day..." Lloyd laughed, strutting towards their succubus, and patting the back of her head, giving her lips a soft peck, and unlatching the strappy bra, that was covering he luscious breasts, and giving them each a teasing squeeze.

"You left in such... A hurry... Ah... I knew you'd need release..." Y/N sighed. The stimulation making her lose her breath.

"And so, our clever girl came up with the idea of giving you a show. Working you up to pound her sweet pussy, like there's no tomorrow..." Lloyd finished for her, pulling her up to her feet and bending her over the chair. Exposing her plump ass to Ari, who was slowly pumping himself, before slapping it. Causing Y/N to squeal and tense up, both hands desperately clutching the back of the chair.

"And by the looks of things... I think you'd like the idea..." Lloyd said with finality. Grabbing Y/N, and getting on his knees in front of her, roughly pulling her panties down, and sucking and kissing marks all over her ass, before diving down to drink her seemingly endless flow of juices. Allowing Ari to watch it all unfold, before getting a taste.

Alright you, horny fucks 😆 this is the weirdest way to start it but, eh, it's a process.

🎉Welcome to the start of my Hundred Follower Celebration!!!🎉

Over the next few days, my asks are open for any questions about me or my writings, or even about celeb tea. And while I will answer your asks. I will also be uploading a handful of fics, so stay tuned and let's celebrate!

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Our Angel of Brahma, pt. ix

Travelers. Friends. Mutuals. @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @the-private-eye @demonic-panini @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. MOTHERLY VOICE: I finally got a moment to myself thanks to Eber and Camilla… Thank the Goddess… I don’t know what I would be doing without them. (THE PERSON SIGHS) Where do I begin? I guess… my name would be a good start. (CLEARING THEIR THROAT) My name is Eevee Bell, and I am one of three to four dozen Dome Wardens on Brahma. Our duty is to perform routine maintenance on the planet’s Dome, track incoming and outgoing shuttles and ships, and monitor Brahma’s severe weather outside the Dome. I love my job. I think I do my job very well. From what I’ve heard about other planets, they have robotics and computers to do this job now. Artificial intelligence that the Solar Planets spent a fortune to perfect. Of course just like with everything else though, Brahma gets left behind in the dust. (EEVEE CHUCKLES UNDER HER BREATH) EEVEE: Goddess bless our savior New Kinshasa. (EEVEE LAUGHS A BIT HARSHER) EEVEE: What happened to us though has been brewing under their noses for some time now. I guess it was only a matter of time before… something was done. To be honest I’m still not entirely sure what did happen. I know that our alarms went off when the Reactor Core was removed, and I know they stopped going off when the Core was put back. I know that the Chief Constable called all of our stations, and ordered us to go home. I know that we have not gone back to our stations for nearly ten days. I know that if we don’t accept any imports within the next seven days Brahma will begin to suffer. And if we fall, New Kinshasa falls with us. Cyrus called me while I was rushing to get home to Baird. He asked me how much I knew and after I told him, I asked how much he knew. He said it would be better if he came to speak to me in person. He lives across town with Iris. I told him it wouldn’t be wise to meet up so late, especially with a curfew in place. He disagreed, but I talked enough sense into him that he waited until morning to catch a tram over here to the apartments. Baird was not enthused to see him. He was rather… indifferent, actually. I know it hurt Cyrus’ feelings, I do plan on talking about it with Baird when I can, but it’s so hard to talk about anything seriously right now. I’d rather keep things as light-hearted as possible. I sent Baird over to Camilla and Eber’s apartment while I had tea with Cyrus. He looked so worried. He asked me if I saw the Chief Constable’s broadcast about the Revolutionary, Peter Nureyev. I have. I watched it with Baird the night before after I got home from my post. Cyrus said that he doesn’t know of any Peter Nureyevs in any of his revolution circles. He surprised me by asking me for my thoughts about the Constable they allegedly found murdered by the Revolutionary. I didn’t at the time, and I still don’t now. Cyrus said that he has reason to believe that part was a lie. He doesn’t believe the Revolutionary killed a Constable. He thinks it might be an elaborate lie or cover-up for some more vain truth. (EEVEE INHALES SHARPLY) The revolutionaries are holding a meeting tonight. Cyrus invited me to come. He wants me there. I don’t want to get in trouble, but… I need to keep Cyrus and Baird safe. And by extension, it’s my job to keep Brahma safe. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS: EEVEE: What the fuck! NEW VOICE: What are you doing? EEVEE: What am I doing I’m recording you idiot! Cyrus, don’t you see? If what was discussed tonight has any truth to it, New Kinshasa isn’t going to let any of this get out. More than– I bet you my next paycheck that Dark Matters is going to play a role in covering it all up! (CYRUS TRIES TO SHUSH EEVEE) CYRUS: Alright, alright– you have a point. Keep your voice down alright the streets have ears… You really hope your little comms though is going to play a role in– This? EEVEE: Mark my word, I think my little comms will outlive both of us. If Baird’s lucky it will outlive them. (CYRUS GROANS. EEVEE GIGGLES) Okay, okay… I attended the meeting– CYRUS: The book club. We went to a late-night book club meeting. What? Don’t give me that look. Plausible deniability, Eve. EEVEE: Right. The Book Club. We attended Book Club and talked about the climax of a war story. In the story, the main character kills a man with radical ideas to overthrow their government. The man he killed was not popular amongst the rebels. In theory, they should have agreed with him. CYRUS: In practice, however, the rebels do not condone murdering hundreds of thousands of people. Thus the whole unpopular amongst the rebels. EEVEE: Of course, word got out about the man’s death, and to cover it up, the government claimed him as an Enforcer. And they were getting away with it because the last clothes the man was found in was a stolen Enforcer uniform. I don’t know if I believe the rebel or the government’s of the story– CYRUS: Eve– EEVEE: But! But. But I do believe that it was the right call for the rebels to sit back and wait for information to trickle out to them slowly… I think I’ll need to attend the next meeting to really make sure I understand what I’m getting myself into. Oh– I’m so tired. Can we discuss all this in the morning? With hopefully less ears listening in? (CYRUS HUMS AFFIRMATIVELY) CYRUS: I’ll even let you sleep in if you let me crash on your couch. EEVEE: Of course, I wouldn’t make you walk across town while already breaking our curfew. CYRUS: Thanks, Eve. (LONG PAUSE) Baird’s not going to be mad to see me, is he? EEVEE: This late at night? I doubt it. If anything he’s staying over at that Spade’s apartment probably fast asleep with Charlie. Oh, they’re so sweet together. I went to say good night to them one evening and I couldn’t kiss Baird’s head because Charlie had a death grip on his shoulders. He's always polite and entertains all of Baird’s whims… I wish you were around more to see it happen. CYRUS: You and I both know why that can’t happen. (BOTH OF THEM SIGH) EEVEE: You know he’s only so pouty around you because you and I split up, right? He just wants us all together again. Like a proper family. CYRUS: We are a proper family. Mom who works too hard, dad who left to get milk and never came back– see? Proper family. (EEVEE LAUGHS CAUSING CYRUS TO LAUGH) UNFAMILIAR VOICE: Hey, state your business and show your credentials. CYRUS: Shit, Constables. Run Eve! SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. RECORDING BEGINS. (EEVEE WHISPERS) EEVEE: Cyrus and I got away from the Constables last week perfectly fine. This week on Brahma: we went to another revolution meeting. A few old timers took roll call and one of them said he had reason to believe that the person the Angel of Brahma killed was one of theirs. A man who wasn’t the least bit popular in any particular revolutionary circle. Apparently, he wanted to drop New Kinshasa out of the sky and saw it perfectly fit to kill all of Brahma in the process. (EEVEE SCOFFS) The nerve of some people. No one at the meeting could remember his name though, and no one still knows who Peter Nureyev is outside of the photos projected on every billboard on the planet now. He looks so young. Those dark and haunting eyes and sharp teeth. I find it hard to believe that he’s just a teenager. But– he is. I’m trying to keep my voice down right now because Baird is asleep. The meeting was held before curfew this time so Cyrus went home to Iris and I walked alone back to the apartment. Eber was waiting for me just outside and before I could say hello he was dragging me down the halls to Hank’s apartment. His dog Missy was sprawled out on the sofa but Hank, Camilla, and Josie were all gathered around the dinner table. Mrs. Darius was upstairs with Talia, Charlie, and Baird. I sat down and told them everything I could. The revolutionaries wouldn’t let me record anything with my comms during the meeting, but there wasn’t much that I think needed to be recorded. Just talk about who was storing what, who was leaving their doors open to help others. There was a lot of talk about going on strike. Either food or labor. They want to send a message to New Kinshasa. I don’t think I can afford to do much of anything. Me and the other Dome Wardens just went back to work two days ago, we are working through a backlog of off-planet imports and exports still. If I strike alone I’ll just be fired. If all the Wardens strike, then the Constables will take over and that will lead to certain catastrophe. And if I stop eating then Baird will stop eating and he’s already so… short. Oh– I wish I got a chance to talk to Cyrus before we went our separate ways. He’d help me think of some way I can help. Better yet, he’d probably be able to give the others here at the apartments the answers they wanted from me. Hank didn’t say anything other than telling us to get out. Eber, Camilla, Josie, and I were silent on the walk upstairs. The kids were delighted to see us. Eber walked Talia back down to Hank, Josie was trying to fill in Mrs. Darius, and Camilla and I watched the boys play some sort of game where they kept pinching each other and trying to not shriek? I think that was the objective? Children’s games used to be much less violent when I was that age. I remember when– BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Memma? EEVEE: Bairdy! What are you doing awake? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I couldn’t sleep. You were being too loud. (EEVEE TSKS) EEVEE: Then let’s put you back to bed alright baby? C’mon. I’ll even sing for you if you’d like. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: I have either made the best decision of the revolution that will turn the tides in favor of Brahma, or the worst mistake of my life. I told the old-timers at this past meeting that I work as a Dome Warden, and that a few of my colleagues seemed interested in joining the rebellion but were uncertain on how to go about it. The old-timers were delighted for a number of reasons and had drawn the same conclusion that I had a few weeks ago when a labor strike was first brought up. They think it would be very good if I was able to get some of the other Wardens on board with the revolution. Cyrus was very quiet during the meeting. I asked him before we left if he had any opinions he was holding back, and all he said was to trust my gut. So… I trusted my gut. I told the other Wardens at my post about the meetings. I told them about going on strike. A few seemed skeptical. Others wanted to know when the next meeting was. I’m going to contact Cyrus and get him to help me get the others to the next meeting. I hope… this wasn’t a mistake. I guess time will only tell. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: –you turned it on. Good job, baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Mom, why are you showing me how to use your comms? Is something going to happen to us? Is something bad going to happen to you? EEVEE: What? Oh no, baby. Nothing is going to happen to me. I just think you would find more use out of my comms than I would. Look, since you got it to record you can start recording all those little songs you like to sing. Or maybe you can get Charlie to record a story for you. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): But Mom, I like your singing and your stories more. Will you sing for me? And tell me a story tonight? EEVEE: Absolutely not. You get one or the other. Take your pick. And whatever you don’t choose, you have to give to me. (BAIRD POUTS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… I want a story from you, and then I’ll give you a song. EEVEE: Good choice, Bairdy. What kind of story would you like? (BAIRD HUMS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I want a story about Brahma. EEVEE: A story about Brahma? Well… there once was a boy born on Brahma with nothing. Not even a name. He grew up just like everyone else, hungry for more. More food, more freedom, more time. The boy followed a man who dreamed of dropping the New Kinshasa on top of the planet. The boy was very tired. Tired of being poor, tired of being hungry, tired of being alone. But he knew, that if he let that man drop New Kinshasa out of the sky, he would never be able to forgive himself. Brahma is his home. He looked down at Brahma from up high, and saw them: his people. Starving young faces just like his looked up to the sky and stared back at the city as it trembled. The boy had the power at his fingertips to stop a tragedy. This is it. The people thought. This is how we go out. Not with the big bang, but crushed under the heel of our jailor. The boy heard their thoughts. He felt a rush of adrenaline and stopped the man from getting away. The city of New Kinshasa never fell out of the sky that day. The people were ordered to retreat to their homes. But that evening, everyone heard about the great threat against the Guardian Angel System. And everyone learned the name Peter Nureyev. And for the first time in the last half-century, hope bloomed on Brahma. The Boy, The Legend, The Angel of Brahma. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): That’s not a story Memma, that’s history. EEVEE: And what is history but a story we have to learn from? Now, I believe you owe me a song. (BAIRD GROANS AND HUFFS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… (BAIRD TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND HUMS. THE SOUND GETS CLEARER LIKE HE’S BROUGHT THE COMMS CLOSER) My angel, I must ask you keep singing for me. How sweet your tune, like a songbird at noon. What a lovely trill, it makes me feel ill. O’ My heart overflows, I could never let go. Like chimes in the wind, it must be destined. I’ll find my way home, with your voice I’ll never be alone. Happy? (EEVEE SNIFFLES) EEVEE: Very. Thank you, Baird. That was beautiful. (FABRIC RUSTLES, BOTH BAIRD AND EEVEE HUM) Promise me you’ll never stop singing baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Of course, Memma. I don’t think I could even if I tried. EEVEE: Good. Now– (EEVEE PRESSES A KISS TO BAIRD’S HEAD) Get some sleep. Okay? We have a long day tomorrow. And Bairdy? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Yes, Mom? EEVEE: You know that I love you, right? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): To the moons and back, yeah… Mom you promised nothing bad was going to happen to you. EEVEE: And nothing will. Good night, Baird. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Night Mom. SOUND: DOOR CLOSING. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Which button was it to end the recording? Was it this o– SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

- EEVEE BELL. BAIRD BELL. must contact Frannie’s friend about both of those names. - Dome Wardens are indeed an old, out of date job. Eve is right, they’ve been replaced with robots. It’s actually kinda scary how right she was about things. About that, about Dark Matters probably covering everything up with New Kinshasa. - Cyrus and Eve sound so fun together. I can see why they got married and had a kid together. - Bairdy and Memma… right up there with Charls and Dearest. - Oh Baird, he was 12 when these recordings were made. 12. Just almost a teenager, not quite. Almost too old to be called a baby. - Eve loved Baird so much. She reminds me of my mother a bit. And she knew exactly what she was doing tucking Baird into bed that final time. There’s no doubt in my mind this is the last recording with her in it. She was taken away after this and never came back. The Dome Wardens did go on strike at some point according to Baird in other recordings, so did someone snitch to a Constable? Did she the Constable that almost caught her and Cyrus track her down? - I think that’s the most frustrating part of my job. No matter how much I dig and research, there are some things that will be lost to me forever.

#at some point this was like pulling teeth #so i may revisit it and rewrite some of it #or elaborate/add more #BUT im happy rn #funfact: the story eve tells is almost word for word what i wrote on buzzkillgirls post #about nureyev the legend vs nureyev the man #our angel of brahma #the penumbra podcast #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #the penumbra fanfic #a hotboy's writing #FUCKGING BIRDS NEED TO SHUT UP NOW SO I CAN SLEEP-

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Could I request some platonic relationship headcanons of Angel Dust with an asexual reader? If you like the concept (cuz I haven’t seen this anywhere else) I would love some one shots too! Like reader’s 18th birthday, a comfort/reverse comfort scene. It would just make me so happy to see more asexual representation! I also just love the way you write the characters! (P.S. maybe we could get some cameos from the also-asexual Alastor? Could be a fun dynamic!)

Ace buddies, lets goooo!

Headcanons for Ace Reader

Platonic: Angel Dust X Ace Reader

You're both chill. Sometimes he'll flirt with you but you know its all jokes.

No judgement. He does his thing and you do yours.

You go shopping together a lot. Picking out each others outfits or helping each other find the right accessories.

He'll tell you about his day, leaving out the details that you don't wanna hear.

The first time you met Angel was behind the bar in the alley way. He was pretty beat up and looked like a kicked puppy.

"Here.", you offered him a bottle of alcohol.

"The fuck is this for?", he takes the bottle with a scowl. "Do I look like someone who needs handouts!?"

"No.", you take out a box of mints and quickly pop one into your mouth. "But you do look like you wanna forget. At least a little bit."

He doesn't say anything else after that, opening the bottle.

Then the spider wouldn't leave you alone, dubbing you his new friend.

You're my friend now. We're having soft tacos later. Lol.

He grows on you and eventually you both end up at the Happy Hotel.

There's days you don't mind his weird shit but you step in when it gets too far or hurts friends.

Kinda like now.

"What the fuck Angel!?", you say after dragging him off to the side while Charlie stepped out. "Why would you do that? Don't you want to try and get out of this dump?"

"We don't even know if this shit fucking works. Why not mess around a bit?", he says and continues sucking the popsicle.

You sigh and rub the side of your forehead. "Its worth a damn try. Messing around is only gonna keep you here."

"Listen to your friend asshole.", Vaggie said and sat down on the couch.

"I listen..sometimes.", Angel says and goes over to the moth demon. "It wasn't that bad anyway."

You have to hold back from punching the idiot, lifting up your hands to make a point with your fingers that touches your nose. "Angel, It was so bad I was cringing. I don't cringe unless I remember my middle school years from when I was alive."

Then things get weird..

Some guy in red shows up, smiles and laughs about the great depression. A whole musical number and then some casual destruction of an airship.

Totally normal.

At some point "Red", you started calling the Radio Demon, walks over and asks you a question.

"Excuse me if this is inappropriate but are you and the arachnid together?"

"Together?", you raise a brow. "Did you lie about not being interested in my friend?", you ask.

"No.", he says quickly and scrunches his nose a bit.

You laugh. "Ace, got it."

Angel, who was sitting next to you, gasps and places his lower hands on his hips. "Am I not good enough?", he says to you in a joking tone.

"Honey, please. I would rather eat dirt than sleep with you.", you stick your tongue out. "Bleh."

"I'll have you know my dic-"

You quickly cover your ears. "I don't wanna know!"

Why can I imagine Angel trying to gross out their friend with work stories?

I'll get around to that oneshot sometime.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Angel Dust🕸

#angel dust and reader #x reader #gn reader #plantonic #angel dust headcanons #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #asexual reader #ace reader

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papermint-airplane · 4 months

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Everyone: *shocked gasps, surprised whispers, and one loudly panicking alien man*

'The Watcher': Happy now, Rose? I'm here.

Aiden: Aoife?! Aoife Ee?! Is that you?!

Aoife: Hiiiii, Aiden! Nice to see you face-to-face again. Been a long time, huh?

Aiden: Not long enough if you ask me.

Aoife: Still holding a grudge, I see. Maybe this will remind you of happier times.

Aiden: Mmmph!

Aiden: Get off of me! Are you crazy?! I mean, yes, obviously you are extremely crazy, but are you even crazier now than the last time I saw you?! When you had your goons hunting me down like a gnarleep from the Fr'ge'xl forest?!

Aoife: Hey, come on now, that's all zholxtroth slime under the bridge!

Aiden: I will be the one who decides where the zholxtroth slime is, thank you very much! And it is absolutely not under the bridge!

Aoife: You can't blame me for what I did! You'd have done the same if you were in my position!

Aiden: No, I wouldn't have! Nobody else on Sixam would have done even half of what you did!

Viridia: HEY, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE AND WHY ARE YOU TONGUING MY MAN?!

Aoife: Your man?! You're forgetting I was watching your date. He could barely stand to be near you.

Viridia: THAT IS NOT HOW I REMEMBER THINGS.

Aiden: Yeah, I had a really nice time, actually.

Viridia: IF ANYONE HERE IS GOING TO FORCEFULLY KISS AIDEN, IT'S GOING TO BE ME.

Aoife: Oh is that so? What are you going to do about it? Fight me?

Viridia: HELL YEAH, SQUARE UP, BITCH!

Aoife: Have it your way!

Viridia: YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!

Rose: Hey, did we all forget whose showdown this was supposed to be?! 😫

Angela: Do you know what's going on?

Bailey: I never know what's going on.

Angel: My whole world view is a lie. Everything I know is crumbling into dust right in front of me.

Aoife: She's right, Viridia, this is between me and her. So if you'll kindly fuck right off...

Viridia: I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU MAKE ME.

Aoife: *psychic effort noises*

Viridia: WHAT THE--

Viridia: ZZZ...

Aoife: Hush now, the adults are talking.

Eleanor: Was that some sort of psionic wave? Can you do that?

Aiden: Yeah, it's not that impressive. Every Sixamite in their first stage of development learns how to do that before they can even crawl.

Aoife: Now where were we? Oh, that's right! You were being a ginormous pain in my ass!

Rose: I did what you asked me to do! Why won't you honor your word? 😣

Aoife: Because I was lying, idiot. I wasn't going to actually follow through on naming you the winner. I wasn't going to name anyone the winner. I was going to eliminate all of you, one by one, until Aiden realized that there's nobody in this galaxy or any other that loves him as much as I do and he'd have no choice but to fall into my arms and I could finally CRUSH HIS HEART INTO A FINE POWDER AND BLOW IT BACK INTO HIS FACE, THE SAME WAY HE DID TO MINE!!!!!!!!!!!

Angela: Holy shit, she really is crazy...

Aoife: But I guess all of that is ruined now, thanks to you.

Rose: What are you going to do now? 🤔

Aoife: The only thing I can do.

Aoife: I'm going back to my control room.

Rose: H-hey! 😨

Aoife: Oh. Just one more thing, though.

Aoife: Even if I had no intention of keeping my word, you still deserve an extra-special reward for your performance.

Aoife: Enjoy.

Rose: Huh?! 😱

Rose: Gkkk! AAAAGHHHH!

Rose: You! You bitch!

Aoife: It's what you deserve, Rose.

Rose: A-Angela...I'm s-sorry...control room...wormhole...generator...go...home...

[electricity crackles]

Aoife: Congratulations, Rose. You won.

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#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 gameplay #mine #non canon just because i feel like it bachelor challenge #ncjbiflibc #sim: aoife ee #sim: aiden ayy #sim: viridia nn'ox #sim: rose schaeffer #sim: angela hirano #sim: bailey swain #sim: angel angel #sim: eleanor tinley

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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sherrygail8894 asked:

Hello. I love your page:)

Do you have any favorite time traveler fics either sterek or steter?

I know it took me forever but I really wanted to make a list of my actual faves for you. Some are old favs and some are new ones I found and loved. I hope you like them too.

GIF by kitkate91060

Rings of Red by wynnebat

(1/1 I 3,816 I Teen I Steter)

“Performance issues?” Peter offers, smoothing out his shoulders and hiding his claws. "Everyone gets them, I've heard."

It’s a lie. Alphas don’t get them. Not like this.

Talia's eyes shouldn't be changing from red to gold before his eyes for no reason at all.

A Tale as Old as Time by Leslie_Knope

(1/1 I 5,931 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek wakes up 12 years later in a world where, for some reason, Stiles is naked.

Well, at least the sheets are comfortable.

Time After Time by bleep0bleep

(3/3 I 6,092 I Teen I Sterek)

"It's okay," the guy says, "I'm Derek Hale. I'm from the future."

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 12,238 I Teen I Sterek)

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

According to plan by FeelingsDusk

(1/1 I 16,363 I Mature I Steter)

The plan was very simple: go back in time, kill Kate, kill Gerard, never ever make contact with his parents, try to find a place within the Hale pack or not, but either way, live the rest of his life displaced and without the people he loves.

Of course, as it always is with him these days,nothinggoes according to plan.

But The World Won't Stop Turning by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 19,906 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek glances at Stiles, who is watching him with a curious expression.

“Oh shit,” Stiles exclaims as comprehension dawns on him. “Everything makes sense now. Derek, I know what the witch did, she cursed you with – “

But before Stiles is able to finish his sentence, everything fades away and Derek is surrounded by darkness.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

(1/1 I 32,052 I Teen I Sterek)

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Townintoa ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anythingworse. That's easy as pie, right?Right?

Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones

(1/1 I 34,323 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek finds an older version of himself at his front door, along with Stiles, a boy from the future.

Spook: A Ghostly Love Story in Three Parts by zosofi

(3/3 I 38,154 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is fifteen when he dies. He's been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles. And then suddenly... suddenly things start looking up. A ghostly romance, as requested by Varlovian for the Teen Wolf Pack Charity Project.

It's Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 61,370 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.

Derek, it’s fucking happening! Derek, please!

He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.

Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.

“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #time travel #anon #anastasia review

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cassieb1617 · 2 years

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Beach visits💌

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Fluff

Summary: Steve realised just how glad he is to have you.

Warnings: mentions of fights, Natasha’s and Tony’s dead; reader being pregnant; the blip; Thor being a maid of honour because I believe it’s what we deserve; let me know if there are more

Steve had been in many fight before. In fact, his eyes hole life was one. Growing up in the ‘greatest generation’ as a lanky boy with no muscles and having no talent in talking to girls was bad enough. From then losing family members after family members, trying to join the army to help, many fights in alleys that he never won was a fight in itself. After getting the serum and then going into the ice for seventy years, waking up in a whole other century woth no one he knew was hard as well. And them came Peggy, who he found out was alive and Bucky, who was a brainwashed assassin with almost no memory of him was a fight. But it was nothing compared to the fight he had with himself when he lost in 2018 and you were turned into dust. His sweet angel, someone he considered his saviour.

Steve met you after the whole taking down SHIELD fiasco. He went under a bit, losing himself in Boston, a city he never thought he would visit. He loved going on walks there, no specific place to reach, just walking. But then Steve saw you. You were sitting on a bench, book in hand - The Great Gatsby - and a dog lying next to you with its snout on your lap. You looked flawless, in his opinion. In a pretty skirt and lose shirt. Steve thought that there was no one more beautiful than you in that very moment. Like all angels above have blessed you everything good with a little heart in the corner.

The way you began to talk wasn’t in any of your minds anymore. Who made the first move, the first kiss, it didn’t matter to you because you were together. Until the blip.

It was Steve’s first search after he realised it wasn’t just the Avengers but everyone else, too. Natasha, ever the good friend, helped him. They both searched for you, the angel that made every Avenger melt on the spot. When they realised you were blipped, together they searched for Yelena Belova, Natasha just told him she was important and to keep himself occupied, and because he was Natasha’s friend, he helped her, though both searches came out empty-handed.

After the final fight - defeating Thanos, losing Natasha and Tony - you found him. It was three hours after the final battle, or was it four? You didn’t know, no one did. But you were at the Avengers compound, running up to Steve and throwing yoursef at him. Steve caught you, he always did, always will, and led you to his room. It was just you two there and for the first time in five years, Steve felt a kind of happiness. He felt whole being with you. Like everything made sense again and he knew that if Natasha was be here she’d make a stupid comment about how ‘whipped’ he was and Tony would sarcastically fake gag at the sight of you two. But you didn’t care and neither did Steve.

After Tony’s futural, bringing back the stones to their timeline and coming back completely fine amd making a respectful grave for Natasha, Steve and you decided it was time for some time away. Packing your things and saying bye to your loved ones for an unknown time, you two made your way to the beautiful coast of Italy. Relaxing in the sun, on the beach with a cute smile on both your faces while building sandcastles and making fun of each other.

Steve looked at you, a small smile playing on his face while you layed in the sun, sunglasses away and eyes closed because ‘I’m sunbathing, Steve, I don’t want a mark of my sunglasses on my face, I’ll look like an idiot’. The straps of your bright pink bikini were pullin inside so you don’t get any white stripes there, too. God, he thought, you were easily the most stunning persom he’s ever seen. All natural but still so beautiful. He began to daydream about a future, one with you and maybe one or two, or maybe even more, tiny you’s and Steve’s running around your small house. It would have a garden, as you constantly reminded him of the little flowerbeds you wanted to have. Maybe even a second dog? He found real deep comfort in that fantasy.

He said your name and you opened your pretty eyes, looking up at him with a smile on your face, “What’s up Steve? Are you okay?” Leave it to you to always worry about him. “Yeag, it’s just- I’m happy, you know?” You smiled, still a bit confused. “I just- I love you. So much. Wanted you to know that.” You chuckled, there was always a slight Brooklyn drawl to his words when he was nervous so you didn’t know what to expect. “I love you, Steve.” Steve smiled and began to chuckle lightly,” “That’s- That’s great you know, becaue, uhm, I wanted to ask you something.”, he began, “What- what if you move in? With me, I mean. We could get a new house or maybe a flat. It doesn’t have to be directly, but you know, one time, maybe?” The smile on your face was bright, like he had just hung the moon and the stars for you. “Yeah, I’d like that, Steve.” Steve smiled brightly, “Great. Great, great great.” You giggled at him and kissed him, a kiss he gladly reciprocate.

It was a few months later now. After coming back from Italy with Sam throwing a dumb jab at you about ‘stealing his look’ you told them about the news, only receiving good response. The house you now had was in Boston, you grew up there and had family and Steve wanted to be away from all the superhero stuff. The house had three floors; the lowest with the kitchen, living room, a room for laundry and a little bathroom; the second floor with three bedrooms and a guest-bedroom, the one mostly occupied by Bucky or Sam and two other bathrooms, a bit bigger than the one on the first floor; and the final floor with a master bedroom, occupied by Steve and yourself and a master bathroom, including shower and bathtub, perfect to relax in. It was safe to say that you and Steve loved the house. You bought the house as soon as you two saw it and the money fit as well. It was perfect.

Now back on the same beach as months before you both sat there, anticipating to tell the other one the news. While Steve chose the place again, this time with a focus on asking you the question he wanted to ask you the first time you were there, you were there to tell him the news you hoped he liked.

“Steve?” You asked him and he looked at you, a slight deja vu, “I got something to tell you.” You knew his reaction wouldn’t be bad, you talked about it before and both agreed that you want it, you just didn’t talk about when. “I’m- I’m pregnant.” You bit your lip to wait for his reaction while he looked at you, a bit fonfused but then started to laugh, “You know, I already had the idea.”, he began, “You didn’t drink that wine you liked ao much.” You chuckled as well and in that moment everything felt right.

“You know, my plan with this trip was to have the biggest surprise but as always you have to top me,” he chuckled while rummaging in one of his bags he brought with him and took out a tiny box and opened it, “I may not be on my knees right now, but this should still count. You’re the most phenomenal person I’ve ever met. And I wanted to ask you this last time but I guess it was too early? You know, I- I had this big speech written down and I completely forgot everything on it so please don’t be mad at me,” both of you were crying with big smiles on you faces by now and he said your name, “marry me, I promise I’ll try the best to make you the happiest person on this planet and every other one. And I promise that, yes , you can have Thor as your maid of honour if you want to.” You chuckled before screaming out a big yes. The people around you all laughing and clapping. You hugged Steve while he slid the ring on your finger.

Now, six months later on the same beach surrounded with your best friends, you and Steve gave you the ‘I do’s’. Thor, your maid of honour as promised, a seat free on your bridesmaid place for Natasha and Wanda as your second bridesmaid, you were the happiest you could be with a big belly. Steve’s side looked smiliar, Bucky as hid best man, a seat free for Tony and Sam as his other groomsman, Steve couldn’t get the smile off his face. Even Nick Fury, who was the ‘priest’ to marry you, was smiling a bit.

#steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #chris evans #chris evans x reader

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justafriendlystranger · 3 months

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I'm loser baby~ (sweet carnage)

"you're a loser baby~ a loser but just maybe-"

"If we eat shit together things will end up differently,,"

"It's time to lose your self loathing, excuse yourself. Let hope in."

"Baby play your card, be who you are. A "loser" just like me~"

I just watched the new hazbin hotel and I LOVE HUSK AND ANGEL DUST'S DYNAMIC!!! QAQ <,333 Their song really reminds me of one of my favorite ships Meztli x Trickster!! because think about it! imagine the scene going like this:

Trickster is feeling rather down because of who she is, (as I recall, BP said Trickster hates killers right? and she's a killer herself so doesn't that mean she hates herself? idk it's just a theory... A GAME- nah just kidding anyway!! back to the story) and Meztli finding it rather annoying that one of he's favorite people to mess around with is not giving him the reaction he wanted because she's pitying herself, decided to "cheer" her up with this song!

"so things look bad and your back's against the wall.. your whole existence seems so fucking hopeless."

"You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall,, can't face the world sober and dopeless."

"you've lost your way, ya think your life's a wrecked."

and then hit her with the-

"well, let me just say... you're correct."

"wait, what??"

"you're a loser baby, a loser goddamn baby."

"your a fucked up little whiny bitch" he says with a smirk, taunting her.

"Hey!"

"you're a loser just like me." "Thanks.. you idiot."

"you're a screw's loose boozer, An only one-star-reviews-er."

>:0

"you're a power bottom at rock bottom but you got company~"

I know meztli wouldn't say this because he has the absolute most confidence in himself, and saying he's a loser is sooo unlikely but if it cheers up his girly and stop her with this sad and pathetic reason she's in. he'll stoop down to her level so he could mess with her again ;)

plus I think he's going to be the one convincing trickster "hey you're a killer and strong just like me, we can make people grovel at our feet so have the confidence like that too. It's pathetic seeing you like this and I'm not going to fight someone as strong as me but is being an emo."

plus the line in the song:

"there was a time I thought that no one could relate.. to the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged..."

"but lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight~"

"we're all living in the same shit sandwich."

"I tried to kill my friends a couple of times.." trickster said looking disappointed at herself.

"Hahah!" and you think that makes you unique? (literally has done the same thing and even succeeded) get outta here man."

"were both losers baby, we're losers it's ok to be a-"

"messed up psychopathic freak?"

"baby that's fine by me~"

"I'm a loser honey, A schmoozer and a dummy-"

"but at least I know I'm not alone~!"

"you're a loser-"

"just like me."

I think Meztli means 'killer' in the word 'loser' but he knows trickster hates that word so he instead use this =)) plss take a listen to this song and picture them together!!!! QAQ <,3333!! god I'm craving to write/see a story for these two TwT

~~~

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby !

and Trickster belongs to @boiling-potato !

#oc #ocs #not my oc!!!#not my ocs!!#scenarios #my wrtitng #writing #ship #meztli #trickster #meztli x trickster #sweet carnage #hazbin hotel #mutuals #for mutuals

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lediz-watches · 6 months

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Hazbin Hotel Pilot (kinda)

Yeah, I'm either three years late or three months early, but I'm here now and I'm documenting this for the sake of posterity, because SOMETHING is going to come out in January and the internet deserves to laugh at it.

Finally watched the pilot about a month ago. Loved it. Love the songs. Love Alastor because of fucking course I do. Love Angel Dust despite myself. Want to watch Charlie's story. Love it all. Am addicted to the fan songs. (One hell of a team and Radio Play are currently on repeat in my soul.) Hate fandom already. Miraculous Ladybug eat your goddamn heart out. No matter what happens, some part of the audience is going to hate it.

This post is actually more about why, than the pilot itself.

Before I get into it, I have to admit something. It's pertinent, I promise.

When Twilight was a thing, I heard all the hatred for it and believed it, but my sister was into it and I believe in giving everything a shot, so I read it too, expecting to hate it. And spoiler alert, by the final book, I LOATHED it. I literally had to stop myself from throwing that stupid thing across the room at least twice. But before that final book, I was so foolishly impressed.

Not by the writing, especially, but by what I thought it was doing. Because I looked at the characters and what I thought they were, and I thought that was so cool and subversive. An eternal teenager who was made a vampire against his will by a loving father figure. An immortal stuck in the body and emotions and hormones of a seventeen year old. And he falls in love for the first time. Could you IMAGINE anything worse? And a girl who swans (hah. Unintentional) into a new town and a new life, who also falls in love, but grows out of being seventeen. And there were these parallels! Romeo and Juliet! The fourteen year old trying to escape a life she didn't want, swept up in first love with an older lover! The idiot nineteen year old who's so desperate to Live His Life that he kills himself over a summer fling! THE PARALLELS, MY FRIENDS.

Yeah, I... I misinterpreted that one a little.

But this is the thing that we so often do with TV shows (and book trilogies....). We are watching and consuming something that is not complete, and in doing so we make assumptions and cling to things that may not actually be there. Edward was not an eternal seventeen year old, and Bella was not a normal girl growing into a young woman. It was a terrible, trashy, vaguely Mormon-propaganda teen romance that probably started as a Labyrinth fanfic, don't @ me.

(I love Labyrinth by the way, please don't come for my head)

Now, with Hazbin Hotel, and especially with Alastor, fandom is doing that in several different ways. Some of the fandom want him to be Evil Incarnate, here to corrupt the innocent and pure-hearted Charlie. Some of the fandom want him to be Bugs Bunny With Teeth. Some of the fandom (ie, I) want him to be Creepy Good and/or Do Evil Unto Evil (because that's what Louisiana Voodoo actually is, and it's so cool and I want to see a show do deals-with-the-other-side-for-good well andandand). Some people want him to be weak, some people want him to be super powerful, I would find it super interesting if he's super powerful because he's sold his soul to some greater power that's just using him to manipulate Hell... (today I was thinking about What If Lilith Is The Mastermind????)(also, ask me about my idea for a plot where he's actually a pawn to Heaven's worst)

No matter what happens with Alastor, some part of the fandom is going to be FURIOUS.

Now, for me, yes he's my favourite character from the Pilot, but the most important thing he does is provide a foil to Charlie, who is 100% the main character, and SHE is what's going to make or break the show for me.

Because the way I'm reading HER is that she's a preppy little private school girl that wants to save the whales and feed the children in Africa. She's taking gap years, she's doing voluntourism, she's holding charity balls for the homeless, she's taking cheesy photos in front of Homes She Built For The Kids and then gushing on Instagram about how she was hashtag blessed and got to feed the elephants.

The story I've read in this pilot, and the story I'm interested in, is that private school girl getting absolutely slapped down, so she can build back up into an actual good leader; stronger and better than her parents never even tried to be.

For me, the story I'm interested in, is all of the characters learning that redemption and goodness isn't some goal to achieve. It's a path. And sometimes, you find it only in the people around you. You shouldn't be good to get into Heaven, you should be good because you want to be good. Because you want to be there for your friends. It's about choice, and who you want to be. You make your own Heaven.

And to that end, I don't want Alastor to be the Evil Saboteur. I just want him to be her foil. Her equal and opposite, in every way that matters.

I want him to be evil only to those who deserve it, but be incapable of seeing himself as anything but worse still, even while everyone around him knows he's actually on the right team. The inverse of Charlie's arrogant light and hope.

I want him to push her, to challenge her, to be constantly watching and mocking and I want it to be a constant struggle between which of them is right or wrong about the sinners. I want them to represent the two sides of western religious ethics - the carrot and the stick. Be good so you're rewarded, or be good because torment awaits those who aren't. I want them to end up a platonic but perfect team, leading Hell's sinners out of this eternal struggle to survive and into afterlives they actually want to live.

But I don't know if that's what we're going to get. There are so many ways to read the second half of the pilot. Alastor rolling his eyes when Charlie tells him no voodoo, only to immediately offer a deal? The fact that Charlie, who effortlessly warps reality with her song, can't fix up the hotel or feed anyone, while Alastor, a supposedly mere human sinner, completely transforms everything with a few clicks of his fingers. The way Alastor treats Husk and Niffty - the way they respond to him! Niffty barely acknowledges this guy who we all assume owns her soul, and there are whole essays that could be written about how Husk responds to Alastor in general.

And outside the two of them, these characters are all so good! Angel Dust. I am not invested in his story (we've seen it before), but I ADORE him. A character that's so comfortable in his masculinity, and still considers himself a man, even as he wears women's clothing and works in a feminine industry and suffers a traditionally feminine tragedy. And he's so deadpan and snarky and horrible and I LOVE HIM. I'm not invested in his story, but I WANT TO WATCH IT.

Sir Pentious. What the hell is up with him? I must know more. I must cringe and groan and see him fail and then get back up to fail again.

Vaggie. What is she doing in Hell? HOW DID SHE DIE? How did she hook up with the king's daughter? Why is she signed onto this endeavour that she clearly doesn't really believe in?

I NEED IT.

So yeah. I will probably be disappointed, but god damn am I looking forward to this thing.

#hazbin hotel #reading the pilot #I love characters #I love characters that are foils to each other #I want a discussion of hope and cynicism #also show tunes #give me the musical numbers #fandom critical #fan interpretations #and all that jazz

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heykoonsy · 1 month

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Word Count: 3.3k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), slight Angel Dust x OC

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language and mature themes

Author's Note: I loved writing this chapter ❤️ please enjoy!

Angel walked into the cafe that morning, his head on a swivel. He was looking all around for Agony–unsure of where he’d be seated or if he even arrived yet. Then, Angel caught the sight of him from the corner of his eye. He rose from his chair ever so slightly, letting Angel know where he was. Agony was sitting at the table farthest from the door, at the table that got the best view of the park.

Angel Dust came over quickly, setting his purse down on the unused chair next to them as he sat down.

“Thanks for meetin’ me,” Angel said quietly, scooting his chair closer to the table.

Agony nodded, taking a sip of his latte. “Glad to see you still have my number,” he said.

Angel took the comment in stride, noting Agony’s anger towards him had died down, but was not eradicated. “You were right,” Angel said.

Agony looked up at him, eyes wide.

“I should have called, I should have been there,” Angel said, his eyes focusing on Agony’s and not looking away. “I told myself that you wouldn’t want to see me, but really it was because not seeing you was easier for me. I’m so sorry, Agony.”

Agony took a deep breath, letting Angel’s words wash over him. “I forgive you,” he said after a moment.

“You don’t need to,” Angel dismissed his apology. “But, I still want to make it up to you.”

Agony stopped him, “I already know what you did.”

Angel stopped talking and looked at Agony, “You do?”

“Brut called me shortly after I met with you,” he began. “He said that you’d arranged for us to work with Spitzers at his new agency.”

Angel stayed quiet, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I always meant to make it up to ya guys, Agony, honest.” He squirmed in his chair. “I think you’ll be happy with Spitzers, he’s got a knack for the business.”

Agony chuckled. “From what I’ve heard, he seems great.”

Angel smiled. “I wish you guys all the best.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, since I got blacklisted, it might be time for a career change,” Angel said, his eyes cast to his hands in his lap. “Any idiot with arms can bartend,” Angel added for a much needed laugh.

Agony shook his head, “Over my dead body are you quitting the business.”

“It’s fine,” Angel said, waving him off.

“I’m serious Angel, if you don’t come work with me, I’ll reject his offer.”

Angel looked at him curiously. “You want to work with me? After…everything?”

“Angel, we had one dumb fight. It’s not the end of the world.” Agony said plainly, sipping his coffee yet again. “It’s definitely not the end of our friendship,” his eyes met Angel’s.

Angel felt the lump in his throat begin to form. He cleared it out with a laugh. “I guess I was a little dramatic,” he said, blinking away the tears that formed in his eyes.

“Okay, as it stands, we need to accomplish these four things,” Spitzers began, pointing to a slideshow that he’d made just before their little meeting today at the gentlemans club.

Angel was sitting on the opposite side of the table, Agony and Brut on either side of him. He watched closely as Spitzers went over each slide, touching base with each of them about their respective task over the next few weeks.

Now that Angel was officially part of the team, Spitzers made sure that he was included in all of these meetings. Despite the fact that he was completely new to this side of the business, he was not going to let his ignorance beat him. Angel was going to survive this blacklist if it was the last thing he did.

“Brut,” Spitzers said, gesturing towards him. “Get to writing as many scripts as you can. We’ll start with A Splash of Color, but we need to build a backlog if we’re going to last.”

Brut nodded along.

“Agony, you’ll be responsible for locating a company to handle production and distribution of whatever film we produce.”

Agony nodded, “I already know a bunch of sinners in the industry, my last project needed all hands on deck since there were so few of us.”

“Great, then I’ll take care of finding a studio for us,” Spitzers said. “There are a lot of great places within our price range.”

“What about me?” Angel asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Well, we’re going to be low on cash here soon with the lease,” Spitzers said. “We’ll need investors.”

Angel nodded his head. If he were honest, alarm bells began ringing in his head.

It seemed that Spitzers caught on, because he put his hand up. “Angel, you’re one of the best adult film stars in the business. Where you go, sinners follow. But, I won’t have you do anything you’re not comfortable with. You’re not a whore.”

Angel chuckled at the sentiment. “I’ll do it.”

And thus began their pursuit. Brut got to work outlining what seemed like three different scripts all at once. He was coming up with all sorts of different scenes, thinking about what was hot right now.

Agony got to work too, talking on his phone with any connection he acquired in the business that might be of use to him now. He was currently on the phone with his second choice–getting a quote. His first choice was still negotiating with their business leaders.

Spitzers was of course working twice as fast seeing as how he was built for this business. He was on a phone call and corresponding to several emails all at once. His plan of action was to contact as many realtors as he could that needed to offload some office space. If they couldn’t find a studio right away, they could at least convert a small office into one. If they outgrew it, they outgrew it, but now, they had to think small and cheap.

And then there was Angel. He was honestly swept up in everyone getting to work so quickly that he forgot he had a job to do as well. Angel was quickly overwhelmed by his current position–but rather than distract anyone, he simply went out for a cigarette. He pulled out a cigarette and took a drag on it, savoring the flavor. He recalled his duty–to entice investors into supporting their agency.

Angel thought back to all the times Valentino had him do the very same thing–and how much he hated it. Floating around like a cheap piece of ass just so that Valentino could get richer from his expense. Now, it seemed like he was expected to do the same thing. What did he even leave Valentino for?

That was what he was originally thinking–until Spitzers inspired him to do otherwise. Spitzers was right when he said he was the best the business had to offer–and sinners did wait on him hand and foot. But, was there really a difference between what he was doing before and what he was doing now? Of course there was.

Before, he didn’t have someone in his corner that valued him. Sure, Angel was put in charge of gathering investors again–but this time instead of feigning some interest in the investor, he could charm them with his passion for the industry. He no longer had to worry about wearing the right thing and saying the right thing to garner favor. This time, he could talk about his accomplishments within his field.

And Angel loved that about his new team.

After a lengthy smoke break, Angel hailed a taxi and got right to work. It was time that he pulled his weight around here.

Angel returned to the hotel after a long day of seeking out investors. He was exhausted having sat in reception area after reception area, having the same polite small talk, and ultimately the same conversation.

“We’re not looking to invest right now.”

“We’ve spread ourselves a bit too thin this quarter.”

“Ask us again when the economy isn’t in shambles.”

Every investor that he went to rejected him right out of the gate–and that was with his inspirational words. It seemed like no one was willing to take a chance on them. And who could blame them after what Valentino told them?

Angel heard from a loose-lipped secretary that Valentino had called all of the investors within the industry. He’d said a lot of terrible things, but all of them circled back to Angle being a traitorous slut. If Angel were honest, he’d heard Valentino say all of those things before so it really took the sting out of them when he heard them regurgitated by the secretary. He was able to shrug off the insults–but if things continued this way–the company would go under and his career, destroyed.

Angel walked over to the side of the hotel and plopped his ass down on the bench where he’d shared a bottle with Husk. He lit a cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling the pale smoke.

Tomorrow he’d have to tell everyone that he’d come up with nothing on his search for investors today. He wondered if maybe Agony should have been looking for investors. There was a chance that Valentino didn’t besmirch his reputation–his attitude towards Agony’s career was lacking before. Angel could only imagine what he thought of him after being forced to take lesser roles. He could already hear Valentino’s commentary, right after being asked about Agony’s reputation.

“What reputation?”

Angel ashed his cigarette to the side and brought it to his lips again. He sighed, and the smoke bellowed from his mouth like smog.

“That bad, huh?”

Angel looked over and his eyes met Husk, who was flicking his lighter to start up a cigarette too.

“I’ve had better, I’ve had worse,” Angel said, leaning back on the bench and crossing his leg at the knee.

Husk flicked his lighter again, his eyebrows knitting together out of frustration. He made his way toward Angel, his cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he inspected his lighter. Angel moved his legs slightly so that Husk could take a seat.

“Val had a field day,” Angel chuckled wryly, putting his cigarette in his mouth to dig in his pocket for his lighter. “My reputation’s in the toilet right now,” Angel said, his cigarette between his teeth to keep it from falling out.

Husk turned towards him, leaning his face into Angel’s. Angel went stiff with surprise, watching as Husk stopped abruptly. His heart was beating a mile a minute as he looked below him. Husk had pressed his cigarette to Angel’s and began puffing on it, trying to start his cigarette.

Angel felt his cheeks flush with heat as Husk retreated, exhaling away from them. Angel tried to calm down, averting his gaze from Husk altogether.

“You’ll just build it up again,” Husk said reassuringly. It was funny to Angel that despite his near permanent scowl, Husk was quite comforting in his own right.

Angel smiled, flicking his cigarette away. “Let’s hope you’re right,” he said, stretching for a moment. “Man, I’m bushed.”

“You drinkin’ tonight?” Husk asked.

“You pourin’ tonight?”

Husk gave him the side-eye, and Angel laughed. “I’ll hang out with you,” Angel said with a devious smile, “all you have to do is ask.”

Husk brought his cigarette to his lips as Angel leaned towards him. He repeatedly knocked into Husk with his shoulder, egging him on.

“Come on Husky, just ask me nicely and I’ll do it,” Angel cooed.

Husk flicked away his cigarette and got up.

Angel followed him towards the door, “Husky, wait, don’t you wanna hang out?”

Husk crossed the lobby with Angel in tow, both of them taking their places.

“You don’t have to get all embarrassed,” Angel said, leaning over the bar.

“I’m not embarrassed,” Husk huffed, getting to work making a cocktail.

“Ooh, watcha makin’?” Angel asked.

“What do you think?”

Angel knew the answer before Husk picked up his shaker. He watched as Husk assembled his bay breeze for what felt like the millionth time. When it was done, Husk slid it towards him and put his hands on the bar. Angel took a sip, his eyes going to Husk and giving him a small satisfied smile.

“I needed this,” Angel said happily. “Thanks Husky.”

Husk nodded, cleaning his shaker quickly.

“You’re not gonna make somethin’ for yourself?” Angel asked, moving his cocktail to the side.

Husk shrugged in response, choosing to stay quiet.

Angel got up from his stool and made his way over to Husk’s side of the bar. Husk watched him, leaning back to get out of Angel’s way as he began collecting bottles of liquor.

“What are you doin’ kid?”

“I ain’t drinkin’ alone,” Angel said matter-of-factly.

Angel assembled a Manhattan quick as a whip and handed it to Husk. Then, he plopped his ass on the bar and outstretched his own drink towards Husk. Husk chuckled, taking a few steps forward so that he was standing mere inches from Angel’s legs. Angel watched as he pressed their glasses together, a soft clink echoing in the space between them.

Husk took a sip of his Manhattan and Angel reveled in the pleased look on his face. He stirred his own cocktail with his straw, smiling to himself.

“Drunk already?” Husk asked, a sneer overtaking his face.

Angel made a face at him, “No,” he said with a faux annoyance. “I’m just happy is all.” He set his glass down to his right.

Husk took a step closer, “I thought you had a bad day,” he said while inserting himself between Angel’s legs.

“Well–

Angel inhaled sharply–suddenly very conscious of himself. He watched as Husk placed his drink on the bar to his left. Instead of stepping back–separating the two of them–Husk chose to stay, looking up and into Angel’s eyes. Their position was reminiscent of a few days ago in Angel’s room. Every ounce of confidence seeped out of Angel and he was reduced to a blushing mess.

“...you made it better,” Angel said–his voice barely above a whisper. Angel averted his eyes, embarrassment making it hard to maintain any sort of eye contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Husk said, his sneer returning. “Did you say something?” Husk tried to catch a glimpse of Angel’s face, moving with him as he turned farther away from him.

“I didn’t say anything,” Angel lied, hiding his face in his hands.

“If you tell me, I’ll make us another round,” Husk bargained, his voice light and flirty–much like Angel’s before.

Angel didn’t respond to his attempts to provoke him, moving away from Husk’s hands as they attempted to pry Angel’s hands away from his face.

Husk succeeded, peeling away Angel’s hands and holding them in his own. “You don’t have to get all embarrassed,” Husk whispered to Angel, giving him a taste of his own medicine it seemed.

“I’m not embarrassed,” Angel huffed, his cheeks telling a different story.

Husk’s eyes fell from meeting Angel’s gaze to his lips and Angel bit his bottom lip out of nervousness. Husk slowly drew his eyes upward, his eyelids lowering ever so slightly once they made eye contact again.

“It’s okay if you are,” Husk said, pulling Angel towards him, “I think it’s cute.”

Angel grabbed Husk’s face, letting his thumb stroke his cheek before they met in the middle, their mouths coming together in a soft kiss. Angel had experienced many first kisses in his lifetime–but none were like this one. From co-workers to lovers, none could compare to this…gentleness. Despite Husk’s rough exterior, his kiss was supple and warm.

Husk moved his lips against Angel’s, enveloping him in more of that heat. Angel’s hand dropped from Husk’s cheek to his neck, stroking the exposed fur there above his bowtie. And Angel felt Husk do the same, hands searching for more of him as they kissed. First, Husk’s hands slid down Angel’s forearms and soon brushed up against the tops of his thighs. They dragged lazily along the outside of his thighs, gripping them as Husk pulled Angel tighter against him.

Angel felt himself melting beneath his touch–a feeling that he was not so much surprised by as much as he was completely overcome. He sighed into Husk, his exhale escaping between them as Husk deepened their kiss. He pulled in Angel’s bottom lip, sucking it gently before quickly moving on. Angel wrapped his lower set of arms around Husk, his upper ones finding themselves twisted up in his dark fur.

Husk's right hand trailed towards Angel’s knee slowly, pulling Angel closer still and pushing his hips forward against him. Angel made a noise in the back of his throat, the movement of Husk’s hips catching him off guard. Husk reveled in it it seemed, because his kiss got progressively messier. Angel felt Husk’s tongue sweep along his bottom lip and the sensation made his heart drop to his stomach.

Angel pulled their lips apart long enough to breathe, an annoyance, yes, but a necessary one. Husk rolled his hips again and Angel continued their kiss in kind, desperate for more. Angel wrapped his legs around Husk, drawing him closer.

“Angel,” Husk managed between breaths.

“Yeah?”

Husk drew back, a trail of saliva following him as he did. Angel watched from above as he licked his bottom lip–his eyes not wavering from Angel one second. “Your phone’s been vibratin’,” Husk said, pulling it out of nowhere and handing it to Angel.

Angel palmed it quickly and looked at who was calling.

Fuck, he thought as he released Husk from his leg prison. Not that he moved.

Angel cleared his throat, “Hey,” he said in his usual happy tone.

“Angel,” Spitzers said into the receiver. “How did things go on your end?”

Angel leaned back against the bar, his bottom set of hands propping him up. “Well…” Angel trailed off, not ready to admit his defeat to the gang yet. Angel began stroking Husk’s fur absentmindedly.

“About as much luck as us then,” Spitzers sighed.

Angel knit his eyebrows together in concern. “Agony wasn’t able to get any labels on board? What about Brut?”

“Valentino sent us notice about a copyright he’d gotten regarding A Splash of Color,” Spitzers explained. “He’s claiming that since Brut worked for him during its creation, he has a legal claim to the work.”

“That’s bullshit,” Angel said, anger welling in his chest.

“Precisely, and since we don’t have the funds or time to fight him in court…” Spitzers trailed off. Angel knew what he was alluding to.

Angel said nothing for a while, his mouth suddenly dry from the sobering conversation. “What…what do we do?”

Spitzers was quiet on the other end of the phone. Then, Angel heard a struggle ensue and Agony’s voice began speaking excitedly.

“He’s so fucking dramatic,” Agony said, “Angel, we found a studio.”

Angel was hit with a flashbang. “What do you mean? Spitz was makin’ it seem like this was it for us.”

Agony groaned. “Look, it’s a lot to explain–but Spitzers heard from Jullien earlier today. He wants to negotiate a partnership.”

“What the fuck?” Angel asked excitedly, almost not believing what he heard.

“It’s too early to celebrate,” Spitzers said in the background.

“We’re taking the deal,” Brut said. “I’ll just write another script.”

“Now that we have a studio–that means we have connections to distributors and a built-in market. Whatever Brut writes up next will be our debut.”

Angel smiled into the receiver though they couldn’t see it. “Holy fuck, this is happening,” Angel said incredulously.

“Get some sleep, tomorrow we’ll be meeting at Jullien’s offices,” Spitzers said from the background.

“I will,” Angel said, his mouth hurting from smiling so much. He hung up and put his attention back on Husk.

“What was all that?” Husk asked, his position unchanging.

Angel pulled him into another kiss–savoring each second that they were joined. He leaned back, grabbing his cocktail and taking a sip. “I might still have a career,” Angel said with a giddy smile.

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I love my little children everyone is so precious -Danny

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Reg can't wait to go home. He's tapping his foot so much that his friend has to hit his knee with her quidditch magazine.

"Stop it! You're driving me mental!" She scowls.

"Sorry," Reggie replies, briefly glancing her way before sinking further into his seat.

"Tsk," Penny shakes her head, resuming her lecture. "You're squirming like there's a niffler in your pants."

Penny and Reg have been friends for a year and a half. They met during their first potions class and have been inseparable since. Penny is a Slytherin, and she reminds him of Mel a lot. She was the only kid who stood up for him when McLaggen started to harass him.

Penny's a muggle-born, so she didn't understand why everyone was so intimidated by David's last name and had no problem telling him off. She's obsessed with becoming a head girl one day, so she has no patience for arrogant people. Sometimes, when something upsets her—like right now—it's very hard to look her in the eye. She's got the darkest eyes Reg has ever seen. It's scary.

He loves her though, they're similar in many ways. Penny likes to tease him saying that it's the Black blood in him, but she doesn't joke about that often, Reg doesn't find it very funny.

"You know, you have no reason to worry," he says, knowing that's part of her current grumpy mood. "My family will love you more than they love me."

"Tsk," Penny clicks her tongue again and wrinkles her nose. She's not a talkative girl, but she's very straightforward when she talks. "Don't be daft. Your family worships you."

Reg grins. His face is much lovelier when he smiles, or that's what the classmates who have a crush on him always say. "Well, your family worships you too, so you have no right to mock me."

Penny says nothing, but she smiles a little. She was adopted two years prior to finding out she was a witch, and her muggle parents received the news pretty well. Reg's met her parents, and they treat her like she's made of angel dust.

"Don't try to cheer me up by being condescending, that's what I'm saying. I'd appreciate it better if you were honest."

"I'm being honest," he raises a brow. "You underestimate how my mum and sister feel about strangers. But you'll know what I mean once we—"

The door to their compartment opens and Reg's guts tangle as soon as he locks eyes with David McLaggen. The boy is looking at him with a lopsided smirk.

"What?" Reg scowls.

"Just came to drop a dung in its rightful place."

One of his friends drags forward two smaller forms, Reg's blood boils as soon as he spots the kids behind the older Gryffindors.

"Layla!" Penny gasps. "Finn!"

"What did you do to them?" Reg stands up and elbows the older kids out of the way to examine his friends.

"We didn't do anything," David snorts, already walking away. "Ask them—while you're at it tell them to never try something like that again, or next time we won't be so generous."

Penny and Reg carry the second-years inside their compartment. Layla, a second-year Gryffindor, is wet from head to toe and smells like she took a dive inside a dumpster. Finn, second-year Ravenclaw, is also wet, but he's more awake than Layla and he's fuming.

"I'm going to drown you in Granpa's pond as soon as we get there, Layla," he growls, pulling the cloak off his body grumpily.

"What happened?" Reg questions.

"This idiot happened!" Finn points at his cousin in outrage. "Layla tried to get your book back!"

Penny and Reg look at the blonde girl with matching scowls. "I told you to drop it," the boy says.

Layla mumbles something, but she's too out of it.

Penny scoffs and draws out her wand. "Rennervate!"

Layla sits up gasping, she coughs and gawks when the smell around her hits her nose. "I... ew! Is that the dungbomb?"

"You dropped it when David disarmed you," Finn throws his wet cloak at her. "Leon told you to forget it— and yet you went and did it, you absolute—"

"Can someone tell me the whole story?" Reg huffs, pulling the wet cloak off Layla's head. "You! Start talking!"

Layla coughs again, she holds her nose as she explains. "Your mother gave you that book! He has no right to steal it!"

"It's a stupid book," Reg scolds her. "I can buy another copy, it's not a big deal."

"It's a family heirloom!"

Reg rolls his eyes. "Honestly, Lay, that prat's doing me a favour. I bet Mum was half-hoping I'd lose the book, she's too sentimental to admit they're a waste of space."

"Books aren't a waste of space!" Penny argues. "If you find them inconvenient, I'll ask her if I can take some with me before I leave, you're a spoiled wanker."

Finn flushes at Penny's language, but Reg chortles and pats the girl's arm. "Be my guest."

"I just wanted to help..." Layla mumbles in a nosey voice.

Now that the shock of seeing his friends in trouble is over, Reg softens. "I appreciate it, mate, but you're a lousy dueller, you should leave that stuff to me and Finn."

"Precisely what I said," Finn scoffs, trying to dry his pitch-black hair.

"If I don't practice I'll never learn," Layla disputes.

"When we said you should practice, we meant joining the duelling club, you twat!" Finn responds.

"Stop it, she's learned her lesson," Penny sighs. "Right, Lay?"

The girl glances up at Reg with a guilty expression. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, I appreciate the effort. But a book is really not worth it."

Her bright green eyes fill with relief, and then her expression shifts entirely. She turns to her cousin and hits his arm. "You were supposed to back me up!"

"Ouch! How was I—Stop hitting me! How was I supposed to back you up against a bunch of fourteen-year-olds!"

While Layla and Finn bicker, Reg can't help but think of Emily Flint. He really can't wait to get home.

Mel promised she'd pick up her brother from the train station. Somehow the news spread and now there was a whole army of children around her eager to see their friend after six months apart.

"Mel! Mel!" Elizabeth Flint squealed. "Is it true Reggie's bringing a friend from school?"

"Yeah. You've heard of heard, Penny, haven't you?"

"She's a Slytherin like our dad!" Emily piped in, full of excitement.

"That's right," Mel nodded, adjusting little Lily in her arms. "Kids, has anyone seen Harry?"

"Here!" Harry had their twins held one on each side, both four-year-olds were quite squirmish and he was struggling to keep them steady. "Where's Matty?"

Mel glanced around and spotted her two-year-old son calmly seated on the bench a few feet away from them, holding onto Teddy's hand while the oldest Lupin animatedly talked to Victoire and Dominique.

"The train's coming! Mel! The train's coming!" Elizabeth tried to run forward, but Emily caught her by the back of her jumper.

"Calm down, Lizzy, he'll come to us," she reminded her.

Mel was almost as excited as Lizzy. Her brother was growing at an alarming speed, and although he was no longer the little kid she used to scold for dipping his hair under the faucet's stream, he still was a young boy, and she wanted to enjoy him before he grew up and away from them.

Once the children started to pour out of the train, Mel spotted the auburn tuft of her brother's fluffy hair surrounded by a couple of children. He was playfully holding Finn Maverick's head while the boy kept elbowing him trying to escape his grip.

Layla Bach was orbiting the two boys trying—and failing—to join the fight. They were purposefully keeping her at a safe distance from their wrestling. She reminded Mel of Neville Longbottom, though definitely way more hyper and extroverted.

Reg then looked up and locked eyes with Mel, his face lighting up when he recognized all the children surrounding her and Harry. He let go of Finn and said goodbye to him and Layla, then grabbed Penny and dragged her all the way to where his family was waiting.

"Reggie!" Elizabeth shouted, escaping Emily and wrapping her arms around Regulus's middle.

In a matter of seconds, Reg disappeared under the weight of nine excited children who were beyond happy to have their friend back. Mel laughed at the scene, even her twins had joined the avalanche, hugging their young uncle and struggling not to topple under the strength of the older kids.

"You must be Penny," Harry spoke.

Mel gave a start, the little girl had been so quiet she'd forgotten Reg had brought her along. Harry remembered how he felt the first time Ron invited him to stay over at his place. She was a muggle-born, and meeting a family of wizards and witches was nerve-wracking.

"Hi!" Mel eyed the girl with loads of interest, after all, this was her brother's best friend.

Penny had dark skin, curly dark hair, beautiful dark eyes and was a head taller than Regulus. She was looking at Mel with reverence, which made her a little anxious.

"It's so nice to meet you," Penny was holding her quidditch magazine tightly against her chest. "Leon has told me loads about you."

"He's told us loads about you too," Mel beamed, nudging Harry. "C'mon, Glasses."

He searched in his pocket and pulled out a bag of sweets. "Merry Christmas, Penny. The kids insisted on giving you this as a way to welcome you to their group."

Victoire pushed through and took the bag of sweets from Harry's hands. "Hi, Penny! We're Reggie's friends, which means we're your friends!"

Penny was eyeing the bag with genuine surprise. A second kid untangled from the group hug. "Hi!" Ted Lupin tripped over his own foot and almost knocked over the bag of sweets from Victoire's hand. "Sorry, Vicky! Hi, I'm Teddy!"

"Hullo," Penny cleared her throat. "You're a lot of kids."

"And these aren't all!" Mel replies happily. "You'll get used to it, Penny."

"Let's go get your trunks," Harry suggested, sensing Penny would need a moment to process all the new faces.

"Wait—Where's mum?" Reg pushed his way out of the hug, picking up Matthew and carrying him like a teddy bear.

"She had lots of work at the Scamander Sanctuary, but she prepped my old room for Penny to sleep in."

Penny blushed when she heard this, staying in Mel Dumbledore's former bedroom was a dream come true.

"But she's going to sleep with me!" Reg asked, sounding bossy.

"She can't sleep with you, she's a guest," Emily scowled. "What kind of host are you?"

Reg snorted, poking the nine-year-old's cheek teasingly. "She can if she wants to! I've got no problem with it. What about you, Pen?"

"I want to sleep in my own bed, though," Penny admitted confidently. "I don't like sharing a bed."

Reg frowned. "Is it because Layla said my feet are smelly? That was one time—"

Mel laughed and pushed the boy forward, interrupting their conversation. "C'mon, children, we should get going."

Harry was already in bed, reading through a file from work. Mel jumped under the sheets and snatched the papers out of his hand.

"Hey!" He tried to take them back. "Give them back here, it's work!"

She hit the top of his head with the file. "What the bloody hell are you doing reading awful things before bed? It's going to give you nightmares!"

The young man chuckled, trying to keep her from hitting him again. "It's alright..."

"It's late," Mel dropped the file and then sat on his lap. "Christmas is in two days. Please, stop thinking about work."

She cupped his cheek, and Harry leaned into her touch, kissing her wrist. "Have I told you lately..." he began, pulling her closer by the waist. "That I love you?"

"Flattery won't work, Glasses," she grinned. "You're almost thirty, you should know better."

Harry rolled over and pulled her close under him. "I'm just asking a question!" He leaned in and kissed her neck. "You still look after me... and I love you for it," he kissed her cheek. "And you look after our kids, and spoil the rest," he smirked. "We'll need a bigger car if you keep taking them everywhere."

"I can't say no to them, I love them so much," Mel pouted. "And someday they'll grow up, won't be as adorable—and they only like to come when Reg is here."

Harry lifted himself up to look at her. "I'm glad they all welcomed Penny so easily, she's a nice girl."

"She is," Mel held his face, she kept stroking his beard lovingly. "And his other friends look really nice too. I'm glad Reg's got good mates, I was so worried when he sent that letter about McLaggen, Uncle Lu said that he's constantly harassing him..."

"Reg's a natural leader," Harry shrugged, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "McLaggen's a prat just like his uncle, he probably sees your brother as a threat—"

"My brother is twelve and he's fourteen!"

"David's family isn't exactly the best and brightest, right?" Harry continued with amusement. "And to be fair, Reg acts and sounds way older."

"Well, he grew up surrounded by adults. Reggie was already running around on his own when Teddy was barely old enough to stand. He's used to getting things done by himself, and doing more for others," Mel sighed. "He's a great boy, pestered by the not-so-great."

Harry kissed her forehead. "He can take care of it, so don't smother him."

Mel glared at him, it gave Harry a pleasant shiver, it reminded him of a younger version of his wife, the one he loved to tease just to see that expression.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," she poked his ribs. "I know how annoying I can be—"

"I'm just saying—"

Harry's speech was interrupted by a flying pillow. Mel stifled her laughter, rolling over to escape his retaliation.

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