Soot's Rabbit [Schrodinger's Cat]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 he's not just a man, mom.. ´ˎ˗

Luke Castellan x Fem!Athena!Reader Synopsis: Reader has a special bond with both Luke and her godly mother, so when Luke joins Kronos, her head starts spinning in confusion on what to do anymore Warning(s): angst. and uh swears ig Word Count: 4314 A/N: I was inspired from a Tumblr post that was inspired from that one Gilmore girls scene😛😛 the post, I mixed in some show and book moments, sometimes just can't decide what hit harder. love them both💔 ugh why did I yap?? Part 2

You and Luke were perfect for one another. Like two pieces to the same puzzles. You were childhood sweethearts and everyone knew it. If you told yourself a couple months ago what had happened, you would've laughed so hard your lungs might've collapsed. This was not a happy ending, though it could've been.

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It was an average summer evening at camp half-blood. Normally you'd be busy helping Annabeth prepare for capture the flag, but she insisted on doing it herself. She always thought it would help prove herself more and more to your mother, Athena. You and your mom are quite close, you both talk a lot. You make sure to tell Annabeth that she already has faith in her, but she still feels the need to do this, maybe it'll help her get the quest she's been dreaming of.

Since you're close with your mother, Athena also knows of your long-lasting relationship with Luke, the Hermes head counselor. At first she didn't approve, she thought her daughter could do better than a son of the god of thieves, but she knew she couldn't change it so she let it go. Well sorta, she always gives a slight diss about it every now and then.

Now it was the day of capture the flag, and you had the newcomer Percy Jackson on your team. Annabeth whisked him away as part of her plan while you and Luke fended off the rest of red team. And for the fourth year in a row, your team won at capture the flag. You and Luke were celebrating with the rest of Athena and Hermes cabin, when you heard yelling from behind you.

"What is wrong with you?!" You turned around to see that a cut up and bleeding Percy was yelling at Annabeth for pushing him into the water. As he stood up, you and everyone around you noticed that his cuts began to heal, but before you could question it a symbol appeared above his head. A trident.

"Poseidon," announced Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

All the campers in the surrounding area stood in shock, but congratulated Percy non the less. You stood there with a big smile, happy he was claimed after spending the entire day before being somewhat of a, well, failure at all camp activities.

"Luke! Percy got claimed isn't that amazing-" You turned to look at your boyfriend, but didn't see him smiling the way everyone else was. His expression seemed different. It was a look of curiosity beyond him being a child of the big three, more as if Luke seemed.. upset? He had a grudging smile hanging off his lips, you were confused but shrugged it off.

The next day at around 10AM you were sitting with Annabeth as she raves to you about how she's finally found the one. And by the one, she means that Percy ended up picking her to go on the quest with him. Annabeth goes on telling you about the quest, about how she has to recover Zeus' lightning bolt before the solstice in a week, she sounds excited but you can tell she's nervous.

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock at your door. You turned and saw your handsome boyfriend, Luke, coming to pick you up.

"Mind if I steal her away for a little?" Luke asked as he smiled at your little sister. She just sighed.

"Fine, bring her back at a reasonable time though. Last time you brought her home at 2AM half the cabin woke up." You and Luke started laughing.

"Annie you were the only one awake," you leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, "I'll be back soon to say goodbye." And the two of you were off.

Whenever the both of you had free time like this you two would head off to the strawberry fields. There aren't always many campers by the fields at once, so you and Luke would just grab and bunch and walk around through the forest before they noticed the missing strawberries. Most campers don't go there for the fear of monsters, but with Luke being the best sword fighter this camp has ever seen in years, you liked your odds. You guys decided to sit by where Percy had gotten claimed the day before, the sound of the ocean is just so calming.

"The Demeter kids really know what there doing with these strawberries," Luke groaned as he took a bite out of one of them.

"I think its in there job description," you both just chuckled and continued enjoying not just the strawberries but each others company. Not many opportunities for being alone lately. Then you remembered the look on Luke's face when Percy got claimed. Why wasn't he happy for him after all the time he spent helping him get claimed just the day before?

"Hey Luke, can I ask you something?" You yourself weren't sure if you should bring it up, but something in your gut was telling you too.

"Of course, you can ask me anything."

"Well, yesterday when Percy got claimed, how did you feel about it?"

"Hmm? I was happy for him, sucks he's gonna have to stay in that cabin all alone though. Why do you ask?"

"Yeah.. well I don't know when I turned to you, you just seemed kind of upset?"

"What? Why would I be upset?" Luke started smiling like you were crazy. Hey, maybe you were just seeing things.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just going crazy. Oh what would my mother think of her legacy losing her marbles," you giggled to yourself and turned to Luke, he was laughing but it felt like the mention of your mom hit a nerve. He knows she isn't his biggest fan so that's probably it. You both moved on and continued like normally till the lunch bell went off, which was your sign to start heading back. You both split up and sat at your cabins table with this rest of your siblings.

"Hey Annie," you greeted as you sat in the seat next Annabeth.

"Hey your back," she smiled. "I'm leaving after lunch."

"Better make this lunch count, you're probably not gonna have so many good ones out on the road," you joked. You're not really joking though. You remember back on the times when you and Luke were on the road with barely enough to eat, not fun times. You stopped thinking about it and continued to send your last moments with your dear sister before she goes off her on her dangerous quest. Please gods, mom, let her come back safe. You both finished up and walked over to your cabin and helped her finish packing up.

"I gotta go pick up Percy now."

"I'm coming with you? I'm spending all the time I can with you before Percy and Grover take you away from meee." Annabeth just rolled her eyes at you (you could still see her smile though) as you both walked over to the Poseidon cabin. When you walked in you saw Luke talking with Percy. He was giving him something.

"Hey Percy, watchu got there?" You asked as you leaned on the door frame.

"Some.. converse? Pretty cool.." He looked to Luke to see if he got it right, you just smiled knowing what the shoes really were.

"Maia," Luke said, and the shoes grew some wings.

"Yup, pretty cool shoes." Luke smirked and the two boys stood up and started walking toward the door. Percy stood next to Annabeth and you leaned in and gave them both a hug.

"Come back safe you two," you looked Percy up and down, "no funny business either."

"Haha very funny, we're not like you and Luke," Annabeth rolled her eyes, AGAIN.

"Roll your eyes at me again and they'll get stuck like that." Percy decided to stay silent, which you thought was funny. And just like that, they were off.

You pretended to wipe a tear from your eye, "They grow up so fast," You turned to Luke who was smiling down at you. You couldn't help yourself and just threw your arms around him and kissed him.

As you days went on, you still had that nagging feeling in your gut that something was off. But this time you just decided to ignore it. Questioning Luke got you no where so maybe you were just overthinking it.

The night before the trio was supposed to return, you were instantly pulled into a dream. You were standing back in the spot that you and Luke went to regularly by the water. Except it wasn't any normal dream, it was a demigod dream. And how did you know? You were currently standing next to your mother, Athena.

"Hey mom." You waved, she just nodded back.

"Hello Y/N."

"Soo.. what's up?" Normally you wouldn't be shocked of her appearing in a dream, but this time she had an extra amount of seriousness clouding her features as she continued to stare at the ocean.

"That Luke of yours, he seems off doesn't he?" You wanted to deny it, but you knew she was right. You couldn't help but just nod. "You get your instincts from me you know. I'd take it as disrespect for you to not trust them."

"But mom, I don't even know what it is that's bothering me. What am I supposed to do? Question him from a look I'm not even sure was on his face?"

"If you're not sure, why's it still bothering you?" You went silent, she was right. Mother knows best.

"You've never liked him, is that it?" You accused.

"Excuse me but this isn't a matter of me liking your little boyfriend, it's a matter of whats at stake right now. You saw the look on his face when that forbidden kid was revealed. And what was with that gift, hmm?" Athena was saying so much yet so little at the same time. This is one of the few times you've felt so useless, and it just had to be in front of your mother.

"I-" You looked down at your feet, ".. mom can't you just give me a clue, just once can you help me out here."

"You know us gods can't interfere," she stared daggers at you, and you started getting nervous, more than you already were at least. "I know you're smarter than this" It suddenly dawned on you what she was accusing Luke of, but you know he wouldn't do that, right?

You looked back at her, "He wouldn't."

"You really believe that?" You faltered for a moment.

"Of.. of course I do." Your mom just closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I thought you were smarted than this. I can't believe this boy has left you so blind." And with that, Athena and the setting around you started to disappear. You tried reaching out, trying to say that you are smart, but everything went black.

You shot up from your bed in a cold sweat, you were panting heavily. You turned over to check your alarm.

[6AM]

You looked around to see everyone still asleep. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep so you just went to go take a shower, wash off all the sweat and think. When you hopped in you just stood there under the water. You couldn't shake the conversation you had with your mother. Luke hadn't left you blind. You've known him for years, you knew him better than anyone. Especially better than Athena.

You got out and got ready for the day. This was the day Annabeth, Percy, and Grover were supposed to return. You tried to think on that instead, the positive. You hoped it was positive at least. It was now around 7:30AM, yes you took that long getting ready, what about it? You had a lot of thinking to do in the shower, and cool enough this was also the time Luke wakes up. You made your way to the Hermes cabin, watching the early birds, or Apollo cabin, sit around making haikus (every now and then they'd make a good one).

You snuck your way into the Hermes cabin, seeing everyone was still asleep. You tip-toed over to your boyfriends bed and kneeled down beside his bed, faces leveled together.

"Hey," you started to softly shake him awake, "Luke wake up." You made sure to whisper so no one around would also wake up. Luke started to stir awake. He softly groaned and rubbed his eyes before opening then. "Hey there gorgeous," you winked.

He chuckled and whispered back, "Hey beautiful." Morning voice is actually so hot. Luke sat up and pulled you up and into bed with him. You tried not giggle too loud as you snuggled closer to him. You were so close you were breathing in his scent. And there it was again, your gut feeling telling you something was wrong. After that conversation with your mom the feeling just got even worse.

"Luke," you laid on you stomach directly next to Luke, who was laying on his back, "aren't you excited? Percy, Annabeth and Grover come back today." You smiled, and so did Luke, but his smile didn't reach his eyes the way they normally do. What's up with him?

"Yup, excited to see them again." Morning voice didn't sound as hot when he didn't sound that happy to see them as he said he was.

"You don't sound that excited."

"What?"

"Luke are you hiding something?" He shifted for a split second, like he wasn't expecting such a question.

"From you? No, never." You felt uneasy, but what could you even do at this point. You can't go ballistic over an instinct.

"Fine, but you should really brush your teeth."

"You woke me up?"

You just laughed and got up from Luke's bed as he left to go get ready, and brush his teeth from that deadly breathe of his. When he walked out the bathroom in his classic orange camp Half-Blood t-shirt, you knew it was time to head out for breakfast.

As the day went on, you were anticipating the arrival of your fellow campers, mostly your sister. You loved her dearly and missed having her around. Despite her being a few years younger, she was one of your best friends. And finally she was back, and without hesitation you ran up to her and pulled her into a hug.

"Annie, you're safe!" You hugged her tightly as you both swung side to side.

"You crushing me," She groaned and you pulled away holding by the shoulders.

"You survived the underworld, you can survive my hugs." You looked around then noticed something. "Wait, where's Percy?" Annabeth looked a little worried.

"We found the master bolt despite it being past deadline. Percy went to give it back alone."

"Kids ballsy," you scoffed. "Or he has a massive death wish." Annabeth laughed softly but you could tell she was nervous. "Hey you guys made it this far, he'll be fine." She just nodded and looked up and you.

"So, wanna hear about the quest?"

"Uh, duh? And don't think mom didn't tell me about the tunnel of love." Annabeth tried looking at you with her intimidating face that read 'shut up or else' but it doesn't work out very well when she's blushing. "She said and I quote 'get your sister away from that reckless water boy'," you quoted while waving around your finger, Annabeth just groaned loudly and walked off with you laughing as you followed behind her.

Annabeth started explaining the story. Clarisse was the lightning thief? Ares covering for her would make sense but you don't know, something didn't add up.

"Yeah we called Chiron but Luke answered, he said he'd tell Chiron about it." Why didn't you know about this? And you knew Chiron definitely didn't either, so what the hell? You were cut from your thoughts when you heard cheering outside. You and Annabeth ran outside and saw Percy walking back to camp. You turned and saw Annabeth eyes go wide and run up to Percy, you saw her whisper something but didn't think much of it and went over to Luke, who was also watching the scene.

"Isn't it cool he made it back" You asked Luke.

"Amazing." Percy and Annabeth were now walking by you two, gesturing for you to follow them, which you did. As you looked over to Luke.

"Why didn't you tell me the Lightning thief was Clarisse." He swallowed.

"Oh, just slipped my mind." And he flashed you that smile of his, it doesn't looked as genuine any more. And now you four were standing in an empty Hermes cabin conspiring. You just zoned out of the conversation. Mom, please, this is the first time I wished you were wrong. Don't hold it against me.

Luke disappeared for a little bit, and to our understanding it was to inform Chiron of who the thief really was. Then, he disappeared with Percy into the woods. You were a little nervous, Luke made a new sword, Backbiter, made of both celestial bronze and steel. Hopefully there sparring would be fine.

Oh how wrong you were.

While alone in your cabin, you were organizing the mess of books when you saw Luke rushing through the doors.

"Luke are you okay, why the rush?"

"We need to talk." You were confused, but weirdly felt sweat a single drop of sweat fall from the back of your neck.

"Of course, whats up?" You said as you slid the last book onto the bookshelf and turned toward Luke.

"Remember our quest together, all that darkness and the monsters growing stronger. Don't you think all this is useless. How we're just pawns for the gods in this silly game they should've been over thrown from years ago-" Luke was rambling.

"Luke.. slow down. What are you saying? What do you mean over thrown?"

"I mean, the only reason their still around is for us, and even then they still don't treat us with the respect we deserve."

"Luke, that's our parents you're talking about. They're trying their best."

“That’s supposed to make me love them? They're killing the world and don't even seem to care. We need to start over, that's what he's been telling me in my dreams."

"Luke, what the hell are you talking about, whose 'he?'"

"Kronos." Your eyes widened, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. this couldn't be true.

"Luke, he's brainwashing you."

"No he's not. He's opening my eyes to the truth. In all the time I've been here, my dad sent me on one quest, a quest that's already been done. And I come back with this!" He angrily pointed at the scar on his face. "And all I got was pity. That's when he started speaking to me. That's where I got the ideas."

Your mouth went dry and your knees started to wobble, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "You.. you stole the master bolt and Hades' helm, didn't you."

"And it was so easy, the gods are so full of themselves they wouldn't ever believe that someone would steal from them. And ares wouldn't have been easier to turn on my side." You didn't even recognize the man standing in front of you anymore.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Well, I can't continue keeping secrets from my dear girlfriend. I'm here to take you with me. Your beautiful brain is the last piece I need."

You wanted to cry. The thought was tempting. You saw how kids got ignored, how the unclaimed flooded the Hermes cabin, how most kids never hear from their parents, and how kids of minor gods don't even have cabins. You loved Luke with all your heart, you didn't want to leave him. You knew your choice.

"Luke, this is wrong. You have to know you can't just over throw the gods. They are your family."

"You're the brainwashed one here Y/N, you have to be if you can't see I'm right." He turned for the door, but you caught his wrist.

"You can't start a war like this. So many people will lose their lives." You were pleading with him. He turned to face you.

"It's the only way the gods notice, I have to go now. Last chance, are you coming with me or not." Tears were threatening to escape your eyes.

"You know I can't. I can't betray my mother." Tears were falling from your eyes, and you saw one fall from Luke's as well. He leaned and kissed you deeply and pulled away.

"Then this is goodbye." He rushed out your cabin and left you in tears. That was the last kiss you'd ever have with him. He was so gone and you didn't think you could bring him back. And that's when Annabeth came running and yelling.

"Percy's in the infirmary close to death, hurry!"

And so you wiped your tears and hurried. And there he was, a greenish grayish color with a lump on his hand.

"What the hell happened to him?" You asked worriedly.

"Looks like a pit scorpion bite, we won't know more till he wakes up." Chiron said.

Annabeth turned over to Chiron, "So did you interrogate Clarisse?"

"And why would I do that?" Chiron asked.

"What are you talking about, didn't Luke tell you she's the lightning thief?" Annabeth said.

"No he didn't," they both turned to you, looking more confused than ever. "He didn't snitch on Clarisse because it wasn't her. Luke's working for Kronos." You voice was cracking and Annabeth and Chiron both exchanged looks of worry.

"Here we are again." Percy said. Annabeth turned around and called him an idiot, ah. Young love. You feel bitter now but whatever.

"Percy. Explain everything now." And he did. He explained Luke's plan, the same one he explained to you, and how he said Percy couldn't be there and had the pit scorpion sting him. You then explained how he tried to recruit you and was now gone to who knows where. It went silent.

"I need to be alone." You excused yourself and went running to your cabin. The second you made it to your ned you collapsed and you immediately sobbing. This was Luke, your Luke, and now suddenly he was working with Kronos?? You just couldn't believe it.

As weeks went on, you became worse. You can never bring yourself to leave your bed unless absolutely necessary. Your friends and family around you started getting worried, they tried so much but nothing seems to work. At camp, you were the sweet older sister people came to for advice, now you were the girl who could barely say three or more words at a time. It got harder when Annabeth left, normally when she's gone the head counselor job would be handed to you. Of course, now that can't happen in your state. You're losing sleep and couldn't be bothered to make your self look presentable.

After about three months, you put yourself to sleep and you were pulled right back into a dream. You were standing in your special spot with Luke, and how bad you wanted to wake up but you couldn't. It was your mother who brought you back here.

"He's never coming back you know." You could barely cry, your eyes were dry. You stood there without saying anything. "I knew I never trusted him."

"Yeah because you always have to be right about everything don't you?"

"You better watch how you speak to me." Athena glared down at you, normally you'd be scared but you couldn't care less right now.

"Why, whats the point? Why are you even here? To what, rub it in my face that you were right about Luke?"

"I'm here to talk some sense into you. You're a daughter of Athena, you should be thinking with your brain, not your emotions. Yet that's the problem, you're not thinking clearly. Your ruining yourself over some guy."

"Mom," your voice was cracking. "please."

"Please what? You're grown enough to know right from wrong. Luke was just a man, nothing more nothing less." And somehow, some tears started to flow.

"No he wasn't," your voice was barely higher than a whisper.

"Speak up, you know how I feel about mumbling."

"He was more than just a man, mother," you were just barely yelling.

"Oh really, what are you saying to me? That a man who can so easily betray the gods and everything you stand for is the man for you? The love of your life? The man you would've married and had a family with?" Athena's words dripped with condescension, and it made your blood boil.

"You know what, yeah. He is, or was, or whatever. And I don't care what you have to say about it. Any future advice you have? Keep it." You were now yelling.

"Watch yourself, you might regret this. No daughter of mine will speak to me like this."

"No mother treats her daughter like her emotions don't matter, you just see me as another pawn to do your bidding. Get me out of this stupid fucking dream. NOW!" You demanded.

Athena looked at you with a face you couldn't decipher, before letting you go. The dream went black and you shot up awake just like the last time. Athena opened your eyes, just not in the way she hoped. What you knew? She didn't care about your emotions, just your ability to carry out her duties. Luke was right, and it pained you. You didn't know what to do, or who to stand with anymore.

UNHOLY — S. Rogers

pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers

warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.

a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.

disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.

soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.

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It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.

Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room. 

«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest. 

«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.

Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.

Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.

His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister. 

With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»

«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.

«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..

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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.

«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.

«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself. 

«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued. 

«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.

«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.

«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.

«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.

«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»

«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.

It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.

He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.

«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.

That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.

«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.

«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.

«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.

Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.

Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.

«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon. 

«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.

«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.

«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.

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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.

«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.

«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.

«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.

«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.

«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.

«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.

«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.

«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.

«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.

«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»

«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.

«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.

«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.

«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room. 

«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.

«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.

«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.

«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.

Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.

The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.

«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her. 

«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back. 

«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.

With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.

«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.

«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.

His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.

«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.

«What did you call me?» he said stopping.

«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.

«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.

«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.

«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.

«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.

As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.

«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.

«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.

«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.

«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.

She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing. 

«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.

«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.

Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck. 

He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.

As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.

Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.

Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.

«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.

«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.

Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.

Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.

Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.

«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»

Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.

They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.

Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.

Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.

Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.

From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.

Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.

She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.

«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.

«Say it, then.» she responded.

«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.

«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.

«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.

«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.

«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.

«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.

«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.

«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.

«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.

His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.

It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.

He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.

«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.

«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.

«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.

Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.

She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.

To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

[…]

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

[…]

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

[…]

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.

On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.

«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.

«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.

«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.

«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.

The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.

Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.

They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?

After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.

Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.

For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.

Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.

From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.

He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.

Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.

However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin. 

And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.

When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke. 

He felt his world come crashing down on him.

He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.

«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.

«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.

«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.

«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.

«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.

«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.

«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»

She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.

All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.

«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.

«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.

After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak. 

«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.

«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.

»•» 🦋 «•«

THE SHADOW - CHAPTER ONE

summary: christine reid can only pick out a few happy memories from her childhood. most are filled with the struggles of their single, schizophrenic mother and her older, socially awkward brother trying to raise her on his own.

warnings: just a lot of sad childhood memories tbh, cursing, depressing thoughts

a/n: i’ve always loved the thought of spencer as an older brother and i hope you all enjoy this as well! it’ll get more happier as time progresses i PROMISE.

1 - CHRISTINE

APRIL 10, 1985

The Reid family had just gained a new member and Spencer was very excited to be an older brother. Instead of saying ‘goodnight’ to his mother’s stomach every evening he would now be able to say it to her face.

William Reid took his eldest son’s hand and walked him to the delivery room. Diana grinned when they entered the room and adjusted her hold on the swaddled newborn, waving her son over to her side. Immediately he lunged onto the bed and clung to her neck in a hug.

“Be careful, Spencer,” William reprimanded.

Diana smiled, “Oh, he’s fine, Bill.”

“What did you name her?” The wide-eyed four year old asked.

She hugged her son close, “Christine,”

The little boy grinned wildly and peered over her shoulder at the babe. She slept soundly, eyes closed with soft, little snores. He wanted to wake her up so badly and see her eyes; tell her he loved her and that he was so excited to show her his collection of state quarters.

Diana turned to him, “You’re a big brother, Spence!”

He giggled, “Can I hold her?”

“Not until you’re seated,” William said, “You have to be careful with babies.”

Spencer nodded slowly, “Okay, I can do that, daddy.”

Quickly he hopped off the hospital bed and clambered onto the couch next to it. William took Christine from Diana’s arms, a warm smile crossing his features as he looked down at her.

Spencer was nearly jumping out of his seat in anticipation when William brought her over. He shot Spencer a glare and he stopped swinging his legs immediately. Carefully he laid the baby in Spencer’s small lap, making sure both of his arms were around her securely.

“Now, don’t touch her face or anything, okay? Babies can get germs that they can’t handle,” he said sternly.

Spencer sat in silence, eyes studying her face very carefully. A small gasp escaped him as she opened her eyes, staring back at him. She shared the same eye color as him and it delighted him to no end. His mouth hung open in awe of her and Diana couldn’t help but start to cry.

William stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand finding his wife’s and giving it a delicate squeeze.

“Christine. . .” Spencer whispered.

Her tiny hands latched around his own small finger, squeezing tightly. Spencer smiled down at her, nearly bursting with excitement at the gesture.

“She loves you a lot already, Spence!” Diana squealed.

“Can I teach her how to play solitaire when we get home?”

William chuckled, “She’s not quite ready for that type of game yet, son.”

Spencer frowned, “Well, it’s not that hard. . .”

Diana sighed, “My smart boy, someday you can.”

Christine yawned and blinked her hazel eyes sleepily, but her hold on Spencer’s finger did not move. He slowly slipped his hand over hers and held it tightly, “Christy has the same color eyes as me, mommy!”

William turned to smile at his wife and placed a loving kiss on her cheek, “I’m really proud of you, Di.”

She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, “This is perfection.”

- - -

As Christine grew it was clear to the family that she was not intellectually gifted like Spencer. As a young toddler she was happy and loved to be outdoors digging in the dirt and climbing trees while her brother stayed inside reading or conducting science experiments. While he tried desperately to get her to participate in the activities he liked, she just didn’t care that much.

Not even Diana could interest her in reading children’s books that often. William spent as much time as he could teaching her how to play sports and encouraging the physical energy that she had so much of. He even let her “manage” the youth baseball team he coached for.

Not long after she turned six was when the arguments started. She would stay up late at night, huddled by her bedroom door listening to whatever bits of the arguments she could hear. Most of it was adult talk that she didn’t understand.

“I think mom and dad hate each other,”

Spencer day across from her by the door, “They won’t divorce, they can’t.”

“What does d-di, di-“

“Divorce,”

“Yeah, that, what does that mean?”

Spencer looked to the floor and hugged his knees to his chest, “It’s a legal dissolution of marriage.”

“What?” She asked with furrowed brows.

“When moms and dads decide not to live together anymore.” He whispered.

Christine’s eyes widened with tears and her bottom lip began to quiver, “Mommy and daddy are devicing?”

Spencer sighed, “Divorcing, and I didn’t say they were, Christy.”

“Do you think they will? Because they yell at each other?” She asked as tears began to trail down her cheeks.

Spencer hated it when Christine cried because it made him cry, too.

He looked away from her, “I don’t know,”

She threw herself onto him and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder violently. He jumped at the contact and tried to wriggle out of her hold.

He hated hugs. He hated touch.

“D-Don’t do that, Christy,” he pulled her off and gripped her shoulders, “I don’t like hugs.”

- - -

She was seven years old when William left.

Diana couldn’t take good care of herself, leaving Christine and Spencer to become independent children of their own.

Every morning he packed her lunch, made her breakfast, and made sure she got on the bus safely. Then he would walk himself to the high school and escape his chaotic life at home.

She made the basketball and softball team at school his senior year of high school (at age twelve.). He would wait at the school library for her practices to end and walk home with her. Oftentimes he sent her upstairs so he could check on his mother, never knowing what state she would be in when they got home.

Christine did not connect with her mother as much as Spencer did and to be honest, she missed their father more than anything. As the years went by he never sent birthday cards, never called and never stopped in to say hello.

Spencer and Diana had a bond that Christine wished she had. It seemed to her that their mother favored her older brother’s company instead of hers. She hated reading the boring literature she used to teach, she didn’t understand it nor cared to listen to it.

She hated the attention her prodigy-brother received. It was always about him and his wonderful intelligence. He won awards for nearly everything academic-related whereas Christine was just. . .average.

Spencer left for Cal Tech when Christine was nine years old.

For months he prepared her for a life on her own. He had personally written a book on how to handle people with their mother’s condition, which she was well-aware of by the time he graduated high school.

For most of her life they had taken care of themselves, mostly, and their mother.

She sobbed as he got in the taxi and left for the airport, her mother holding her close in the doorway. She realized that maybe she needed Spencer, maybe she did enjoy time with him.

Maybe she would really miss him.

“He’ll come back, Christine, I promise.”

“He promised he would come to some of my basketball games,” she sniffles.

Diana smiled down at her, “And I’ll be at every single one of them.”

- - -

Thirteen-year old Christine had learned to live without her older brother hovering around her constantly. She took herself to her practices and games, rarely letting her mother attend them due to her embarrassment of her.

She was an independent girl that knew how to take care of herself.

The team’s final games were approaching and her mother insisted she had to be there, though.

The first three games proved to be okay and Christine didn’t so much mind the fact that her mother was practically the cheerleader from the stands. In fact, it made her feel a little pride.

It was the semi-finals and the crowd was bigger than ever before. Christine found her mother in the crowd and something was very wrong.

Her face was pale and her eyes darted in every direction. It seemed she was shaking, but before she could say anything to her coach the buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the second quarter.

Once the buzzer sounded off for halftime was when she heard the frantic screams.

Diana fought her way through the crowded stands and tripped, her body tumbling down the bleachers. Parents and students gasped, stepping away from the screaming woman.

Christine watched from the court as her mother stood from her fall, desperately crying out for help.

A faculty member stepped forward to help her but was met with a slap in the face. Diana screamed and demanded that he not touch her.

Christine was mortified as parents held her back and eventually got her to the ground. She ran to the group of parents and tried to push her way through.

“Where’s Spencer?” She screamed at them, “You can’t keep him from me!”

It was a frenzy as the referees interfered, attempting to calm her down and calling for someone to get the police or medics.

Christine finally pushed through the parents and sat down in front of Diana, “Mom, look at me!”

Diana’s eyes were wild and unrecognizable, “Where’s Spencer?”

“He’s studying at Cal Tech, he’ll be back for Christmas break in two days.” Christine said calmly.

“You’re lying, aren’t you?” Diana shook her head, “How could you lie to me, Christine?”

She lungned at her daughter and tackled her to the ground, pinning her hands to her side as she screamed at her. Phlegm flew from her lips as she manically demanded answers from her daughter, who just lay on the floor in a daze.

It took effort to pry Diana off of her but when she did, Christine didn’t move.

She hates me.

I hate her.

And I hate Spencer.

Someone lifted her off the cold floor of the court, “Why don’t you go home, Christine, you need to be with your mom and call someone to help you.”

Like a robot she nodded her head and kept her eyes down as she walked to the locker room. She ignored the questions of her friends and coach, she couldn’t hear them through her reeling thoughts anyways.

She called Spencer from the hospital.

“Hey, Christy, is your game over already?”

“Spencer, i-it’s mom-“

“What happened?”

“She’s crazy!” Christine screamed as she left for the waiting room, “God she’s so embarrassing,”

“She isn’t crazy, Christine, you know that.”

“She freaked out at the game,” she sighed, “She hit someone, and she couldn’t remember where you were!”

There was silence on Spencer’s end.

“She called me a liar, Spencer, didn’t believe me when I told her you’d be coming home soon.” She winced at the pain from her bruised wrists, her mother could be violently aggressive during her episodes.

“Did you try the tactics I gave-“

“I did it all, but it didn’t work!”

“I’m coming home tomorrow,”

Christine laughed cynically, “Oh she’ll be absolutely thrilled that you’re coming back, her favorite child coming to save the day.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“All she ever talks about is you, it was all she could seem to think about during her freak-out. Not that I’m surprised,”

“I’m not her favorite child, Christine.”

“Bullshit,” she snarled, “It’s like I’m not even here, as if she enjoys coming to my games. She doesn’t even understand sports or care to learn about it!”

“Maybe if you spent more time with her she would!”

“I can’t because all she ever does is read from those ancient books that I do. Not. Get.”

“Sounds like you don’t understand the literature or care to learn about it, Christine.”

“Fuck off, Spencer! You know I’m not like you or mom and honestly I don’t care or want to be,” she screamed into the phone, “Don’t lecture me, okay?”

“You don’t understand mom, you never have and you’ve never taken the time to get to know her.”

“And I like it that way, she doesn’t understand me either.”

Spencer growled frustratedly, “She’s our mother! She’s sick, Christine, she needs you to be there for her and it sounds like you’re not doing a good job of it.”

“Of course I’m not, cause perfect you is the only thing she wants and I’m not good enough! I’ve never been good enough-“

“Don’t say that, you know that’s not true and that’s not what I meant-“

“I’ll see you later, Spencer. Mom’ll be overjoyed to see you.”

CHAPTER 2

THE MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

App Buddies–Brooks Rattigan

When your dad codes video games for a living, you learn to code before you learn to ride a bike. I've built and coded websites and apps since I was ten. I even built my own code when I was a freshman in high school.

I was sitting under a tree at lunch, my coding laptop in my lap. I took a bite of my apple as I waited for the algorithm to upload.

I looked up when I noticed someone standing above me. "Hey, Y/N. I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm Brooks Rattigan. We have calc together."

"I know who you are, Brooks," I said with a small smile.

"Cool," he stuttered. I waited for him to continue, but he hesitated.

"Was there something you needed?" I asked slowly.

"You're good at coding, right?"

"I guess," I shrugged.

"I could actually use your help with coding an app."

"What kind of app?" I asked, my interest peaking.

"It's to help me raise money to go to Yale," he hesitated.

"I'm gonna need a little more information than that, Brooks." I laughed.

"Right," he cleared his throat awkwardly. "You wanna come over to my house after school and help me out? I can explain it better."

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Cool," he said, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck. "Do you umm. . . I can give you the address or we could meet up after school and I can drive you."

"I drove to school, so I'll meet you there." He nodded as he tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and scribbled his address on it.

"I'll see you after school," he blushed. I nodded, nervously biting my lower lip.

Yep, I just agreed to go over to my crush's house and help him code an app. This should be interesting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I fixed my shirt before knocking. I took a shaky breath as the door opened. "Hello," an older man said. "Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N? What can I do for you?"

"Hi Mr. Rattigan," I said, my shyness taking over. "Brooks and I were supposed to work on. . ."

"Y/N?"

His dad turned around and I could see Brooks jogging down the stairs. "Dad, for crying out loud, let her in." He laughed.

"Sorry," his dad stuttered as he stepped aside, opening the door more.

"It's okay," I laughed as I stepped inside. The three of us stood there awkwardly in the doorway. His dad looked between the two of us, smiling like you'd expect a dad to smile in a situation like this.

"Y/N, do you wanna. . ." Brooks cleared his throat as he gestured upstairs. "We should probably get to work."

"It was nice to see you again, Mr. Rattigan." I smiled politely.

"It was nice seeing you again too, Y/N. You are welcome over anytime." He said, sending a look to his son. I turned away before he could see my blush.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat. He gestured for me to follow him up the stairs. I sent his dad a smile before following him up to his room.

"So," I said as we sat down at his desk, my backpack sliding off my shoulder. "Tell me about this app you want to build. What do you want it to do, how is it supposed to work, things like that."

"So, promise me you won't laugh. . .or judge me?"

I looked up at him to see him chewing on his bottom lip. "I promise," I said making him look up at me, our eyes instantly meeting.

"I came up with this. . . Plan. It's a way for me to earn money for Yale, but it's a little strange."

"Okay," I said, moving my hand encouraging him to further explain.

"I am offering myself to girls." He stopped talking and laughed when he saw the look on my face. "No," he chuckled. "It's not what it sounds like. I let girls put in a request for me to accompany them. They get to pick my name, personality, everything. I'll go with them to parties, weddings, double dates, family dinner. Anything they might need a boyfriend for."

"So, you're a Build-A-Boyfriend for hire?"

"I guess," he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Okay," I said slowly.

"I told you it was kind of strange."

"No kidding," I mumbled. I looked up to see that he had heard me. "I just. . . It seems kind of demeaning. . . For you. I mean. . . Isn't the app all about girls using you? That seems. . ."

"I know," he sighed. "It's just. . . I have wanted to go to Yale since I was a kid, but my dad. . . We can't afford it. This way, I can earn money doing something other than making sandwiches."

"I like that sandwich place." My eyes widened when I said that out loud. I looked up to see Brooks smiling at me.

"So, I have everything figured out. The look, how they can navigate the app, even how they can pay through the app. Everything except the code. That is where you come in. Can you do it?"

He handed me a notebook with his app plans clearly explained. I was surprised by how detailed they were. As I read through the design and explanations, I already knew how I could code this.

"It shouldn't be a problem," I mumbled, still skimming through his notes. "It actually should be pretty easy. Hour, maybe two tops."

I looked up, my cheeks reddening even more when I saw how he was staring at me. "Great. What can I do to help? Do you need my computer or. . ."

"I should be fine," I said reaching into my backpack. "I brought mine."

"Do you always bring your laptop to school?"

"Well, when I code different websites and apps for online companies on the other side of the world, I kind of have to do it during school." I looked up, confused by his facial expression. "What?"

"You really are into all this computer coding, huh?"

"I guess," I shrugged. "My dad does it for a living and taught me how to do it. Not your ordinary father-daughter bonding activities, but it's something that's useful. Kind of."

"That's really cool," he smiled. "My friend Murph is into all this. It doesn't make any sense to me."

"Wait," I said, looking up from my laptop. "If your best friend does this, why did you ask me?"

"Don't get me wrong, Murph is good at what he does. Even he talks about how good you are."

I blushed at his compliment, going back to coding. We spent the next hour and a half, sitting in his room. Every once in a while, I'd have to ask him a question to clarify something in his notes, but for the most part, I was able to do it pretty quickly.

The entire time I worked on his app, Brooks watched me. At one point, he was sitting slightly behind me watching me type.

He was sitting on his bed when my computer beeped. "Is that good? Does that mean. . ." He stuttered as he ran over and jumped into his chair, almost falling out of it in the process.

I couldn't help but laugh as he caught himself. "It means that it's ready to download."

"Seriously?" He let out a relieved sigh when I nodded. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek before plugging his phone into my computer. I brushed it off as I started downloading the app onto his phone.

"Now what?" He asked, bouncing.

"Now, Mr. Eager, we sit and wait. Since it was homemade and is slightly larger than the average app, it should take about a minute or two to download." I looked up and noticed him smiling at me.

"I can't believe you did this," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I mean, I knew you were good. I just had no idea how good you were. And the fact that you helped me?"

My breath got caught in my throat as he reached over and grabbed my hand. "Thank you, Y/N. Seriously. Thank you."

"Of course," I shrugged, trying to hide the nerves. "I actually liked doing something other than a boring business website for some company I can't pronounce out of a country I can't locate."

The way he was looking at me made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. I sucked in a breath when it looked like his eyes shifted down to my lips for just a second.

Before I could think more about that shift, my laptop dinged, signaling the app was fully downloaded. I let go of his hand and disconnected his phone. A smile formed as I opened the app.

"Here you go. It's all ready."

Brooks looked at me before hesitating to take his phone. Once he did, he immediately started going through the features. "Y/N," he said softly. "This is awesome!"

I laughed as he spun around in his chair. Before I could do or say anything, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine.

He pulled away, his eyes slightly wide. I scooted my seat back, my cheeks already burning. "I umm. . . I should go," I stuttered as I stood up and started to leave.

"Y/N, wait." Brooks grabbed my arm, stopping me from running out of his room. He slowly turned me back towards him and pulled me into his chest.

Brooks used his finger to push my chin up so I was looking up at him. He smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine. "Thanks for the help," he whispered.

"Anytime."

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME:  samuel  william  winchester. PRONUNCIATION:  pronounced  how  it’s  spelled. MEANING:  so  from   the  hebrew  name  שְׁמוּאֵל,  it  means  god  has  heard,  or  name  of  god.  it’s  a  little  ironic  considering  sam  is  lucifer,  god’s  fallen  son’s,  true  vessel.   REASONING:  sam  was  named  after  his  maternal  grandfather,  samuel  campbell. NICKNAME(S):  sam,  sammy,  little  winchester,  moose,  738273  other  height  related  nicknames. PREFERRED NAME(S):   sam. BIRTH DATE:  may  2,  1983. AGE:  honestly  he’s  not  sure.  he’s  died  3-4  times,  been  the  vessel  for  demons  and  archangels  which  probably  stalled  his  physical  aging  too.  i  say  he’s  probably  biologically  somewhere  around  35,  even  though  he’s  technically  47ish. ZODIAC: taurus. GENDER:  cismale. PRONOUNS:   he/him. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  heteroromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  bisexual.  (  he  can  appreciate  that  men  are  attractive,  has  probably  even  slept  with  a  couple,  but  has  no  desire  to  be  in  romantic,  serious,  relationships  with  men.  ) NATIONALITY:  american. ETHNICITY:   wonderbread  white. CURRENT LOCATION:  san  francisco,  ca. LIVING CONDITIONS:   a  crappy  two  bedroom  apartment  he  rents  by  the  month.  it’s  small,  not  in  a  great  neighborhood,  but  it  does  the  trick.   TITLE(S):   n/a.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE:   lawrence,  kansas. HOMETOWN:  technically  lawrence  kansas,  but  they  moved  around  frequently.   SOCIAL CLASS:  blue  collar. EDUCATION LEVEL:   undergraduate  degree  from  stanford.   FATHER:   john  winchester. MOTHER:   mary  winchester  (  neé  campbell  ).   SIBLING(S):   dean  winchester,  adam  milligan  (  half  ).   BIRTH ORDER:  dean,  sam,  adam.   CHILDREN:  jack  kline  (  adopted  /  unofficially  ) PET(S):   n/a. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES:  bobby  singer,  pseudo  uncle.   castiel,  pseudo  brother  /  brother-in-law.   SIGNIFICANT  OTHER:   natasha  herrera,  wife.  (  separated  ) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS:   jessica  moore,  amelia  richardson,  meg,  sarah  blake,  ruby,  a  few  one  night  stands,  amy  pond  (  first  kiss  ),  etc.   ARRESTS?:  a  few,  yes.   PRISON TIME?:  minimal,  seen  in  folsom  prison  blues.  

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME:   credit  card  scams,  illegal  activity.   SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME:   n/a. TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME:   hunting,  but  it  pays  for  shit.   APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR:   unknown.   CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?:   this  is  never  the  job  he  wanted.  so  no,  definitely  not.   PAST JOB(S):   student.   SPENDING HABITS:  extremely  frugal,  only  on  necessities.   MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION:  john  winchester’s  journal.  

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH:   peak  physical  condition,  human,  in-shape.   OFFENSE:   extremely  skilled  with  weapons  and  hand  to  hand.   DEFENSE:  extremely  skilled  with  lethal  and  non-lethal  defensive  moves.   SPEED:  faster  than  average. INTELLIGENCE:  educated  and  above  average.   ACCURACY:   above  average. AGILITY:   above  average.   STAMINA:   above  average.   TEAMWORK:   below  average.  he  doesn’t  work  well  with  people  he  doesn’t  know  or  trust.  it  takes  time  to  develop  a  bond  /  ease  of  working  with  others.   TALENTS:   computer  skills,  digesting  information,  critical  thinking  skills. SHORTCOMINGS:   stubborn,  naive,  reckless,  deep  psychological  trauma,  suicidal  ideation,  a  nice  grabbag  of  issues.   LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN:   latin,  english,  probably  a  bunch  of  other  old,  dead,  languages  that  might  come  in  handy.  he  probably  also  took  spanish  in  school.   DRIVE?:   yes. JUMP-STAR A CAR?:   yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?:   yes.   RIDE A BICYCLE?:   yes. SWIM?:   yes.   PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?:   no. PLAY CHESS?:   yes. BRAID HAIR?:   no. TIE A TIE?:   yes. PICK A LOCK?:  yes.  

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM:   jared  padalecki.   EYE COLOR:   hazel. HAIR COLOR:   brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE:   long  and  flowing.   GLASSES/CONTACTS?:   n/a. DOMINANT HAND:   right.   HEIGHT:  6′4 WEIGHT:   220  ish  lbs. BUILD:   slender  but  muscular.   EXERCISE HABITS:  rigorous.  he  jogs  in  the  mornings,  does  sit  ups  /  pull  ups  at  night,  and  lifts  weights  during  the  day  in  between  cases.  he  stays  in  shape.   SKIN TONE:   tanned.   TATTOOS:   anti-possession  tattoo  over  his  heart.   it  was  carved  out  in  2026  but  the  scar  has  been  tattooed  over,  replacing  the  original.   PEIRCINGS:   none.   MARKS/SCARS:   he’s  died  and  come  back  so  many  times,  it’s  hard  to  say  what’s  still  there  and  what’s  gone.   he  does  still  have  the  bullet  wound  from  where  he  shot  chuck  though.  it  never  healed.   NOTABLE FEATURES:   nose,  hair.   USUAL EXPRESSION:   smirk  of  disbelief,  concern.   CLOTHING STYLE:   lumberjack  lesbian.   JEWELRY:    he  wears  a  chain  with  his  wedding  ring  around  his  neck,  the  one  he  never  got  to  put  on  for  real.   ALLERGIES:   none.   BODY TEMPERATURE:   normal. DIET:   not  great.  hence  the  need  to  work  out. PHYSICAL AILMENTS:   general  fatigue  from  a  rigorously  active  lifestyle.  

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE:  INFJ JUNG SUBTYPE:  Introvert(47%)  iNtuitive (34%)  Feeling(31%)  Judging(38%) You have moderate preference of Introversion over Extraversion (47%) You have moderate preference of Intuition over Sensing (34%) You have moderate preference of Feeling over Thinking (31%) You have moderate preference of Judging over Perceiving (38%) ENNEAGRAM TYPE:   the  reformer  or  the  challenger.   MORAL ALIGNMENT:  chaotic  good.   TEMPERAMENT:   melancholic.   ELEMENT:   taurus  are  usually  earth  elements,  but  i  think  air  suits  sam  better.   PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE:   logical-mathematical,  probably.   APPROXIMATE IQ:   unknown.  we  know  he  scored  a  174  on  the  LSAT,  which  is  incredible,  but  that  doesn’t  always  translate  over  to  IQ.  i  would  say  he’s  got  a  pretty  high  IQ  even  if  he  lacks  a  few  common  sense  points.   MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS:   undiagnosed  depression,  anxiety,  PTSD,  imposter  syndrome,  and  survivor’s  guilt  —  and  that’s  just  the  tip  of  the  iceberg.   don’t  ask  me  to  psychoanalyze  the  winchesters,  it’ll  break  us  all.   SOCIABILITY:   he  doesn’t  seek  it  out  but  he  can  keep  up  with  the  joneses.   EMOTIONAL STABILITY:   not  good.  he  has  exhibited  severe  signs  of  codependency,  suicidal  ideation,  lack  of  regard  for  his  own  life,  and  believe  that  he’s  cursed.  the  boy  is  a  mess.   OBSESSION(S):  vengeance  after  significant  loss,  saving  people  (  even  if  it’s  from  themselves  ),  trying  to  make  up  for  all  of  the  blood  on  his  hands.   PHOBIA(S):   clowns.  not  a  fan.   ADDICTION(S):   demon  blood  (  previously  ) DRUG USE:   no. ALCOHOL USE:  recreationally.   PRONE TO VIOLENCE?:  can  be,  yes.  

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE:  casual. ACCENT:   american.  nothing  specific.   QUIRKS:   chewing  on  pen  caps,  tapping  to  songs  on  the  radio  against  the  steering  wheel  with  his  fingers.   HOBBIES:   reading,  researching,  pool,  morning  crosswords.   HABITS:   stress  pacing,  irritability  under  extreme  pressure. NERVOUS TICKS:   jaw  clench,  nostrils  flaring,  hands  curled  into  fists.   DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS:  vengeance,  restoring  order  /  protecting  people,  survival.   FEARS:  losing  the  people  he  loves,  hurting  innocents,  isolation.   POSITIVE TRAITS:   dependable,  loyal,  protective,  determined,  strong,  honest,  vulnerable. NEGATIVE TRAITS:  impulsive,  reckless,  guilt-stricken,  naive,  obtuse,  too  trusting.   SENSE OF HUMOR:   dry,  sarcastic.   DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?:   no. CATCHPHRASE(S):  damnit, dean.    jerk  /  bitch.  

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY:   long  drives.   ANIMAL:  hedgehogs. BEVERAGE:   monster  energy  drinks.   BOOK:   probably  the  classics,  or  something  by  neil  gaiman. CELEBRITY:   he  doesn’t  have  one. COLOR:   blue.   DESIGNER:   doesn’t  have  one.   FOOD:  philly  cheesesteak.   maybe  mashed  potatoes,  if  not  the  cheesesteak.   FLOWER:   sunflowers. GEM:   none. HOLIDAY:    none.   MODE OF TRANSPORTATION:   car.   MOVIE:   mallrats.   MUSICAL ARTIST:  none.  he’ll  just  listen  to  whatever  they  have  in  the  car,  or  is  on  the  radio.  before  i  think  he  was  probably  into  top  40,  maybe  even  classic  rock  as  much  as  he  complained  about it.   QUOTE/SAYING:   none. SCENERY:   autumn  leaves  falling  from  trees.   SCENT:   linen.   SPORT:   none.  he  doesn’t  care.   SPORTS TEAM:   see  above.   TELEVISION SHOW:   none.  he  probably  only  watches  soap  operas  every  now  and  then  again.  he  doesn’t  watch  anything  he  would  have  to  invest  time  and  energy  in.   maybe  pawnstars,  or  mythbusters.   WEATHER:  drizzle.   VACATION DESTINATION:  somewhere  warm,  tropic,  and  free  of  monsters.  

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM:   to  have  a  normal  life.   he  knows  he’ll  never  get  it,  has  come  to  terms  with  the  fact  that  he  was  never  going  to  be  normal.   GREATEST FEAR:   ending  up  alone,  watching  everyone  he  loves  die.   MOST AT EASE WHEN:  around  the  people  he  loves.   LEAST AT EASE WHEN:   on  a  hunt  that’s  starting  to  go  awry.   WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN:   turning  into  a  monster  —  the  very  thing  he’s  dedicated  his  life  to  hunting,  or  becoming  evil.  being  forced  into  killing  his  own  brother,  or  someone  he  loves  like  family,  would  also  make  the  list.   BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT:  in  a  really  soft  way,  i  want  to  say  it’s  becoming  a  pseudo  dad  to  jack.  it  might  not  have  been  what  he  saw  for  himself,  or  how  he  imagined  being  a  dad,  but  he  loves  the  kid.   if  not  that,  maybe  stopping  the  apocalypse.   not  that  it  lasted  for  very  long.   BIGGEST REGRET:   not  telling  jessica  the  truth.  he  will  always  believe  he  got  her  killed.  that  guilt  will  set  with  him  until  the  day  he  dies.   MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT:   too  many  to  count.   BIGGEST SECRET:   he  remembers  a  lot  of  what  the  demon  did  when  it  possessed  him  in  2026.   he  fought  with  everything  he  had,  but  every  time  he  broke  through  they  pushed  him  back  down.   TOP PRIORITIES:  figuring  out  what  comes  next,  i  suppose.  

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 (ᴬⁿᵈ ᴬˡˡ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴶᵃᶻᶻ)

𝓞𝓞𝓒 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽

Hi hello I’ve never done anything like this before but it looks like there’s a blog specifically for ooc intros so here’s my best. ♡

Hi my name is Sal, I go by they/them/theirs, and I’m a med school reject turned gender studies honors student. I’m currently working on a thesis about sex worker rights so I’m balls deep I can be in the industry without the good money and devoting the rest of my undergrad career to fighting for their right to make theirs. I’m also an artist and run an indie if y'all wanna see more of my muse’s roots. Bel’s been my emotional support muse for a good while and has gone through more character development than I have my entire lifetime, so although she may seem like a big softie compared to the rest of the muse crowd here, here’s hoping she can hold her own!

Bel Zinone Abridged: Devil’s Highway Vers.

Her mama is an undocumented immigrant who fought tooth and nail for her piece of the American dream. Much of this was due to the help of a vigilante organization that helped her flee from Europe, but her reputation was volatile enough to charm them into seeking out her membership.

Thanks to their international influence, she was able to keep running with the Wallflowers across the continental U. S. She soon settled down with her husband, a high profile (albeit black market) doctor, and raised her two children beneath the protection of the empire they built all the way from the city underbelly up to the high class elite.

Bel and her older brother Beau were relatively spoiled children until he left for the army and the family secrets started to leak. Adolescence was already hard on her, with her elusive sexuality and growing dysphoria yanking her identity chains, but as soon as she discovered her parents’ reign over the criminal underground, Bel doubted the authenticity of her upbringing and fled to the southern inlands with the resolve to make it on her own.

Little did she know that she’d find herself right smack in the middle of a gang war of the very nature she tried to escape. However, this time was going to be different. She wasn’t going to be at their mercy.

They were going to be at hers, for she offered one of the few medical resources in the entire desert that didn’t come with the liability of a paper trail.

In the meantime, she floats between bunny ranches, strip clubs, and the odd burlesque show. When she’s not working, she can be found frequenting bars, on Instagram, streaming her cam, tinkering with her Widowmaker, or looking for a good meatball sub.

Whereas she would’ve used her earnings to run as far away as possible from her past, Bel ironically finds solace in the lucrative lifestyle, calling a cozy studio apartment home and splurging on the occasional odds and ends that make the closeted queer life she embodies just a bit more bearable.

Relationships for her? I’m not gonna lie: despite the past rancor she’s had for her parent’s occupations, she genuinely wants to help and support people, patching them up so they’re good to go back to whatever they were doing without judgement. Her view of the life’s changed and she’s come to understand the institutions (as well as will) that brings people to commit and run with crime. She’s yet to make peace with her family, but she’s come to terms with the blood she’s from and wants to make a difference in peoples’ lives. That being said: 

Give her your tired, your poor, your horny

A job @ Paradise, maybe? Maybe she could learn about the surrounding gang activity from other dancers / affiliates or Kimi when she applies?

Maybe she could’ve known Esmeray from medical school?

Seeing other muses in the medical field are inspiring some joint black market clinic potential~

Maybe she could’ve known Rodrigo from when he was doing his work, possibly from Backpage before it got shut down?

On this note, maybe Nikki too? (Hello~)

If there are any other queer muses around, maybe they can shine a community light on her? Potentially while she’s yanking a shank out of their shoulder?

If there are any single muses too, I’d love to develop a ride-or-die boo or friend for her.

Last but not least, if we still need prospects and other make characters I’d be game af to have Beau go AWOL and trade his fatigues for a potential patch (maybe through the Mexican border with Nikki, if she’s gonna hate Bel asdkjfnaks). ♡

𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION: Sal (24) they/them/theirs ; PST ACTIVITY: I'm in my last year of undergraduate study and will have class three days a week on average. I'll be online at least once a day and will be able to devote most of my week to nitty-gritty writing as well as plotting. PASSCODE: angel wings and/or crown MISCELLANEOUS: I've been running an indie oc rp blog for almost five years (same character @belzinone) and this will be my first group/skeleton/rl fc rp. I'm worried about being ignored/left behind/largely uninvolved in threads and plotting because that has largely been my experience in discord server rp groups, but y'all seem to have good administration going on so I'm not feeling so worried anymore. I look forward to the experience if you'll have me. :)

IN CHARACTER

NAME: Bel Zinone DATE OF BIRTH: (March/08/1991) (28) PLACE OF BIRTH: San Francisco, California GENDER/PRONOUNS: demifemme｜she/her/hers AFFILIATION: N/A RANKING: N/A OCCUPATION: freelance sex worker, hitwoman, & black market physician FACE CLAIM: Antonia Thomas

BIOGRAPHY

triggers: domestic violence, murder, abuse, misandry, severe burns, sex work Her mother was an undocumented immigrant, fleeing from her orphaned past and domestic abuse in the Italian slums. A headstrong, promiscuous, and violent woman, it wasn't long until she found sisterhood amongst a like-minded gang of vigilante women with international influence called the Wallflowers, well-versed in her infamy and coming to her aid while she was pregnant with her son and escaping prosecution for murdering her husband. Risa Zinone, codenamed La Eglantina, docked in New York city, giving birth to her son Beau Zinone and raising him with the rest of her sorella while continuing her bloodthirsty occupation of murdering abusive men and liberating survivors from their regimes of terror. However, one could only run with the Wallflowers for so long before beginning to challenge their belief system, however righteous it claimed to be. The murderer mother fell in love with the black market doctor who saved her life and once again fled across the country and retired so she could live a peaceful life with him, safe from the constraints and watchful eyes of the sisterhood, but not without heavy cost. She suffered major burns to her entire body by a fire and had to undergo near total facial reconstruction, a miracle performed by the love of her life. In exchange for her life, she'd no longer bear resemblance to her children. Thus Bel Zinone was born on the opposite side of the country as her brother, hilly San Franscisco. She was a wildly rambunctious child, calmed only by the sounds of her brother's guitar strings and a profound interest in her father's work. Little did she know, her living was earned via the illicit means of her parents and their continued association with the country's underbelly. Shambled by the loss of one of their most valuable members, the Wallflowers had undergone a civil war. A near complete overhaul of organizational structure and creed had taken place, leading to an abysmal divide between the matriarchal supremacy of days past and the new order. Enemies of the new regime all around the world were sought out, assassinated, and replaced with a stronger, more diverse membership. During that witch hunt, Risa was reinstated into the Wallflowers with her husband Dmitri and the power couple ruled the pacific branch. The Zinone's hid their criminal affiliations well. Dmitri, a renowned surgeon specializing in the central nervous system, Risa, an uptown socialite who moonlighted cabaret clubs as a jazz singer. Their children had a generous, almost spotless adolescence until Beau graduated high school and joined the military. He was an upstanding, self-righteous man, yet his fatigues all but killed the respect his little sister had for him. As the Zinone siblings grew up, their parents had to try all that much harder to hide their criminal affiliations, often leaving the two with ample bonding time and hiding various criminal survival skills (like how to fight and use firearms among other things) under the guise of "street smarts". Combined with her surfacing struggles with her sexuality and gender identity, Beau's abandonment was very hard on Bel. Her high school antics began to resemble those of her mother during her youth, starting fights, finishing others' fights, and getting dress coded nearly every day. If not for physical altercations, the young lady spent most of her time in the principal's office for getting into arguments with teachers and staff over technicalities in her STEM courses and exposing discrimination in curriculums and attitudes throughout. If not for her parents' powerful influence, she never would've dodged juvie, let alone made it to college. Fortunately, she found her calling and started settling down as soon as her father invited her to his workplace in the hospital. College was a breeze for her, even as a fierce insistence to be independent led to her paying her own tuition. She was no party animal or sorority sister, but the continuing troubles she had with her sexuality and gender identity pushed her towards casual sex work and the porn industry when work-study wasn't enough. Bel was steadily making her way through adult life, planning to devote the rest of it to medicine like her father. However, as she started having to use her special "survival skills" more and more, she slowly began to realize there was more to her parents than she thought. The Wallflowers were growing in influence, and La Eglantina's daughter was growing a bounty on her head as well. By the time she cornered her parents with the truth, she was already well into medical school and bore nods of her mother's pseudonym and her father's occupation on her back. The betrayal she felt when her brother left her resurfaced as she uncovered her parents lies, spurring her to cut her familial ties and live her own life exclusively by her own means. Bel rejected her father's footsteps in favor of sex work, something she pursued entirely of her own volition, and eventually found herself amongst the "bunny ranches" in Las Vegas, where her life in the crossfire between the Sinners and Jokers would begin. CHARACTER QUOTE: "Do no harm but take no shit." CHARACTER ANTHEM: Half God Half Devil｜In This Moment

EDIT: Risa Zinone fled from Europe as a result of Romani persecution.

P.S.: I reiterate that this is my first group/skeleton/rl fc rp. This is all pretty overwhelming so please have patience with me and for those of y’all who have a lot of experience with these things, please help me out <3

Things about my Dovahkiins

A recent convo with @mrninjapineapple reminded me of this unfinished thing.

I started this questionnaire around March 28th, 2015 and it’s been sitting in my sta.sh unfinished for so long that I forgot who tagged me to do this.

Looking back, it’s quite a silly list of questions, and I originally wanted to scrap the whole thing, but I liked some of my answers, so here it is. You can compare the personalities of my different Dragonborns by their answers.

[I’m planning to make a more serious questionnaire for the characters involved in our collection of stories (The Age of Restoration). I’ll also plan to post some screenshots of them in a later post.]

Onto the questionnaire with 40 silly questions!

1. What is your name? Z: Zinnia(h Fire-Hearth) Y: Yrgrod Ragvirsson C: Casts-First-Asks-Second N: Nicholaus (the Goldsmith) S: Shurag gra-Burz

2. Do you know why you were named that? Z: No. [After a horse called Cinnia, because I thought it sounded unique.] Y: I was named after an old hero and I inherited my fathers family name too. [It was formed from parts of my name, "rág" & "Vir"] C: Yes, I named myself. [And it sounded cool!] N: No, I was too little to ask it by the time and later I was already used to it. [Because he was created on 6th of December, the day of Saint Nicholas (Mikulás in our country)] S: I don't really care about it, it's just a name... [it was formed from a part of my name, "s Virág" sounding "shwirag", with different spelling] 3. Are you single or taken? Z: Taken. Y: Taken. C: Single? I'm unique! N: Was taken. S: Single. 4. Have any abilities or powers? Z: I'm the Dragonborn and a werewolf and I have an ability called Ancestor's wrath Y: I'm the Dragonborn and a werewolf. C: I'm a Volkihar vampire N: Not that I know of, other than still being alive. S: I can go berserk answering such questions. 5. Stop being a Mary-Sue! Z: I do have a bunch of titles, but this one, I never heard of... Y: Isn't that a female name? C: Why should I? N: Silly... S: You mean Shu, right? 6. What's your eye color? Z: Pitch black. Y: Somewhere between blue and green. C: White with a red pupil. Originally my pupil was light blue. N: Green as an emerald. S: It's red. The other one's blind. 7. How about hair color? Z: It's almost black. Y: Some kind of blonde. C: Hair? Phew, filthy thing! I have beautiful horns! N: It was brownish, now it's grey. S: Brown. 8. Have you any family members? Z: A husband and adopted daughters. My parents are dead. Y: I have a wife and adopted kids. My sister and her son died during his birth. C: No, and I'm happy about it. N: I had. S: I adopted a daughter, but I haven't found true love yet. 9. Oh? How about pets? Z: I love horses and I have four: Arvak, Blaze, Frost and Shadowmere. My daughter's pet fox, Vix sometimes lets me cuddle her. Y: I'm a dog man. C: I don't know the Dead Thrall perk yet. Pity. N: I like animals, but I don't want to attach anyone again. S: I have a good horse. I don't need useless critters around me. 10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me about something you don't like. Z: The Blades. Y: Unnecessary friction. C: Werewolves, Vigilants of Stendarr and the Silver Hand. N: Boots. S: Dragons. 11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? Z: Reading. I have a library of around three hundred books. Y: I like to sing (though some say that I shouldn't) and listen to the bards. C: I tend to drink guard's blood in Riften. Broad daylight. N: I like to craft jewellery. S: Exploring the vast wilderness of Skyrim. 12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Z: Pretty much. Bandits, creatures, some people. But I only regret some of them. Y: Yes, and he deserved it. He was the reason why my sister died. C: Most possible ways, yes. N: I did, but I wish I shouldn't have. I'm not afraid to protect myself, though. S: I gladly smash in anyone's faces, who deserves it. 13. Ever... killed anyone before? Z: I did. Most time I followed orders, but sometimes for my own good. Y: To name the most important: the usurper Ulfric Stormcloak. C: With pleasure. Also, I need hearts and flesh for crafting. N: Same as Q12. S: It was me or them. No question. 14. What kind of animal are you? Z: I'm a werewolf. And the Dragonborn. Y: I'm a werewolf. C: I'm beastfolk, not animal. I should shed your blood for this question. N: I always considered myself a small and peaceful creature, therefore a squirrel, I guess? S: Orcs are no animals. Oh, you mean metaphorically? I'm a sabrecat. 15. Name your worst habits? Z: Hoarding stuff. Especially ingredients and books. Y: I tend to be hot headed and sometimes I regret things. C: In others eyes, killing for my own amusement is one. N: I tend to be melancholic. S: Smashing in faces. 16. Do you look up to anyone at all? Z: Talos. Y: Sometimes, but they mostly prove they were unworthy to it. Sad. C: No. N: Quite a number of people, yes. S: My mother, Shuzhra was the greatest personality ever. I miss her. 17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual? Z: Straight. Y: Straight. C: I'm not picky. N: I always thought I was straight, but now I'm not that sure... S: Straight-in-your-face, what kind of unashamed question is this? 18. Do you go to school? Z: No, but I learn new tricks on a weekly basis! Y: No, I'm old enough. C: I never needed school to achieve my goals... N: No, but you are never too old to learn! S: I don't need that, unless it's about potions or fighting! 19. Ever wanna marry and have kids one day? Z: Already married, first child is on his way! Y: I already am, and that second... would be good. C: I don't think so. No kids. Never. N: I had a beautiful wife and daughter, but they both died long ago. Now I'm searching for my grandson! S: Maybe... maybe not. 20. Do you have fangirls/fanboys? Z: I don't know. Maybe. [She’s just modest, she has some.] Y: I... have? C: Of course. N: If I have, that's cool. S: I don't need such admiration. 21. What are you most afraid of? Z: That something happens with my family or with those who I care about. Y: Having to fight those who I called my friends once. C: The Sun. Hiss. N: Bonding. S: That I hurt someone who’s not deserving. 22. What do you usually wear? Z: Light armor crafted by myself and a hood. Y: Heavy armor without helmet, or a helmet which doesn't cover my face. I need my foes to know who bested them. C: Light armor with dark tones, hood, sabatoons, veil or scarf and a mask to hide my teeth. N: Plain clothing. I was dressed in burlap clothing with bare feet before the Sparrows made it cool. No, I'm not a religious fanatic. Does it mean I'm a hipster? S: Blades armor with a Greybeard cloak, to shorten the cooldown of my Shouts when I kill dragons. 23. What's one food that tempts you? Z: Most kind of sweets. Y: Milk. C: Hehe. Blood, my dear. N: Elves ear. My favourite spice. S: Dried venison. 24. Am I annoying you? Z: No, these questions are interesting. I love to explore myself by thinking about stuff I usually don't. Y: Not really. C: I don't know yet. N: No. S: A bit. But I manage it. 25. Well, it's still not over! Z: Good! Y: Alright. C: Go on! N: Alright. S: Oh. 26. What class are you? Low class, middle class, high class. Z: Started as middle class, now high class. Y: High class from born. C: Low class to high class in two years. N: Middle class. S: Orcs are orcs, not classy people. 27. How many friends do you have? Z: I don’t like to count, but many. Some are close, the most not much. Kharjo, J’zargo, Brelyna, Aela, Farkas, Lucan, Belethor, Urag, Lydia, Sasha (mod) and my Housecarls. Oh and Paarthurnax. [Non canonically she likes Aronansa and Jenna Sajpa] Y: Who can be sure about that anymore? The Companions, especially after purging our beast blood together. C: Anum-La, The Swamp Knight [from the interesting NPC mod] N: Some people here or there, but I don’t make want to make new friends, I’m too old. S: A few. Why? 28. What are your thoughts on pie? Z: Delicious! Y: I hope it’s a meat pie. C: Bleh. N: I don’t mind one coming my way sometimes. S: Uh, they’re food? 29. If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be? Z: Talos! Or my father. Y: My beautiful sister Hroda. C: My enemies, so I can flay them! N: My grandson, Mercer. You heard about him? S: Right now? 30. Favourite drink? Z: Red wine and clean water. Y: Milk! C: Fresh blood. N: Mead. S: Magicka potions. They are good for thirst. 31. What's your favourite place? Z: Hm. Skyrim, as a whole, but I like Heljarchen because that where we live now. Y: Dragonsreach is nice. C: Lakeview, my place. N: Solstheim volcanic side. S: The Reach. 32. Are you interested in anyone? Z: My husband, Balimund! Y: My wife, Zinnia [copy of Zinnia as a mod] C: Not now. N: Don’t tell him but I fancy Tolfdir. S: Not right now. 33. How tall are you?

The game gives the height of the character compared to the average. Different races and sexes have different base values. (e.g. Nord males are 1,03, while Khajiit women are 0,95) I headcanonned the average to be 175 cm (5’74). If you think the average Skyrim player character has a different height value, it modifies my calculation (also, sorry, my brain works in centimeters ))

Z: 175 cm (1) Y: 187 cm (1,071=1,04*1,03) C: 175 cm (1) N: 175 cm (1) S: I'm tall enough, thanks! [It’s a bit sensitive topic for her. She’s 164 cm (0,94=0,9x1,045)] 34. Would you rather swim in a lake or in an ocean? Z: A lake. Salty water is not my type. Y: Both are fine. C: I’d rather not, but if I need; the Ocean. N: How about neither? S: Swimming in heavy armor is not good idea. A brook, maybe? 35. What's your type? Z: Bulky nords with beard! Y: My wife. C: Zero negative, but I can eat any blood type. N: Um, people like Tolfdir? S: Someone who’s brave! 36. Any fetishes? Z: Why would I tell you? Y: No. C: I might have some but it’s none of your business. N: None. S: No.

37. Seme or uke?

[I googled what these mean and not going to answer, because my dragonborns don’t know about such things.] 38. Camping or indoors? Z: Indoors. Y: Both. C: Outside. Hunting. N: Indoors. S: Camping? Adventuring! 39. Are you still wanting this quiz to end? Z: I could do other things, yes. Y: It’s indifferent to me. C: Yes. N: If there’s more question, ask. S: Kind of. 40. Well, it's over! Now tag five people to do this.

*Inaudible mumbling, noises of chairs scratching the floor, bootsteps as they leave to their realities.*

[I’m not tagging, I was tagged more two years ago!]

S.Black: Warm While It’s Cold Outside

Sirius Black. Marauder’s Era. Christmas Themed.

Request: Hiii could I request a Sirius x reader where they spend the winter break at school and have cute dates and chill wrapped in like 3 blankets and things like that? Thank you💗

Summary: In which, you and your boyfriend, Sirius Black are staying at school for Christmas break and you have a nice cuddle and hot chocolate date.

Warnings: None.

Genre: Purely fluff

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 2172

The Gryffindor common room is infamous for its natural comfort and radiating warmth into all the brave students that dwelled there. If you were one of the lucky lions that spent an abundance of time here doing homework, reading by the fireplace, or talking to your housemates, you felt at home whenever you entered it.

Even with all that coziness flooding the place, Sirius somehow managed to rip an anxiety shaped hole into it. When I walked in the evening after my last midterm, my eyes instantly connected to my boyfriend’s form on the couch. He was laying back, arms tucked under his head and ankles crossed on the armrest. All this was a very Sirius way to be sitting, not out of the ordinary at all to the average Gryffindor; nonetheless, I was no average Gryffindor. I had tame the rebellious Black and I knew all his twitches no matter how small.

For starters, he was bouncing his legs a bit. Not in a rhythm though, like he would do to muggle rock songs, but just aimlessly. He was also staring up at the ceiling, his eyebrows scrunched and his eyes full of heavy thinking. The most prominent thing was how silent he was. He would usually be talking to someone, anyone. Sirius was a social guy, he didn’t pass up an opportunity to talk to other people. Yet, here he was in a slightly crowded common room, not even paying attention to anyone around him.

This does not sit well with me and I headed straight for him. I startled Sirius out of his thoughts by grabbing his legs, moving under them onto the couch before returning them to their original position.

“Hello to you too,” Sirius mumbled, adjusting his legs where they now laid over my lap.

“I would have just said hello, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t have done anything,” I stated, making Sirius raise an eyebrow. “You were so deep in thought and all…” I trailed off, signaling that I wanted him to elaborate.

Sirius sighed, running a hand down his face. “I was thinking about the break.”

I frowned, confused. “You’re going to Godric’s Hollow, right? Spending Christmas there like always.” I knew Sirius’s situation with his family and how the Potters were like his adoptive family. Thinking about his family made my eyes widen, a new question coming to mind. “You’re not staying with your family, are you?”

Sirius gave a laugh at that, shaking his head. “I don’t think they’d allow me to ruin their celebration. You know how Christmas is the time for rich people to show off. With the balls and gifts. Imagine if I showed up in the midst of it. Walburga would Avada Kedavra herself.”

I playful hit his calf as I laughed. “Ha ha,” I mockingly laughed. “But really, what about the break?”

Sirius gave another great sigh, “I’m staying here.”

“Here?” I frowned, “Why?”

“The Potters are going away for the break and I didn’t want to impose. They invited me, but it feels strange to come with them on a family holiday. I already live with them outside of school, I don’t want to ask for more. They should be able to go away without seeing my face.” Sirius explained, playing with a button on his school shirt. “James is their son. Not me. I don’t want them to feel forced to invite me into their family bonding time.”

“They’re not being forced to do anything, Sirius.” I disagreed. “They invited you because they want you there.”

Sirius shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I feel like I’m a bother to them sometimes. I don’t want to ruin their Christmas by being moody.” He looked up at me with sad eyes but tried to mask them by smiling. He grabbed one of my hands, pressing a kiss to it. He changed the subject by asking, “So what are you doing for the break, dove.”

I squeezed his hand while replying, “I’m not sure yet. Father is in Switzerland with the step-brats,” A lovely term I’ve labeled the two obnoxious children that have forced their way into my life by my step-mother. “And mother is in Paris. I don’t know what’s worse, being asked a million rude questions by mum or enduring the hell of being with you-know-who.”

“Are you talking about the Dark wizard or your stepmother?” Sirius smirked.

“I wish I was talking about the Dark wizard.” I joked, laughing softly.

When we stopped laughing, Sirius spoke softly, “What about staying here?”

I raised an eyebrow. Before this conversation I had no reason to stay at school for break, but now that I knew Sirius was staying it gave me many reasons to.

“I don’t know, Sirius. Do you want me to stay?” I teased, knowing the answer by how Sirius waited for my answering with hopeful eyes.

Sirius scoffed. “I thought you were an independent women, Y/N? Doesn’t my opinion on what I want you to do mean nothing?”

I shrugged, trying to move Sirius’s legs off me to leave. “I guess you’re right. I better go pack for Paris then.” I jokingly tried to make my leave, but Sirius pushed his legs back down to trap me.

“Wait!” He exclaimed, looking a bit panicked at my reply. He took a breath and I knew it was taking a lot from the confident Sirius Black to plead for me to stay at school with him. “Will you stay at school with me? I’ll make it worth it, promise.” He peered out from between the dark locks that had fallen into his eyes.

I grinned, giving in immediately. “How can I say no?”

The day everyone headed off to board the Hogwarts Express, I hugged Lily and Marlene goodbye before walking up the stairs of the boy’s dormitory. I waved goodbye to three of the Marauders a few minutes ago, no Sirius in sight. Remus seemed to have read my questioning look, eyes flicking up to the dorms for an answer.

I knocked once before the door flew open to reveal a barely clothed, sleepy Sirius.

He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, grumbling something along the line of, “Merlin, Wormtail did you forget you jumper or something?”

“Actually, I think it’s you who have forgotten your jumper.” I pointed out, observing his shirtless chest.

Sirius immediately looked up at me, realizing I wasn’t his short friend. “Dove, what are you doing here so early? Did you miss me that much?”

I rolled my eyes, a giggle escaping my lips. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I saw the others leave and you weren’t with them and all. But now I see your lack of clothes might be the reason.”

Sirius grinned, letting me into the empty room. All the beds were made neatly except the one with Gryffindor banners everywhere and a handful of muggle motorcycles and half-naked girls’ posters.

“Ew, I thought I told you to take these down.” I wrinkled my nose as I saw the bikini-clad girls.

“Jealous?” Sirius asked as he flopped onto his bed.

“No, they’re degrading.” I huffed. “I understand you’re all ‘rebel without a cause’, but still.” I stood by the side of his bed, arms crossed with annoyance.

Sirius grabbed me by the waist, hauling me on top of him. I let out a squeal of surprise and Sirius gave a hearty laugh at my girlish noise. “You’ll have to give me a few pictures of you to replace them. Trust me, I’d much prefer you on my wall then them.”

I pushed off his chest to a sit position next to him. “In your dreams, Black.”

“You have no idea.” Sirius grinned, staring at me in a way that made a blush dust my cheeks.

“Gross.” I rolled my eyes sheepishly, trying to get off the bed.

Sirius grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. “No, stay with me, please.” He gave me big puppy eyes that he knew made me go all kinds of soft.

“Fine.” I agreed, making Sirius grinned and pull me back down so I was laying on his chest.

He pulled his comforter back over us, cutting us off from the cold air in the dorm. Very soon, I was falling into a deep sleep, enveloped in warmth radiating from Sirius’s skin.

When I woke up, the room was dark. The curtains that had been drawn to cover any morning light from early, was still blocking out any and all light. I felt completely limp, not wanting move from the comfortable spot on Sirius' chest.

Under me, his chest was rising and falling peacefully. I lazily looked up at him, resting my chin flat on my chest. His mouth hung open a bit, light snores being heard. His eyelids were fluttering like he was dreaming. His hair was mussed from sleep, spread out around his head like a dark halo. I just laid there, watching him sleep as I felt myself slowly regain strength to move.

As my mind turned back on, I started wondering what time it was. We had fallen asleep not long after the Hogwarts Express had left at 9 o’clock. It had to be only about noon, yet the sky seemed dark behind the curtains.

I lifted my body from Sirius’s, feeling how hot I was from sleeping on the human furnace that is Sirius. One thing I had come to love about Sirius is how he always was warm and smelt amazing, like fresh pine. With the season, the fact that Sirius was eternally warm and smelt like a grand Christmas tree really made cuddling the most enjoyable activity.

I padded across the cold floor to the nearest window, wanting nothing more than to rejoin Sirius in bed. I pulled back a side of the curtain a tab, peeking outside. The Hogwarts grounds were being pelted by snowflakes that were rapidly falling. The grounds were already covered with a thick layer of snow, now slowly rising. I pressed a hand to the glass and a shiver ran up my spine at how cold it was.

“Are you really choosing watching snowfall over napping with me?” Sirius asked in a raspy voice. I turned around to faintly see a groggy Sirius in the dim light, splayed out on the bed.

“It’s pretty,” I noted with a shrug.

“Frankly, I’m prettier.” Sirius declared, standing from the bed to join me by the window. He must have been able to feel the cold weather radiating through the window because he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Merlin, it is freezing.”

I nodded. “I love this kind of weather. When I’m inside, that is.”

“Why is that, dove?” Sirius inquired, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me close.

“Well, you can watch the world get covered in frost, but you’re inside in the warmth. You can drink hot chocolate and cuddle. Then there is Christmas. Christmas has a whole other list of why it’s amazing.”

Sirius snuggled his head into the crook of my neck. “Why don’t we do some of those things on your list? You go down into the common room, pick out your favorite cuddling seat and I’ll go to the kitchen and snag us some hot chocolate. You know how into it the house elves get during Christmas.”

“Ooh,” I sounded at the idea. “And get some of those cute cookies too. The snowman ones are my favorite. I love the sweets they use to decorate.”

Sirius smiled against my neck and kissed my jaw lovingly. “I’ll grab the lot of them.”

Sirius and I walked downstairs, hand in hand. I plopped down on the couch that was the comfiest. Sirius planted a long kiss on my lips before sauntering off to the kitchens.

When he returned, a basket of cookies hanging on his arm and two festively decorated mugs of hot chocolate in either hand.

“I have the goods!” Sirius exclaimed.

“You’re lucky no prefects are here otherwise you’d be in deep shit for being so loud.” I teased, taking the mug with a reindeer on it.

“Nothing like getting an earful from Evans to ring my Christmas bell.” Sirius laughed, sitting next to me. He put the basket down on the floor by the couch. “Here we have our reindeers, our bells, our scarves, candy canes, mistletoes for the lovers,” He winked at me, “Christmas trees, snowflakes, and of course, at the requests of the love of my life, Ms. Y/N, snowmen.”

“You’re the best!” I kissed his cheek, grinning.

Sirius gave me a smug grin, shrugging. “You’re a lucky girl, my dove.”

I smiled back, picking up the decorative candy cane hanging on the side of the mug. “The luckiest.” I agreed, biting a piece of the peppermint treat.

Masterlist

Hey! Isn’t that GIANNI BRYANT walking down the hall? Yeah, I heard he’s finally SEVENTEEN and a SENIOR this year. Someone said they can be AUDACIOUS during the school year, but others also say they can be FRIVOLOUS. You know, now that I think of it they kinda look like N/A.

⌜ ° ░ ABOUT GIANNI⌟

Being the oldest and only son of NBA player Kobe Bryant, Gianni had an above average upbringing. With his father’s schedule almost always full, he somehow always made time for his son. The time they spent together was always cherished by Gianni so whenever his father was on the road with his team for days, even weeks on end, he took it terribly due to them having such a close bond being that he was his Kobe’s first born. 

For as long as he could remember, Gianni knew he was different. As he grew up he noticed he wasn’t like the other boys his age. As they began to talk about girls, sports, and other things deemed to be “masculine”, Gianni found himself to be attracted to the opposite of just about everything. As Gianni grew older he became more comfortable with his sexuality. He later on told his family who weren’t very surprised. His dad accepted him yet he still wanted him to keep basketball as a part of his life. Not wanting to disappoint his father, Gianni always played the sport. His father has been coaching him his whole life. Though he didn’t receive the height gene from his father with him standing at 5'11, he works harder on the court with that disadvantage.

Gianni tries to keep himself involved and active in as many clubs and teams as he can. He has always been a very outspoken and friendly person. He can be funny and kind but keeps his eyes open for people who try to use him for who his father is. He tries to stay our of Kobe’s shadow and be a normal teen.

⌜ ° ░ ETC INFO⌟

Zodiac Sign: Taurus


Sexuality: Homosexual

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Title: The Prodigal Son 


Clubs: Basketball, Track and Field, Fashion Club

Jobs: N/A


Social Class: Upper

⌜ ° ░ CONNECTIONS⌟

Chance Gibson - Chance is one of Gianni’s best friends. The two have been in school with each other since kindergarten and have been inseparable since. 
 

CHARACTER NAME - _________ is Gianni’s cousin. They don’t always see eye to eye but the two have always had and continue to have each other’s backs. 

OC memes from vent

im in class idc 🎆 40 too specific 🎆 fictionkin questions created by @.nyasori 🌙 Your kin of choice: 🔥nia rosewell 🔥 Turned OC meme and im sorry 🌙 1. If you could punch one person from your canon in the face right now, who would it be? JAHHJSJND her older brother 🌙 2. Do you like your hairstyle from your canon or would you rather have a different one? permanently unsatisfied w her hair but never changes it till post cain drama and then she goes full out, gets a magical girl bun cut, dyes her hair pink n loves it. basically an Important Haircut bc she's done being stuck in the past 🌙 3. If you had to prepare a lunchbox for your kintype, what would be in it? Lunchbox - homemade but somehow perfect anyway, everything is in it, packed till it's full, lots of sweets and snacks 🌙 4. If your kintype would be an animal, which one would they be? hummingbird. or wait, a bunny 🌙 5. Your kintype suddenly rules a kingdom. What is the first thing they would do? she's dreamed about being a princess but has no idea how to actually run a kingdom so.. enjoy the good life, proceed to freak out when pressured to make heavy choices 🌙 6. Who's your kintype's best friend? Why? alice n mina n nia r Squad 🌙 7. What's your least favourite ship involving your kintype? Why? the person she hates the most is.. odin 🌙 8. What was the very first memory you've gotten from your canon? 🌙 9. What do people think of the media you're from? Is it popular or obscure? 🌙 10. What was your kintypes relationship with their parents/guardians? she loves them dearly but probably subconsciously pushes all the blame on them bc they didn't do a very good job stopping odin from hitting her when she was younger 🌙 11. What would your kintypes Myers-Briggs personality type be? INFP 🌙 12. Someone insults your kintype badly. How do they react? she criesssssssss and cries and gets all self conscious and her instinct is to go to other people so they can pity her and make her feel better. gets all shy around the person afterwards. if she thinks about it too long she starts crying again 🌙 13. If/When they were in school, how good were they? Would they be a nerdy outsider, a social butterfly or something different? a friendly but fragile classmate. that one girl who always wears frilly dresses. probably cries at least once a day, easily excited but just as easily upset, mediocre with grades. 🌙 14. If your kintype was in a classic RPG, what would their class be? ranger / long distance 🌙 15. What is the most obscure or funny memory you have as them? 🌙 16. You suddenly switch roles with your kintype. How well would they handle your life? she'd miss her friends but she's kind of easy to get along with! so like, normal. probably would not like my parents at all 🌙 17. If someone tried to hit on your kintype, what would they have to say to make their heart melt? just compliment her -- anything 🌙 18. Does your kintype have any strange hidden talent that wasn't mentioned officially? she's double jointed ? 🌙 19. How would your kintype react to someone confessing their love to them? blushy, nervous, flattered, so happy she could cry, 100% ready to kiss even if she doesn't reciprocate. If she likes someone else, though, she'll inevitably turn u down. (Looking for that perfect manga romance) 🌙 20. If you could ask the creator of your canon's media one question, which would it be? get a life? 🌙 21. What is the most obscure ship you've ever seen your kintype in? 🌙 22. What is your kintype's zodiac sign? Does it fit? ill figure out their birthdays sometime, okay 🌙 23. If they had an elemental alignment (fire, air, water, earth), which one would it be? water 🌙 24. Your kintype and their best friend get stranded on a lonely island. What would they do? FREAK OUT and probably be a useless baby bc her friends r too nice to tell her to stop whining 🌙 25. Has your kintype experienced any trauma? If yes, did it affect their personality? in her childhood. odin didn't really understand other people's point of view, and he would grow harsher and harsher with his younger sister bc he couldn't fathom _why_ she would be so upset about things, and he would get furious. oh yeah. has a lot of unresolved anxiety and memory issues, scared to death of her brother, whatever 🌙 26. Do you share any physical traits with your kintype? ugh... Nah? 🌙 27. Who's your kintypes biggest enemy? Why? 🌙 28. Does your kintype do any morally questionable things? How do they justify it? she gets too caught up in things and gets kind of stalkery-ish, guilt trippy and passive aggressive without realizing it. her defense is that she doesn't do it on purpose, which is true, but it doesn't excuse her from it. 🌙 29. If your kintype was at a party, what would they do? start messing around with her friends. or shyly look around for her crush the whole night. if she doesn't know anyone, she's mostly in the bg, but being around people she's comfortable with influences her into a louder state 🌙 30. What is the favourite season of your kintype? spring 🌙 31. What does the name of your kintype mean? Where is it from? "Nia is a feminine given name with multiple origins. It is a Welsh variant of Niamh, an Irishname meaning 'bright.' It is also a Swahili Name meaning 'will.'" Basically i just chose it from a list bc it sounds nice. though it _is_ her nickname? 🌙 32. What did your kintype do if they were sad, exhausted or angry? 🌙 33. If your kintype would have a pokemon type, which one(s) would it be? grass fairy 🌙 34. Were they in a romantic relationship with someone? What did other people think of it? she was crushing hard on cain and (unnamed) for the longest time, but cain fucked her up pretty badly. gets a crush on milo and they start dating after a VERY LONG TIME. their friends find it cute and they're like, took u long enough!!! outsiders find it weird bc they're so different in personality?? 🌙 35. How quick were they able to form bonds? Why? probably really quickly bc she's friendly and chipper and ^____^ 24/7, but i feel like she also gets on people's nerves. so True friendships, eh, casual school friendships, lots 🌙 36. Does the fandom ever misinterpret your kintypes? 🌙 37. Do your canon and the official canon match up? If not, what are the differences? 🌙 38. Did your kintype ever feel guilty about something they did? Why? i think she blabs too much and is too loud and not considerate enough of other people -- which can irritate and hurt them. she definitely feels some regret for that 🌙 39. In what ways do you act like or relate to your kintype? we're both sensitive and cries, we love cute shit, uhhhhcffggh i don't know i put a little bit of me into every oc 🌙 40. Finally - tell us a fun fact about your kintype that not many people know! she's obsessed w anime shit Tagging: YOU i think i did this meme for Alice already ┌··┤ oc survey ├··┐ ┗• made by @jem •┛ do not _edit_ or _remove_ the credit please ! fill out this survey for your original characters using this symbol ( ● ) to indicate what applies and specify if you wish ! http://name : mina discofever http://age : 16 http://birthdate : 2/14/01 http://height : 5'6 http://gender ○ male ● female ○ other: ________ http://sexuality ○ gay ○ lesbian ● bisexual ○ pansexual ○ aromantic/asexual ○ other: _______ THERE'S NO HET OPTION DNDNNFNDNF http://hairstyle ○ short ○ pixie ○ bob ○ shoulder-length ○ elbow-length ● hip length or + ○ other : _______ http://hair http://texture ● straight ● wavy ○ curled ○ very curled ○ other: _______ http://eye http://colour ○ brown ○ hazel ○ blue ○ green ○ gray ● other : pink http://body http://type ○ muscular ○ toned ● average ○ scrawny ● curvy ○ overweight ○ other : _______ http://skin http://tone ○ pale ● fair ○ golden ○ tan ○ dark ○ other : _______ http://markings ● scars ○ tattoos ○ piercings ○ beauty marks ○ other : _______ http://posture ● upright ○ neutral ○ slouched http://face http://shape ○ round ○ oval ● heart ○ square ○ long ○ other : _______ http://direct http://family ● mother(s) ● father(s) ● brother(s) ○ sister(s) ○ son(s) ○ daughter(s) ○ other : _______ http://strong http://point ○ brute force ○ agility ● stamina ○ intelligence ● wisdom ● charm http://weak http://point ○ brute force ● agility ○ stamina ● intelligence like she's not DUMB she's just bad at school ○ wisdom ○ charm http://perceptiveness ○ oblivious ○ dull ○ average ● sharp ○ mind-reader http://speech ○ vulgar ● basic ● average ○ polite ○ educated ○ pretentious ○ other : _______ http://education http://level ○ less than high school ● high school ○ college ○ masters ○ PhD ○ other : _______ http://moral http://code ○ self-interest ● universal law ○ religious ○ other : _______ http://preferred http://environment ● big city ○ small town ○ suburbs ○ arid desert ● woods or rainforest ● mountains ● open fields ● beach ○ the confines of hell ○ other : _______ http://residence ○ dorms ○ city house ● suburban house ○ mansion or manor ○ trailer ○ farmhouse ○ other : _______ http://housemates ● family member(s) ● friend(s) ○ landlord/lady ○ none ○ other : _______ http://mode http://of http://transport ● public transport ○ taxi ● motorcycle or scooter ○ car ○ other : _______ http://preferred http://drink ○ water ○ alcohol ● natural juice ○ coffee or tea ○ carbonated drinks ○ other : _______ http://preferred http://food ● sweets ○ meats ● fruits ○ vegetables ○ carbohydrates ○ other : _______ http://social http://class ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ low middle high http://affection http://for http://others ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ low middle high http://social http://interaction ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ low middle high http://favourite http://genre ○ comedy ● romance ● thriller or horror ● mystery ○ science fiction or fantasy ○ contemporary ○ historical ○ literary ● action or adventure ○ drama or tragedy ○ other : _______ http://criminal http://record ● underage drinking ○ drunk driving ○ assault or arson ○ manslaughter ○ murder or attempted murder OKAY SHE'S NOT A MURDERER BUT TOTALLY IN ANOTHER AU ○ protest or activism ○ false accusations ○ _nothing they can prove_ ○ other : _______ http://learning http://style ○ nature ○ music ○ numbers ○ people ○ self ○ picture ○ language ○ body i don't know what this means http://deadly http://sin ○ pride ○ wrath ○ gluttony ○ greed ● envy ○ sloth ○ lust http://heavenly http://virtue ○ humility ○ patience ○ temperance ○ charity ● kindness ○ diligence ○ chastity http://self http://discipline ○ what is that ○ no ○ when it suits them ● decent ○ intense http://creativity ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ low high Will's more of a thinker so she leaves it to him http://cleanliness ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ low middle high http://usual http://outfit ○ formal ● casual ○ lazy ● sporty ○ other : _______ http://likeability ○ non-existent ○ when they attempt ○ pretty okay ● cool person(tm) ○ god-like http://luck ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ low middle high http://common http://fears ○ spiders or insects ○ wild animals ○ darkness ● death ● ridicule ● abandonment ○ other : how enjoyable was this survey ? ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● bad good 🐌🐌🐌 ┏ ┓ ♚ another kin meme ♚ ↳ created by @.mut4nt don't remove credit ┗ ┛ tagged by: MYSELF ♞ if you don't want to or can't answer a question, skip it and please don't delete it! ♞ ┏ ┓ ♚ about your kin/id ♚ ┗ ┛ • kin/id of choice • ↳ milo zersuit. his last name is just so bad and i tried to make a samus reference but it's just so bad • canon of said kin/id • ↳ merrverse • gender + sexuality of said kin/id • ↳ I... THEY'RE ALL STRAGIHTH HORRIBLE BOYS • age of said kin/id • ↳ 16 • emoji used to define said kin/id • ↳ 🎹 • emojis that remind you of them • ↳ 😴💤🥀🌿🌌🌃⚓⌚🌒🌚☔🎑🏒⚙️ • favorite canonmate(s) • ↳ he hates everyone but nia. probably is somewhat amused by prince • favorite places in your canon • ↳ • your kin/id's aesthetic • ↳ blue, blinding lights that seem so bright as night swirls around you; the breath of a sunset and the melancholy that follows with it; glow aesthetic street signs; gas stations at 2 am; unopened cigarettes and broken promises and the cold hand of someone you once loved in yours in the dead of winter; winter but no snow; winter but no glory... • songs that remind you of your kin/id • ↳ do i wanna know - artic monkeys • colors that remind you of your kin/id • ↳ all shades of blue, a never pure white • favorite item(s) from your canon • ↳ he cherishes his hoodies • favorite memory • ↳ • have you met any canonmates? • ↳ • do you want to meet canonmates? • ↳ ┏ ┓ ♚ this / that ♚ ┗ ┛ • coke or pepsi • ↳ coke • dog person or cat person • ↳ cat • pop music or rock music • ↳ neither, but probably rock • morning or evening person • ↳ evening • sweet or savory • ↳ savory • stay at home or always on the go • ↳ stay at home man.. • introvert or extrovert • ↳ introvert • wine or beer • ↳ he doesn't drink, but would probably like wine • super strength or super speed • ↳ s.....peed • always bored or always tired • ↳ oh my god both. mostly tired • chocolate or lollipops • ↳ chocolate • pulp or no pulp • ↳ he is a straight up pulp hater • video games or board games • ↳ vidya games • sneakers or flip flops • ↳ sneakers • snapbacks or baseball caps • ↳ ugh, I dunno • black or white • ↳ white • mountains or beaches • ↳ mountains • pasta or rice • ↳ rice • sports cars or trucks • ↳ he doesn't really care for cars but probably sports? • piano or guitar • ↳ PIANO , that's like his only talent • hot weather or cold weather • ↳ cold • laid back or strict • ↳ laid back strictness • melee weapons or long distance • ↳ long distance • gemstones or metal • ↳ gemstones • sarcastic or sincere • ↳ sarcastic • galaxies or planets • ↳ planets • easily excited or easily tired • ↳ HE HAS DEPRESSION ♚ tagging ♚ ↳ youuu "merr for the last time stop doing more kin memes and changing them to oc memes" y'all mind if i just ┏ ┓ ♚ another kin meme ♚ ↳ created by @.mut4nt don't remove credit ┗ ┛ tagged by: i stole this from dave ♞ if you don't want to or can't answer a question, skip it and please don't delete it! ♞ ┏ ┓ ♚ about your kin/id ♚ ┗ ┛ • kin/id of choice • ↳ colton scott but im definitely changing his name so it's alliterative. ive been reading a lot of scott pilgrim • canon of said kin/id • ↳ uhhh.. merrverse • gender + sexuality of said kin/id • ↳ he's cis. and has never been really knowledgeable to consider *gasp* dating another guy?!!!!?? • age of said kin/id • ↳ i tend to set them all around 16 • emoji used to define said kin/id • ↳ 🎸 as it is this guitar kind of annoys me but shdbdbd • emojis that remind you of them • ↳ ✌️💫👔🌻🌆✨🎖️⚽🎮🎸🎹🎧🖱️💿 i hate him • favorite canonmate(s) • ↳ HE LOVES HIS GF VERY MUCH OBVS...colton has a different social group outside of the main cast but he likes most of them, sure. • favorite places in your canon • ↳ probably his garage/room • your kin/id's aesthetic• - it's really really indie rock... half assed music; the obvious plucking of a guitar, and less than perfect perfectness; a bunch of lyrics on aesthetic images; bruised limbs, knuckles; contemplating your life past the normal extent a teenager should go • songs that remind you of your kin/id • ↳ ......indie rock bands THAT ONE SONG by the artic monkeys, the strokes, front bottoms • colors that remind you of your kin/id • ↳ a darker yellow-y green • favorite item(s) from your canon • ↳ 🎸🎧🎮 • favorite memory • ↳ AJAHAJS I DON'T KNOW • have you met any canonmates? • ↳ • do you want to meet canonmates? • ↳ ┏ ┓ ♚ this / that ♚ ┗ ┛ • coke or pepsi • ↳ i feel coke but he likes sweet things so...Hmm • dog person or cat person • ↳ DOG • pop music or rock music • ↳ rock ajsjjs • morning or evening • ↳ evening • sweet or savory • ↳ sweet • stay at home or always on the go • ↳ he's sociable and friendly but i feel like he'd spend a lot of time by himself • introvert or extrovert • ↳ introverted extrovert