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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after an afternoon of gaming, you and inumaki share your first kiss

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, he uses his cursed speech on you

‧₊˚ a / n : toge can say some words as long as they’re not harmful, onigiri ingredients are in japanese

“FINALLY!” your voice resonated victoriously from Toge’s room, he loudly groaned and let himself fall backwards onto the bed.

About four hours had passed since you came over to Toge’s dorm to play videogames. And about two of them had been spent in trying to beat him in Smash Bros. Toge had won 2 rounds against 1 most of the time, but you had finally managed to turn the tides against him. Sure, it was just one victory against his multiple ones but it tasted glorious!

“YES! IT WAS ABOUT TIME IT WAS NOT FAIR!!” you punched the air in joy, standing on your knees.

“OKAKA”

“DESERVED! EVERYONE CHEER FOR Y/N”

“OKAKAAAA”

“Y/N SUPREMACY”

“Tch” Toge clicked his tongue and pulled you down onto the bed while you laughed, he giggled and placed his index in front of his lips “late”

“Oh” your eyes widened with the realization of the time, turning around towards him “you’re right, I should go back to my dorm.”

He groaned and puckered his lips in annoyance. You smiled. He was so cute. You were both on your sides, only centimeters apart, looking at each other. Next thing you knew you were lost in his beautiful lavender eyes, and your heartbeat quickened, thinking about how much you ached to caress his cheek and trace his cursed marks with your index. It was moments like this when you thought about your friendship with him, and how much effort you had put into carefully weaving it without involving the growing feelings in your chest.

“You want me to stay?” your question blurted out in a low voice.

He nodded, his hand catching a strand of your hair and placing it behind your ear. Your cheeks reddened to the feeling of his fingertips grazing your face. A sweet sensation of nervousness sat in your stomach, butterflies suddenly arose to try and turn your insides upside down. He immediately noticed the blush and apparently that made him smile, he seemed intrigued for a moment.

“Come closer.”

Your body moved on its own without permission from your brain. You brought your bodies closer to each other, pulling towards him by grabbing his shirt, your faces now extremely close. Inhaling sharply, your eyes widened and stared at him in surprise, his intrigued expression never leaving his face. He giggled at your reaction. He was teasing you and it was almost unfair, anyone could tell how much he was enjoying it. Shakily, your hand made its way towards his marks, index slowly tracing over the pattern on his smooth skin. As his long white lashes lowered down towards your hand, his lips partly opened at the touch. God, he’s so beautiful. He closed his eyes, his forehead rested on yours. Sighing, he nuzzled against your cheek, and his arms slithered around your waist. With a nervous gulp, you closed your eyes too, feeling his breath over your shaky lips. When you caressed his face, he licked his lower lip. And finally, his lips found their rightful place on top of yours. He kissed softly, causing a warm feeling of longing hugging your body. When you kissed back his arms around you tightened, trying to somehow bring you even closer, his tongue slid through your lower lip. Gasping, you slowly opened your mouth to grant him access, and his hot tongue filled your mouth, making the butterflies flutter with no control. One hand on his shirt turning into a pleading fist, the other one threading his white hair in between your fingers. Tender yearning was the only thing in between our mouths, until he pulled away for a sharp breath. You also breathed in the air you had forgotten you needed at all.

“Toge…” you tried to say something, anything, but the kiss had left your mind wiped clean.

“Hmm” he hummed in response. You didn’t say anything, just wrapped your arms around his neck “kiss.”

Following his orders, you kissed him shortly.

“Kiss” his now slightly husky voice pushed you to peck his lips yet again “more.”

This time, that last word obliged you to properly kiss him, just like the first time. Lips molding against his like they were meant to be together, melting. The sounds filling the room felt like music to your ears, with both of you tangled in between each other like you had been looking forward to it for a while. And it probably was just like that. One of his hands decided to guide you holding your jaw with his fingertips. You stopped the kiss to breathe again, you could’ve sworn the room was revolving around both of you like you had just become the center of the universe. He was the center of your universe. His face moved away from yours and you finally opened your eyes, his thumb caressing your chin.

“Beautiful.” his eyes seemed to shimmer in a new way you hadn’t seen before.

You knew your cheeks were already flushed, but it still felt like that single word prompted the rest of the blood in your body to concentrate on your cheeks solely. A bashful smile appeared on your face. Ironically, it seemed like you couldn’t find the words to tell him how beautiful he was to you. You thought another kiss could convey the words instead, so you just leaned over to connect your mouths once again.

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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All That Matters

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader (with hints of Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x fem!reader)

Fic Type: One-Shot

[Moon Boys Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Summary: You’re on your period. Luckily for you, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

A/N: Is this a little self-indulgent? Maaaaaaybe. Do I care? Not particularly… Whoever it can help, the better! Thanks to @lovely-cryptid (who gave me the Mr. Knight line. >:3) and @marc-spectorr for letting me bounce this idea off them!

Rating/Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Minors DNI, mild smut, fingering, dry humping, period sex, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant, fluffy fluff, too many Star Wars references and I-love-yous for me to count oop—

Blood was, almost quite literally, everywhere when you woke up. Steven had just washed the sheets, too, and you’d spent yesterday evening giggling and tickling each other in a cuddle-fest as you made the bed. Goddamn Mother Nature. Why couldn’t humans be, maybe, like ducks, who re-absorb the unused pillow in the uterus? But. No. It’s gotta fucking shred off painfully in a mini-birth with mini-contractions once a month for the rest of your life.

Crippling cramps seized up in your lower stomach, running into your back and up into your chest and down your legs like a bitch. You were crying, but, also very pissed off. Steven just changed those fucking sheets.

You managed to slowly make your way to the bathroom. You washed off, changed clothes, and put on a pad before changing the sheets again achingly slowly and in tears. When it was finally over— not very neatly at all— you climbed into bed with the heating pad after taking some painkillers, wrapped up in one of Steven’s jackets in an effort to feel comforted. In your arms you squeezed a unicorn stuffed animal (you weren’t sure where the fuck your BB-8 one had gotten to) to death as you turned on the tv, hurriedly getting to Disney+ and turning on the Mandalorian. Mercifully, the combination of comfort did its job, and you fell into a deep, if restless, sleep.

Steven had knocked a few times in an effort to get your help opening the door. A long day at work and then a trip to the store? Absolutely horrible. Not to mention he was worried. You hadn’t responded to any of his texts or calls today when you were the one who usually texted him. He tried not to worry too much— after all, there were plenty of explanations as to why you might not be communicative today.

But what if there was a bad reason, and him not hurrying home had only sealed your fate?

And now you weren’t even answering the door.

Steven set the bags down and unlocked the door, opening it a bit before scooping up the groceries again. “Y/N? Love?” He called into the seemingly empty flat. “I’m home!” When you didn’t respond, Steven set the bags on the kitchen counter. He heard talking from the bedroom and froze, the worst possible scenarios filling his head.

“Pendejo. That’s the tv.”

Jake’s observation made him jump— his alters had been mostly quiet for today. Maybe he’d have been less anxious with them around, or maybe more so. After all, he did hear relief in Jake’s voice.

Steven hurried to the bedroom, stopping short when he realized what was wrong.

The tv was playing the Mandalorian, although the end credits of the last episode were playing. Hell, did you binge the whole series today? You just might have. You, yourself, were curled up in a tight ball on the bed, face twisted and little soft grunts of pain coming from you in your sleep. You had one of his jackets wrapped around you and a cold heating pad pressed to your stomach, your unicorn plushie squeezed all to hell. The stains of blood on your pants and the sheets confirmed to Steven that your condition was just the first day of an unfair monthly cycle. “Bloody hell…”

Steven sighed, grabbing the tv remote and flipping to Boba Fett. You always needed a distraction on your period, and if the Mandalorian had put you to sleep, maybe another Star Wars show would help you relax. He very nearly put on Rise of Skywalker, but then stopped short. Every time you watched that you gushed over Poe Dameron, and maybe that was just the distraction you needed— but, in the end, Boba Fett was longer. And cooler. He definitely wasn’t jealous of a Star Wars character.

With another sigh, he dug your BB-8 plushie out from under the bed and set it beside the unicorn one for you before going to the bathroom and running a hot bath. The temperature was far too hot for his liking, but you preferred it this way. He snuck around the bedroom to get you a pair of clean and comfy clothes, setting them on the bathroom sink with a pad— had you even changed today? Had you eaten? Drank any water? He knew you probably hadn’t. He spent the next five minutes trying to be as quiet as possible by bringing snacks and water to the side of the tub and collecting the special red fluffy towels before even thinking of waking you up.

Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Love… hey…”

You stirred immediately, choking out a pained sob and a very pissed off huff. Steven gently shushed you, and you all but burst into relieved tears as your blurry eyes settled on your boyfriend. The sight of you in such pain broke Steven’s heart. “Steven,” You squeaked, reaching for him; he was already leaning down to hug you. You really did start crying when he put his arms around you, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Hey, sh sh sh, I’m here now love, I’m here, sh…”

“It hurts,” you croaked out.

“I know, darling,” Steven whispered, kissing your temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up now, yeah?”

“I-I fixed the— oh no—“

When your face screwed up like that, Steven realized you’d probably already changed the sheets this morning, and he started carding his fingers through your hair. “No, sh. It’s okay. It happens, love. They can be washed. I’ll change them.”

“But you just did yesterday,” You whined pitifully.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one profusely bleeding from my privates ‘cause of an organ ripping itself to pieces, am I?” Steven didn’t find it funny at all, but your little weak giggle made him smile. He peppered kisses all over your face, making you hum. “I’ll take care of everything, alright? Let’s get you to the bath. Have you changed at all today?” You made a face. Steven hoped and prayed you didn’t get some kind of infection. “What about eating?” Meekly, you shook your head. Steven frowned. “Not a good day for it, huh? I’ll pause your show for you, love, and you can wash off while I clean up the bed, yeah?”

He scooped you up bridal style against his chest, carefully, feeling guilty when you winced. He helped you strip off your ruined clothes and step into the tub, easing you down and pointing out where he’d set everything. He left you with a kiss on your forehead. Too exhausted to actually rub yourself down much, you poured some soap into the water and let it do its thing.

You were pleasantly surprised a few minutes later when Steven returned, having changed into his own pajamas, and grabbed your loofah from the hook on the shower wall. “What are you—“

“Taking care of you,” Steven said softly, sudsing up the fluffy object. He stripped off his shirt and washed you off gently, occasionally kissing your temple.

At one point, you hummed blissfully into his chest. “You smell like the museum.”

Steven chuckled. “S’that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“A very good thing,” You breathed into his skin. It was only after several beats of silence— and Steven not moving— that you opened your eyes to find him staring at you with sad puppy eyes and a furrowed brow. “What?”

“A bit unfair, innit?” Steven caressed your cheek. “You being in so much pain every month just ‘cause I didn’t get you pregnant.” His wording shouldn’t send a shiver down your spine. But it does. “I mean, I don’t have my prostate tryin’ to kill me every month when my body realizes I didn’t make a baby with you. It’s bloody unfair and it shouldn’t be happening.”

Your eyebrow shot up, words spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them. Maybe it was prompted by him kissing your forehead and holding your face with one hand and gently massaging your stomach with the other. “You offering to amend that?” Steven froze. There was silence. Flushing, you shook your head. “Sorry, I don’t know why I—“

Steven wrapped his arms around you gently, biting his lip. “No, maybe I am.”

He smiled at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You beamed, nudging your nose against his. “R… Really?”

“Yeah.” When you started to cry again, Steven kissed each space under your eyes. “Why are you crying, love?”

“You… You want to have kids with me? Are all of you on board with this?”

Your question warmed his heart. Jake and Marc had often wondered about what it would be like— except they were both scared. Steven wasn’t. “I’m pretty sure. We’ll need to talk first, but… yeah. I want that. A little person that’s half me, half you… You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. You’re kind and brave and strong and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want my child to be a part of you, darling… please don’t cry when I say nice things about you—“

Your sobs broke into a relieved laugh, one that made Steven smile as he cradled you to his chest. “There’s that smile, gorgeous.”

“I love you,” You said as you kissed him. Steven hummed into your mouth before pulling away to answer, “I love you too. Very much.”

Steven helped you out of the bath, dry off, and get dressed, then carried you to the bed— you giggled when he laid you down, making him raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just a dream.”

“No, I’m quite real,” He smiled when he kissed you, but it soon became distracted. “Oh, bugger. I forgot to put the groceries away.”

“Do you need any help?”

Steven looked at you as if you’d just suggested something unheard of. “Oh, of course. My girl is currently bleeding out and in severe pain, but by all means, come walk to the kitchen and help me put two bags of food in the cabinets. Like I don’t have hands of my own to do it. Geez, darling. I can put the groceries away on my own. You just stay here and relax, yeah?” At your smile, Steven kissed your cheek and pressed BB-8 into your hands, pressing play on Boba Fett for you; he even returned before putting the groceries away with a heating pad, Gatorade, and nutrient bars. “I know you don’t want to eat, love, but please try, okay?”

You nodded, glancing up in nothing short of mild amazement when he effortlessly snapped the lid of the Gatorade open while you adjusted the heating pad. Sometimes you forgot that Steven had the same strength as Marc and Jake hidden under his comfy sweaters. He kissed your forehead again before leaving. “I’ll be right back.”

And he was. But by the time he returned to your side, tears were silently streaming down your face once more. “Love, I think you’re strangling poor Beebs,” Steven tried to joke as he pressed himself against your side and took you into his arms. You only sniffled and hiccuped in response, nestling into him and hugging your plushie tight. Steven reached around you and squeezed it in order to make it elicit a stream of excited beeping. “See? He doesn’t want you to cry. Or to strangle him. I mean, if you have to, yeah, but…” He trailed off as you managed a weak laugh at that before more tears, and he held you close. “C’mere, love; I’ve got you. Want me to put on Rise of Skywalker? I’ll even let you sigh dreamily over Poe. With his pornographic pants.” His jibe didn’t make you laugh like it usually did; you must have been in severe pain now.

“Just hold me?” You asked in a small voice, and Steven felt very violent toward whatever divine entity had decided to make females bleed once a month.

“Sure. Yeah, okay. I can do that.” Steven held you close to him, spooning you and shushing you and petting your hair in an effort to calm you down.

Steven.

“What?”

Give her an orgasm.

Of all the things Marc could have possibly said, Steven certainly didn’t expect that. “W-what?”

Give her an orgasm, Marc repeated. It’ll get rid of her cramps instantly.

“...S’this you just tryin’ to get some? Really, bruv, when she’s in this much pain?”

“Who is it?” You squeaked out, knowing that he was talking to one of his alters.

“Marc,” Steven huffed into the nape of your neck. When you shivered against him, he reluctantly added, “...He says an orgasm can make your cramps go away.”

You twisted your head to look at him. Almost hopefully. Steven was used to the few days before your period being filled of sex— you practically jump the boys daily. But on your period? You’d never really shown any sign of wanting that, and no matter how horny they were, none of the boys were going to force you. But that look in your eye now was the very same one you get whenever you’re in the mood.

Bloody hell.

Steven moved his hand to your stomach, nuzzling the spot behind your ear that made you weak in the knees. His lips grazed your skin and he nipped playfully at the shell of your ear, making you whimper. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yes but— Steven, I’m bleeding. I’ll make a mess. It’ll get everywhere and all over you and it’ll be disgusting for you—“

“Shhh,” Steven said against your pulse point. He was eager now, biting and sucking and licking all up and down your neck and jaw. “Let me make you feel better, dove.” After a beat of hesitation, he added, “I’m Mr. Knight, darling. Blood doesn’t bother me. It’s okay.”

Only when you relaxed in his arms did he make a move. He licked two of his fingers before he slipped his hand down the front of your sweatpants. You gasped when his fingertips nudged through your tender folds, Steven never taking his eyes off your face to judge your reactions. When he found your clit, you cried out, making him freeze. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no,” You whimpered, closing your eyes, “It’s just sore. Please keep going.”

Gently, Steven obliged, kissing your neck gently as he drew slow circles around your clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your body twisting against him. “Shh, that’s it, sweet girl. So pretty, dove, you’re such a pretty girl. This feel good?”

He tentatively slid one finger into your aching core. You moaned and gasped and writhed in his arms, hips bucking against his hand. Steven held you against his chest with his free arm, whispering praises in your ear. “I’m gonna make you feel good, dove. Yeah, that’s it, move your hips, there you go…”

“S-Steven,” You whimpered brokenly as he inserted another finger and curled them against that spongy spot that always made you scream for him. “Agh— Steven—“

He wondered if it might injure you, doing this; but Marc only told him briefly that it was okay, seconded by Jake. Still… “Does it hurt at all?”

“A-a little,” You whined, riding his hand desperately, “But don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“I’m not gonna stop, dove,” He breathed into your neck, “Cum whenever you’re ready, sweetheart, I’m right here.” Steven didn’t even realize he was grinding into you until you reached back to grab his hip with a high pitched whine. His thumb swept up to rub against your clit, nearly making you scream. Your hand moved from his waist to the back of his head, tangling and tugging on his curls in an almost painful manner that only made Steven move his hand and hips faster. Your neck twisted in an effort to kiss him, and he met you halfway, hungrily devouring your mouth with a moan and a clash of teeth and tongues.

Your grinding movements against his hand stuttered, so he increased the speed and pressure of his hand; you came with a cry all over him, tearing your mouth away from his as your threw your head back into the pillows. Steven turned his open-mouthed kisses to your bared neck, growling into your skin as he came against you from behind.

Panting heavily, Steven reached up with his clean hand to wipe your sweaty hair off your forehead, kissing you softly. “How’s that, love? Feel better?”

You let out the most obscene gasp of relief. “Y-yeah, much better… Steven…” You lifted your head, frowning when you saw your ruined pants, the sheets, his hand and sleeve…

Steven made you lay back down, nudging your head with his to push you back. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’ll only take me a second to clean up, yeah?”

Repeating the process from earlier, he soon had you nestled against his side once more, watching tv. The heating pad was discarded, but you still clung to BB-8 as you nibbled on the snacks Steven had brought you and sipped the Gatorade. Exhaustion hung off you now, bone deep from a restless night and day— and then your mind-numbing orgasm. “I hate days like this…” You mumbled dejectedly. “I hate it when you have to do so much—“

Steven kissed the top of your head. “Hush. I don’t mind it, not at all. Neither do Marc or Jake, I promise.”

“Yeah, but… it’s stupid,” You scoffed, more to yourself, “It’s supposed to just be a period.”

“Well, it isn’t.” Steven leaned down to kiss you, speaking between the soft presses of his lips to yours. “And we’re gonna take care of you every. Single. Time.” He hummed thoughtfully into a particularly long and tender kiss, making you smile a little as you pulled away in silent question. Steven’s eyes scanned over your face, a mischievous glint in your eye. “...You know what this means, right?” You cocked an eyebrow, and he caged you underneath of him as he peppered kisses all over your face and neck. “I’m gonna have to get you pregnant before your next period.”

You shoved BB-8 at his face, blocking him from seeing your blush. “Steven!”

He tore the plushie away to attack you with kisses and playful nips and growls, making you squeal with laughter. Satisfied at having finally made you laugh, Steven flopped over and laid on his back beside you, beaming as he pulled you flush against him.

“Love you,” He hummed, to which you responded by giving him a peck on the corner of his mouth.

“Love you too.” Only a few minutes passed before you said, very softly, “Hey, baby? Can we switch to Rise of Skywalker?”

Steven rolled over, away from you, with a dramatic groan, burying his face in a pillow. “I had to say it, didn’t I?! I had to bloody say it! Now I have to sit through two and half hours of you ogling some plonker in ridiculous pants!”

“I do not ogle,” you scoffed, “I look. Respectfully.”

Steven lifted his head to raise an eyebrow at you. “How the hell can you ‘respectfully’ stare at somebody’s crotch?!”

“You look just like him!”

“Bloody— yeah, sure. Whatever. Just put it on. Begin my suffering without further ado.”

Giggling, you leaned over to say in his ear. “You’re hotter.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have sexier pants.”

“Sure.”

“No no, you have a sexier suit. The black one?”

Steven groaned. “Am I gonna have to wear it just so I don’t lose my girlfriend to a fictional character?”

“Nooooooo,” You drawled out, tracing a pattern down his shoulder. “Though I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to you wearing it…” Steven grunted into the pillow, and you shifted closer to him. “Tell you what: if Poe Dameron came out of that tv right now—“

“More like crashed the bloody ship. The fella can’t fly for shit without wrecking his planes.”

“—starfighters. They’re starfighters or ships, Steven. And he’s the best pilot in the galaxy.” You continued hurriedly with (descending into giggles as Steven kept interrupting you), “If Poe—“

“First name basis now? Real bloody nice—“

“Came through the tv—“

“With intergalactic powers, lovely. I’m screwed over here.”

“And asked me on a date—“

“Bit bold, isn’t he? I mean, he doesn’t even know you?”

Steven twisted into his back, pulling you against his chest and smiling into your cheek. “I would say no.”

Steven stared at you for several seconds with a completely straight face, before bursting into deep laughter. “No you would not!”

You scoffed, offended. “Yes I would!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Y—“ You interrupted yourself with a high-pitched squeal as Steven tickled your waist, any protests you may have had cut into gibberish as you tried to speak past Steven’s ruthless attack. He settled down after a moment, allowing you to breathe as he pulled you close to cuddle you and grab the remote.

“Bloody hell…” He looked at your BB plushie. “What do you think, mate?” You squeezed the stuffed animal, prompting little beeps and whistles to come from the stuffed droid. Steven reluctantly nodded as he switched from Boba Fett to the main Star Wars hub. “Yeah, yeah. Just what I thought.”

“Steven?” You chirped as the main song burst to life from the tv. He hummed in question, rapt despite his protests. “I love you.”

Steven smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he hugged you close. “I love you, too, darling.”

Thanks for reading!

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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THE SLASHERS

GETTING HUMBLED

Again

☆STARRING☆

Asa emory ☆ beefy man with too much confidence

Michael Audrey Myers ☆ he's called Audrey and is a dumb bitch with anger issues. He didn't picked a struggle and now he's paying for it

Jesse Cromeans ☆ Mr worldwide who spent a whole movie chasing the most stupid woman in this world just to get his face fucked up

CONTENT:

Tw: Asa and Michael? Damn, double homicide. Canon violence, mature language

A/n: @theultimateasseater asked for a reader with bayonetta like powers and I should deliver. I just love bullying slashers without any fucking reason.

ASA EMORY:

He wish he could say this was not being the most humiliating experience of his life

Kinda fun too tho

You were obviously one of his victims

He hasn't spent too much time observing you as he usually would cause it was a kind of on the moment decision. He was following someone else when he noticed you

Bro was too cocky for his own good

Our ever so nice bug man thought it would be easy to just traumatise you in your own house

My man got traumatised back

He was that one insect exterminator you called to help you with a ant problem in your bathroom

He was basically having his silly goofy time messing up with your house security alarms to be able to access later without problems

But my beefy boy didn't took in consideration you were a step ahead of him

By the time he came back to your house at night you already knew he has sabotaged the security system

Now you being as unhinged as this fuckers is you really thought it would be funny to fuck around with him and hurt his ego a little bit

Bro got humbled so hard he could've cry

It all started with you dodging every single trap without committing a single fucking mistake

Beginners luck he thought and tried harder

All fun and games until you literally started to openly bullying him

"You took all that time and put so much effort into getting inside my house just to put these shitty traps? You really suck ass man.."

He took that very personally tbh

My man was done with trying to play around, now he just wanted to kill you and get this over

He was so angry is not even funny

After countless hours of getting his ass kicked he had to admit defeat and just go cry at home

Just when he was starting to recover from that shit you decided to just try to find him and to keep being the pain of his existence

Just for funsies you started by spooky him in his OWN HOUSE.

You go girlboss

Once he found out it was you he was about to end it all

Admittedly he found so fascinating your abilities and if you were less able to overpower him he would've study you

Please have some mercy with this man

When he finally had to accept the fact that you were not going to leave him alone his more nerdy side started to surface

He pestered you with questions and tests ecc..

Congrats now you're his new favourite toy

He treats you like a fucking pet but hey, at least he's nice to you

Eventually he would ask you to help him with the victims cause he knows you would be really good at hunting them down

Now you two are being unhinged together

MICHAEL MYERS:

With Michael could go two ways

Either he gets super angry or he doesn't care

I mean he has been chasing Laurie and both seemed to do their best in making everything harder than it should be

It's funny cause he's pretty sneaky too even if he can't really stop time or anything

So the whole time is basically you and him just being stubborn to the post where both of you just look stupid

You stalk him he stalks you

The amount of times you had like really startle him is ridiculous

He for the life of him couldn't figure out how the fuck you moved so fast

Audrey here is finding the world really unfair lately. You cam move at the fucking speed of light while he has to slow down if he doesn't want to lose his consciousness rights

When he tried to break into your house he got punched, kicked, pushed..you name it

I think eventually he would lose interest or in alternative would keep trying and would get obsessed with the thought of killing you

If he loses interest and you keep annoying him he would eventually have to get used to you

If he becomes obsessed well rip i guess bro

Honestly the fuck are you doing poking fun at the shape of haddonfield?

He would try to learn from you tho cause he wants to get that good at being sneaky so yeah you will catch him watching you a lot

PLEASE HE WOULD BE SO OFFENDED IF YOU SCARE HIM

the moment you pull a prank on him and successfully sneak up on him making him audibly gasp from surprise he's DONE.

you're done, you're done

I have to say it's almost so disappointing how fast he gest used to this shit

Like we get it, you're too cool myers but geez

You traumatise him so bad he's always checking behind him in case you're following

JESSE CROMEANS

Mr baldy man is having so much fun with you

I think he's the only one who sees you and your abilities as something that can make the kil and chasel even more interesting and funny for him

He managed to get you like he did with Princess so you wake up in one of those musty ass coffins he likes

He was expecting some dumb victim that gets killed almost instantly but when he sees you're taking all the right choices to survive he gets intrigued

He's like "damn, shawty is kinda good at this"

You even manage to dodge him without having to hide

The line is drawn when you make him fall on his ass while he tries to stab you.

He is like "ight ENOUGH FROM THE CLOWN"

One second you're in front of him the next you're behind and he's falling forwards face first

He can't decide between being all horny because of how hard you're to get and from the anticipation of what he will do to or to get just downright angry and become a menace to society by killing every single person on sight

He obviously picks the first one cause the first he finally gets his hands on you he's practically vibrating

But then he stops cause all the fun is gone and now he has to actually kill you

What a bummer when a victim that you want to fuckin slaughter is having a silly goofy time running away from you and you end up actually catching them so now you have to kill them

HE LITERALLY WALKS AWAY. NOT A SINGLE WORD OR ANYTHING

he looks at you and then starts to walk away like nothing happened

Obviously you were having none of it so like the rational person you are you decide to chase down the person that wanted to kill you

The look he gives you omg

Like "Oh no, they're one of those" EXCUSE YOU. HOW MANY TIMES HAS THIS HAPPEN TO YOU?

he avoids you like the plague until you finally manage to corner him

Corner him for real, you're caging this motherfucker against the damn wall

He's like 🧍🏻‍♂️ "Oh no, the strong and sexy victim who can literally stomp on me has trapped me, what a shame…anyways care to fuck"

HE WOULD BE LIKE THAT AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME IM NOT RIGHT

HE'S SUCH A BOTTOM WHO TURNS EVERYTHING INTO SOMETHING SEXUAL

HE'S WORSE THAN ALL OF YOU UNHINGED FUCKERS ON MY BLOG

Jesse is THE simp.

If you actually end up fuckin him or not is up to you

I personally would. I mean he's rich, he's hot and wants to get fucked up both in bed and outside of it? Save me a fucking slice thank you

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balsamfir-fics · 2 years

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On Retreats

Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader

Genres: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, make the man take a break, hints of a surprise proposal, bestie!Jayce

Summary: You and Jayce conspire against your favorite, stubborn, lanky man and force him into his version of imprisonment.. or so you think.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Viktor takes a vacation. Cross-posted to AO3.

"Viktor, the point of eye bags isn't to grow them," you tell him over dinner one day, exasperated.

Maybe it's because 'dinner' is being held at well past 1AM in the morning and is a very delicious (lies) pot of rice and beans. You'd told him earlier you had the time to cook, but he insisted -- in thirty-minute increments -- that he would be done with his fiddling. By the time you realized that he'd racked up 6 increments, it was too late for you to prepare what you wanted to; next time. There would always be another.

He doesn't respond, however, just pores over a copy of one of the Academy students' theses; while he's been too enthralled by the lure of discovery, he nearly forgot the pile of thesis revisions he needed to make in order to allow the best and the brightest to graduate. With his other hand Viktor absently lifts his spoon to his lips, bumping into the side of his mouth instead, and looking thoroughly confused. He blinks at the spoon, gaze a little glassy -- then he successfully finishes his bite. You hate to admit that it's a little cute, just a little, certainly not very much at all. But you clear your throat nonetheless, hoping to get his attention.

"One of these days, I'm going to drag you into a downtown day spa and lock you there."

Again, no response.

"I'm actually going to do it, Viktor, and now's your chance to rebut before I make real plans to drag you away from work."

Viktor hums, sounding strangely content. Deft fingers strike at the thesis manuscript with a wave of his graphite fragment.

You raise your eyebrows, but let him continue. You eat in silence, locked away in your own mind as you scheme, and Viktor is equally as quiet. Only the scratch of his graphite against the paper and the soft clack of wooden spoon against bowl fill your tiny, Academy-housing kitchen.

Then: "Hmm? Did you say something, my dearest?"

When you don't say anything, Viktor finally (finally!) drags his amber eyes away from the paper and looks at you. His eyes widen; he doesn't quite like the beatific grin he sees plastered over your face, because there's a glint in your eyes that suggests it's nothing good.

"My love?" He calls out your name, voice tentative and wary, but you only widen your smile. Jumping up to collect the dishes, you drop a kiss to his unruly hair before heading to the sink. "Dearest?" His call is even smaller this time, and -- dare you say it -- he sounds worried.

Good. He should be.

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It's not until Jayce drops him off at the Hexgate and starts laughing at the dock, waving madly at Viktor, that he realizes he's been had.

"I thought this was a business trip!" Viktor hisses at Jayce (who grows smaller by the second while the airship departs), clutching at his cane with both hands as he holds it in front of him, leaning against the airship's railing. "Even with Hexgate traveling speed, it'll take us days to get to Nashramae. I thought we were going to meet some engineering teams, or perhaps inspect the dock there, or --"

He's hushed when you lean up to press a kiss to his lips, in full purview of the (definitely watching) other passengers on this airship. Someone titters in the back, probably a child, probably someone who never thought that the Great Hextech Inventors could be something other than their jobs. Then again, you think wryly. Viktor is the kind of person who could very easily end up being 99% work, 1% everything else.

Sometimes you think it's unfair to call him a workaholic. You're not so great yourself, immersing yourself in your own projects to the point that some weekend hours have been spent on various efforts -- those precious weekend hours that Viktor occasionally decides to use for you time. It's come up before, particularly after a bad week of failures, when all he wanted was to spend all of Saturday napping shirtless in your arms, but you had been nowhere to be found. You did, however, make it a point to let Viktor know that one mistake for one weekend was not quite the same as never being home on weekdays. In fairness, he is at home more than he used to be -- it just happens to be that he wakes up shortly before you're done with your workday. So, this will be good, you tell yourself. Your schedules had been so poorly aligned that at this rate one might think you were neglecting Viktor, too.

You pull away faster than Viktor can come up with a scandalized retort, but when you look up at him, he actually has a smile on his face.

"What?" You start to feel a little nervous at his sudden attention. "No pearl-clutching? No 'this is a public place?' No 'technically this is my office; I built this?'"

Viktor merely lets out a small exhale, reaches for your hand, and pulls you into his side. "I did build this," he says with pride, amber gaze glancing up and around you at the airship. "And what an astute observation that this is a public place."

You're thoroughly concerned; not moments ago, Viktor was incredulous that you conspired with Jayce to lie to him (for two whole weeks!) about a bogus research trip, just to sentence him to a few days of experiment-free torment. This had been far too easy. Sure, it would have been rather difficult for Viktor to put up any sort of a physical fight with Jayce (unless it was a good day for Viktor, in which he could utilize some of the cane-fencing skills he sometimes practiced on Jayce in the lulls when they waited for a Hextech test to complete). And yes, he did protest a bit even under the pretense of an overseas work trip -- at least, according to Jayce.

You narrow your eyes at him, instantly suspicious. "Did you smuggle work into your suitcase?"

He gives you a lopsided grin. "I may have and I may not."

"Viktor!"

"Only a few theses, my love." Viktor reaches into his waistcoat's inner pocket, taking out a folded sheet of parchment and handing it to you. You unfold it slowly, raising an eyebrow in him in question as he merely nods for you to unfurl it faster. The cold wind blustering through the airship deck convinces you to snuggle closer into his side, partially leaning on the railing and partially leaning on him. His long fingers draw absentminded shapes on your arm as your eyes scan the page.

"This is an itinerary," you murmur, gaze darting back and forth. "A detailed, pre-meditated vacation itinerary, with reservation information!"

"And," he lilts, turning his head slightly to squint at his paradoxical elegant scrawl. "If you'll note, I made sure to book those around the activities you secretly planned, and budgeted time to do absolutely nothing at all." He leans in close, mouth by your ear. "Though I'm sure we'll find other ways of occupying our time, no?"

You pull back, gaping at him. He laughs openly at your expression, relishing in his victory. "Viktor, you-- how--"

"Jayce," he admits readily, the name coming out in an affectionate exhale. "He's not good at lying at all. The instant he started talking about a business trip, I had an inkling it wasn't what it seemed, and he told me your intentions by the evening."

Your expression darkens, and Viktor presses a kiss to your forehead in admittedly nice consolation. "I'm going to kill him, really, he's going to die by my hands."

"Not if Missus Medarda gets to him first," Viktor teases. "But I will admit, I did bring a few student theses with me to evaluate --" He lifts a finger when he sees you starting to complain. "-- only because I fully intend to satisfy you so well that you will, in fact, take some of this time to rest yourself."

"The whole point of this trip was for you to get a break," you halfheartedly jab your finger into his chest, but his arm around your waist gently tightens in response.

"And a break I shall have," Viktor says easily. "Because I'll be getting a minimum of 6 hours of sleep for a whole week. I daresay compared to my usual, that seems like a spa weekend in itself."

"You shouldn't be proud of yourself for having normal sleep hours during a retreat," you grumble. "You're supposed to have so much sleep and such late mornings that it's embarrassing." But you nuzzle into his embrace nonetheless, the sharp feeling of shock and betrayal (Jayce really was going to hear from you once you returned!) dissipating with the warmth of his body against yours.

When Viktor shivers at the next cold breeze, you head to your room -- a rather spacious one, because being one of the fathers of progress had to come with some perks to counter the stressful pressure of the role -- and tuck yourselves under a soft throw on the couch. Viktor leans into you more intently then, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder and his eyes to close. You sit like this, in quiet comfort, for a few minutes, until your mind gets the best of you and you break the silence.

"Love," you start, voice revealing your mild concern. Viktor stirs, raising his eyebrows so he can see you from where his head rests -- his eyes look enormous as a result, and you look down past his long eyelashes to lose yourself in his irises. "Are you sure this is alright? I know I wanted to go on a break with you, but if you truly had things to work on or data to collect--"

"-- then Jayce can handle it for a week," Viktor soothes. He pushes himself up so he can sit upright. "I certainly won't be indulging in more leisurely weeknights or more frequent trips away after this," he states matter-of-factly. "But I am aware that sometimes one must walk away from their work in order to return with a fresh perspective. Some of our better epiphanies with developing Hextech came from doing something else and finding inspiration outside. Like the airships, for example --" he waves his hand vaguely at the room. "-- quite against my will, Jayce took me to some sort of sporting event I didn't care to understand, and I noticed an automaton-balloon hybrid of a toy being sold to children. It led to the early designs of the airship, and helped us figure out how to improve the aerodynamics of the aircraft so to put less pressure on the Hextech energy used to move it." He blinks, then reaches for your hand, which he places between both of his own in his lap. His thumbs run over the veins in your hand, their travels slow and contemplative, as if Viktor is working on something in his mind.

Then he continues. "A lot of what I'd like to build next has to do with improving people's lives; helping families support each other and build prosperity. How can I even dream of doing that if I do not equally nurture my own? My family's lives?"

You flush a little under the pointed label of you as his family -- as his heart.

"Well, as long as you're okay with it," you say hesitantly, but when he smiles at you (and you swear his eye-bags look just a little less dramatic), you take confidence in his words.

"I am more than okay with this," Viktor says. He pulls you into him, your head now resting on his chest. Out of your sight, he glances up at the rack where his suitcase is stored, knowing that inside lies a small box with a ring, embedded with a cut fragment of spent Hex crystal.

And, he finds within himself, he truly is fine taking this break -- he will always have decades to conduct his life's work, but fewer chances to make you his life partner. He will tell you later, when the ring is on your finger and you're crying in tears of complete shock, that he's grateful for your scheming; grateful for your willingness to see past his Hex-tinted goggles, grateful for the challenges you give him. He will tell you that your attempts to surprise him made him competitive, and made him want to surprise you -- to turn all of your assumptions about his work-life balance on their head.

Your suggestion of a retreat afforded him the inspiration to determine what he wanted, and to take the leap for it when the opportunity arose.

For that, he will tell you as he kisses the ring on your hand, he will always be thankful.

#viktor fluff #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor arcane fluff #viktor arcane fanfiction #arcane fluff #arcane fanfiction #viktor fanfiction #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane x you

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dyslexicashell · 2 years

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Obey me! Smut and fluff Alphabet!

This is a special event thing I'm doing from sept. 19 to the 23rd, only up to 3 letters at a time pls, only select one character, also pls put the gender, if not the gender will automatically go to NB! Mc

NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

F= Favorite position

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me fanfic #diavolo smut #om! smut #lucifer obey me smut #obey me kinktober #obey me smut

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billieinspace · 2 years

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Just a Bit More Time Please.

Viktor x Reader One-Shot

CW: Angst, mentions of death, depressive themes.

WC: I’m not sure, mobile doesn’t lemme word count 😅

A/N: Brewing some angsty AU ideas and using tumblr as a vent until my friend gets home to hear them, oh and this is def not proof-read, sorry!🥲

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Time is never justifiable, it’s never consistent, and it definitely isn’t fair.

Time was cruel, the capabilities of tearing people apart for no gain other than some life lessons or emotional regulation.

It didn’t take long after he got sick; the constant push and pull of being lovers was something that kept you both grounded and provided the added ability of shutting the rest of the world down.

You spent more nights in his hospital bed, gentle fingers brushing against his arms, watching as the machines worked to keep him hydrated and comfortable. He would smile at you softly,

“You’re too good to me, love.”, as you fought back the urge to cry. You’d give anything to make him better.

Jayce understood your lack of contribution to Hextech right now, he was prepared for the worst and felt it wasn’t his place to tell you what you could do with your time.

Each day was similar. You’d walk to the hospital, special desserts in hand, a book, some flowers, and the same green Post-It Notes with ‘Viktor, I love you so much!’ scribbled on it.

Last week Viktor could sit up properly, this week, it took effort and help, but he still managed. Your legs criss-crossed on the bed as you shared your dessert and whispered sweet nothings; as you read stories and cuddled; as you gave him a tender kiss on his forehead, and a chaste one on his dry lips, you stayed on that bed - until you left late at night with an ache in your thighs from the prolonged position.

The week after, it changed again. Viktor could hardly speak; he was fatigued and could barely lift his arms to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes.

“Please, just…just a little longer, Viktor.”

You whispered, knowing it wouldn’t do much, but the hope was still there that he’d miraculously recover and be back to the young, intelligent, mobile man he was when you first met.

He took his time to reassure you that he loved you.

“Dear, despite the circumstance, I will love you even if time ceases to exist for me…”The softness of his lips touched your knuckles as he spoke, “Do not cry, it will be okay.” He was lying, but you trusted him anyways.

No one prepared you for death. Not Jayce, not your family, not even Viktor himself.

The last time you saw him was the day he had left the world. His body still and cold, but yet, his face was peaceful despite the shallow dips and shadows that signified his weight loss over the past few weeks.

Normally, you wouldn’t have been allowed in there at that time, but the nurses took pity on your desperate cries for more time.

You curled up in the bed next to him as you talked to him about what you’ll do from here on out, flitting a tiny note from his bedside table. It was ornate in structure but delicate; the familiar handwriting across the folded piece read ‘My Dearest Y/N’. You ended the day with one last kiss to his cheek, promising him that you’ll do no wrong from now on, and then left. The bittersweet tears streaming down your face as a mournful goodbye left your lips toward the nurses.

Three weeks later, time got away. The darkness of your bedroom was suffocating but welcoming, the tears that stained your cheeks were just as strong as they were the day he passed, and the mess of quick snacks and half-glasses of wine were evidence that your coping mechanisms weren’t working.

Finding yourself groggy and achy, your mind slipped back to the note that remained under your pillow. Curiously, it took some mental preparation before shaky fingers played with the edge as it was opened.

‘Y/N. by the time you read this, I will have probably been gone for a while. I may not have been the best for you, but I guarantee you were the best for me. I know you think time is unfair and that my sickness prevented a long and happy lifestyle that most dream of, but I promise every second with you, was worth it. You gave me an experience I was scared to ever pursue, and I fell in love with you, thank you for giving me that.

I know when I am gone, you will want to isolate yourself; please don’t. Jayce needs you. You are my legacy, my future, and I know you will take it far; you are always amazing and brilliant. I want you to spend your time without me just as vibrantly as you did with me, whether it be in love, or enjoying the things that life has to discover. Until we meet again, I want you to have fantastic stories to share with me.

I mean this fully when I say this,

I love you, Y/N, no amount of time can change that.

Yours dearly,

-Viktor

P.S. Keep Jayce in check, we both know he has a tendency to get side-tracked.’

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

When you woke, the birds and the sun indicated it was still early. Keeping Viktor’s words in your head, you slunk out of bed, showered, ate, and got dressed. Your final step before heading out the door was a wishful thinking that you had to keep going for him, as you stuffed the letter in your pocket as a reminder.

Jayce wasn’t expecting you to walk into the lab that morning; a warm smile on his face as his long arms wrapped around you, telling you that he’s missed you. You took a deep breathe as you looked at the familiar but different lab with a sad smile,

“It’ll be okay, Viktor said so.”

He nodded and you two slipped into a quiet routine, enjoying each others company as an honour to your gone but never forgotten partner.

Healing takes time, but when there’s love and hope, it makes it just a little more bearable.

#viktor arcane #arcane #reader insert #viktor x you #viktor x reader #arcane fanfiction #viktor/reader #arcane viktor x reader #angst

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jmagnabo92 · 1 year

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The Return of Snuffles

Part 12 of Mirror Talks. AO3

When Harry's upset by the events of the eavesdropping on Christmas Eve, he transforms into Snuffles allowing he and Sirius to spend the holiday having Padfoot and Snuffles adventures.

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When Sirius enters Harry’s first bedroom, he’s expecting to see a very upset Harry. What he sees instead is a black Samoyed Puppy (barely over two years old in dog years) with green eyes and marks that look like Harry’s glasses and scars. Very clearly this dog is Harry.

What the fuck?

Sirius quickly steps into the room, leaving the door open (thanks to Harry’s confession about hating being locked in), Sirius could stop Kreacher from entering and give Harry the comfort of the open door.

“Harry? Kid?” Sirius asks.

Harry nods and looks at him pleadingly. He’s obviously upset, and uncertain about being in trouble at the transformation. Any other time Sirius would give him trouble for breaking his rule on being an Animagus, but right now, he’s more concerned about the fact that Harry is suddenly Snuffles, again.

“I’m not upset with you,” Sirius starts. “I just want to help you feel better.”

Harry whines and Sirius slowly approaches him. “Can you turn back for me so that we can talk?”

Harry whines and shakes his head.

“You can’t turn back, can you?”

Harry shakes his head.

Sirius frowns, “Is it because you don’t want to turn back?”

Harry nods.

Sirius sighs, “Alright, then. I’ll just talk, and you can, er, listen for now.”

Another nod as Sirius sits beside him and begins to pet him.

“You’re a gorgeous puppy, you know,” Sirius states. “Not that I ever doubted that you would be. You’re made of the two very gorgeous people.”

Harry snorts.

“Anyway, er, I don’t want to lie to you – they were listening to us the whole time. Molly’s giving them a long lecture I’m sure and has plans to punish them for the rest of the holiday, which will keep them away and too busy to spy on us, but it doesn’t change what happened,” Sirius states.

Harry whines.

“I know – I know. It’s unfair that they spied on us, and they know things that you probably never wanted them to know. About your feelings, about your life before, about anything that you didn’t share with them for a reason. You have the right to share or not share anything in your life and now, they took that away from you.”

Sirius is so angry at the other kids, but he needs to reassure Harry, or he won’t change back to himself.

“But that doesn’t mean that you have to talk to them about anything that you told me. You can just pretend that they don’t know and eventually, they’ll forget the details that you didn’t want to share. They may apologize, they may pity you for a while, but it’ll go away. And I’ll talk to them to make sure that they do their best to not treat you any differently.”

Harry seems to understand with his slight nod.

“Feeling better?”

Harry nods, again.

“So, why don’t you change back?” Sirius asks, hopefully.

Harry shakes his head. Evidently, still upset enough to want to be Snuffles. Sirius understands the impulse. He’s spent enough time as Padfoot to understand the lure of dulled feelings when you’d otherwise be overwhelmed.

“Alright, then,” Sirius sighs. “I suppose that I could just talk about what I was thinking during the discussion – if you’d like?”

Harry nods, looks up at him, pleadingly.

Sirius nods, “Don’t worry, I’m not upset at you for any of it, but well…”

***

Sirius had talked late into the night about his thoughts during Harry’s long explanation of how he almost died half a dozen times in two years and continued discussing the specifics of things that worried him. In an effort to make him feel much better, Sirius discussed his favorite moments that Harry thought were embarrassing or funny before turning into Padfoot and falling asleep.

When he wakes on Christmas morning, he’s dismayed and surprised to find Harry still as Snuffles. Sirius transforms and says, “Morning, kid or should I say, pup. You have to change back now.”

Harry shakes his head.

“You can’t enjoy Christmas as a dog.”

Harry snorts and wiggles his head as if to ask, ‘Says who?’

“It’s not that fun being a dog all the time,” Sirius tries. “I’ve been there – there’s all sorts of downsides…”

Harry, having none of it, jumps on Sirius knocking him back and tickles him with his dog breath and licking his face all over. A moment later, he jumps off the bed, barks, and rushes out the door and down the stairs.

“Kid!” Sirius yells, but it’s no use. Figuring it’s easier to rush after him as Padfoot, Sirius transforms and follows Harry down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Weasleys, Hermione, Remus and Tonks are currently trying to figure out who the dog is and incorrectly assuming that it’s Sirius. As soon as he enters the kitchen, everyone turns to him.

“Sirius?!”

When he transforms back into himself, he hears Remus say, “I told you that this dog isn’t Padfoot. I know him rather well.”

“No, that would be Harry. Who’s somehow managed to transform spontaneously and is refusing to turn back,” Sirius states, crossing his arms and looking at Harry with a frown. Harry whines before moving to the offered food from Ginny.

“He’s so cute!” Ginny gushes, and Harry, clearly pleased, wags his tail. “Such a good doggie!”

“He’s not supposed to be a dog – let alone a cute dog,” Sirius states, bothered by Harry’s refusal to be human. “I still don’t even know how he managed it because he was already Snuffles when I got to his room last night and he won’t transform back.”

“Are you sure he can?” Remus asks. “There was more than one time when we couldn’t and if Harry’s doing the same thing he did when he was a baby…”

“I’m sure that he can – he just doesn’t want to,” Sirius states. He gives Remus a look trying to explain why Harry’s heightened desire to escape into Snuffles, and he gets it. There’d been more than one time (especially recently) where Sirius had turned into Padfoot and refused to change until he could handle his emotions and could deal with them as a normal human being.

“Ah, I see. In that case, maybe he just needs some more time,” Remus offers. “Puppy time with Padfoot.”

“Lucky me,” Sirius mutters, half-heartedly. It wasn’t like he didn’t miss the time that he played with Harry as a puppy way back when, but he hadn’t expected Christmas (their first Christmas together) to be about puppy playtime. As if to encourage this line of thought, Harry moves away from Ginny (who had kept feeding him) to Sirius and licks at his hand, looking up at him, pleadingly. “This kid, I swear,” he says, fondly.

Sirius moves to transform when Molly says, “Wait! I know it’s your choice, but are you sure that it’s a good idea to encourage this?”

Sirius could tell that Molly is genuinely offering some concern, and not trying to push her views on his parenting at all, so he needs to explain – especially given his rather stern rule about having to wait until seventeen to even attempt it.

“After what happened yesterday, and what’s been going on in his life, I think he just needs to the break. A break from having to deal with complicated, unhappy emotions. Being a dog helps with the overwhelming emotions,” Sirius explains, noting the ashamed faces on the kids’ faces. Good. “I think being Snuffles for a day or two will really help him in the long run. Don’t worry, I’m still going to talk him through the difficult bits that caused him to retreat, but I think right now – this is what’s best for him. He can turn back anytime he wants, so it’s obvious that he wants to be Snuffles this Christmas.”

Molly nods, uncertainly, as Harry pulls on Sirius’ sleeve, evidently wanting Padfoot back. “Alright, alright. Happy Christmas everyone.”

With that, he’s back to Padfoot and follows Harry throughout the house and teasing and playing. Remus conjures a few dog toys and the kids, given the day off for the holiday, also attempt to play with them for a little while.

Until, of course, they head to St. Mungo’s. Harry can’t go as a dog and stubbornly refuses to change back so instead Remus and Tonks modify their looks to take Harry and Sirius in their dog forms to the park.

***

Sirius can’t help that he’s happy despite being Padfoot for Christmas. He and Harry enjoy running around in the snow, playing with the various toys that Remus had conjured and enjoying the photos that he and Tonks keep randomly taking. He couldn’t wait to put them in another album – Padfoot and Snuffles Adventures.

Seeing Tonks flirting with Remus, Sirius and Harry decide to mess with them by sneaking around behind them and knocking them into the snow before barking and running away slightly.

“Oi! You mutts! Get back here!” Remus yells.

Tonks is too busy laughing since she doesn’t care about falling in the snow since she’d already fallen twice just on the way to the park. “They’re having fun – it’s nice.”

“Uh-huh, you just don’t care because you were already wet from the snow,” Remus retorts as he gets up and dusts the snow off of himself.

Tonks smiles, “Oh, come on, it’s just a little snow and Padfoot hasn’t been out of the house in months.”

Although not true, Sirius is quite glad that she’s defending him.

“Fair, and it is the holidays,” Remus states, smiling. “Guess if anyone deserve some fun it’s these two.”

Sirius barks, cheerfully, as Harry tosses the tug-o-war rope at him. Evidently, his kid wants his attention.

Remus smiles, “Go play with Snuffles, Padfoot. He wants your attention.”

Sirius shakes his head playfully just as Harry digs into the snow to cover him with it because he wasn’t playing with him. Barking, he chases after Harry, who takes off, and reminds him that he’s getting a bit old for all this because he’s not even close to catching him.

Damn, his kid has far too much energy, but at least he’s having fun.

***

Eventually, they make it back to the house, where they gather for dinner since the Weasleys have returned home. Molly had transfigured the food to be edible by dogs to make it easier for them to eat dinner, despite being disappointed that Harry wouldn’t turn back (of course, they still begged for more, which George and Ginny were happy to sneak them).

Afterward, they lounge by the fire in the sitting room. Well, at least, Sirius as Padfoot is lounging in front of the roaring fire. Harry as Snuffles, on the other hand, is trying very hard to get an exhausted Padfoot to play with him. Sirius shakes his head at Harry, who clearly doesn’t care because he keeps putting the toy on top of Sirius’ head.

“Has he been like that all day?” Ginny asks, carefully. The kids had returned from the visit with Arthur at the hospital with the news that they’d run into Lockhart and Neville, but Harry hadn’t been terribly interested. Anytime someone tried to tell him what happened, he’d run to someone else with a toy to get them to play. He keeps trying to get someone – anyone to play with him – preferably Sirius.

“Hmm-mm, he’s still technically a puppy, so energy level is higher than normal,” Remus explains. “Believe me, it took becoming about twenty-one, which is three in dog years, before Padfoot settled down. Then again, it might’ve happened a bit earlier given Padfoot’s entertaining of Snuffles whenever he could.”

“Hmm-mm, that’s interesting,” Hermione states. “That means that it depends on the animal and human life spans to determine certain things. Harry’ll be an adult in less than two years, but his animal form would still recognize him as a child version of that animal for another almost seven years.”

Remus nods. “It was always interesting because Prongs didn’t have that issue and neither did the rat, I suppose McGonagall would only be able to answer if cats’ lives are different – the whole nine lives thing and all.”

Sirius snorts. Cats’ lives weren’t any different, just dogs’ lives.

“Obviously, Sirius thinks differently. He’s always argued that dogs are thousands of times better ever since James bought Lily a cat for her end of schooling present,” Remus states, giving Sirius a smirk.

Sirius hated that cat. Despite the fact that they were all moving into the house gifted to them by James’ parents, and Sirius’ well-known hate of cats, James had insisted that he buy a gift for Lily as well. He’d bought Sirius’ leather jacket as an end of schooling present, so the kitten was on the same level and was the only thing she wanted.

Remus, now knowing that Sirius lived with James and Lily for the most part, finds the whole kitten debacle a lot funnier. Sirius growls, slightly.

“Oh, come on, you don’t find it funny that James bought the kitten despite knowing that his best mate’s literally a dog,” Remus laughs. “The best mate that practically lived with them?”

Sirius glares at him as the others laugh. Of course, he couldn’t say that it’s worse knowing that James had bought the kitten that Sirius would be forced to live with and that the kitten quite hated whenever he and Harry had their puppy days. Harry as a puppy had not understood that that he shouldn’t chase the cat around and Sirius often had to protect the damn thing. It makes him furious to think about that stupid cat until, that is, he remembers the moment that James gave Lily a basket with the kitten – the cute little bow and the way she hugged her. She always wanted a cat and believed that Sirius’ love for James and James’ love for Sirius would mean that she’d never get one.

He rolls his eyes and looks at Harry, who’s giving him a confused look. Probably because he doesn’t understand Remus’ joke since Sirius never mentioned that he technically did live with them or the cat in his stories. Although the stories that he told Harry should’ve obviously implied that Sirius was present in their home more often than not.

Sirius puts his right paw on Harry’s to convey that once Harry becomes human, again, he’ll explain more about their lives together. He’d been so focused on helping Harry through his troubles at school that he hadn’t been able to give him the stories and understanding of his parents that he clearly wants.

Harry nods and nudges his head as if to say that he understands. With the mirrors, even when Harry’s holidays end, they have the opportunity to talk about a lot of different things.

“This is insane,” Hermione states, clearly frustrated. She’d been the one most vocal about trying to get Harry back to his human self. “Why don’t you just turn into yourselves and then you can have a real conversation that isn’t done through nudges and looks?”

Harry growls at her, which makes sense because he wouldn’t want to her or any of the kids to be able to listen in, again, and the reason that he’s choosing to be a dog rather than himself is based solely on the fact that he doesn’t want to communicate while others can hear him. This way the only person that can understand Harry is Sirius.

“I think the whole reason he’s Snuffles is because he doesn’t want to talk, Hermione,” Ginny offers, obviously understanding the issue. “I mean – the only one he wants to talk to is Sirius or Padfoot. And Padfoot’s the only one that can communicate with him now, so being Snuffles is, specifically, so he doesn’t have to talk to the rest of us.”

“It’s still ridiculous.”

“Maybe it is – maybe it isn’t, but I think this should at least remind us how badly we screwed up yesterday,” Ginny states, picking up one of the dog toys and throwing it across the room for Snuffles to chase. Harry runs off after it, his tail wagging excitedly.

Sirius is glad that at least someone gets it as Harry comes bounding back to tease Ginny with the toy by running in circles around her.

“That’s not you play fetch, Snuffles!” Ginny teases. “Surely, you know this.”

Harry shakes his head, barks playfully, before taking the toy and dropping it onto the chess game, knocking over several pieces, where Ron and George are currently playing.

“What are you doing?” Ron asks, looking between the toy and Harry.

Harry nudges the toy and George taking the hint, picks it up and throws it to Ginny. Obviously not happy about that Harry runs over to Ginny and attempts to take it back, playing tug of war and losing. Sirius shakes his head, evidently, Harry’s still learning how to play this game as a dog. Thus, Sirius gets up and manages to steal it from both of them in less than a minute, choosing to run away with it.

Ginny’s yelling for Padfoot, Snuffles is barking and somehow, Sirius manages to evade all of that and run right into Fred, who gets the toy back. Damn it.

Sirius is forced to turn around and attempt to get the toy back. Fred throws it to Ginny, who throws it to George, then it goes to Bill. They continue this throwing the toy around until Harry as Snuffles and steals it, taking off towards the stairs only to run headlong into Remus.

“Do you really think that you should be running up and down the stairs?” Remus questions.

Snuffles gives him the puppy dog eyes and nods. Padfoot snorts.

“Maybe we should take them to the park, again,” Tonks offers. “Give him more space to play given how much energy he appears to have.”

“Oh, can we mum?” Ginny asks, excitedly.

Molly looks uncertain when Bill offers, “We could use some spells to disguise ourselves and it is Christmas.”

Harry’s wagging his tail, excitedly, and Molly looks at Sirius, who nods. Apparently, he’s going to go play in the snow some more.

“Alright then, I suppose it’s okay.”

***

The walk to the park had already tired Sirius out. He’s been playing with Harry as Snuffles all day, quite literally, and is overall exhausted. At least Bill manages to encourage the other kids to distract Harry by playing with him and allowing Sirius to lay in the snow beside Remus.

“Seems like you’re getting old, Padfoot,” Remus comments.

Sirius glares at him. He was not old, just a bit tired. He hasn’t been this active in months. Usually, he spends his time laying about the house just waiting for a lame Order meeting or his favorite person calling him to discuss the crazy things happening to his kid at Hogwarts.

Remus laughs, “You know glares are entirely useless when you’re Padfoot. We both know you’d rather get your tummy rubbed or pets than actually doing anything to hurt anyone.”

Sirius growls, lightly. Even though he knows that he absolutely wouldn’t hurt anyone – glare, growling or not.

“See?” Remus asks, petting his head. “Anyway, I think you’re getting old.”

Sirius shakes his head. He’s only thirty-six, that’s not old – it’s just that Harry’s fifteen and a lot more energetic than Sirius currently is. Obviously, Harry’s missing the opportunity to be the kid that he should’ve gotten to be when he was younger and living it now. He’s happy for his kid – he just wishes that he hadn’t needed to turn into Snuffles to be this happy. Poor kid.

“You know, I am a little concerned about this situation – Harry deserves the peace that he is clearly feeling as Snuffles, but it is not good for either of you to hide away as dogs just to deal,” Remus states, plainly.

Sirius whines to tell Remus that he understands. He’s concerned, too. It’s just that Harry’s been through so much – he probably needs this escape. Typically, he’d go flying, but every time he does outside of practice, the Slytherins show up to aggravate him. He’s lucky that nothing has happened to take that little bit of happiness away from him and Sirius is sure that it’s only a matter of time.

Remus sighs. “I know he’s having a tough time, and that he’s gone through a lot recently, but retreating into being a dog is concerning – it’s concerning when you do it and it’s concerning when he does it. Especially when he’s not even an Animagus, yet.”

Sirius nods, but then, gets distracted by Harry running over and dropping the toy, nudging it to Sirius to get his attention. Obviously, he wants Sirius to play with him. Sirius shakes his head and gives the toy to Remus, who throws it.

Harry looks disappointed but follows his dog instincts to go after the toy.

“I think he wanted you to play with him,” Remus laughs.

Sirius gives him a look. He’s well aware that Harry wants to play with him, he’s just tired. Especially given that Harry gets the toy and runs passed all of the kids to Sirius and drops the toy at his feet.

Sirius goes to give it to Remus when Harry stops him, growling slightly.

“Told you – he wants you to play,” Remus laughs.

Fine.

Sirius grabs the toy, and then spins around to throw it. He and Harry both take off after it, although Harry gets there first and offers it, again, to him. This repeats until George yells, “Oi! You’re not supposed to play with each other, you’re supposed to play with us!”

Harry looks disgruntled as Sirius tosses the toy to George, who throws it leaving the two of them to chase after it. Naturally, Harry gets there first and offers it to Sirius, only to be teasing because a second later he runs and gives it Ginny.

“You’re so cute!” Ginny coos, which causes Harry to be pleased and wag his tail. Sirius would laugh at him, if not for, “And so are you.”

Sirius can hear Remus laughing at him even from fifty yards away. He growls.

“Oh, please, I’m not scared of you,” Ginny laughs as she throws the toy to Ron, distracting Harry, who takes off after it.

He growls, again. Even though they both know Sirius wouldn’t hurt her. Not after learning what happened with the Chamber of Secrets. Molly would have his head.

She laughs, again. “Come on, I can’t be afraid of a bloke that has literally spent the entire day as a dog just to keep his godson – kid or pup – happy. On Christmas. And besides, even if Padfoot’s pretty big, I know he’s not actually vicious.”

He glowers at her before he suddenly finds himself flat in the snow because Harry’s jumped on him. He growls at Harry, who yips happily and offers him the toy in a very clear play with me message.

This kid is lucky Sirius loves him so much.

***

It’s much later, Sirius and Harry are back in Harry’s room when Harry changes back to himself. Harry immediately hugs him, “Happy Christmas, Pads.”

Sirius, who’d been about to give him a what-for since it’s the first time he’s sure that Harry isn’t being overwhelmed from new instincts, melts completely. “Happy Christmas, kid.”

“I know that I deserve to get into trouble for being Snuffles, but can I – can I please just keep being Snuffles for a few days?” Harry questions, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, Harry,” Sirius sighs as he sits down on the bed heavily. “It’s not good for you to hide yourself from whatever pain that you’re feeling by being Snuffles.”

“I know – I know, but it’s the best I’ve felt for months. I mean, even flying and defying Umbridge with the DA, I just – I haven’t felt good. I haven’t been able to just enjoy life – every moment I’m always worried that something’s going to happen, and my happiness will be gone, again. I mean, I can’t write to you, I can’t visit Hagrid, I can’t make a move without someone somewhere listening in or trying to get me in trouble. I thought I was safe here with you and then, what happened… I just …”

Harry looks down at his feet, obviously upset and worried about Sirius’ reaction.

Sirius pulls him beside himself on the bed. He puts an arm around his shoulders. “I’m sorry that you’re in so much pain. I wish I could erase it for you, but I can’t – and being Snuffles only puts it off. It doesn’t erase anything; it just postpones the pain.”

“I know that. I do. I just,” Harry sighs. “When I came back to my room yesterday, all I wanted was to be able to enjoy my holiday without being pestered by my friends or seeing the pity in their eyes. I didn’t want to deal with any of what happened.”

“And are you ready to deal with it now?”

Harry shakes his head, “I was actually hoping that maybe – just a little more time?”

Sirius is extremely uncertain about this. Giving Harry permission to run away from his problems probably isn’t for the best, and yet, his heart aches for his kid, who very clearly wants the escape. Something he wouldn’t get to do once he went back to school.

“Please,” Harry begs. “I know that I have to deal with it, but just a few days. I promise by the new year that I won’t do it anymore.”

“A whole week?” Sirius questions, alarmed. “No, I am sorry, I can’t let you be a dog for a week. What about just tomorrow?”

Harry frowns, “Five days.”

“Two days,” Sirius offers, aware that he shouldn’t be negotiating with his kid on using his pseudo dog form to escape his difficult life.

“Four.”

“Three. That’s it – no more, and it really should be less,” Sirius states, sternly.

Harry grins, “Thanks, Pads. I love you.”

Sirius smiles, “I love you, too. And we will be talking about your issues in a few days when you aren’t going to escape into Snuffles.”

Harry sighs and nods. “You’re right. I should talk to you – and I want to – just in a few days.”

“And we will, just not now. Why don’t you go get cleaned up while I go tell the other Order members, so they don’t freak you that you’re still Snuffles in the morning.”

“Thanks, Pads,” Harry grins.

“Anytime, kid.”

#Sirius Black #Harry James Potter #Sirius and Harry Saturday #Sirius & Harry Bonding #Good Godfather Sirius Black #Padfoot #Snuffles #Christmas Fifth year

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savvythepirate · 2 years

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No Regrets

Pairing: Hector Barbossa x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @rhepworth

A/N: A request for number 29 from my prompt list with Hector Barbossa!

***

There was a reason why Barbossa hardly ever took you with him and the crew on raids, he would just give you the order to stay behind the ship until he gets back.

You couldn’t help but feel this was unfair to you and wasn’t the correct way to go. After all, you were part of the crew even though it had only been a few months since you joined Barbossa. All you wanted was to show everyone, especially Barbossa that you were just as capable of accomplishing anything like anyone else would be. A lot of your free time was spent by you demonstrating with someone else, trying to show him what you were made of and that you could take care of yourself, helping yourself to get out of perhaps the most dangerous situations. Even though Barbossa could clearly see that, he still refused to let you tag along.

By the next raid, his perspective on allowing you to come hadn’t changed. You weren’t going to stand back and give up so easily, you were going to step up and continue to ask, practically begging for him to follow him. With all your effort, you had managed to convince Barbossa to grant your request. However, it comes with terms and conditions, stern words of life saving advice. You agreed to his words, you would agree to anything if it meant that you could go and show everyone what you got, all that you can possibly take as you head straight on towards danger. Once as the ship had docked in Tortuga, you waited patiently along with everyone else for Barbossa’s next orders. As it was now time to take action, you were having the mix of emotions of excitement and fear. Fear as everyone knows is not easy to avoid, as much as you would like to, but you had just enough courage within you to take on the challenge. This was your first raid, so you were careful to follow in Barbossa’s footsteps through it all.

Adrenaline rush consumes you, and you are now just figuring it out and realizing the fact that when things were at their worst, you were at your own best. You were taking cover behind some barrels left behind as you go through of what your next move ought to be. At this point, you find yourself with a few of your crew, but Barbossa was nowhere to be seen. The first thought you was that of the possibility he could be hiding nearby somewhere, watching you like this whole event was a test to prove yourself, to earn your place.

Just as you were figuring out your next move, silence suddenly dawns on the raid. Knowing you had to make your next move sometime, you started mumbling under your breath without realizing it.

“This is too easy….”

After giving it another thought, you decided to make the risky move to make a run for it, and you’ll quickly learn that it was a fatal mistake. It was a bad move for you to have made, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Part of the population you were invading had come out at you from hiding, tackling you down in a blink of an eye. You were fighting back as hard as you could, and you were quite good at it. But as you were feeling battered and bruised, you slowly started catching yourself in surrendering. Just as quick as this started, it ended when you feel someone pulling them off of you before helping to pull you back on your feet.

With the adrenaline still fresh within you, you almost thought that there was another one you were to fight off. But as you now see who it was, you were a bit at ease, seeing it was Barbossa, it was nice to see a familiar face, you thought. You didn’t much of Barbossa’s help, but with him being so stubborn, he wouldn’t let you out of sight the rest of the way. The raid didn’t last much longer, and you soon found yourself back on the ship along with everyone else. Later on, you decided you wanted to get Barbossa’s opinion on your part in this, it was instantly clear to you that he obviously didn’t want you to know of what he thought. He would only give you a partial answer or no answer at all. If he didn’t feel like answering you at all, he would quickly change the subject to an off balance topic.

You held back for as long as you could, basically holding back the agitation of not knowing until you couldn’t anymore. Now everyone knows to never question Barbossa in anyway, and you would have to be crazy if you summoned enough gall to take that step far out of the range. It wasn’t until the next round of raids when you confrthim, what happened was you found out from someone else that Barbossa had no intention to let you tag along on this one and you weren’t willing to sit back and accept that at all.

“I’ve been told that you’re not allowing me to follow through on this raid.”

“You’ve been told right.”

“Why is that?”

“Don’t question my authority, (Y/n). You know any order given to must be followed through.”

“I know that, but I also believe that I have a right to know the reason. Do you have a valid reason to give me?”

Knowing you may have gone a bit too far questioning him like this, but you remained where you are and you weren’t taking orders from him, or anyone else without a valid reasoning.

Little did you know, Barbossa had grown fond of you the last few months since you joined the crew. Everyone knows the drill, to see through it honoring the wishes of each order given, no matter what it is you’re ordered to do. Following orders was never easy, but in hindsight, you rarely receiving orders. However, when you did receive an order, you proceed to follow and do as you’re told. This time, however, you had chosen to be more stubborn and request to know a valid reason before following through this order. As you remain facing Barbossa, you could clearly tell he was annoyed of you questioning him like this.

He had the high power, but you weren’t going to allow that until you got what you’re asking him for. Barbossa knew that, but he didn’t take it too kindly. As you waited for a response, you felt everyone’s eyes on the both of you as you were creating a scene, but in that moment. you didn’t care. An expression appears on his face that seemed to be telling you that you should already know why.

“Remember what happened last time I allowed you to come? You were jumped, (Y/n). You couldn’t fend for yourself, I had to come over and pull those guys off of you before there could be a possibility of it being too late.”

“Are you serious?! That was just a little struggle, and yes you did intervene but still, I had come out of it alive and mostly unscathed. It was mostly on my own and you being a little bit of my advantage of help.”

“Exactly, but you’re missing the point. You nearly had gotten yourself killed or seriously hurt. That only shows me you’re not capable enough to be ready enough to come take part in these raids. You’re not coming.”

That was about it for you, but you make a last attempt to talk him into letting you follow through.

“Please? Listen, if I get caught in a struggle of any kind of situation this time, I’ll stay behind on the next.”

The look on Barbossa’s face suggested that he was thinking it over before giving you his approval of allowing you to go.

“Okay. I will take you up on that. Just.. just don’t make me regret it.”

“Done deal!”

You agreed. Whatever it took that would allow you to go.

After all, that order was one you were more then happy to honor it’s wish. You were well prepared to use everything you got to avoid any kind of struggle, situation, and whatever else that may come to pass. You moved forward to it and because you did so happily, it all worked out in your favor.

You’ve were taught if you move along with a happy heart, everything will workout, even if it did not so in the way you wanted.

Let the raid begin!

***

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hetaliaimaginesin2022 · 10 months

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SFW/NSFW Alphabet Event

Listen, I know I have a lot in my inbox and a different event type thing going on but can you blame me? I've seen it so much I wanted to try it

Rules:

I'll write 1p, 2p, and nyo's

Specify which alphabet you want

You can only request 4 characters at a time, up to 6 letters per character, the less you request at a time, the longer the response will be

SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they and how do they show affection?)

B = Beach (What would a beach trip be like and how would it go?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Effort (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Getting In Touch (How do they do with communication?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Protective (How protective of their partner are they?)

Q = Quizzes (Do they remember things from anniversaries to the little details about you?)

R = Relatives (How invested in each other's family members would they ideally like you both to be?)

S = Stay (How would they spend the evening in with you?)

T = Text (How often do they call and text when you're not around?)

U = Ugly (What would fights be like?)

V = Vet (Do they have any pets do they want any with you?)

W = Worries (What are the things that could make them insecure in the relationship?)

X = X'mas (What holidays do they enjoy spending with their partner?)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits like?)

NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

C = Cum (Where do they like to cum?)

D = Drive (What's their sex drive look like, how often are they horny?)

E = Experience (How experienced are they in the bedroom?)

F = Favorite position (Their favorite sex position(s))

G = Goofy (Are they more serious or do they joke around in moment?)

H = Hair (How well groomed do they keep themselves?)

I = Intimacy (How emotionally intimate are they during the moment?)

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanons)

K = Kink (Do they have kinks? What are they?)

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (Preference and skills in giving or receiving)

P = Phone (Do they sext or enjoy phone sex?)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

S = Stamina (How long do they last?)

T = Toys (Do they own toys and do they use any on their partner?)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease and/or be teased)

V = Volume (How loud they are and what kind of sounds do they make?)

W = Wild card (How often do they like spicing things up or suggesting new things?)

X = X-ray ("In depth" body headcanons)

Y = Yuck (Their hard no's)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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maislovebot · 2 months

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ABCs template for 200 followers event

Here’s my format for the sfw and nsfw abcs for my 200 followers event! Feel free to leave a request for it if you want:)

SFW abcs format:

A - affection (how much affection they give, what kind)

B - best friend (how would they act as a best friend)

C - cuddle (thoughts on cuddling, how they cuddle)

D - domestic (what domestic things do they do)

E - extreme (what times would they become too much to handle)

F - fiancé (thoughts on marriage)

G - gentle (how kind are they with you)

H - hugs (thoughts on hugs, how often they’ll hug you)

I - I love you (when they say “I love you”, thoughts on it)

J - jealousy (how often they get jealous, what do they do about it)

K - kisses (how often they kiss you, what kind of kisses do they give)

L - little ones (thoughts on kids)

M - morning (how are their mornings spent with you)

N - night (how are their nights spent with you)

O - open (how open are they with you, how long it’ll take to open up)

P - patience (how much patience do they have with you or others)

Q - quizzes (how much do they remember about you)

R - remember (what is their favorite memory with you)

S - security (how protective are they over you)

T - try (how much effort do they put into your relationship)

U - ugly (what problems do they have that they’ll have to fix for a healthy relationship)

V - vanity (how focused are they on their looks)

W - whole (would they feel whole without you)

X - xtra (a random scenario)

Y - yuck (what do they not like in a partner)

Z - zzz (what are their sleeping habits)

NSFW abcs format:

A - aftercare (what they do for aftercare)

B - body part (their favorite body part on you and themself)

C - cum (kinks involving cum, where they like to do it, etc)

D - dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

E - experience (how much experience do they have)

F - favorite position (fav position duh)

G - goofy (do they pull jokes in bed)

H - hair (do they shave, thoughts on you shaving)

I - intimacy (how intimate are they with you)

J - jack off (how often they jack off, how, when, why)

K - kinks (a list of all their kinks + a short explanation of each of them)

L - location (favorite place(s) to have sex)

M - motivation (what turns them on)

N - no (things they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, how they give/receive, noises they make)

P - pace (do they prefer to go fast or slow)

Q - quickies (thoughts on quickies)

R - risk (are they down to take risks, are they turned on by it)

S - stamina (how much stamina they have)

T - toys (thoughts on toys, their personal favorites)

U - unfair (do they like to tease you, thoughts on being teased)

V - volume (how loud or quiet are they)

W - wild card (a random scenario of them)

X - x-ray (what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - yearning (how often they fantasize about you, what they fantasize about)

Z - zzz (how fast they fall asleep after, what they like to do before they fall asleep)

Again, thank you so much for 200 followers!

#pixie’s 200 followers event:3

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love-toxin · 2 years

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shadysider sunshine

a/n: basically i rewatched the fear street trilogy and i could not resist writing this fic...

warnings: tommy slater x reader, camp counselor! reader, sunnyvaler! reader, pet names, "oh no there's only one shower" trope, kind of enemies to lovers but not really, shower sex, teasing, semi-public sex, bruising/hickies, unprotected sex, reader has an attitude, afab reader.

word count: 4k

"Dude, what are you doing here at this time of night?"

You want to be mad about it, but even the lilt of your voice betrays your own entertainment with the situation. The last person you would expect to find skulking around your cabin late at night is the same person you've locked eyes with, the younger campers that were once his comrades having shrieked and fled the scene upon being caught in the beam of your flashlight. After having your shower and traipsing all the way back towards your cabin, hair still wet and your legs cold from the cool air against your damp skin, you just wanted to relax--but it never seems to work out that way at Camp Nightwing.

Honestly, you're not even sure what to expect. It's not uncommon for the opposing teams, Shadyside and Sunnyvale, to play pranks on each other, but for the most part any counselor participation would be prohibited--especially when it's everyone's favourite heartthrob, Tommy Slater.

"You gonna egg my cabin, Shadysider? Cause if you are, you're gonna have to be a little sneakier than that."

His eyes widen and he looks around as if he hasn't already been caught red-handed, locks of light hair swinging about his face each time he turns his head. A quick glance down and he's got nothing in his hands, but that doesn't mean anything. As much as you hate to put the stereotype on people, especially kids, Shadysiders have a knack for getting into trouble with minimal effort.

"N-No! Uh, we weren't...I wasn't…"

Has he really not noticed that he's been left afloat? He takes a further look around and seems surprised at the fact that his little campers are all gone, no doubt having sprinted back to their cabins to keep from getting caught doing...whatever they were planning to do.

"Listen,"

He snaps to attention when you speak up again, in the midst of pulling your robe tighter around yourself. Even a blind man could see where his eyes fall when you do so, and as much as you don't want to encourage him, you just have to scoff and let a smirk work its way across your lips. How cute, trying to pretend he doesn't notice your current state of dress.

"I really don't give a shit, I just want to go to bed. Congrats on the colour war, Mr. Slater, and try to keep your campers out of my cabin."

You flick the flashlight off and pitch you both into relative darkness, with the moon being the only thing half-illuminating each of your faces. Honestly, you've spent the last hour or two comforting the disappointed Sunnyvale campers after their first loss, and Kurt's anguished cries of unfair play are still ringing in your ears. If nothing else, you just want one more good night of sleep before there's even more to contend with tomorrow.

"You can call me Tommy, y'know."

It hurts how naïve he sounds. He really is such a goody two shoes, but you can't even really get on his case for it. It's just the way it is, and you'll be the first to admit that there's certainly much worse ways to be.

"I know your name. I'm just messing with you, honey."

A soft "Oh," leaves his lips, and….God, he's hopeless. Who wouldn't know his name, his face, or that innocent look that makes you feel like you're staring into the eyes of a lost puppy? Many of your fellow Sunnyvalers like to mock you for extending an olive branch to the poor, misfit Shadysiders, but they really aren't that bad. Well, at least some of them aren't.

But jeez, you've never seen him so meek before. Tommy shifts his weight from foot to foot, and as far as you can tell in the dim light he looks like he's got something else to say. But he just can't seem to spit it out, and with a sigh at the tease of something interesting happening, you turn and flick your hair aside as you start taking steps back towards your cabin door. And just as you're in the midst of bidding your fellow counselor good night, with one hand set on your doorknob, you hear a shout of "Wait!" from just behind you and a force at your back that shoves you forward. Within seconds you're on the floorboards in the entryway of your cabin, flashlight rolled out of reach and dazed from the sudden push--and with a creak and a splattering sound you feel something splash all over the back of your legs, and you turn yourself around to see the carnage that lay between them.

There, with half his body in the doorway and the other half on the stairs where he's come crashing down, is Tommy--covered from head to ass in blue paint. The bucket is already in the process of rolling down said stairs, surely having been propped on top of your door to stain whoever was unlucky enough to open it, and despite being so bold as to shove you out of the way, he grimaces at the fury that's written clear as day on your face. You want to curse him out so fucking badly, want to kick his stupid pretty face in for letting those shit kids of his do this, but you're so annoyed already that the anger almost cancels itself out as you take a deep breath in. Almost.

"You're a dickhead."

Only then does he scramble to get up, stepping back to avoid getting more paint on your floor only to slip and fall backwards on to his ass. And despite being ever so courageous to save you from such a stupid prank, you groan as you look down and find splatters of blue paint all over not just your legs, but your robe and your hands too. And he's absolutely doused in it, hair soaked through and his clothes totally marred by the thick paint, little bastards must have mixed it with something else to make it stick. At the moment it's not even worth it to try mopping it off your floor and the stairs, you just get to your feet and slam the door behind you, punting the bucket all the way into the bushes as you stomp past Tommy and head right back towards the showers. Again.

"W-Wait-! I'm sorry, I really-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Shadysider!"

What you also don't want to hear is his footsteps hurrying towards you, and yet he's caught up in less than a minute and matches your pace as you head towards the building just across the field. If not for the snatches of lamplight catching your faces as you walk, you wouldn't have taken notice to the panic in his eyes that softens the anger a little bit….but not enough to make you stop.

"It wasn't meant for you, they thought it was Kurt's cabin, and I really thought it was! But it was dark, and I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, and….I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

You want to be mad. You seriously, desperately want to be mad enough that it none of it matters, that him hurrying to stand in your way and apologize makes no difference to you, and that the gentle grip he gets on your forearms to keep you focused on him doesn't make your heart flutter. Being touched by some guy, and a Shadyside one at that, shouldn't make you so weak, but it really does. The silence hangs heavy between you, nothing but the crickets and the sound of a warm breeze passing through the trees and rustling the leaves to pepper the quiet air.

"...Fine. It's fine. Now, can we just go wash this shit off?"

The paint dripping down his face can't hide the relief that passes over it, yet when he has the mind to let you go, a soft "Oops," falls from his mouth as you both glance down to see the palm prints he's left on you. It breaks the tension in a way, though, as you roll your eyes and pull him along as he chuckles, another apology coming out as the two of you approach the steps to the shower block and slip inside.

Lucky for you, for once, it's completely empty. The stalls sit open and the tiles dry, although it is pretty late at night and nearly all the campers should be asleep. But when you reach for the nearest one in a row of four to turn it on, your face falls and you groan for what feels like the hundredth time today.

"Of course. It's past midnight. Only one of them is on."

Whatever kind of water-preservation bullshit they wanna keep going with just exists to piss you off, evidently--Tommy kicks his shoes off and follows close behind as you test each one, before finally reaching the double-wide stall where the handle squeaks and out comes a hail of fresh, warm water.

"C'mon, I wanna get this over with. If we stand around it's gonna be harder to get off."

His first instinct upon you loosening the sash of your robe is to turn his head away, a hand coming up to block his vision even though you've already caught the red tinge rising to his cheeks, and the giddy smile that he can't quite wipe off his face.

"You sure?"

He says so with his eyes still averted, but the desire to sneak a peek is so strong you can feel it even just standing next to him. To you it's whatever, but it's obvious that this is his first time doing something like this--and as much as you want to laugh, you dim it to a smirk as you shrug your robe off your shoulders and toss it on the towel bench to your right.

"We'll just turn around. It's no big deal...what, you afraid?"

Stretching a hand out, you test the water to check the temperature, only distantly aware of the click of Tommy's belt behind you as he starts to undress. For some reason the sound stirs something within you, and you can't help biting your lip as you try to stifle the urge to turn around and look.

"As long as you don't mind sharing the water with a Shadysider."

Ooh, you can just feel the smirk on his pretty face as he teases you, finally seeming to come out of his shell the more he bares himself to you. He doesn't bother hanging up his sleeveless tank and his tight jeans, just tosses them in a heap on the bench for them to dry. They're probably ruined anyways, you can feel how thick the paint is as it dries on your skin, and you can only imagine how tough it's going to be to get it out of his hair. You try your best not to think of how he's gonna need help to do so, but you fail, just as expected.

"Just get in, dummy."

You can't help your smile either, and once the steam starts rising from the cold tiles, you finally step underneath the shower head and sigh at the feeling, the water like a warm blanket covering your body entirely and wrapping you in comfort you can't get anywhere else. At least, until Tommy's warmth shuffles closer and he sidles up behind you, his body so close that you swear you can hear his heartbeat from here. And if you really can, then it's thudding like the keys of a typewriter, so fast you pray he doesn't have a heart attack where he stands. But to say you aren't starting to feel the same would be a lie, a huge one.

With your backs turned, you let him lean back against you as he lifts his arms, no doubt scrubbing the semi-dried paint from his scalp and squeezing it out of his straight locks. And you can feel his muscles tense against you as he works away, so toned and firm but with soft skin stretched taut over each one. When you raise your leg and steady it against the wall to try to rub the stuff off, you can feel him pause just as you did, but this time it's because you've leaned over enough to press your ass into his. He'll get himself into trouble being so innocent like that, but you keep your mouth shut for his sake and scrub until all that remains against your skin has a light hue of blue, which you suppose you'll just have to wait awhile for it to completely go away. At least it's not as bad as your hero, who you can tell is struggling by the way he grunts and mutters a "Damn," under his breath as you're finishing up your other leg.

"Need a hand?"

He huffs a sigh, and turns his head to look over his shoulder at you--the streaks of blue running down between his eyes should be enough of a tell, and trying not to be too conspicuous about it, you shift yourselves so you're face to face, and eye to eye. It's like a silent competition, the eye contact intense but the threat of embarrassment for whoever looks down first even more so, but that's swiftly remedied by Tommy getting up closer so you're chest-to-chest. Which, of course, means your tits are now pressed up against him, but the goofy grin on his lips is too cute for you to be mad.

"Don't get excited, Shadysider. I'll be able to tell."

"Will you now?"

There's that cheeky tone, as if all his shyness has evaporated with the steam rising up all around you. You try to smother the heat that stirs in your belly because of it by reaching up and ruffling his hair with both hands, flicking little blue-tinted specks of water all over both of you and each of the walls. Once you've had your little giggle session together you feel the stress ebb away, and it grows more comfortable as you wash the paint away and watch it stream down his body with the running water, highlighting all those features that make the girls go crazy and the other guys jealous. Before long he's nearly back to normal, his hair as clean as you can get without shampoo and his body washed clear of any blue residue, and you're almost disappointed that you're done when the water starts running clear.

Or, maybe not, based on the growing stiffness against your thigh that's beckoning for your attention. Your gaze drops and finds his once again, his grin having shifted to teasing laughter as he realizes it too.

"Sorry, can't help it. You're just too pretty, sunshine."

Stupid, stupid, stupid heart, pounding so hard in your chest you can't even think straight. And him sliding his arms around you to hold you tight to his chest isn't helping, at least the pattering of water against your bodies might mask how stuttered your breathing has become, even though nothing can hide how both of you keep stealing glances at each other's lips.

"Can I kiss you?"

At this point, he doesn't even need to ask. Shadyside, Sunnyvale, who gives a fuck--you can't say no to that sweet face, so innocent on one hand yet with such intensity and lasciviousness in his eyes. You're the one who closes the distance between you, your breath stolen away by how unexpectedly soft his lips are. He's warm, unsurprisingly, and somehow you can feel gooseflesh on the back of your neck that prickles the hairs there, and sends a shiver racing down your spine that has you arching your back into his embrace.

And everything moves much faster after that. Tommy takes a step forwards and then another, and before you know it he's backed you up against the wall, hiking your leg up around his waist so there's nothing stopping you from each other. He makes his hands useful by feeling you up from the hips to your chest, and when he's got every inch committed to memory and you've hooked your other leg over his waist, he shifts you up once more so you won't fall and loops his arms under you to press his palms against the shower wall. And with nowhere better to put yours, you wrap them around his neck and lean into another kiss on the way, maybe just to make sure your moans are swallowed into his mouth when he finally starts to enter you.

For a supposed virgin boy, he really does make your head go blank and your limbs melt into jelly as he feeds every inch of himself inside you. And with nowhere to rest your feet to take the pressure off, you push your tongue past his lips and let his have free admission, just to try and stifle those noises that might just turn into screams of pleasure if you can't stop them. He's so thick you can barely wrap your mind around it, and your body can barely fit it--but he waits for you to start gushing like there's no other option, his playful chuckle like a mumble from his mouth to yours as he starts thrusting. Your defense mechanism certainly isn't lasting, however, since he breaks the kiss just to press his forehead to yours and gasp for air as the shower's rain pours down his back.

"What's my name, sunshine?"

The answer's ripped from your throat by a particularly hard buck, his cock so stiff that when it hits you as deep as it can go, all the air you can manage is sucked into your lungs and blown out in a moan so loud it rings in the empty shower block.

"Tommy! Tommy, Tommy!"

He nudges your face aside to bury his own into your neck, tonguing your sensitive skin before he scrapes his teeth along it and jolts when you clench around him as a result. And when you finally start to relax into the rhythm and grind your hips down to meet his, he steals your breath away again by sucking down hard, and leaving what you know will be a damn sore bruise behind that you'll have to scramble to hide tomorrow. That is, if you can even get out of bed, because at the moment you can't even feel your legs even as they're shaking and trembling as they hang over his hips, your pussy stretched to fit him and filled so deep you feel like a virgin born anew. And with each rock of his hips you can feel that end coming closer, like you're hurtling towards it with no way to fend it off so you can enjoy it a while longer. When it finally comes with one good, hard thrust that has his wiry little hairs rubbing up against your clit, the blinding heat that bursts inside you spreads to every limb of your body and leaves nothing but shivers behind. It feels like your veins are copper wire blazed through with an electric shock, and burned behind them to leave nothing but an empty warmth. And if Tommy wasn't still buried inside you, you would say it was quite empty indeed--but then he's scrambling to lift you off his cock, and when he's leaned you back against the wall on unsteady feet, he coaxes himself to his own end with his hand all over your stomach. It's mesmerizing to watch him, face twisted in pleasure as he milks himself dry like he's marking you, and once he's collapsed into your tired body with his chest heaving, you wonder if this isn't the first time he's cum to the idea of you.

For a while after that, it's quiet, save for the two of you breathing as you wait for it to go back to normal. After a few minutes of just holding you, he takes a step or two backwards and pulls you with him, standing you under the shower head so he can move you around and rinse you off like you did for him. Not just your belly covered in his cum, but the sweat and spit from your little romp too--he even spreads your legs apart and slips a finger inside you, making sure to lean away from the water spraying over you when he pulls it out, so he can slide it into his mouth and suck it clean with a goofy grin on his face.

"So,"

He breathes, the air warm against your damp skin as he reaches around you to shut the water off.

"You like the Shadysider experience?"

You press both palms to his chest to lean away as he laughs, diving in to pepper kisses to your face and your neck as you roll your eyes and kiss his forehead at the first chance.

"You're such a dork."

You can't even pretend to have any venom behind that. He's too earnest as he leans over to grab your robe, and only then seems to realize your newest predicament. His clothes are still covered in paint, and with how crusted and dry they are now, you doubt he would even be able to wrestle them apart from each other without ripping them. Unless he wants to streak across camp, you'll have to find another option.

"Here,"

Instead of letting him hand it over, you push the robe back into his hands, much to his surprise.

"Go back to my cabin, and grab me some clothes. I'll wait here."

The realization seems to cross his face, and as swiftly as he can manage with something definitely not his size, he ties it loosely and takes your face into those big, gentle hands.

"Be back soon, sunshine."

To be pulled into a kiss like this, brief but sweet and with a twinge of passion, you can't equate it to anything else. You watch as Tommy slips on his shoes, hurries out the door and heads towards your cabin, no doubt doing so in a rush so that you don't get chilly waiting for him in the airy building.

And as you stand there, bracing yourself against the cool breeze that parts the sticky summer heat, you wonder when you fell in love. Maybe it's not really love, but it could certainly turn into that soon, if things keep up as they are. You just can't wipe the smile from your face as you wait for him, eager to see his toothy grin as he rushes back to see you again, and it's a feeling unlike anything you've experienced so far. Your time has been short but the years have felt long, constantly filled with your Sunnyvale brethren not only mocking the Shadysiders to hell and back, but hounding you for pitying them and showing them some modicum of kindness.

At least, if nothing else, you can say that it's paid off. This moment is the happiest you've been in a long time, so much so that a tune makes its way to your lips and your humming echoes off the shower walls. Your mind wanders so contentedly that you don't even hear the creak of the door opening and closing, and only notice the presence when the sound of footsteps thudding towards you grabs your attention. They're quick at first but they slow as they get to you, and though a shiver runs through your body from nowhere, a soft whisper falls from your lips as a shadow casts itself across the floor in front of you.

"Tommy?"

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bbhyeoliskooks · 2 years

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Hi Keah ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ I was waiting for you to come back and I am excited to see you here again ... I was wondering if you could write a scenario with YeonJun as with soobin to your daughter misbehaving with you (as if it were her graduation and you tried so hard to make her party and you He says that he is ashamed of having a mother older than his father) s / o being a year older than YJ I hope you understand 🛐

Thank you

꒰ "𝗠𝘆 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗲.” ꒱

Yeonjun is the best husband ever, especially to when it comes to problems in his family.

◌ Genre: Fluff, angst, married life with yeonjun basically lol

◌ Warnings: A few hurtful words but nothing too bad <3

◌ Song: Liebestraum No. 3 (Love Dream)

Alongside with Yeonjun, you were really proud of your daughter for graduating. School was incredibly tough and you knew that; so for her to be chasing after her dreams with little to no hesitation... you were indeed super happy for her. Words simply couldn’t describe how much you wanted her to know that her achievements meant everything to you. You knew that your little (well, not so little anymore) daughter was smart, so you decided to throw her a party with all of her friends as a reward.

This was not only for herself, but for her friends as well. So you were quite glad to give her permission to invite them over. Hopefully they’d enjoy all your efforts, since you had waited quite a while for this- counting the days on the calendar until said day finally popped up.

You were busy setting up the table for now, putting down fine plates of china and filling up the clear glasses with pink lemonade. It wasn’t too hard to make everything pretty in your favor, and you sighed looking down at your finished masterpiece. Yeonjun watched you from the counter, love in his eyes as he leaned down to rest his cheek on one hand.

“You know... for only being one year older than me, you are amazing.”

Shooting a soft smile at him, you felt your ears burn with embarrassment- the good type of embarrassment that is.

“It’s just setting up the table, honey. I’m doing everything for our daughter so I hope she’ll be able to enjoy spending time with her friends.” You muttered under your breath, too shy to say a little thank you for his sweet words. Your husband was always like this- giving out compliments for the littlest of things and doing it so easily too. No matter how much time you spent with him, even in your 10 years of marriage, you were never used to it.

As if on cue your daughter storms into the kitchen, her eyes glistening with tears as she glared at the both of you.

Your eyes widened as you sensed her pain, reaching out to take her into your arms with nothing but love. “What’s the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?”

Her eyes then shuffles to you then Yeonjun, before she slaps your hand away with disgust. “Yeah, everything’s fine, as you can tell.”

Yeonjun frowned deeply, his eyebrows raising as the two of you shared a look of confusion. What happened? Everything was going smoothly until now. Plus, she never spoke like this at all which added more to the confusion.

“Fine?” You questioned, rubbing your hand that she forcefully pushed away with violence. “Sweetie, it doesn’t seem as if everything is fine. It’s up to you whether or not to tell us if something is wrong, but you know we’re always here for you. Now let me ask you again: what’s wrong?”

Her expression became rough as your voice rose higher in order to maintain its softness, and she scoffed with a little tsk. There was no way she could meet your eyes though, crossing her arms as the pout on your face got bigger and bigger. There was obviously something wrong affecting her but she made the decision to take it out on you, rage falling freely out her lips as she harshly criticized something you weren’t able to control.

“You know? I’m kind of embarrassed for having a parent who’s older than my dad. My friend has normal parents unlike mine, and that is so unfair. I don’t even get why dad married-”

“Y/D/N! (Your daughter’s name)!” Yeonjun yelled, before she could say anything else, quite frankly having enough of what useless rant she was already going on about. He was proud of his daughter for her graduation so congrats to her and all- but before anything else she wasn’t allowed to say that to her parent, much less his significant other.

You just stood there in shock, your arms trembling as you covered your mouth. It was too much to comprehend, and you had no clue what to say except a small whisper of an apology.

She didn’t mean that, right? The lines were blurred this time. You knew teenagers could be a little temperamental,

Perhaps it was because you worked so hard to arrange a party for weeks that you almost broke down in front of her, your eyes filling with sadness while hers filled with regret.

Yeonjun huffed in frustration, taking his daughter gently by the hand as you stood paralyzed in your seat. He couldn’t stand the tension between the two of you, choosing to take the problem out of the room before more resentful words were spoken.

You watched as she followed him upstairs, meekly organizing the forks and spoons since it took the most energy to do.

30 minutes later when the guests could arrive at any given moment, Yeonjun and your daughter came downstairs. You smiled at her haphazardly, the sight fake because words of her outburst kept ringing in your head.

He then nudged her forward a little bit and she cleared her throat, avoiding your sad gaze.

“I’m really sorry, mom/dad. I didn’t mean a word of what I said, and I know it’s not an excuse but I was just really stressed for this party. At the same time, you probably felt more stressed than me and it wasn’t right of me to say those things to you. You’re perfect for dad and your age doesn’t matter. You guys make me the happiest daughter ever and although we have bad times like these, you know just what to do to bring us back together.”

She looked at you in the eyes this time, her own sparkling as her smile brought a genuine one on your face.

“Thank you so much for everything! For this party and everything you’ve done for me! I love you so much, and I’m really sorry for what I said earlier.”

Of course your anger washed away and you scooped her up in a warm hug, gently messing with her hair so as to thank her as well for being brave. Yeonjun even joined in too, kissing the top of your head as you all shared a sweet embrace. Your daughter sniffled in your arms, feeling so much love from the both of you: the best parents in the whole entire world.

“I love you too, Y/D/N. I did this all for you, and I hope you know that. Besides your father also tried the cake we made, which he argued was most important out of everything else.”

“Hey!” Your husband playfully shot you a dirty look and rolled his eyes with pride. “That really was most important since I needed to make sure it tasted good and not poison!”

The two of you just laughed at his response when the chime of the doorbell interrupted the moment.

Ding! Dong!

Oh, the party! You swore you forgot for almost a second, as so did the rest of your young family. But perfect timing, you supposed.

“Now sweetie,” you grinned, tilting your head to the door, “should we start your party now?”

Released: November 25, 2021 (6:15pm)

Thoughts: OMG IM SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS SO LATE, IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY AND WHILE I JUST GOT FREE TIME, I WAS HOPING I’D WRITE IT DURING MY BREAK T^T and i know it isn’t the best either, but i hope you enjoyed it??? feel free to request again if it isn’t up to standards, although i’m super flattered that you wanted me to write for you again <3 anyway i hope you’re having a great day/night as well and i’m so happy to have written for you again!

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darksiders-drabbles · 2 years

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Hey hi hello I just finished a super emotional game and like one of the horsemen coming into the room and seeing the reader crying their eyes out over the ending. (you can choose the horseman, specifically one you think would cry with the reader if you need narrowing down.) Thank you and don't feel obligated to do this :)

Strife and a Sad Game Ending

Howdy @officialmisterrose! Great to see you back! I feel that emotional game ending vibe. I just finished the first Dishonored game playing as a pacifist. I really didn’t realize how much was different between that and playing in High Chaos.

Warnings: N/A, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

It was finally done. The ending of such a perilous journey brought about a sense of emptiness with it. The credits began to roll across the screen and that emptiness tugged at Reader’s heart. They sat motionless, staring blankly at the words slowly scrolling by. ‘How is it over already?’

“Man, that was a hell of a game…” Strife gestured at the screen in frustration. “I can’t believe it ended like this!”

He slumped back, somewhat defeated. He was met with a quiet sniff as a reply. He glanced over at Reader. He quickly did a double-take at their heart-broken expression, snapping his full attention to them. They were making a truly valiant effort to hold in their tears. But it was a battle they were sure to lose.

“Don’t-” Strife grumbled. “Don’t start doing that. If you start, I’ll--”

Reader met his eyes with a teary expression and he nearly broke. “But--!”

“Don’t!” Came a watery reply. ‘Stay strong!’

Reader lost the battle and tears began to pour out of their eyes. They let out a choked sob, clutching their controller loosely. They made no attempt to force back their emotions. Strife’s eyes began to sting at the sight. Strife reached out to them and, almost in sync, the two clutched each other with saddened cries intermingling.

“This-- This is so--!” Reader hiccupped. “Unfair!”

Strife buried his head in their hair, hiding his wet eyes and pinched expression. He squeezed Reader tighter to himself. To comfort them or himself, no one could tell. He wasn’t sure if it was their sadness that made him want to cry, or if the ending truly got to him as much as it got to them.

“It was beautiful” They continued, blubbering and smashing their face into his chest. “And horrible all at the same time!”

Strife sniffed, stroking down their back in comfort.”Yeah, it really was.”

Silence fell over the pair at the declaration. The two sat like that until long after the credits ended and the title screen returned. Reader took several deep breaths, slowly regaining their composure. As their cries died down, they loosened their hold on Strife.

“I think it was mostly beautiful though.” They said, wiping their remaining tears away. “I’m really glad I got to play through it.”

Strife blinked back his own tears before they could fall. “It was fun watching you play. But damn, that ending…”

“Yeah.” They chuckled, setting their controller down. They sighed deeply and sagged back into the couch. Strife followed suit. He glanced at Reader’s puffy eyes and a small smile slipped onto his face. He truly appreciated their empathy to no end. The seemingly endless bounds of human emotion never ceased to amaze him. Even if he did not always understand it, or think it wise in every situation, he still admired their openness.

Distantly he recalled the Animus and its corrupting of humanity. Back then he had wondered what that would mean for the future of The Kingdom of Man. But after having spent so much time in Haven, he knew that it would be okay. Sometimes the amount of feeling that humans dedicated to anything and everything around them would catch him by surprise. But at the end of it all, it was beautiful.

Reader was beautiful. Perhaps because they were human, perhaps because they allowed so much room for empathy in their heart. Either way, he counted himself fortunate that he could see humanity at its core so closely. Even more so when he got to experience that same beauty for himself.

He glanced forward to the screen and smirked. “Wanna play the next game?”

They smiled back at him.

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Hey there😄😄I hope you are doing well...You did my last request so fabulously🤩🤩So I'm back with another request😅😅It's another arranged marriage request and I think its the most bizarre request I ever had so please be patient with me😂😂 and you can decline the request if you don't feel so😅😅...Ok so here it goes..

*Steve and y/n are required to get married under the marriage law, he doesn't wants to but being the good soldier he obeys the government....they get married but steve is cold towards his wife...his teammates tell him to give his marriage a chance but he ignores them...Then the accords happen and without a care he leaves his wife behind who is heartbroken seeing all this..Then after 2 years he sees her but again he feels nothing but after the snap when he saw losses around him and he gives his marriage a second chance, he starts being civil to his wife and cares for her but they never consumated their marriage...When the time heist becomes successful Steve consumates his marriage with the reader out of happiness and she thinks all is well...Everyone returns from snap and no one dies...But steve returns the stones and stays in the past and old steve comes back.... Heartbroken Y/n refuses to meet him and leaves the compound...turns out she was pregnant with Steve's baby and doesn't wants the old steve to know so...One day old steve sees pregnant y/n who is around 7 months pregnant and realises its his baby, he apologizes but she ignores and turn away from him... He goes to get help from Scott bcz he wants to be with his wife and son now bcz he and Peggy couldn't have kids, everyone thought steve was selfish...But then he tells the truth that he never wanted to stay in past, but when he went to say goodbye to peggy, she abducted him and broke the timetravel apparatus and forced him to stay in the past...Young Steve comes back and now his son is born who is around 8 months old...He attempts to get back with his family but his wife still ignores him and doesn't let him come near her or her son...Steve regrets for not loving his wife in the past and also volunteering for returning the stones...Then one day powerbroker (Sharon) blasts the house where steve's family lived thus killing his family, in way to revenge her aunty peggy...Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret....*

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: You and Steve get married and he is really rude to you. Then he leaves you behind and goes back to Peggy but he doesn’t realise that you are pregnant. However, Sharon kills you and the baby to avenge her Aunt Peggy and Steve is left with nothing but pain and regret.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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Steve never wanted to marry you or anyone else for that matter. But the government wanted it and like a good Captain, he listened to them. It was the stupid law and he wanted to wring the neck of those who made it. The protectors of the world had to get married so that the world sees them as fellow citizens instead of humans with super powers.

All the Avengers knew that Steve was hesitant to get married and he was doing out of duty. They knew that it was unfair but they all had met you. They all loved you instantly and knew that you and Steve would hit it off. However, the only problem was that he refused to meet you. The only thing that he knew about you was your name and your job occupation. Apparently, it wasn’t worth his time to get to know his to be wife.

“You need to give it a proper chance before you form an opinion.” It was the night of your bachelor party and while everyone is blackout drunk, Steve and Tony just sat on the side couch. For a person who was getting married tomorrow, Steve looked miserable and Tony couldn’t help but interfere.

“I am doing my job and that’s all that matters.” Taking a quick sip from his glass, he didn’t even wince at the liquid burning his throat.

Sighing, Tony filled up his glass again. A drunk Steve was better than a sober one, in his opinion. “A marriage is not a job and you need to try harder.”

“You don’t get to have an opinion, Tony. You got the perfect girl and the perfect wedding.” Jealousy coursed through his veins when he realised that everyone got to be with the love of their loves while he was stuck with someone who he barely knew.

Tony was left speechless and before he could come up with a response, Steve got up from his place and made his way towards his room. Calling it a night, he dreaded the next morning. He was happy for all of his friends but he also wanted to fall in love over first coffee dates, first movie nights, the first kiss and the moment he proposed because he loved you. Not because he was obligated too.

“You ready, Stevie?” Bucky was trying to be supportive but the headache was killing him. The tequila was literally seeping out of his pores. “How are you not hungover right now?”

“I didn’t drink like a maniac last night.” Adjusting his bow tie, he took a deep breath. This was the most difficult thing that he was going to do in his life and he just wanted to be left alone for sometime. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Are you going to run if we leave you alone?”

“I am not a quitter and you all know that.” They all filed out of the room and he just sat down on the sofa and gave himself a prep talk.

You were no better on the other hand but you were ready to give it a try. Captain America was a good man and he would make a good husband. At least, that’s what you thought. You understood that the marriage was not happening under the best of circumstances but you could give it a fair chance. Taking a deep breath, you went to join your father on the doorway. He gave you a tearful smile and linked his hands with you.

“Do you take Steve Rogers as your lawfully wedded husband?” The minister asked the much awaited question and you quietly responded with an ‘I do’. During the whole ceremony, you wanted him to look at you but his eyes kept wandering. You passed it off as nerves but little did you know that he was so repulsed by the idea of this marriage that he refused to look at his wife to be.

“You guys are finally married. Treat her well, Rogers.” Fury took you both in a bear hug while your husband just hummed in response. You were like a daughter to Fury and that is why he recommended you as Steve’s spouse. He knew that Steve was an honorable man so he would fulfill all his duties as a husband.

The whole night was spent with you both smiling and engaging in conversations with the guests. However, you both made minimum effort to talk to each other except a few stolen glances. Your feet were killing you by the end of the event but you were never the one to complain. A look of relief appeared on your face when Steve announced an end to the event and thanked everyone for coming.

“Come on.” Hurriedly meeting his steps, you sat in to the passenger seat and those were the last words that were exchanged between you. When you entered the house, he took you straight to a guest room and then left. Whatever expectations that you had for tonight were crushed and so you went to bed with tears in your eyes and your wedding dress still on you.

During the next few weeks, Steve didn’t even glance at you but whenever you made an effort to do something nice for him, he shot you off. He was not willing to give it a chance and for the first few times that you made him dinner, he just picked it up and threw it in to the trash. You were never allowed in to his room and you learned it the hard way.

One day, you just wanted to put his laundry in to his room because he was not home yet. What was the harm? But boy, were you wrong. He came home early that day and he bursted at you the moment he saw you in his room. He called you some very mean things that you do not even want to recall. That night, you cried so much that your entire pillow was soaked but you didn’t want to leave him. You were in love with him way before you were married. He was the guy who saved the world and he was a good and an ethical man. Maybe he wasn’t nice to you but he was a good man and you couldn’t disagree with that.

It wasn’t that you needed a man in your life or you were dependent on him. It was that you had feelings for the man and your parents never raised you to be a quitter. You were still hoping that it all may be alright in a few days or weeks and you could have a family together. She knew that she had to be realistic but sometimes a girl wanted hope.

“I won’t be coming home for a few days.” At least he had the courtesy to tell you this time that he was going. "I have asked some of the agents to check up on you daily so if you need anything, just ask them."

"Okay." You quickly dismissed his questioning stare because he thought that you would ask questions. However, you knew that he would be rude and you would snap at him this time. A girl could only handle so much.

A week had passed and you got daily updates from Liam and Noah regarding the civil war. You still couldn’t believe that Tony and Steve were fighting because you witnessed their friendship firsthand. They had just informed you that Steve and his team were arrested by the government and shipped off to a black sight. You wanted to go to Fury and ask him to release all of them but Liam told you that it wouldn’t work. It was out of his hands.

“What do you mean?” You couldn’t believe your ears right now. Fury came by your house instead of Liam and Noah. He informed you that Chris and the other Avengers escaped from the prison and no one knows their location. Hurt was one of the most evident feeling running through your body and you didn’t know how to respond. How could he leave without telling you anything? How could he just leave?

“There will be some investigations on you but it would be nothing serious.”

“Why?” You exclaimed.

“The government is convinced that you know their location. It will blow over in sometime.”

“I am not going to sacrifice my freedom for someone who wasn’t even bothered to tell me about all this.” The hurt quickly turned into rage.

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tell all of them that I will not be doing anything and that you all should leave me alone.” You stood up and Fury took it as his cue.

Closing the door, you don’t let yourself ponder over the throbbing ache in your chest and instead get to packing. You were going to move out of this house and leave this life in the past. You moved into your parents house and immediately shot down their questions about Steve. There was a bookstore across from a studio apartment that Tony helped you find in the next few days. You loved books and the job paid pretty well. Soon, you forgot all about Steve and your failed marriage. Of course, there were feelings that you had to bury deep inside of you but you successfully managed to move on with your life.

“Have you heard, munchkin? Cap is back.” Tony shuffled your hair as he entered the library.. Pausing for a minute to absorb his words, you got right back into arranging the magazine section. It was the last thing that you had to do before you got off for the night.

“I don’t care. Are we still on for the night?”

“Yes. Pepper is cooking for the first time. Just say that you like the food.” From the past two years, Tony has been your person. He was the one who ordered you food when you were feeling too low or who massaged your feet when you had feet sores from lugging around books all day. You were thankful to have him in your life because he was not there to support you financially, he was there to support you emotionally. Sometimes, you felt so alone that you thought you might go into depression. But he was there to pull you back and so was Pepper. They were your family.

“Okay, Tony. I already know.” Quite a few things have changed over the years such as you changing your hair color to low lights and getting bangs. You changed your sense of style and. now you were pretty much unrecognizable. It was all in hope of leaving the past and turning over a new leaf. And you were somewhat successful.

“So how was the food?”

“Awesome!” The fake, shrill voice was hard to recognise, even for you but you didn’t want to hurt Pepper’s feelings.

“I know it was not good so I ordered some pizza as a back up.”

“I love you.” A chorus sounded from Tony and you as you both hugged her and kissed her on either cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” She quickly dismissed you both but the cheeky grin on her face was hard to hide. You called it a night when you started feeling sleepy and you said your goodbyes. Your apartment was only two blocks away so you decided to take a walk to clear your head. Steve had been on your mind since the time Tony mentioned that he was back. As much as you wanted to believe that his arrival didn’t effect you, you couldn’t deny all the feelings that came rushing back in.

“Robbins Library, how may I help you?” Without looking up, you asked the question in a fake, chirpy voice.

“Why are you not at the house?” The voice startled you from your receipt checking and you gave him a confused look. As you had time to process the question, you looked over his appearance. More muscular and a fully grown beard was an interesting look and definitely suited him.

“Well, it was not mine to begin with.”

“I left you that house so you would be comfortable.”

“I am doing just fine without it. You know, I didn’t need anything from you but love and respect.”

Steve was trying to do something nice for you but he didn’t understand you. He felt nothing towards you even if he tried. Guilt coursed through him when he saw the look of hurt on your face but he couldn’t do anything about it. “That is too much.”

“Well, I deserve it and I am not going to settle for anything less.” This time, the brain won the battle and you were secretly glad. You resumed your work and he left without saying another word.

The city was in chaos in a few days because there was an alien invasion in place. The Avengers were all over the problem but Pepper and you were panicked. However, the only difference was that she could ask about Tony’s whereabouts and you couldn’t do that for your husband. There were no updates for you and when Noah came to get you both with a battered suit, you were worried.

Walking towards the tower, you realised that many people were crying but the most important thing was that it looked like half of the population was gone. There were a lot of things that you didn’t understand right now but only one thing mattered. One person. Steve. You ran towards the tower and when you saw him sitting on a chair with his head in his hands.

“What happened?” The logical part of your brain started working right on time.

“We couldn’t prevent the snap and Thor escaped.”

You didn’t know what it all meant but it was definitely something bad. “So what does it mean?”

“It means that half of the human population have disappeared. It means that half of our friends, families, loved ones have disappeared. It means that I have failed!”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Do not speak to me like that. I do not deserve it. When you are in the right frame of mind, come talk to me.” You were not the person that suffered silently. You were the person who knew. what she wanted and how she should be treated.

Going outside, you called your parents but it just went to voicemail. However, busy they might have been, they always picked up their phone. So you knew that they were gone too. You were alone in this world and you didn’t know what to do. In the far distance, you saw Tony and Pepper hugging and you were happy to see that your best friend was not gone.

With tears running down your eyes, you turned back and collided into a firm chest. Looking up, you saw Steve and you just wanted someone to be with you right now. That’s what Steve also wanted because he felt like a failure right now. He wanted to give the marriage another chance as he thought that it was a miracle that you both were still here after the snap. It was not fair on you but he just needed someone and so did you. It was a fair trade.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now, Steve.”

“Me too. Let’s go upstairs.” You both just silently hugged each other and kept staring out into the Manhattan skyline. You knew that he didn’t have any feelings towards you and you cared about that. But not today. Today, you wanted to just lie down and soak up in his presence because he was the only one left for you.

He brought you breakfast in bed the next morning and he took you to all the meetings. You were confused as to why he was doing all of it and when you asked him, his answer was ‘I am trying’. You didn’t get your hopes high because you knew that it would be pathetic. This was going to be temporary and you just knew it. However, you just wanted a companion so you rolled with the situation.

“We can work around quantum physics and get all of our friends back.” He informed you over the ice cream that you were sharing. A Netflix movie ran in the background because it was a Saturday and it was a routine for you both.

“That’s a really good thing.”

“We are going to do it tomorrow.”

“Nice. I am going to bed. Are you coming?” He mumbled out a small yes and picked up all the dishes to put them in the sink.

The whole day tomorrow you clinged by your phone and called your parent’s number after every fifteen minutes. You looked crazy by the end of the day but when they finally picked up, you couldn’t explain the joy that coursed through your whole body. Talking to them for hours, you promised that you would visit them and you cancelled the call.

Steve came back with a bottle of wine in his hands to celebrate. “We were successful. The world is saved. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Both your happiness knew no bounds and after a few many glasses, you both were dancing to Taylor Swift songs. By the end of the night, you two were truly drunk and one thing led to another. You woke up the next morning with sheets wrapped around your frame and the pillow beside you crumpled but cold. You regretted the night so much because you knew that he did not have the same feelings for you.

The whole day, you spent cleaning the apartment as there were empty bottles of alcohol laying around. Then you went to the library and today was a busy day because many people wanted an update for the past five years of their lives. It kept you distracted from everything and when Tony came in, it was like the past repeating itself. He told you that Steve went to place the stones back but he came back as old.

You stopped listening to him after sometime as your mind tried to process what was happening. He betrayed you. Again. You were preparing yourself for the hurt whole day but this was totally unexpected. You knew what to do so it was a good thing. Detach yourself from the situation and do damage control. That was your motto for the next seven months and you refused to meet him even after you found out you were pregnant.

“You are in the mood of some ice cream with pickles, hmm little bean?” Rubbing your round belly, you walked towards the snacks aisle. The flavored pickle was on the top shelf but it was out of your reach. A wrinkly hand from behind picked up the jar and when you turned around to thank him, your voice was stuck in your throat. There stood your husband but the older version. The wrinkled face still held some similarities to the young captain but he had a slight hunch and grey hair.

“(Y/N), is that you? Are you- You are pregnant?” The question in his eyes was pretty evident.

“Seven months.” You curtly spoke and wheeled the trolly towards the check out. He quickly figured out the timeline and felt guilty. It was his baby and he left you alone. He caught up to you when you were bagging the groceries.

“I am sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. If I could change everything, I would. Please give me another chance.”

“You chose Peggy so you don’t get to come back in my life. Leave us alone. It would be a favor for this child if he never gets to know you.” Telling him off made you feel a whole lot better and you went towards your car.

Seeing you leave, Steve knew that he had to make things right. He went to the compound where all the Avengers were lounging around.

“I thought you had retired, Cap.” Peter called out from playing his video game with Bucky.

“I want your help, Scott. I want to go back to my old self.”

“Why, Captain? Got bored of the grandfather look?” Tony asked while stuffing his mouth with buttered popcorn.

“No. I just found out that my wife is pregnant and I want to be there for them.”

“That’s sweet but why? You already had your chance with Peggy.” Natasha wasn’t very happy with Steve right now but they all had the same question running through their minds.

“Peggy and I couldn’t have kids.”

“So you are using (Y/N) and this kid as a replacement. That’s just selfish, Steve.” Everyone gave him a disgusted look because they couldn’t believe that he was just using you and the child to fill a hole in his life. Not because he loved you both.

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to stay in the past with Peggy but she forced me to. She broke the time machine apparatus and I had no other choice but to accept that life.” He looked at all of them and saw that they all were listening to him. “I made a time machine the whole time I was there and when it was complete, I got the hell out of there.”

“Oh, Steve. We are so sorry. Of course, we will all help you.” Hugging him tight, Nat spoke on behalf of all the others. The machine was all ready to go so Steve stood in the middle of it with Scott. They had to go back and fixed the machine’s timing and it would take some months to do all that.

Meanwhile, you got back home and unpacked all the groceries. Your hormones were running wild at the moment as you sat on the sofa with your swollen feet on the coffee table. You wanted a companion sometimes who would massage your back or who would call you pretty when you were feeling insecure about yourself or who would bring you food at four a.m. But this was a dream and you gave up on it a long time ago. You were enough for your baby and that was a fact.

When Steve came back, 10 months had passed by. You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy after a 21 hour labour. You cried and even though you had your mom with you, you still called out for Steve. You wanted him with you and afterwards, when you held that boy in your hand, you wanted Steve to be there with you to enjoy the moment. However, it was the last time his name even came out of your month.

“Oliver, you need to eat, bubba.” The last 8 months have been a rollercoaster ride for you and you knew through Tony and Pepper that Steve had gone back in time. You didn’t bother with the details because you had another human being to worry about.

“Nooooo.” This one word was the kid’s favorite and everyone of his sentence started with it. You were interrupted in the middle by the doorbell. Picking up your child from the high chair, you made your way through the house towards the door.

“What are you doing here?” Steve looked the same age as you so you knew that the time machine trip was successful. But you saw red. He didn’t deserve you or Oliver.

“(Y/N), is- is that him?” The blubbering baby did not even pay attention to his father and kept on pulling your hair. He was an exact replica of Steve from the dirty blonde hair to the charming smile. A literal reminder for you but you loved this little boy to death.

“Yes and now go away. We don’t need you.” Looking at the baby, he regretted the day he made the decision to be the one to return the stones. He regretted the fact that he did not allow himself to love you. He regretted everything. “Do not come near us. Goodbye.”

You went on with your week as per usual with feeding Ollie in the morning and taking him to the library with you where he had his own play pen. Then getting light lunch across the street and coming back home to take a nap for a few hours. Afterwards, you both ate dinner while Oliver’s favorite cartoons played on the tv. Except for the fact that Steve was at your house, your job and your cafe from the day he came back. He tried to apologize but the years that you spent in agony was too much. It was too little, too late.

It was a Sunday afternoon and by some miracle, Steve had left you alone. He had a meeting with the other Avengers regarding Asgard today. You were just playing with Oliver on his mat as he tried to crawl towards the stuffed toys in your hands. Before you picked him up, you thought that you smelt gas. However, a loud explosion threw you in to the nearest wall and you knew that your time was here. During the last few breaths, you tried to find Oliver but you couldn’t move. Mentally calling out for Steve, your gaze became unfocused and you lost conscious.

“Wha-What happened?” Steve knew that there was a bomb blast and he wanted to hope against all hope that you both were safe. However, the two body bags wheeled out of the burnt down house had him fall to his knees.

“There was an explosion and we caught Agent Sharon fleeing the scene.”

Sharon had confessed that she wanted to have revenge on Steve for cheating on her aunt Peggy. The new family that Steve had was a disgrace to her Aunt’s memories so she murdered them. She had gone a little crazy because Peggy was the one who take care of her when she was a child and she felt that Steve betrayed her.

Steve didn’t know what to do with his life at the moment. He was left all alone and his family was snatched away from him. He didn’t get a chance to be with them and now he was left with nothing but pain and regret. Trying to convince Fury to let him go back in time and prevent the explosion was futile because Fury just told him that this would upset the balance of nature. He didn’t understand it at first but then as time passed, he did. All the toys and photos that were salvaged from the house now decorated Steve’s very lonely apartment and he never let himself forget.

This was his punishment and he was not going to run away from it. Not this time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved writing about Steve but I am no longer taking requests for some days. I actually have some of my drafts that I want to complete. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

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atlabeth · 3 years

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everything happens for a reason part 3 - zuko x fem!reader

I feel so much, I get carried away

part 2 | masterlist | part 4

a/n: enjoy the fluff in this chapter bc its not gonna last

once again for reference - this chapter takes place 2 years after the last one so y/n is 11 and zuko is 12

warning(s): eating/food, but otherwise its pure fluff

wc: 3.3k

chapter title comes from carried away by madison beer!

i ran out of kid zuko gifs so i had to make my own smh if you want something done you gotta do it yourself

The young friendship only flourished after that fateful day. Zuko and Y/N began spending almost all of their freetime together between Y/N teaching him about her culture, their usual talking in the hallways, and finding ways to hang out together outside of her schedule. She was absolutely delighted to be teaching Zuko though, so she always made sure there was time for her self proclaimed academy.

Y/N was constantly busy around the castle, so in order to hang out they had started waking up extra early — the pair had become experts at sneaking around the castle with the first rays of the sun. The gardens were a favourite because of its availability, and of course, the turtleducks. It also gave Y/N a chance to bend outside of healing, something that they began to take advantage of as they got older.

Sparring sessions became a regular between them as a way for Y/N to get some practice with martial bending, Zuko to experience fighting against a waterbender, and just another way for them to spend time together. Of course, they had to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid alerting anyone of their presence, but that became the least of their worries over time.

They each pushed each other to be better, and with Y/N’s healing skills, they were able to walk away every morning without any injuries. But after discovering a very unfair advantage that the prince held, she decided that morning sparring just wasn’t enough.

(“Firebending gets stronger in the morning,” he had told her after a particularly brutal blast resulting in some emergency bending on Y/N’s part to extinguish a tree. “My teachers always say that we rise with the sun.”

“Well,” she had said with a smile. “We rise with the moon. You just signed yourself up for some late night sparring sessions.”)

Y/N had truly started to come into her own. It had been two years since her capture, and though she had in no way made peace with her life in the Fire Nation, she was trying to take advantage of it as much as she could. Even though she despised being at the beck and call of nobles and guards, she couldn’t deny the opportunities it gave her to hone her abilities. Her healing had improved tenfold and her martial bending wasn’t too shabby either. Between all of the time spent with Zuko and practicing her bending, she was able to distract herself from her dim reality.

But the world was a cruel, cruel place, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. It didn’t treat souls like Zuko and Y/N kindly, a fact that they would soon become aware of.

In the moment though, Y/N was more focused on not getting burnt.

She twirled to the side as a small flame shot past her, just barely managing to dodge it as she bent a stream of water out from the pond and sent it at Zuko. He turned it to steam as he blocked it with his own fire, which he then sent back at her with a combination of a punch and a kick. Y/N raised her hands and bent up a large wall of water from the pond, and with a small grunt on her part, sent it flying towards Zuko. He tried to conjure up his own fire shield in an effort to extinguish the water once more, but it was too little too late and he ended up getting knocked to the ground and completely drenched.

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips as Zuko wiped water off of his face, sputtering incoherently while he pushed himself up. “Did you really have to do that?” he complained.

“You know I do.” She grinned as she walked around the pond to his side, cracking her knuckles before she began to bend the water out of his clothes. “This was in the morning, too. Admit it, I’m getting better!”

He cracked a smile of his own. “You really are. I just wish that you getting better didn’t end up in me getting soaked every time.”

She bent the water she had extracted from his clothes back into the pond and held out her hand to help him up from the ground, which he took gratefully. “That just makes it more fun.”

As she helped pull him up, Y/N found herself more than a little transfixed. The rays of the rising sun shone down on him perfectly, and the smile still on his lips made her feel flutter bats in her stomach.

Y/N didn’t know when she had started seeing Zuko in a different light than usual. When his laughs became melodious, his smile like a ray of sunshine on its own, his company coveted. While she was usually able to trade verbal jabs with him without a second thought, doing her self-assigned job of keeping him humble, something had changed in the past year.

They grew steadily closer over the years after they had met, but one event in particular all but pushed Zuko into her arms.

Ursa’s banishment.

Of course, they didn’t know that she had been banished. No one aside from Ozai knew the true nature of her disappearance — to her children and the other inhabitants of the palace, it was just that. A disappearance.

It was suspicious, yes. All in the span of a day, Princess Ursa vanished, Fire Lord Azulon mysteriously perished, and Ozai took his place, but nothing could be done. It was a somber day for every servant — Ursa showed them a kindness that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the palace, and to rub salt in the wound, a man just as cruel as Azulon had risen to the throne.

Zuko was devastated. He had always been close with his mother, and the only thing she had given him before leaving was a short goodbye and a kiss. He was angry beyond belief at the abandonment, and that anger overshadowed his grief.

Y/N tried to help him, but he lashed out at her.

“Your mother is still here and she loves you! Mine left me like I was nothing. Don’t try and say you know how I feel.”

“But my father is gone. I do know how you feel Zuko, and I want to help you, but I can’t help you if you keep pushing me away.”

“…you don’t know anything.”

It hurt, but she knew he needed space. She gave it to him, letting him brew alone and take out his anger however necessary, but let him know that the door was open when he was ready to talk.

He did — he had apologized for what he said and she accepted, and Zuko ended up spilling every emotion he had to her over the next few weeks. She listened, offered advice when she could, and made Zuko feel a little bit less alone in the scheme of it all. It was a horrible experience, but it brought them closer together, and the prince was eternally thankful that he had a friend to help him through the ordeal.

The night that he came to her room, admitting that he was hurting and asking for her help — Y/N thinks that was the moment she fell for him. She cursed herself at the time for developing feelings for her only friend in the palace, but over time she learned to cover them up. She had to remember her place.

She understood her role, but it got harder and harder to keep up with it the more time she spent with Zuko — this moment was no exception.

“Yeah, yeah. I just hold back because I don’t want to burn you.”

“Liar!” she exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “You forget that I can heal myself if anything goes wrong. Besides, I know you’d never burn me. I trust you.”

Zuko smiled and smoothed his clothes back down, the only sign of their sparring session now gone. “Good, because I trust you too. No matter how many times you totally drench me.”

She snorted as she started to walk back to the palace. “Like I said, that just makes it more fun. And as fun as it has been completely crushing you in combat, duty calls.”

He sighed, giving a reluctant nod as he started to follow her — then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed her arm to stop them. “Wait, how much work do you have today?”

Y/N thought for a few seconds then shrugged. “Dunno, it varies. I got stuck working with Jaysa all this morning, so that’s going to take forever, I have my usual healing lessons with Master Rika after, and then I usually just end up going around with whatever else comes my way for the rest of the day.” She grinned and lowered her voice as if the subject of the matter could somehow hear her. “I’ve been working on a dress for my mother in secret because her birthday is coming up soon, so the free time I get between my shifts that isn’t spent with you has been going towards that.”

Zuko gaped. “You’re making her a dress all on your own, with no help? How?”

She held up her hands with a proud smile. “These things are good for waterbending, sewing, and hitting best friends.”

He gave her a sideways grin at that. “I’m your best friend?”

Y/N snickered and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, dummy. You’re like, the only person that likes me in this whole nation. Of course you’re my best friend.”

“Well…” he started. “Would a best friend like to break the rules even more tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in turn, completely betraying her excitement despite her attempt to look nonchalant about it. “That depends — what d’you have in mind?”

He grinned and leaned forward, dropping his voice to a whisper as he spoke in her ear. “So, after you finish work for the night, we…”

It was a struggle to get through all of her work after the plan that she and Zuko had formulated — sure, they broke the rules all the time. The basis of their entire friendship was breaking the rules, but this was going farther than they ever had before. Y/N wasn’t thinking about the consequences though, she was thinking about the journey — that was her first mistake.

She had rushed through all of her chores with Jaysa, hardly paid attention in her healing lessons, and made quick work of the rest of her day until she was finally able to meet up with Zuko at one of the various servant entrances that she had shown him.

“You’re finally here!” he exclaimed, his body buzzing with nervous energy. “I thought you were never gonna come.”

“Some of us actually have work to get done, mister crown prince,” she joked as she bumped his shoulder with hers. “But that doesn’t matter — let’s get going before someone catches us! I don’t want it to get too dark either.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Zuko reassured. “My dad is in war meetings all day, no one is going to catch us. Now come on!”

Zuko pushed open the door, grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. A laugh fell from her lips as they ran, unable to stop herself from casting a cautionary glance behind them as they got farther from the palace. Y/N tried to push her worries out of her mind — like she had told Zuko earlier, she trusted him.

That was her second mistake.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak past the guards around the wall and just as quick to get through Royal Caldera, and before Y/N knew it, they had arrived in the city.

It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

The village she had grown up in was miniscule compared to anything in the Fire Nation, and she was especially awestruck upon entering the city. As home to more middle class citizens than anything, it was a bustling marketplace filled with workers and nobles alike — if she hadn’t been preoccupied with the stars in her eyes, she would’ve been able to see the way Zuko was absolutely beaming at her.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand once again as he began to walk — at a much more moderate pace than their run here — down the streets. “There’s so much here that I wanna show you. Have you ever been out here?”

She shook her head, allowing herself to gawk at her surroundings while they went down the street. “We aren’t really allowed to leave the palace since we’re technically still prisoners, just… ones that work. My mother always had to give her money to one of the other servants so that when they went out to buy their things, they could pick some stuff up for us as well. This is all totally new.”

Once again, a frown found its way onto Zuko’s face, but only for a split second before he pointed at a stall opposite to them. “Oh— there’s a fruit stand! Come on, you have to try this.”

Y/N let Zuko pull her over to the stand, looking at the array of fruits on display while Zuko conversed with the merchant. A few silver pieces later and they were walking away with a basket of produce — miraculously, the prince hadn’t been recognized, so she figured he wouldn’t need a disguise. Third mistake.

“Here,” he said, offering her a mango from the basket. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Fire Nation mango.”

She took the fruit from him and bit into it, her eyes immediately widening as she turned on Zuko. “Tui’s gills, this is delicious! You’re telling me that you people just have this on hand but we don’t get any of it?”

He shrugged and took a fig from the basket as Y/N wiped some juice off of her chin. “There’s a reason I’ve helped you break into the kitchens so many times. Now, where do you wanna go next?”

The pair spent the next couple of hours browsing the marketplace, enjoying their day on the Fire Lord’s coin. Zuko was more than happy to show Y/N parts of his culture after all she had taught him, and she was more than happy to experience it. They had been able to buy lanterns for the upcoming Festival of Szeto, purchase their own blends of tea leaves, and of course Zuko insisted on getting fire flakes and gummies.

(Y/N thought he was insane. Why in the world would the Fire Nation want to make food that hurt them on purpose? She was going to stick with her newfound love for mangoes.)

But Zuko hadn’t even brought her to the best part yet.

“Can I open my eyes now?” She asked, her anxious tone betraying her curiosity.

“Now you can.” Y/N was met with Zuko’s grin and as she focused on the stand in front of them, she had to make a conscious effort to not gape.

Zuko had brought her to a sewing stand with all the threads, fabrics, and silks that she could dream of in all kinds of colors. She immediately rushed forward, unable to stop herself from running her hands over and through each and every piece of material — she was in a seamstress’s heaven.

“I take that as a sign you like it?” Zuko asked happily.

“Oh, definitely,” she confirmed, still completely caught up in all the choices. “This is so much better than all the material we’re given to work with!”

“That’s why I brought you here. I thought you could get some stuff for yourself, and some stuff to help with the dress you’re making for your mom. I don’t really know how sewing works, but I thought that this was one way I could help.”

“That is so sweet of you!” she gushed. “Thank you so much — you should probably get around to some of the other stalls because I… I think I’m gonna be here for a while.”

Zuko laughed and fished out of a couple of golden pieces then set them in her hand. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you over by the steps; we can watch the sunset together.”

They nodded as parting gifts and each was enveloped in their tasks; Y/N beginning to ask the merchant questions about everything at their stand and Zuko off to entertain himself for a few more minutes.

Soon enough, Y/N had her own small bundle of silks and fabrics, her mind already going off in a million different ways of how she could incorporate it into the design. She found Zuko sitting on the steps and as she took her own seat next to him, he handed her another mango.

“Did you find everything you wanted?” She nodded and hummed gratefully as she accepted the fruit, taking a bite as her eyes fell on the skyline in front of them.

“I had a really great time today, Zuko. I really can’t thank you enough for taking me out here. I… I think I forgot what it was like to feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“...happy.” She paused for a second before allowing herself to meet his eyes. “All the time I spend with you in the palace… It’s one of the only times that I really do feel happy. And being out here today, getting to walk around where I wanted and buy things and just— I feel free, Zuko. And that means everything to me.”

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she turned away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that—“

Zuko gently reached out for her hand, drawing her attention back to him and the soft smile on his face.

“Well… I care about you. You’re nice to me, and you take time out of your day to help me which you don’t have to do. This is just me trying to pay you back for all you’ve done to help me. We can do this more often — whenever my dad’s busy.”

Her own smile grew on her lips and she nodded as she laced her fingers with his. “I care about you too. And.. I’d like that.”

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and together, they watched the sunset over the city.

There was no place either of them would rather be.

Y/N and Zuko made their way back to the palace as quickly as they could after realizing how late it had gotten. Y/N was sure that she was going to get the talking-to of her life after what she had done, but she was almost giddy after what had just happened. She could deal with any of Kura’s consequences later — right now the only thought in her mind was the feeling of Zuko’s hand in hers.

The night had been nothing short of perfect. She had felt freer than ever before out there in the city with Zuko, and knowing that he reciprocated the feelings she had for him was enough to make her heart burst. She cared for him, and he cared for her.

Of course, there was that nagging question of how they would continue now that their friendship had morphed into something more, but once again — it was something she would deal with later. Her fourth and final mistake.

But as a guard turned the corner, Y/N realized she might not get the chance. She quickly let go of Zuko’s hand and tucked it under the bundle of fabric, hoping that the gesture of affection had been missed by the man.

If he had noticed, he showed no sign of it. He stopped in front of them, a gruff voice speaking from behind the mask with words that made her heart stop.

“Prince Zuko, the Fire Lord has requested an audience with you.”

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