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marvellous1917 · 24 days

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Icarus Falling Far From.

(Part 4)

Pairing: mob!bucky x tattoo artist!female!reader

Summary: Bucky comes face to face with the ones fucking his shit up, he’s all stressed and the reader just wants to make out.

Warnings: mentions of crime (guns,drugs,murder [he’s a monster babes]), swearing, guns, reader being threatened with a gun (oops), threat of violence, talking about feelings (ew), think that’s it-if I’m missing any let me know.

Word count: 3.9k ish

A/n: hey guys, hope you enjoy this shit lmao, I truly have absolutely no idea where I’m going with this.

(This is not beta’d we die like men.)

Part 3 : Icarus Falling Far

Masterlist

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Bucky’s thoughts in italics

Readers thoughts in bold

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Fuck.

Fuucckk.

“It’s you.” Bucky states, his voice steady, hiding the confusion running through his head.

“It’s us,” Frank responds, “gotta be honest, we’ve had a lot of fun fucking up your shit.”

Frank stood with a smug smirk on his face, while the man with the buzz cut, and with scars covering his face, the light outside casting a grim portrait, stands with a big grin - both completely unaffected by the gun being pointed at them.

“Does she know?” Bucky asks, years of being screwed by people he trusted rearing back and kicking his trust issues into his gear.

Please say no, please tell me she’s not a part of this.

No. Not her.

“Y/n? Bet it break your cold heart if we said yes, huh?” Billy quips, with that stupid grin now a permanent fixture on his face. “That sweet pretty girl you though actually liked you, was actually just getting us this in, see we have proposition for- ”

“DOES SHE KNOW?” Bucky lets his voice rise, tired of the games the other men were playing.

“No, and we are gonna keep it that way you hear me, don’t drag that kind girl into this cruel world.” Curtis states, stepping forward as if to cut Billy off from responding.

Shit, I can’t let you look down and see me waving a gun in your friends faces.

“She doesn’t need to know. She’s not made for this world, not like us. So how about you put the gun away before she starts looking out that window.” Frank says, eyes flicking to your window to make sure you’re not witnessing this tense conversation.

Bucky slowly lowers the gun into his pocket, but keeps his hand tight on the weapon, just as a precaution.

Please be true, to whatever bastard higher power up there, please be true.

“Not like us?” Bucky says, parroting the other man’s words, “in what world are we the same?”

“Well I mean you and Curtis probably share the most similar physicality,” Billy states, chuckling a little at his own joke.

Bucky’s eyes flit to the quiet man on the left, recalling his earlier thoughts.

“What Bill means to say is that I know what’s it’s like to loose a limb in combat-”

“I didn’t loose my arm in combat.” His voice was deep and unwavering, even while the horrid memories came to the front of his mind, “you have no idea what I went through.”

“We know some. Rumors fly in the military.” Franks states, “we were all Marines together, and after Curtis lost his leg, I became a Navy Seal and Bill here became a Scout Sniper for the Marine Corps Reconnaissance. We’ve had our fair share of being screwed over by those in authority.”

“Am I supposed to give a shit? All that crap is behind me, what I care about is my business now, the same business that you three have been fucking up for the past week. So what the fuck do you want and what the fuck does Y/n have to do with it?” Bucky growls out, his patience slipping.

“We mean no harm, not to you, and especially not to Y/n-”

“I’m supposed to believe that, you used her to get to me right? If you cared about her you wouldn’t have done that-” Bucky begins before he gets cut off.

“Don’t you dare say that we don’t care about her!” Billy almost shouts stepping forward before stopping when Bucky brings the gun out of his pocket and lets it rest by his side.

“Y/n is one of the few things in this world we care about, she’s family okay, and we would never hurt her-” Curtis says

“Really, then how would you say she’s gonna feel if I go back to her apartment and tell her all about this, huh?” Bucky calls back

“You’re not gonna do that though, are ya? Because you know if you did, it’d break her heart, and you don’t wanna do that do ya Buck? Not when ya like her so much?” The words come from Billy, the annoying grin back in his face.

“What make you think I care that much?” Bucky says, even though his thoughts state the opposite.

I do. I do care.

“If you didn’t you would have shot us already.” Frank responds with a very valid point.

That makes Bucky clench his jaw and tense his gun wielding hand.

“All we want is a business meeting okay, talk about a potential partnership.” Frank stars crossing his arms, staring unklinking at Bucky.

“A partnership? It’s gonna take more than you fucking up a few things for me to even think about considering that. And what the hell would I get out of a partnership with you three?” Brucky responds, seriously considering just shooting the three men dead on the street.

“Well that’s something we can talk about later, but just so you know we have our hands in some business ourselves and more than enough bodies to keep our shit going, but we’d all be a hell of a lot richer if we worked together” Curtis states, shifting his weight onto his good leg.

“Plus just think about how happy our girl will be if we all got on.” Billy chimes in with a quick wink.

Our girl. OUR girl? God I wanna shoot these assholes.

Bucky keeps his calm facade up, unwilling to show the man that his words affected him.

“Fine. Be at the Comandos bar at 8 pm tomorrow, just you three, no weapons.” Bucky responds, wanting this conversation to be over.

The three men share quick look’s between themselves, and then Frank steps forward with his hand out towards Bucky and says “We’ll be there.”

Bucky doesn’t even look at them before turning quickly and walking back into the building, pulling out his phone to call Steve.

Frank chuckles, puts his hand down and turns to get in the car.

“Think he’ll tell her?” Curtis asks.

“Nah. He likes her too much.” Billy replies, while opening the door and getting in.

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What the hell is taking him so long? God I hope the boys didn’t catch him and give the whole ‘if you hurt her we’ll kill you’ talk. The boys are scary but Bucky’s a damn mobster.

The heavy knock on the door stops your pacing, and cause you to run to the door and pull it open to see the aforementioned mobster.

He doesn’t even say anything before barging in, kicking the door closed behind him while his hands go straight to the sides of your face, pulling your lips to his. His grip is gentle, but his mouth is bruising, his teeth nipping your bottom lip.

You pull back to catch your breath, leaning your forehead on his and catching your breath.

“Not even a hello? You missed me that much?” You flirt quietly, whispering into his mouth, hand clutching his waist through his coat.

“More than you know darlin’ I needed to see you…and touch you,” Bucky responds, silently thinking I needed to make sure you were okay.

Oh please do.

“All I’m hearing is the big bad mobster saying he needs me” you tease, praying he didn’t take offence, yeah he’s sweet and lovely but I’ve only gotten a tiny glimpse at the other side of him.

“Is that how you see me?” He leans back to his full height, staring down into your eyes, dropping his hands to his sides.

Shit.

Bucky grips your wrists and takes your hands off his body, moving them into his metal hand, the surface cold on your skin. You scramble to respond, wanting to tell him you thought the opposite, but his flesh hand moves to his pocket before you can talk.

“Big bad mobster huh? Oh doll you have no idea,” he says with an indiscernible look on his face, pulling out his glock.

Oh fuck, I was only teasing.

“Wait Buck-“ you start before he cuts you off.

“Y/n…Are you scared of me?” He asks, his grip on your wrists loose enough that you could get out of his grip if you wanted to.

You didn’t move. Looking into his eyes, an overwhelming feeling of calm takes over, the blue of his eyes the same as the sky after a storm.

“…no. I’m not.” I probably should be but apparently I’m crazy.

“Do you think I’m bad?” He asks.

All the stories, all the rumours, the memory of your first meeting, and the call he took in the shop come flooding to the forefront of your mind. That he’s a man with no mercy, cares for nothing and no one - except money, sex, and violence.

“…not to me.” You answer.

He pulls his arm up, holding the glock in between your faces, showing it to you. The bottom of his tattoo- your tattoo- sticks out from under his sleeve.

A normal person without a broken brain would take this as a threat. Why am I attracted to this?

He makes eye contact with you over the barrel, turning his hand and resting the muzzle on your cheek, but there is no fear in you, you can see his trigger finger resting on the side of the barrel.

“Do you trust me Y/N?” Bucky asks, his eyes not moving from yours.

You take a second to think about it.

The man is a fucking mobster for Christs’ sake. He’s a criminal, a gun runner, a drug trafficker, and not to mention a killer. His kills have hit the news before, no evidence proving it was his organisation, but everyone knows. It doesn’t matter if it was Bucky that pulled the trigger, held the knife, planted the bomb, nothing happened that wasn’t on his order. Can I really trust a man like that?

Your hesitation to answer has an effect on Bucky. He moves the gun, dragging it down your neck and resting the muzzle in the dip of your collar bone. You look down at his hand, finger still nowhere near he trigger.

“Y/n.” He calls quietly. Your eyes jump back to his and he speaks again, “do you think I would ever hurt you?”

That question has an answer you don’t have to think about.

“Not unless I did something to deserve it.” Your attempt at humour was immediately seen to be the wrong answer.

He sticks the gun back in your face, muzzle pushing between you lips, scratching your teeth. The movement causes your eyes to go wide, fear slipping onto your face.

“Did you do something to deserve it? Have you fucked me over Y/n?” His voice is tense, deadly serious, an unstable look in his eyes, his metal hand tightening on your wrists.

You lean back a little to answer, “…no, no of course not Buck. What’s going on? You’re freaking me out.”

He stares at you for what feels like hours, his face perfectly still, not giving anything away.

She doesn’t know. She truly has no idea. Thank fuck.

He drops the gun and lets go of your wrists, taking a few steps back, giving you space.

“I’m sorry doll, I’ve just had very hard day, some new information was given to me and it’s fucked me up a bit. I’m sorry Y/n, truly I am, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” His hands run through his hair, pulling at it harshly. “Shit darlin’, what the hell was I doing?” He mumbles the last bit to himself.

“Buck..Bucky, hey calm down, it’s okay-” you start before he talks again.

“It’s not okay! I just put a fucking gun in your face.” He keeps rambling, seeming like a whole other person than he was a minute ago.

“Buck! Stop, stop jabbering,” you grab his wrists, taking his hands from his hair and pulling him towards you.

He stops talking, and stares at your hands in his, the metal of his prosthetic shining a stark contrast against your skin.

You take a second to look at him, eyes studying his face. He looks worried, and a little scared.

Huh, didn’t know a mobster could get scared. Is he’s scared of me and what I’m gonna say… or is he scared of himself?

“You don’t scare me Buck…you probably should, but you don’t. ‘Cos you’ve been nothing but good to me, even a minute ago when you were acting weird, I knew you weren’t gonna do anything-”

“How? How did you trust me to not hurt you, when I was waving my glock in your face?”

“You had your finger on the barrel”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking over what you said. He takes a deep breath, meeting your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say,” Bucky responds.

“Then don’t say anything.” You say, the imagine of him with a gun in his hand fresh in your mind.

That whole episode should not have been as hot as it was. Shit I’m fucked up.

Bucky stares at you (he does that a-lot), unsure of his next move.

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

He moves before you can blink, his hands gently grabbing your face and pulling you to him. His kiss takes your breath away, gentle but firm. Your hands grip his elbows, encouraging him to keep going.

He takes the hint (thank fuck) and splits your lips with his tongue, his nose pressed hard against your cheek. He moves his hands down to your hips, gripping hard. Your hands grip the back of his head, fingers playing with his hair, tugging at it slightly when he completely deepens the kiss, your tongues tangling together. He lets out a quiet groan at the feeling, taking his left hand off your hip and tensing it by his side. You break the kiss when you feel the loss of his touch.

You take a second to catch your breath, Bucky leaning his head against yours.

“Why did you take your hand off me?” You ask.

“What?” He responds, the small dazed look on his face making you chuckle a little.

“Your hand, I liked it where it was.”

“Oh..that. It’s uh..it’s pretty strong, I can’t tell how hard I’m holding something, I can’t feel it so I tend to hold things a bit too hard… I broke like 5 cups in the past week-” he answers, stuttering his way through the sentence.

“Stop talking Buck, and you say I ramble,” You say, putting your finger to his lips. He stops talking, and you continue, “I trust you Buck, I’ll tell you if you’re holding me too hard. Plus I like it a little rough.” You finish with a wink at him, pulling his hand back to your waist.

He drops his head back, eyes closed and takes a deep breath in. He mumbles under his breath something that sounds like ‘god you’re perfect’, then he crashes his lips back into yours, both hands tightening on your hips.

He moves faster now, more intense with his kiss, his teeth scraping yours slightly and he presses you backwards, walking with you until you bump into the wall, his flesh hand stopping your head from hitting it.

Aww how sweet. The thought is thrown from your head when Bucky drops his head and presses kisses to your jaw, his hand curling in your hair to pull your head back, exposing your neck to him.

“Oh shit,” you whisper, as he licks a long stripe up your neck, nipping at the pulse points he finds. Your hands drop to his hips and pull him flush to you, groaning when you feel how much you’ve affected him. He kisses his way back to your lips, his metal hand moving to rest on the side of your neck, thumb resting in the front of your neck. Bucky gives you a long hard kiss then pulls back breathing hard.

“God girl, you are gonna be the death of me,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours as he talks.

“Fuck I hope not,” you respond, pulling his hips tighter against yours making him choke back a groan at the feeling.

His phone starts to ring.

Fuck off.

You pull him to you again, lips trailing across his jaw.

“Shit doll, wait a second baby-” he starts before you cut him off.

“Wait? Wait for what Buck, you don’t want me?” You tease, brushing your nose along his.

He crashes his lips against yours, his ringtone fading as his kiss overtakes your mind. Bucky pulls back after a few seconds, growling softly before stepping back to pull his phone out of his pocket.

“Are you seriously gonna answer that?” You ask, incredulous to his action.

“I have to darlin, could be an emergency,” he answers, taping the screen to answer. He puts the phone to his ear and says, “talk to me.”

You ignore his conversation, grabbing his metal hand to inspect it. The plates shift as you turn it over to look at the palm.

What an incredible feat of engineering, I wonder how it works. And how it feels-

Your dirty thoughts are cut short as he pulls his hand out of your grip, turning and taking a few steps away from you. His voice is quiet, probably to keep you from hearing whatever illegal shit they were discussing.

You jump when he shouts.

“THE FUCK? Rogers you get them to find more information on those shitheads, or I swear to fuck I will rip their fucking hearts out. I don’t care anymore, this shit needs to stop right the fuck now!” He stops his tirade and listens to ‘Rogers’ on the other side for a few second before he starts up again, “I know that asshole…one of the fuckers is married, find the wife… I have no idea if she’s involved man, I doubt it but she’d be good leverage… and get me some more information on their business so I’m not going into this shit show unprepared.”

That gets your full attention. Find the wife? Leverage? And do what? Threaten her? Hurt her? …kill her?

A shiver rips its way down your spine at that thought.

Would he do that? If she’s not a part of the issue, would he still hurt her? He already proved he’d hurt anyone that fucked him over, proved that when he stuck his gun in my mouth.

“Yeah…I know, get Stark on it, send Talia and Barton out too, see if they can get any news on the street… tell Barton to keep his cool, I don’t need anymore shit right now” Bucky says, switching the phone to his metal hand, using his flesh one to pull at his hair again.

His back is still turned to you, his coat stretches over his shoulder, the back rising with his hand in his hair.

He has a gun in his waistband.

Your eyes flit to the glock he drop on the floor earlier, and back to the one tucked in his waistband.

Is two guns really necessary?

Your answer comes with his next sentence.

“Fuck Steve I know that…you think I got this far without any personal protection? I’m good if anything happens man but I don’t think it will, they seemed pretty insistent on the fact they meant no harm..”

He continues to talk for a minute until he ends the call with a quick “get it done Steve, or we’re all fucked.” He places the phone back in his pocket, takes a few deep breaths and turns back to you with a tense look on his face. He takes another deep breath and steps towards you. Without meaning to you take a step back, hitting the wall behind you. Bucky stops as soon as he sees your movement.

“Sorry about that sweetheart, didn’t mean to upset ya.” He says, his voice quiet and calm, as if he was talking to a injured dog.

You let the silence linger for a second, deciding whether or not to ask the question that was begging to be said.

Fuck it.

“What are you going to do to her?”

He tilts his head at the question, unsure of what you’re talking about.

You take pity on his confusion.

“The wife? What are you going to do when you find her?”

Something settles in his eyes, his mouth twisting into a grim line.

“Nothing…unless I have to.” Bucky responds.

His answer does nothing to calm your pounding heart.

“You mean you won’t do anything unless you find out she’s involved?”

“Yes.”

“So you won’t do anything if she’s not a part of …whatever it is?” You ask.

“That’s right.” He nods with his answer.

“Except use her as leverage?”

He’s silent for a moment, and sighs as he rolls his left shoulder. He doesn’t break eye contact, and he’s completely resigned to whatever his answer is about to be.

“If I have to.” There is no lie in his voice, no guilt or remorse in his eyes.

Holy fuck. There’s the soldier again, the man with no mercy, does whatever he needs to come out on top.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

He wouldn’t hurt me. Would he?

He answers like he heard your thought.

“It’s business doll, we do what we have to do. Sometimes it’s rough and bad and awful and yes, people get hurt. Sometimes even innocent people get hurt. But I will never apologise for being the one that does the hurting, me and mine have had our fair share of getting hurt, and I’d rather hurt and use some people I don’t care about, than watch my people, my family, get hurt. I will not allow that to happen, not when I can to something about it.” He stands straight, like a soldier. The conviction in his voice actually makes you feel calmer.

Assuming I’m someone he cares about, I should be fine, right?

It slips off your tongue before you can catch it.

“Do you care about me?” You shift your weight as you talk, unsure if you actually want to hear the answer.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He states, his tone steady.

“Say it properly,” you demand, crossing your arms over your chest, a subconscious way of protecting yourself, “I need you to say it properly Bucky.”

He shifts his weight now, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Yes… I do care about you,” he answers, clearing his throat in the middle of his statement, “do you care about me?”

You were unprepared for him to flip it back on you.

“I need you to answer truthfully Y/n. Do you care about me, as I am? The ‘big bad mobster’” he says, taking a step closer to you, and taking another when you don’t move away from him.

“The man who broke into your flat to threaten your roommate who owes me? The one who was going to shoot your friends dead on the street? The one who stuck a gun in your face? I’m a killer Y/n, a fucking mobster, and I’m not changing any time soon. Do you care about me as I am?” He asks, reminding you of the shit he’s done since you met him, not even counting the things you haven’t heard about.

You take a second to consider his questions.

I think I do, how fucked am I that I do?

You finally clock what he said.

“You were going to shoot who dead on the street?!”

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hehehehe I feel like an evil mastermind.

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

pairing - carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

warnings - none :)

author’s note - i started this like three months ago and completely forgot about it oops. but since it’s his birthday, i finally got some motivation to finish it :)

and ty to my girls anj and cece for some help on a few of the letters <3

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

i don’t think he’d be super affectionate in public. but when you’re at home and have some privacy, carlos is very affectionate.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

you’d be best friends before you started dating. and carlos would be the best bff ever!!

very chill and would just wanna hang out with you all the time. lots of movie nights where inside jokes are created, and so much alcohol and gossiping for sure.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

loveeees them. he especially loves laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

for sure wants to settle down with you. at the right time though, he’s not going to rush it.

he loves to cook for you. he definitely prefers eating in rather than going out. he’ll surprise you with new recipes all the time. and he seems like he’s very organized and clean so he always keeps your place tidy.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, why would they do it?)

his family is really important to him so if they don’t like you, this could be something that causes him to break up with you.

and also with his job, distance would also be a big reason why he’d end things.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

big yes to commitment. like i said before, he’s not rushing anything and would wait til the right time. he’d want to focus on his career first.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s very gentle with you both emotionally and physically. emotionally, he’s just so soft with you all the time. and physically, there’s gonna be lots of gentle touches, soft kisses, and holding your hand for sure.

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

loves them. especially hugs from behind!! he’ll just come up to you, wrap his arms around you then rest his head on your shoulder. his hugs are literally the biggest bear hugs. and he hugs you all the time too!!

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

he would be the one who says it first. he’d wait until the right time and when he knows that’s how he really feels about you.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

whenever he gets jealous from seeing a guy at the club flirting with you, he wouldn’t speak up.

no, he’d rather show him that you’re not available. he’d just come up to you, wrap his arm around your waist before pulling you in for a heated kiss.

and every time, when you break away from the kiss, he just has a huge smirk on his face when he sees that the guy had left.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his lips were made for kissing. and his kisses are the best. he loves kissing you everywhere. and he really likes using his kisses to tease you too.

his favorite place to receive kisses from you is always his lips. he loves the way you lightly bite down on them and tug his lip back a little when you pull away.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great with kids and kids love him.

i could see him wanting a big family too, maybe 3 or 4 kids.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings during a no race weekend are his favorites. he gets to sleep in and wake up to his favorite person in the entire world.

he would always wake up before you though. most days he’ll just cuddle with you until you wake up. but some days he’ll get out of bed and go make some breakfast to surprise you with in bed.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

just as cuddly as your mornings are. seriously, this man loves cuddling with you. lots of cuddles and soft kisses on the couch while a movie plays as background noise.

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?)

he wouldn’t start opening up about any deep things until later on in the relationship. and he would start telling you these things slowly, not wanting to scare you off by dumping everything on you at once.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he’s sooo patient and it’d take a lot to really get him angry. it’d have to be something super serious to get him that angry.

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?)

maybe not every little detail but he remembers the important things like your anniversary, birthday, and some of your favorite things.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

if you asked him to choose just one favorite memory from your relationship, he wouldn’t be able to. he cherishes each and every second that you’ve shared together.

but if he really had to choose, it’d be the day you first met. you had met at the dog park when his dog ran over and nearly tackled you onto the ground.

carlos apologized for piñon’s behavior and helped you back up before he tried to get going again. but piñon was sat right by your feet and he wouldn’t leave.

so while his dog was being stubborn for whatever reason, carlos began talking to you. the two of you got so into your conversation that neither of you even realized that piñon had run off to go play again.

he ended up asking you out on a date after that conversation. and the two of you always talked about how piñon was what brought you together.

s = security (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

he’s protective of you but not in a crazy way or anything. he knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

if you’re at a party or a club, he’ll keep you by his side with his arm around your waist or your hand in his the entire night.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts sooo much effort into planning all your dates. carlos would like having more lowkey dates with you but he always makes sure that they’re the best date you’ve ever gone on.

and he loves spoiling you too. he always gets you little gifts that remind him of you. most of the time they’re not even crazy expensive gifts either. just random things he saw in a shop that instantly made him think of you.

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

a big bad habit of his would be that he hides his feelings from you sometimes. he could be angry with you but he wouldn’t talk to you about how he’s feeling.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s not very concerned with how he looks. he doesn’t mind the sloppy look and honestly, he pulls it off really well.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

of course!! he’s not clingy and needs to have you by his side at all times or anything like that but he definitely feels a bit incomplete when you’re not together.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

cooking for you is something that carlos loves to do. he would learn all your favorite recipes and even find new ones for the two of you to try.

and he especially loves cooking together. most of the time he ends up taking over everything though.

and almost every time, it’d end with a little food fight. if you’re cooking something with flour, he’d always swipe a little bit onto your cheek which leads to you throwing some on his hair. and before long, the two of you are chasing each other around the kitchen, covered in flour.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn’t like someone who’s not a family person. his family is really important to him so he’d want to be with someone who felt the same way.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he always needs to be holding you in his arms when he’s asleep. and when he needs to turn onto his other side? he’ll just pick you up and turn around with you.

he also seems like he would fall asleep in the weirdest positions. ones that don’t look comfortable at all and have you wondering how the hell he’s able to sleep like that.

#cs #carlos sainz headcanon #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz jr x reader #f1 headcannon #f1 x reader #diorleclerc writes

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rendy-a · 10 months

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Preview 3: Getting the Venue ready with the Second Years

Getting closer to 500 followers and my next event. Here is another teaser fic about getting NRC ready for the big dance. Enjoy!

“Why, Prefect, aren’t you lucky to be able to assist in so many preparations,” Jade asks you with a good-natured smile frozen on his face. You pout back, “Yeah, yeah. Lucky me.” Each student at NRC was being tasked with many additional chores to ready the campus for the upcoming goodwill dance that Crowely had arranged for Night Raven College, Royal Sword Academy and Fair Maiden Academy. Students were assigned one chore by grade level, one by dorm and one by club. You, being not sorted into a dorm or participating in a proper club, were invited to take part in all three grade levels’ tasks. Today, it was turning the cafeteria into a proper reception venue with the second years.

You were currently spreading tablecloths over the tables on the side of the room where an arrangement of snacks would be laid out for the party. “Ready, Prefect?” comes a cheerful shout from the other end of the table. You give Kalim a thumbs up and grab your end of the long tablecloth before you both shake it up and out to drape over the table. “There, one down and…like 20 more to go,” you lament with fake cheer. Kalim seems to take you at your word and excitedly tugs you on to the next table. You meet Jade’s eye when accepting the next tablecloth and think that he is getting far too much amusement from your annoyance.

Well, fine then. You’d have fun setting it up, just to spite him. “Let’s really shake this one up, Kalim!” you shout with false bravado. Kalim immediately meets your enthusiasm, and you shake the next cloth with vigor. Perhaps a bit too much vigor as the windstorm you create with the sheet blows a glass to the floor nearby. Azul whips his head around at the sound and hurriedly marches over. “Oops,” you call carefully, “Guess I don’t know my own strength.” He shoots you a disapproving look, “Thankfully, the glass appears undamaged but really, Prefect, you should try to be more careful.”

You give him an apologetic smile and move to collect the next tablecloth from Jade with less vigor. Azul and Jade oversaw the banquet hall set-up, as they had prior experience in running Mostro Lounge. Jade was keeping track of supplies, like tablecloths, and Azul was overseeing the overall set-up. You’d found them to be surprisingly lenient with tasks, so long as things got done. Maybe it came from the years in working with Floyd and his moods. You flick out one more tablecloth with Kalim and it doesn’t quite land even but you shug and say to Kalim, “Good enough.” Azul gives you a far too amused smile and moves away rapidly. You have only that short warning before the storm arrives.

“GOOD ENOUGH!” Riddle shouts, rapidly growing red in the face. “Queen’s Rules state that all tables must be set exactly even at a formal party. EXACTLY, Prefect!” You know from experience that the best way to avoid collaring is immediate obedience. “Yes, Riddle!” you and Kalim shout in unison before quickly straightening out the tablecloth. Upon seeing the straightened cloth, Riddle calms down marginally but you think he still looks rather stressed. “Well?” he asks expectantly. You look at him puzzled, “Well?” He frowns at you, “Well, Prefect, aren’t you going to start the next one? We still have fifteen tables to go!”

So you go onto the next, taking a cloth from an entertained Jade and setting it up under the intimidating supervision of Riddle. Not that setting up tablecloths was fun before, but it is decidedly less fun with taskmaster Riddle there. You frown in concentration making sure to guide the cloth down exactly even with Kalim’s end. ‘There, that is good,’ you think as it settles. It was, for a moment, before a gloved hand leans in and tugs it askew. “Floyd!” shouts Riddle who is quickly riling up again, “What is the meaning of this?”

He smiles lazily at Riddle and drapes a hand over your shoulder, forcing you to prop him up. “Are you angry, Goldfishie?” he asks with a growing smile. Riddle’s brows meet in a tight V as he sputters angrily. You wonder if he might actually pass out from rage until Jade smoothly steps in, “Perhaps it would be best if you take Floyd to the kitchen to assist there, Prefect?” That was understating it by a great deal, so you grab Floyd and retreat rapidly to the kitchens while silently wishing Jade and Kalim good luck with Riddle.

You whisper thanks to Floyd for rescuing you from under the thumb of Riddle. “I can’t leave my Shrimpy to battle ferocious goldfish alone. You’d never survive.” You thought that was both sweet and insulting at the same time. At least you were headed to somewhere calmer to finish out your duty shift. That was the plan, until you stepped into the kitchen and found Jamil one step from freaking out. “Silver! You are going to fall into that soup! Ruggie! Stop eating the tapas!” Jamil not only shouts his displeasure but uses the knife in his hand to gesture wildly while complaining; it’s rather alarming to view. You quickly separate from Floyd to move Silver away from the simmering pot he was “watching” and drape him over an empty counter instead.

You’ve solved one disaster but find a new danger brewing. Floyd seems to have acquired a knife from somewhere and is now approaching Jamil and offering to duel him for the title of King of the Kitchen. You spend a single moment wondering if you can just sit this one out; surely a bunch of teenagers can find a way to solve their issues without violence. Then you realize that is ridiculous, of course if will come down to violence without you. “Floyd! Floyd!” you call until the eel turns deceptively lidded eyes to you. “Come on, that’s boring. Let’s use that knife to chop some stuff up. I bet you are totally awesome with it.” You give him pleading puppy dog eyes and he eventually sighs. “Lame. You better be super impressed with my skills, Shrimpy!” he pouts.

You were impressed; Floyd wasn’t the head chef of Mostro Lounge for nothing. Especially when it came to seafood, he had an impressive skill in prepping ingredients. You watched him slice and prep an entire crate of shrimp while you clapped at appropriate moments to keep him interested. When the shrimp were finished, a much calmer Jamil directed you to convince Floyd to move onto chopping vegetables. So, you did and that worked for five whole minutes until he stopped mid cut and declared he was no longer feeling it. A frustrated Jamil trails after Floyd, berating him as he departs but Floyd is unmoved.

The sound of the arguing seems to reach Silver who shakes himself into wakefulness. “Sorry, I guess I fell asleep. I’ll try harder next time,” he states earnestly. You look at the pile of unchopped veggies and ask, “How are you with a knife?” A sleepy yet confident smile is the only response. When you see him in action, you wonder why you had even asked. It was sometimes hard to remember that your unassuming classmate was a genuine knight in training. With weapon in hand, there is no more doubt. Silver makes clean and confident strokes with the blade, quickly making progress on the mound of veggies. You asked Jamil what you should do, and he only sighed and suggested you talk to Silver to keep him awake. You figured it was the easiest task you’d have all day and agreed readily.

When the veggies were chopped, Jamil dismissed Silver to check with Azul if they needed his strength for any of the set-up in the cafeteria. You were shifted to help Ruggie add ingredients to many dishes while Jamil supervised. Ruggie had experience with many sorts of odd jobs, and it showed. You felt like you barely kept up with Jamil’s directions while he and Ruggie accomplished tasks using mysterious kitchen code. “Ruggie, watch the cheese; its dying in the pass.” Ruggie quickly runs to grab the tray and shouts back, “Grab the low boy for me, would’ja? I’m bringing it in hot.” Jamil reaches over to hold the door of the refrigerator open for the tray. Experienced kitchen workers had a magic all their own, you decided.

Finally, all the preparations were complete. You rejoined the second year crew in the cafeteria to have some tea to celebrate. With work finished, everyone was far more mellow. Riddle was smiling cheerfully at something Kalim had said. Azul was trying to rope Jamil into a temporary job at the Mostro Lounge while they had so many extra guests. “How about you, Ruggie,” you enquired of the hyena beastman sitting beside you, “Are you planning to put in extra time at the lounge or enjoy the dance?” He rolls his eyes at you, “The lounge of course. I’ve got to make my madol when the opportunity presents itself. Azul is so hard up for help that I’m getting double pay from him all week. Shishishi!”

“Plus,” Ruggie continues, “The only dates I’m interested in are the ones in this tea cake. All that romance stuff is nothing but trouble.” Silver, for once, is alert and listening, “Is that so. I’ll keep it in mind.” You quickly jump in, “No that isn’t so, Silver. Dates can be fun, there is just a lot you must do to set them up.” You think about the planning, picking out an outfit, arranging a meal and everything else. “But when it comes together, it is great. Just like what we did here.” Silver nods, “I see. I’m learning so much. Have you finished your preparations, Prefect?”

You hesitate to answer for the reality was that you hadn’t done any preparation at all. You could have found some formal wear or chosen a place to hang out before or after the dance, but you’d been so hung up on finding a date that you’d neglected all that. “Well, no but I’m going to start now!” A pair of twin shadows falls across the table and a voice replies, “Is that so, Prefect? Well in that case, allow me to offer you a premium reservation at Mostro Lounge for the pre-dance.” Jade smiles at you from one side, always working some angle. On the other side, Floyd leans in and says, “Ooh, I want to go shopping with Shrimpy. What do you say? I’ll pick out something cool for you. Aha ha!”

You weren’t sure what the future would hold. Perhaps you would let Floyd drag you out shopping or take Jade up on his offer, but you rather doubted it. You think it would mean so much more if you did that work yourself. It was your first dance at NRC and you wanted it to be as special as possible. After all, you’d seen what you can accomplish when you properly prepare. The plain old cafeteria looked like the setting of a fairy tale. Maybe soon, it would be yours.

#500 follower event #twst second years

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Interaction Satisfaction Commentary

Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've run a contest, but this one has been lingering in my mind for a while.

There were two things I was really trying to pay attention to this contest: if the card fits in the deck, and if the card will always do something. I'll address the latter first: I wanted to make sure that the cards would always do something. The thing about interaction is you need it most when something is going wrong. Yes, sometimes you need a counterspell when you're winning to make sure you keep winning, but most of the time you need it because if you don't, you're sure to lose. Because of that, I really valued cards that always had some sort of effect, but also had some synergy tied in.

As for the deck concerns, that's a little more straightforward. Look at the deck you're putting the card in, then see if it wants these types of cards. There were only one or two entries that felt that far off, and removal is always going to do something, but it was important to me to think of the archetype as a whole, rather than just picking a random mechanic to tie the effect to.

But enough chatter. Here's the commentary:

@bergdg - Defend the Ramparts

A very narrow effect, but there are a few archer decks out there (I should know, I play Greatbow Doyen in my crossbow deck), and this is obviously built for them. There’s also quite a few cards that are incidentally archers or rangers that have deathtouch or a lot of power, so this is a removal spell in decks like that. This does feel very strange as an enchantment, though. I think I’d prefer this as an instant that puts counters on things, both because it already acts like that, and because I don’t like the idea of blinking this for repeatable removal. Speaking of which, I think you could probably cut the cost just a bit to three mana. It’s a narrow effect, and this is commander we’re talking about, so 3 mana removal with a little upside and a little restriction feels just right. I do really love how well it fits into what archer decks want to so; i.e. dealing direct damage to creatures.

@buzzardonic - Reboot

This is a very strange card. The most obvious use for this is to protect your artifact creatures from creature based removal. A lot of targeted removal these days aren’t specific to creatures, so it won’t protect from an anguished unmaking or the like, but it helps with a lot of the wraths in the format. It also keeps them in play, which means your artifact creatures with static abilities you want, like a lodestone golem, will still be in effect, which is an advantage over phasing out. There’s also in theory some combos you can pull of that require your artifact creature not being a creature, or even just to grant haste. The biggest detriment is just how incredibly narrow it is. Even in an artifact deck, in order for this to be worth the card slot, you have to have the mana up in just the right spot. I wish this did just a bit more, like untapping the creature or putting a counter on it. The other thing I worry about is weird situations like using this on Rusted Relic, vehicles, or with march of the machines. I think commander is complex enough that people might expect it, I just don’t know if it’s warranted on a card that could be achieved in other ways. Oh, and the flavor is great. When I read the text, I was wondering how you could flavor it, and it felt so perfect.

@coolcoolcooltighttightight - All-Out Assault

This is a really cool card, but it has a lot going on that I need to pick apart. First, it deals X+2, which is a big deal, as it means it’s never quite dead, but you definitely want to be leaning a certain way to have it do what you want to. Second, it says battle, which is really cool and fits the flavor, but awkwardly is a detriment because of that last line. If you want to defeat one of your own battles and you accidentally fulfill that last line, you’ll end up dealing damage to yourself. Oops! Lastly, and you might have seen this coming, but that middle part is very confusing to read. There’s a double negative in “control no untapped” which is awkward, and also the fact that you need to make sure they control a creature feels a little tacked on. In general, this card is very well designed as a removal spell with potential upside that fits very well into a certain archetype, but I think you needed to scale back a bit. Maybe just always deal damage to the controller? Or just always deal X damage to both? There are a few ways you could have gone to simplify the card a bit, and I think it would have been worth it to be able to cut some of the more awkward templating here.

@corporalotherbear - Temporal Inertia

While I see what you’re going for here, I think it’s just a little too weird. My biggest concern is just how complicated board states can get in commander. If you ask someone which creatures they’ve controlled since their last turn, I think most people would be able to remember, but not everyone, especially on turn six. I also think the phrasing could maybe be a bit better, though I don’t know how. It takes a second to understand what the card is asking for. There’s also some weirdness with the play pattern. While this is obviously best in a blink deck, due to how mana curves work, this is most likely to leave behind only the most threatening creatures, which makes this an odd wrath closer in line to something like the ones that leave a creature behind like single combat, which are widely considered to be pretty unplayable. I will say, though, that as weird as this card is, it isn’t bad or poorly designed. It just feels a little off in how it’s phrased and how it functions.

@fractured-infinity - Caleria's Unerring Accuracy

A four mana removal spell needs to have a pretty big upside especially a fight spell that can be so easily blanked, but this one has a lot of power. A fight deck could use this card to deal a ton of damage to players. A single Apex Altisaur could very likely kill the whole table. I think you could probably reduce this down to say “excess damage” similar to ram through to drop it down a little bit from win-con to value, but I understand that you’re playing a four mana enchantment, so it needs to be strong. The biggest strike against this card is I don’t think it can be mono-green. Dealing so much damage to an opponent’s face, even if it requires having creatures, feels like a color pie break. We’ve even seen cards that do something similar in red, like Toralf and Repercussion, and while I understand that the first half and the decks that want it are green, I think the card itself needs to be at least partially red.

@jestingmaniac - Behold the Beholder

Art desc: a beholder (dnd monster) fills the top 2/3 of the frame glaring down at a petrified group of four adventurers. Behind the beholder other petrified statues are dimly visible in the darkness.

While the concept here is pretty solid, there’s a few things that need to be addressed. First, the templating. You’d probably want to target creatures. There’s also some specific phrasing you might want to use: “For each player, turn target creature that player controls face-down.” But you might also want to specify non-token, or only face-up creatures, or say “up to” so that you can choose to skip a player (like yourself), though that last one might go against the theme of the contest. After all, you want to play this in a morph deck, right? Second, the reminder text. That’s not the default of what a face-down creature is (they are assumed to be 2/2 creatures with no name or ability), so you need to treat it like normal rules, not reminder. Look at a card like Tezzeret, Cruel Machinist, which turns cards face-down but then describes what they turn into. Lastly, I want to talk about the effect itself. Turning creatures into 1/1s that tap for colorless is odd, but not terribly out of place. I like how, in commander especially, it feels sort of like “fair” removal. It gives everyone something relevant. So yeah, even though there’s some weirdness with the card’s text, the actual effect I rather like.

@just--a--penguin - Triumphant Charge

I think this card is fine, but takes the risk of going all-in. The point of playing interaction in a deck is often to deal with something that your deck can’t handle. If your lifegain deck is being shut down by something, you need to be able to get rid of it. If your opponent has an Elesh Norn (either one) and you can’t play your soul wardens, you need to kill it. But this card can’t really do that. If your deck isn’t quite working, then it will continue to not work. If your deck is working, then this will help you out a little bit. However, even then, this card feels a little weak. Putting a few counters on a few creatures, or even all of your creatures, seems nice, but usually won’t make much of a difference, especially since most of your creatures are either 1/1 soul wardens or 20/20 ajani’s pridemates. Killing a big creature is always going to be nice, but I think with this much of a condition, you might have been okay just killing anything. White can do that every so often, especially in commander. Like I said, while the card effects are fine, I think as a whole it’s just going too all in for not that much of a reward.

@snugz - Dark Vengeance

This one feels a little out of place this week. I don’t quite know what deck archetype this is aimed towards. It just feels like a generically good card, maybe leaning a bit towards orzhov life drain decks, but not in a particular way. I guess it’s better in life gain decks? Well, anyway, the card seems fine. Like a lot of rattlesnake cards, I could see it causing frustration, what with turning a winning attack into a losing attack, but that’s just how it goes. There’s also some awkward timing with the spell, since it implies you lose the life right now, but I think you’d lose it when the damage is prevented. I thought it was actually incorrect templating, but there are plenty that say “You gain life equal to the damage prevented this way” so this wouldn’t be much different. While I think the card is alright, it feels a little off the mark for this week’s contest.

@sparkyyoungupstart - Forced Succession

Strictly better murder is acceptable in my book. No one plays murder anyway. I love the flavor here. While the effect feels narrow at first, the way monarch works is actually very well suited to interaction. It’s about the only mechanic where if you play with it, everyone is playing with it. The simplicity of this card and the way it understands the deck it would be in impress me. However, it being an instant kind of rubs me the wrong way. Someone attacking the monarch and gaining the monarchy, only to lose it and one of their creatures after combat but before they draw seems rather punishing. It’s effective and plays to the mechanics, but it plays against the type of experience I think a monarch player wants. If you’re playing a monarch deck, you probably expect it to move around a bunch. If you didn’t, then you’re probably not playing the deck right. Similarly, this allows a player to receive the monarchy without risk of either attacking or tapping out main phase for an effect that grants it. It feels like it’s playing against the themes of the deck even if it’s playing into the mechanics of the mechanic. I still think it’s great flavor and great simplicity.

@stupidstupidratcreatures - Nibble

There are two main decks I can think of for this: rat decks and one-damage decks (AKA Ob Nixilis Captive Kingpin decks). It’s a little awkward because rat decks, even though they play a lot of things that make 1/1 rats, also play a lot rats that get really big from other rats. Ping decks, on the other hand, probably don’t really need a way to grant -1/-1 all that often, since they’re playing red pingers that do something similar. Even so, maybe this is still enough. At worst it’s a more expensive rat out that makes a rat that can block, which isn’t awful. Fourth Bridge Prowler with flash isn’t half bad. And I have to admit, I just love ping-matters, so maybe this is just personal opinion, but I love this card. Four 1/1s and four -1/-1s for two mana is pretty high above curve, but even one extra copy is nice, and no extras can still kill an annoying creature some of the time. My one change I would make is say player, just so you could get an extra one from your phyrexian arena. One last thing I wanted to mention: I’m really glad that this checks when it’s cast rather than resolution, so players can’t ping themself with something in response so you get fewer copies. While it’s a little misplaced in the decks that want it, I still think it’s a sweet card.

@wildcardgamez - Fade into History

Wow, that’s some very powerful history. Removal in a saga deck is kind of odd, since a whole lot of sagas already are removal, but there aren’t really many that directly deal with artifacts or enchantments (since putting them in later chapters might be weird timed, and putting them in early chapters makes players not want to play them even if they should so they can get later chapters). I like the exile here for flavor and power reasons, since it’s a little narrow for what most people play nowadays. The weirdest thing here, though, is the sheer amount of lore. Anything more than two lore counters seems excessive. I don’t like the idea of skipping forward on a saga so explicitly. Something like proliferate is a little slower and has more nuance, but this feels like skipping to the end. It means you don’t get the fun, slow planning involved with a lot of sagas, and instead do everything at once. It feels like it’s removing a lot of what makes sagas unique. But that is probably a matter of taste. If you’re trying to power out sagas and do them all, then this card will do that. Plenty of people would play this card, and I wouldn’t say they’re wrong to do so, I just thing it makes playing sagas a little less quirky.

And there you have it, all my commentary for the week. Thanks again everyone who entered, it was fun giving this another spin. Next week is going to be great, if you're game for it.

-Mod Mr. ShinyObject

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #inventor's fair #commentary #interaction satisfaction

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moipale · 2 years

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the maddie-jack-vlad college trio make me literally insane. NO they aren't that deep in the show but so be it! we are all in the building-upon-canon's-barebones-foundation trenches, alright, and the college trio/family breakfast dynamic is my hill to die on

cos like. what an insane premise to start with, first of all. 3 people, potentially the ONLY three people ever, pioneering a niche almost-pseudoscience together in college. young twentysomethings with probably zero funding to their name and a batshit dream to follow. and as it turns out their science is legitimate, ghosts are real, and their first (that we know) proof of it all is literally enough to murder 1/3 of them.

vlad masters gets an ectoplasm facial & next thing he knows is he's hospitalized, he's half-dead, and his best friends, the only canonical connections he has have completely abandoned him. the accident happened and they dropped trow and ran. & vlad spends twenty excruciating years stewing in that abandonment. (idr if twenty is canonical but it makes sense given how old danny and jazz are)

and thats all just backstory! the college trio's relationship is already smoldering ashes by the time we get to it; we only actually see the long aftermath, where vlad is obsessed with the fentons and they act like they never abandoned him. it's such a compelling premise, with so much room to explore all three of their characters and motivations, and canon SPITS ON IT by dumbing down the consequences to "vlad is a big bad villain with a homewrecker complex." the college trio is deeply compelling to me in the sense of what it could and should be & there are a few particular points that i will truly die on a hill about:

a) vlad's anger/betrayal should be directed at both the fentons, not just jack. regardless of what or who actually caused the accident, they were both there, and both contributed to the proto-portal. more damningly, though, they both left him alone for the years afterward. they even went and got married, cementing their bond and leaving him all the more alone by comparison.

b) maddie and jack should have reason/motivation for abandoning vlad, and they should each be different. no friendship can be walked away from like that without strings attached. for that matter--when vlad hosts the reunion, the fentons attend without a second thought, even after leaving him so long ago. why? have they been thinking about him as much as he has thought about them, these past twenty years? (yes!!!!!!!!! there was no closure to what happened! of course he has haunted them! look what they did!)

c) the fentons should FIND OUT WHAT THEY DID. in any iteration of their story--whether vlad is danny's villain, or he's just a man, or he reconciles with the fentons--i think that jack and maddie should learn the consequences of the portal accident. i dont say this out of malice. vlad is, in most iterations, a bad person, in more ways than can be attributed to his half-death. and the portal accident was an accident. these are true things. it is just so deeply, deeply narratively compelling to have them find out. they made a mistake, they left it behind, it has dogged their thoughts for twenty years, and--oops! it was always as bad as you feared it was, in fact worse! you killed someone! you killed your best friend! the potential for themes of guilt and betrayal and preventable tragedy make me off the wall fucking bonkers.

im enamored with the college trio's story because it is so messy and so tragic and it has so much potential, whether flavored as enmity or friendship or any variation of romance (especially family breakfast). augh. ive written three fics about them already with a fourth on the way via invisobang and i am nowhere near done exorcising the thoughts they've stirred

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #vlad masters #family breakfast #mine #sharing my college trio propaganda with you all #college trio #dp

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dreamlikedesires · 3 months

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Nine people you'd like to know better

(Oh gods, do I even know 9 people?)

I'll do my best on this, thanks for the tag @illiana-mystery

Three ships:

Mash Burnedead/Lance Crown (Just started watching the anime, Mashle: Magic and Muscles, and I think once Lance learns Mash doesn't have any magic, they should bang.)

Maki Oze/Takehisa Hinawa (There was an episode in season 2 of Fire Force I just thought could be more intense if they were in a relationship, so in my mind, they are.)

...off the top of my head I don't know if I have a 3rd. Edit, 30 mins later: Actually, my 3rd is Martha and Yorn from the game Potion Permit! Yorn looks exactly like my partner and I of course have gotten us a couple cosplay sorted. But what really got me was as the story progressed, Yorn calls in the chemist (you) to see what's wrong with Martha and she's getting dizzy spells and such and I'm like, my girl, you're carrying Yorn's baby. Honestly, that whole game was wild for me because I could not pick a character to romance, one because Yorn was unromanceable and two, everyone's story as I got to know them I was like, "oh, you're a couple. Oh you're together. Oop, you're together too."

First Ship: Okay, you know what I'm torn so I'm going to include them both.

I think technically Zutara was my first. (Zuko and Katara from the Avatar: Last Airbender series.) When he says, "I'll save you from the pirates." 11 yr old me was shook, okay. I saw the season final episodes when I had not seen any of book 3 and only half of book 2 and lemme tell ya, I was pissed when Mai was with Zuko at the end.

The next big ship I had was Sesshomaru and Rin from Inuyasha. As soon as she came in and was sticking around, 14 yr old me was like, "Yes, she's gonna grow up and she'd have softened his heart by then and they're going to get together." So when Yasha-Hime came out and the main characters were their children. I called that!

The Last Song: Can I swap last song with what's been on repeat in my mind most forcefully recently? Another Love by Tom Odell.

Currently Reading: Part Two of the graphic novel of American Gods by Neil Gaiman.

Last Film: Poor Things.

Currently Craving: The shu cream puffs that Mash keeps eating.

Huh, very heavy on the anime theme it seems.

Tagging: @lyonneriley, @biscuitdragonwithastick, @fae-fvcker, @weremonsterteeth, @quiddie, @werecreature-addicted, @furrbbyx, @monsterfuckerconfessions, @voice-of-illogical-sense

#dreamlikedesires #dream like desires #dreamlike desires #tag game #love it when something is both fun and stressful at the same time #this is one of those moments someone asks tell me about yourself and you forget everything

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egyx0s-brainrot · 2 years

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I'm so happy that you like my designs! I was doubting if even posting them because I know that the Egyxos fandom is kind of dead :] But since you ask about this AU *cracks knuckles* I'll give you some made-up lore that I may forget ;>

"The three golden warriors" is that a good name? Ok

Everything starts at the start of the show. Here Dale and Bernie sneaked with Leo to the Egyptian exhibition and also encountered professor Kirby (Ramses) and just like in the original, they flee for fear of almost being caught. They also help Leo babysit his little brothers so they also see Anubis and Ramses fight... Oops

And just like in the original, Leo accidentally opens a portal, and Dale and Bernie end up following him. They encounter Exaton, they know his a layer and not a person to thrust so they try to escape. Here is where they show their different talents and abilities like Bernie knowing how dungeons work thanks to gamer experience and some hacking skills, while Leo and Dale are the muscle because both do sports together (but Dale is a dancer while Leo is still a basketball player).

Except that Leo was not capable of taking the bracelet from Exaton... Oof

All the same until the point where they have to escape, where Horus has to carry three children that are just too shabby and confused...

The real change happens when "IF I CAN'T HAVE IT, THEN NO ONE WILL!!" that's what Exanton said before breaking the bracelet of Ra in three small pieces...

But miraculously when everything seemed lost after Horus was shoot trying to save Leo. Leo took one of the broken pieces of his bracelet shooting to the sky "How there you destroy my grandfather's gift!!" and then Dale and Bernie went to help Leo before blue light appeared covering everything and giving Leo, Dale, and Bernie their own golden armors with an accessory that activate them.

They have no time to wonder about the way or how, as Anubis and Thot they were preparing to attack, so they try to give a fight, it was not enough (their still children after all) but Kefer, Ramses, and Horus were ready to help them.

Now, with the Bracelet separate into three different jewelry pieces (a bracelet, a ring, and an earring) the golden army has to train these kids while also becoming their new big brothers (even if they don't know that).

Some are not happy like Seth and Math, while others see the good side of the situation, because, they now have three new warriors, isn't that better??? But they also to convince the kids, so... Unm, just see the good side ok!

Ok so, Leo is going to have water bending abilities like in Avatar, Dale is also going to have fire bending powers, and Bernie has air bending abilities.

But they have some twists! Leo can also breathe underwater and his armor legs can shapeshift into a fishtail. Dale primarily uses dancing moves to use his firepower and looks so cool doing it, and he can also increase his body temperature doing a heat shield that will burn anyone who dares touch him. Bernie can fly (even when he doesn't like to do it) and provably he has more limits with his powers, but that doesn't stop his hacker skills from manipulating the bracelets of others >:]

If you wanna know more, like their relationships with the golden army, tell me, please!

Ok, ok, this is so cool

When I read about their powers, this was what came to my mind:

Bernie: now im gonna do what it's called a pro gamer move

Bernie: *creates a sandstorm and accidentally gets sucked into it*

But talking seriously, making all three of them have different powers and skills that complement each other it's so goooood. It's a great way of incorporating their personalities and hobbies with the plot. I'm very curious to see how their dynamic as a team/fighting squad would be!

Also, yes, please tell me more abt their relationship with the others<3

Oh, and what about Colin? Got any thoughts on him?

#oh they could be 'the golden trio'#or 'triple threat' >:)#asks and answers

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untraceable-ace · 1 year

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Almost 2 hours late to the live react shitpost party bc I was dying my hair while watching it when it started but anyways

Under the cut bc it both contains spoilers for the m9 reunion p2 and also because it’s really fucking long lmao

They’re kicking these guys asses holy shit

wtf is going on with Kingsley btw like pardon?????

See my question is if Ukotoa is in the process of being released while they’re fighting or if he’s still locked away rn bc like

If he’s not in the process of being released waIT

NVM HE’S OUT

IN THE TEMPLE???

Oh god creepy snakes moving in tandem i love snakes but not like this

Run boy run byeeee

NOONONONO

YEAH NO SHIT THATS NOT RIGHT???

fshshshsh the giant just knocked over in the center of the set is so funny to me

fr hes just

there

Oh wait worm???

Not Ukoatoa??

Caleb my god you are a noodly wizard why would you try to intimidate a betrayer god

LMAO A 17???

“That’s me” jester my beloved

Cmon cmon NO

eight whyyy

Uh ohhhh

HAHAHAHA WARLOCK PACT

Which one which one

Is he just flexing w that ring of telepathy or did that have a purpose

Oh Jester <3

KINGSLEY???

“You just got this body” LMAO

First an accidental pact with an ancient evil sea deity then a pledge to essentially mother nature and now a betrayer god woooooh

Creepy

Wait this guy hates Melora does that mean Fjord can’t connect with her anymore?

LMAO the face

Oh not another cursed sword

i think its a cursed sword

maybe

Them putting up his stat card has me concerned uh oh

LMAO “thanks I hate it”

Ooooh a rapier fancy

its official I love Kingsley

AUGH GOOD BANTER

THE SNAKES

“Martial our forces” HMMM??

Darktow who is in darktow hold up

OHHH RIGHT plank king

Cant go back there

Fantasy DMs jfeoghehgaio;ewhaoge

syphilis gang

DAMN that was one efficient sending

You can just hear the agony in his voice ijodfsihjogiho

If anyone’s a glorified librarian its caleb idk what you mean beau

Charcuterie board

Mamas house has more tiddies followed by “That’s a good point” is fueling me

Winds in the east

mist comin in

something is brewin

about to begin

“I know all languages” jfc how many do you know now????

Im still wondering about that monkey yall what was that about

my original thought was that it was Artagan but it was so antagonistic idk

“We were probably a huge pain in your ass like a year ago” yeah sounds about accurate to what I know

I like her too jester she’s fun

risk esseks life cmon cmon cmon I NEED TO HEAR HIS VOICE AAUUUAUUGH

HES LEAVING PLS BE CONTACTING

damn wrong elf

fshshshsh hermit elf

WOW thats a lot of potions

break to wash out hair dye hold up

before i leave

haha charcuterie board

ok now brb

Okay hair’s done back to reacting

“Okay so you don’t blow yourself up” mood

Wtf is that rod??? Bc we all know he probably wouldve made it amber if he could

Fuckin dope move though omg

EIGHTY ONE????

GOD DAMN

OOOH OH I KNOW WHERE THIS GOES

GET HIS EYESSSSSSS

dainty sip of sherry in the midle of abttle from a flask i love it

holy noises followed by the camera panning to a glowing silouette of a dick on the floor

THREE DRAGONS?????

i mean ik two are illusions but DAMN

Dude I’m not sure Kingsley’s had one bad move this entire two-shot like wtf

soooo AC is 21? I think?

wait do different parts have different ACs?

HAHAHA YES EYEBALL WEAKNESS

Stab the eye, stab the eye, stab the eye, stab the e-

Gently give a slice to an eyeball muah

so eyeball AC is 27> (or equal to 27)

There has been an assault, far as i can tell sam is being a shit again

New tatoo?? Chainbreaker

Fancy

Ohoho oh nvm rip yasha’s dope ass thunderclap

won wound

Ooooh the big bad demigod can be frightened damn

DUNAMANCYYYYY

aw damn rip spell

new form who dis

Half of this live react is just me repeating one liners i found particularly funny oops

Oh nvm?? Dunamancy spell lives????

Nvm

Well ok its alive just half damage

Boy Veth I would love to see you try

“I can dodge gravity” can you????

HOLY FUCKING SHIT CHARACTER GROWTH INDEED

THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL

Rip Beau taken out of the game bc piss

OKAY RIP BEAU FR???

FUCKING LEGENDARY HDYWTDT

GET FLUFFERNUTTERED BITCH

RIP FJORD SENT OFF INTO SPACE MY GOD

OHOHOHOHOH

CMON CMON CMON SEAL HIM AWAY DO IT DO IT

OooUuUhfhdbdjfe I love the lighting change for going under water

Cmon pls pls pls work seal that bitch away

WHAT

OHOHO

FUCK YEAH MATE

Uh oh my boys gonna get the bends good call w the far step tbh

Actually bad call that’s too fast a pressure difference

Ayo Travis w the accurate bends rep

Ugh I love Caleb’s level 17 art sm

Well damn Melora!!!! Queen shit tbh

I hope “keep that just for me” means he swallowed it again

LMFAO MATTS FACE

Dicks and Other Things

The Molly Look™️

Promptly steal I love him

DAMN Kingsley’s on some king shit

Literally

ORPHAN TAKER IM SOBBING

WAUUAUAUGHFHFB CMON CMON

HIS BOICE I GOT TO HEAR HIS VOICE SJRJQIFUJEHE

THEY GOT THEIR SHIT TOGETHER SO QUICK????? SIX MONTHS??????????

CRYING SOBBING LOSING MY MIND

That was so fucking good oh my god

stimmed so hard at the end that my limbs started to actually cramp lmao

#my posts #critical role #critical role spoilers #I’m so glad i got to watch this live im so happy #ill be going back to rewatch that epilogue as soon as it’s up on youtube what an ending

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lale-txt · 2 years

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Yes hi hello!! 👋

First of all I gotta say that I absolutely love the aesthetics of your blog?? I'm always on mobile and when I go through your tags I always notice that your color scheme and also the organization of your posts is so nice?? Honestly, your blog slaps🙌💕

As for requests... I was wondering if you could write a little something about cuddling with Yamato and/or Law? (and any other characters you want to bc I know u like them dilfs👀) Headcanons, scenario or imagine - I'm happy to read anything you write, so feel free to pick any way you want to do this :) I'm honestly just touch starved and craving something domestic and warm and maybe a bit cute😔

Anyways, have a very nice day and luv u <3

omg hi, thank you so much!! i feel very flattered, hehe. and i loved your request, i feel like i don't get to write a lot for both of them (since this is the OP dilf headquarters oops). also your username is cute 🦆 i've took the chance and added Roger to the list because why the fuck not. let's cuddle the big beefy himbo man, too. pspspspsps Roger simps pspspspsps

☁️ fluff cuddling headcanons with Law, Yamato & Roger

Law

ever tried cuddling a house cat that would hiss every time you got closer than a three meter radius?

that's Law

granted, he had his cuddly moments when he would crawl into bed late at night to you, seeking the warmth of your body under the sheets

with his face nuzzled in your neck he would hold you tight, immediately relaxing with the sound of your steady beating heart

giving up his big spoon privilege? over his cold dead body

though on days that end with Y it's fine i guess...

with you rotating like a starfish in your sleep it's impossible anyway to hold you for 8 hours straight (or 2-3 unrested hours in Law's case, have you seen those dark circles under his eyes. they're Prada)

he would play with your hair whenever you both cuddled, gently tucking it behind your ear or absentmindedly twirling it between his fingers while you both were reading on the sofa

once you gain his trust, he will be a very cuddly boy as long as you give him space... don't worry, he will come to you soon, he's a house cat after all

Yamato

Yamato, oh Yamato, my angel, my darling, my sunshine

growing up like he did, he sure is touch starved and will demand cuddles whenever you were around

he'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind when you're cooking or braid your hair while you lie in his lap, any form of physical touch is welcome with him

Yamato is strong af and his hugs can fix your bad back, really. he will crack your spine like a glow stick

doesn't care if he's the big or the little spoon, he'll flip you around like a pancake anyway in an attempt to find the comfiest cuddling position

Yamato will melt the second your wrap your arms around him, kissing his temples and forehead, telling him how much you missed him (even if you only went to the bathroom and back)

when you're chilling in bed together, i can see him using your butt as neck pillow while you lie on your stomach, playing on your Switch, just welcoming any form of closeness to you

he would spell letters on your back with his fingers for you to guess ("is it 'ODEN WAS HERE' because if so, hold up...")

maybe don't mention that his dad is kinda hot if you want to keep cuddling Yamato

Roger

forget hot water bottles and heating blankets– Roger is here

this man radiates warmth like no other and he is happy to share

his big grin whenever you crawled into his arms was worth more than all the gold treasure on the Oro Jackson

Roger isn't afraid of PDA and would casually wrap his arms around your hips no matter where you stood. he just loved to have you close (if you didn't mind him having Rayleigh in his other arm, they are inseperable)

whenever you had cold hands, he would take them in his and rub them together until they're warm again (he won't let go then though)

Roger loves cuddling you while he was lying on his back, you on top of him, your face resting against his bare chest, dozing off to the sound of his heartbeat

he would kiss your head and rub your back, letting you know that you're safe with him and that he was planning on never letting you go

whenever he held you in his big, beefy arms, the world seemed to stand still. it was a feeling of finally being home again after a long, long time

but beware, this man sleeps like a stone and you might take critical damage when you attempt to wiggle yourself out of his arms... maybe just stay there, it's heaven on earth anyway

#trafalgar law #yamato #gol d. roger #trafalgar d. water law #op yamato #trafalgar law x reader #yamato x reader #roger x reader #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece reader insert #one piece fluff #one piece scenario #one piece imagine

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 2 years

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some??? jegulus maybe??? 👀👀

regulus had a bad day??? 🖤 starts questioning himself??? james won't let him?????🙈

you're such an amazing writer 👑👑

i love you tons ‼‼

Alright, yes yes and yes. Here is a collection of times Regulus was doubting themself and James made it known that they have no reason to. Just cute couple’s things. Also, I’ve decided I really like nonbinary Regulus, I’m in love with the idea actually (and it’s @fuckboyregulus 's fault but I ain’t mad about it).

Confession: Did I saw I was gonna post this like two weeks ago and then promptly never finish it? Maybe. I'm sorry. The Big Sad hit hard but we're on the upswing now.

Also another confession: this has been sitting in my asks forever, since before I really started writing Jegulus, and I finally decided to do some more since it's been forever and it was gonna be short and sweet and spiraling into like 2k words... oops. But who here is gonna complain? Yeah, I thought not lol <3 I had several ideas for how to write this so I wrote them all, tell me what one was your favorite? :)

Reassurances

1. ~after exam nerves~

Regulus has just gotten out of potions, head down and shoulders slumped, when they caught sight of James on a bench across the still crowded hall.

“Hey. How’d the exam go?”

“Kicked my butt. I’m sure I got half of it wrong. I’m just rubbish at potions.” Regulus sighed.

“Hey, no one’s allowed to do anything to your butt but me. And I’m sure you did fine, you studied non-stop for the last three days.” James smirked. “Or rather, you did stop a few times.”

“Yeah, when you were incessantly distracting.”

“I’m always distracting. Look at me.”

“Oh, I do, don’t you worry. But this exa-”

“Nope. You did great and I will not hear otherwise. You had it all down last night, as long as you didn’t mix up Wartcap powder and Octopus powder again, you’ll be fine.”

“Which one of those was for the Fire Protection Potion?”

“Wartcap.”

“Fuck.”

James chuckled and threw his arm around Regulus’ shoulders, pulling him close. “It’ll be alright. It won’t hurt anything at least; it just won’t work. Now had you added both, it would have made the potion…”

“Stronger?” They looked up at their boyfriend.

“Exactly. It’s a fairly harmless ingredient, just strengthens most potions. See, you know it, just need to not freak out about the exams.”

“But my potion was wrong.” They sulked.

“But if everything else was decent, your grade will be alright. And we’ll really study up for the next one.”

“We?” Regulus asked, smiling up at James.

“Yes. We. I’ll actually help this time, instead of being a distraction.”

“But I thought you were always a distraction?” They smirked.

2. ~pre match jitters~

“I should go, Sirius will be back from dinner soon.” Regulus said into James’ neck, from where the two were cuddled together on James’ bed in Gryffindor Tower.

“No. Stay.”

“I really should head back and get some rest before the quidditch match tomorrow. It’s only against Hufflepuff but if I don’t do well again, Mulciber’s going to bump me back down to reserves.”

“No.” James snuggled impossibly closer, “You’re going to do great. I know you are. Ravenclaw is a tough team, but you’re going to kick butt tomorrow. I know it.”

“But,” they sighed, “What if-”

“Nope. No, I will not hear slander against my partner. Not gonna let it happen.” James protested, holding Regulus tight and placing a kiss in their curls.

They stayed cuddled together for a while, James holding Regulus tight and rubbing reassuring hands up and down their back until they drifted into a light doze.

Sometime later, the other three marauders returned from dinner, rowdy as always, banging the door open.

“Shh!” James shot them a dirty look as the person in his arms grumbled and shifted. James soothed a hand down their back and hugged them close.

“What are they doing here!” Sirius whisper yelled. “They have a perfectly good dorm several floors away from me they could cuddle you in. Gross.” Sirius feigned disgust. But James didn’t miss the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips at seeing his sibling sound asleep in his best friend’s arms.

3. ~rough words from home~

James smiled at Regulus who sat next to him at the Gryffindor table, filling their plate with toast and bacon for breakfast as Regulus poured tea for the both of them.

I was quite early, not many people in the great hall yet, so they ate in comfortable silence, sitting impossibly close, and ankles locked together beneath the table. It wasn’t long before the morning post arrived, and the Black family owl landed in front of Regulus with a angry hoot.

James shot Regulus a worried glance as they untied the note from the owl, who tried to peck their hand before flying off.

“You alright?” James asked them, eying a little spot of blood on their knuckle.

“Yeah, it’s fine, barely hurts.” Regulus said, taking their napkin to clean up the drop of blood.

James eyed them wearily as they reluctantly opened the letter, trying to get a read on Regulus’ expression. They never liked getting letters from home, usually their mother just expressed her disappointment in her “only son” and scolded him to do better. This one seemed to be no different, and James could feel Regulus go tense beside him as he neared the end of the letter.

Regulus folded he letter back up neatly before placing it in his pocket, staring down at his plate, disinterested in finishing it.

James wasn’t sure what was wrong, but didn’t want to overwhelm Regulus with touch, so he jostled their entangles feet and waited for Regulus to process what he wanted to share. If he wanted to share.

“Mother is not happy about my last potions exam.” Was all they offered.

“Forget her. You did so well. Way better than the last one, and you passed with flying colors.” James reassured them.

“I may have improved but not enough.” Regulus’ voice waivered, tears in his eyes. “She said if I- I don’t- she-”

James moved a tentative hand to his back, “Hey, shh, it’s alright. I won’t let her come near you. Okay? Please. Think about what I said, yeah? I’m serious. You never have to go back there again.”

Regulus let out a wet laugh, “You’re not Sirius.” They sniffled, turning into James’ shoulder. “I… I have to go back.”

“No.” James was resolute, wrapping Regulus up in his arms. “You don’t.”

They stayed like that for another minute before Regulus sniffed and pulled away. “Will you help me study again? There’s another exam in a few weeks and if I have any chance of getting a hundred percent, I’ll have to get started now.”

“Of course. I’ll always help you. And you’re going to do great, you know everything, you just don’t explain yourself the best in the essay portion. We just need to work on getting you to slow down and writing out your thought process is all.”

“But I suck with words.” They slumped.

James knocked their shoulders together, “No. You’re great with words, you just get a bit ahead of yourself when you write them down. Now, let’s forget that dreadful letter.” James help out his hand expectantly.

Regulus handed over the parchment and watched at James cast a quiet incendio and turned it to ash.

4. ~late night ramblings~

It was yet another win against Ravenclaw for Gryffindor today and the party in the common room showed no signs of dying down anytime soon, and it was already one in the morning.

Regulus, not one for loud parties or being surrounded by loads if people, had snuck up to James shared dorm room some time ago to curl up in his bed, away from the chaos.

Regulus had been nearly about to drift off when they heard the door creak open behind them and click softly shut before feeling a weight dip the bed and an arm lay softly over their waist, pulling them back into James’ chest. They smiled as James placed a soft kiss to the back of their neck.

“Finally had enough partying for the night?” Regulus teased, sleep slurring their words.

“Was missing you.” James answered back simply.

“Why?” Regulus let slip out.

“What do you mean by that?” James went a bit rigid, holding Regulus tighter, sounding much more serious than his soft flirting had been a moment ago.

“I- I just meant… I don’t know.” Regulus got out through the sleepy haze threatening to take over. “I just don’t know why you’d miss me. Rather be in here than having fun downstairs. I just don’t get why you’d- you’d waste time with me. I’m not worth-”

“Why do you like me? Like spending time with me?” James countered.

“I dunno.” Regulus slurred out. “You’re good. And make m’ feel safe. And caring… no one’s really cared about me like you do.” Regulus clutched James’ arm to this chest.

“You’re good, Reg. You make me feel safe, and good, and I care about you so much.” He squeezed them tighter. “Don’t you ever doubt for a second how much. You’re worth it all, Regulus. Remember that.” He placed another soft kiss on their neck.

Regulus gave a contented hum as they wiggled happily, getting comfy, and James could sense the tension leave their body as sleep pulled them under.

James just snuggled in as close as he could, holding Regulus tight, never intending on letting them go.

5. ~woke up on the wrong side of the bed (James wasn’t there)~

“You’re not good enough for me. Why would you ever think this was going to work out.” James sneered, “You were a mistake. I should never have brought you here.” His hateful words were hitting Regulus like bricks catapulted at his chest. “You aren’t worth saving.”

Regulus awoke with a gasp, bolting upright. They looked around the room frantically through teary eyes. They didn’t recognize where they were as they brought a jumper sleeve up to wipe the tears off their face. Looking down at the jumper, it was soft and in a deep maroon color. This isn’t mine,they thought. Looking around the room, they took in the warm red of the walls, the open window to the left, and the bedroom door open to his right.

Regulus started to panic more, breathing fast, trying to work out what had happened. James had been yelling at them in the dream. Had it been a dream? Sneaking off the train and going home with James and Sirius for the summer had definitely felt like a dream, finally getting away from their parents. But his yelling had felt so real.

Regulus tried to work out what had happened but couldn’t help hyperventilating. They barely heard footsteps pass outside the door just to come back and knock softly. They looked up to see someone rush towards them and envelope them in a hug.

“Shh, it’s alright Reggie. It’s okay.” Came Sirius’ voice.

All Regulus could do was let out a sob, unable to get their arms to move and hug their brother back.

“What’s going on?” Regulus heard a clang as he saw through teary eyes James hastily put down a plate on the floor as he entered the room. “Reg, what’s wrong baby?” He sat down on the bed next to Sirius, going to pull them into his arms.

“You- You hate me.” Regulus sobbed out as Sirius reluctantly let his sibling go to allow James to scooch closer. Sirius kept a hand rubbing up and down Regulus’ back, sticking close by.

“Never, baby. Why would you think that?” He questioned softly.

“You- you said- and then I woke up and you weren’t here, I-” They gasped out.

“No, Reg. It was only a bed dream. Never. Never, I promise.” He held them tighter, starting to understand what must have happened. “I’ve got you, Reg.”

Regulus cried harder for a moment before they quieted, and James help them until their breathing evened out a bit more. “I’m sorry.” They hiccupped, whispering a barely audible, “Please don’t go.”

“Shh. I’d never do a stupid thing like that. Never, baby. I’m right here.”

#jegulus #regulus black #regulus deserved better #so i'm giving it to him #james potter #james x regulus #sirius black #reassurances

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Do Us Part

Warnings: nonconsent and rape; oral, fingering, marital discord, cheating, spousal arguments and mental/emotional abuse, age gap (Peter is 24/25 and reader is 35/36)

This is dark!Peter Parker x 30s/’older’ reader and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find it hard to accept that not all good things last as you face the changes in your marriage, yourself, and your marriage.

Note: I wanted to write Peter again but also I’ve seen this nonsense about how 30+ writers are too old for fanfic which is dumb af. And I wanted to turn the age gap trope a little so that it wasn’t the reader being the younger one in the relationship. I label it older reader but I don’t think being in your 30s is old tbh (my bf is 36 so pfft). It was all just a conglomeration of circumstances that inspired a deceivingly sweet dark Peter and I hope you like it. Also it’s 7.4k so a bit of a longer read.

Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You walked slowly along the transparent shelves set into the pristine white walls of the cosmetics section. The department store was a haze of distant voices and the chirp of scanners as customers milled the aisles and waited their turn to check out. You whiled away your time looking at things you’d never buy as you waited for your husband to return from the men’s department.

You thought of the sparse make-up bag under your sink and the liners and shades you hadn’t used in years. They were likely expired and better tossed in the bin. You hovered along the crystal bottle of designer scents and stopped to test a particular blush-tinted fragrance.

You set the bottle back and peered over at the dark cubbies that housed the men’s scent. Even from there, you could catch a whiff of the heady scents as a younger man with reddish brown hair examined an angular vial of Dior Men. You suddenly felt out of place; a mid-thirties woman in her out-of-season clothes fantasizing about overpriced perfume.

Your husband's voice further cemented your reality as you fingered the golden cap of the Coach eau du parfum. Wesley rolled his eyes and flipped up the little plastic panel that hid the bold prices and huffed.

“I hope you don’t think I’m gonna pay for that shit,” he sneered, “what have you been doing? I was waiting for you.”

He waved a plastic bag as his lip curled and you pressed your mouth shut tightly and swallowed. The day began with another argument as he discovered the seared hole in his shirt and instead of blaming the crappy old dryer, he blamed you. Most of your clothes had been chewed up by the thing but you never complained.

“No, I was just… looking,” you teetered in your flats and glanced around. The young man at the corner display quickly turned to hide his nosy observation, “did you find some new shirts?”

“No thanks to you,” he sniffed.

“Oh,” you played with the hem of your tee and tucked your hands into your pockets nervously. You’d left him to look alone as you only seemed to irritate him and rarely took your advice on matters of clothing, “well, I thought I’d give you some space--”

“Stop acting so pathetic. Start taking responsibility for yourself. For god’s sake, you're almost thirty-six and you don’t know how to hang a shirt to dry?” He spun on his heel and snapped over his shoulder, “let’s go.”

You flinched but followed behind him as he strode away and you stumbled out behind him through the automatic doors. He tossed the bag into the back seat and slammed the door before flopping angrily into the driver’s side. You mirrored him daintily and squeezed your legs together as you tried to make yourself as small as you could.

“I told you about the dryer,” you said.

“And?” he started the engine and slapped his hand around the wheel, “call a fucking electrician or some shit.”

“Alright,” you shrugged as he stopped at the exit of the parking lot and checked his phone quickly.

“Benny wants to do a round of golf,” he peeled out and you grasped the door as your heart raced. You hated how reckless he was when he was angry. You hated how easily he got angry these days.

“Okay,” you picked at the fraying stitching of your purse.

“Don’t start moping,” he sneered, “I fucking work all week and I can’t go out and have a few rounds?”

“I never-- I didn’t say anything,” you murmured.

“You don’t need to,” he turned the wheel sharply as he cut off another car, “you sit at home all day and do what?”

“I work too,” you said.

“Uh huh, sure, if that’s what you call it.”

You ran your fingertip over the bleach stain on the knee of your jeans and said nothing. When he was in a mood, he would latch on anything until he outright exploded. You tried to think of when he changed, when he had stopped being the chill guy you met back in college. It felt like a slow trickle, small things you ignored until it was a mountain you could not see past.

You felt like crying but you’d stopped that a while ago. You existed in a purgatory of acceptance and helplessness. You wanted him to love you again, wanted to believe you could fix things. So you would keep trying. You would do better.

💍

You picked out a large flank of steak and winced at the price. You had a special dinner in mind. It was Friday and the work week was done. You wanted a weekend without a fight and Wesley was always one for a nice big cut of beef. You hadn’t made him one in a while, your dinners were the usual repetitive drumsticks and rice or your homemade mac and cheese.

You continued onto the fish section and grabbed some salmon for yourself. You’d gained some weight and decided to cut out dairy and red meat if you could help it. The pile of produce in your cart reminded you of the extra jiggle around your stomach and thighs. You also grabbed one of those women’s magazines that advertised a regimen to help slim your figure. You only hoped you could stick to it this time.

With your weekly haul in tow, you wheeled up to the check-out and waited behind a young man who looked oddly familiar to you. Maybe that was the passing years. You always felt a vague glimmer of deja vu, more often a sense of forlorn nostalgia of what you would never have again.

As you stared thoughtlessly, he looked over and smiled. He bent in front of your cart and picked up a thin packet of seasoning.

“You dropped this,” he said as he held it out and you thanked him before quickly snatching it and looking away.

He paid for his large bags of chips and over salted pre-packaged meals and packed up at the end as you loaded up your own goods, the cashier sending them down the parallel belt. You swiped your card and tried to calculate the chunk of money from your last check. You thanked the clerk and sidled past the young man as he finished up.

You rounded the counter as he lifted his three bags. You looked up without thinking, the sleeve of his shirt tight around his bicep. You caught yourself staring and looked back down as you packed in the cans.

It reminded you of Wesley; he’d also started being more mindful, he hit the gym after work and you noticed the little pudge that started just after he turned thirty was slimming out. It was that exact reason that made you notice the extra pounds on your own frame, not that you didn’t realise before.

The man left and you unfolded the little buggy you slid under the cart. You loaded your bags into it and dragged the cart behind you as you made an awkward exit with both wheeled trolleys. The compact fabric buggy was easy enough to fit on the bus if you stood.

You pushed the cart into the row of empty ones and continued across the parking lot. You rolled up to the bus shelter and checked the bus times on your phone. You dug out your strip of tickets and ripped one away. You leaned on the thin handle of your trolley and looked over your shoulder as you heard someone approach.

The man who checked out ahead of you put his bags on the metal bench inside the shelter as he sipped on a bright drink from the place just beside the grocery shop. He sent you a smile over his straw and you spun back to crane your head and search for the bus.

When the metal beast barreled up and cranked to a stop at the curb, the man waited behind you and as your wheels caught on the edge of the ramp, he reached around you and helped push it over the lip. You thanked him shyly and continued up. Usually you tried to keep the shop light on weekdays but you hadn’t really been paying attention.

You pushed your cart against the small barrier just behind the accessible seating and stood beside it, conscious not to take up too much space. The man stood just behind you two bags on one shoulder and the other dangling from the opposite elbow as he sucked on his straw. You grabbed the upright bar as the bus took off and watched the electronic banner for your stop.

A sharp stop had you veering back and you were caught by the young man as he chucked, “oop, you okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” you muttered and gave a sheepish smile over your shoulder.

“There’s a seat,” he gestured just behind you, “I’ll watch your stuff.”

“Um, no it’s… fine,” you gripped the bar tighter as the bus shuttled forward, “my stop is soon.”

You looked ahead of you and three stops passed before yours. You exited through the front with your buggy and headed down the sidewalk as the bus pulled away. You were exhausted just from your little sojourn and it wasn’t even two o’clock. God, you felt old.

💍

You had a salad chopped and tossed and the steak and fish laid out and seasoned. As you listened to your old Spotify list, the music dipped and the notification blipped over the screen. You washed your hands and grabbed the phone. You frowned as you read the lone message from Wesley, the only one you got from him all day.

‘Just finished at the gym, getting drinks with Andrew,’ you read and re-read the message as your heart fell.

You typed out a whole angry response and backspaced it all. You replaced it with ‘ok, have fun’ and blacked the screen. You shoved the meat back in the fridge and stretched saran wrap over the bowl of salad. You placed it on a lower shelf and closed the door, quickly swiping a can of the craft beer Wesley kept around.

You shut the light off in the kitchen and ignored the pang in your stomach as you cracked the can. You climbed the stairs as you sipped the hoppy foam. You put it on the night table and changed into the old butterfly pajamas you wore most nights and turned on the tv mounted against the wall.

You turned on Netflix but hardly paid attention to the carelessly chosen movie. You sat against the headboard and down the bitter beer until the can was hollow and your eyelids were heavy. You slumped down so that your shoulders were at your ears and dozed off in the stiff position as the room moved with the colours of the television.

The anger and alcohol shaded your shallow sleep and you hardly heard Wesley when he came in, only waking when your bladder was ready to burst and his snores rumbled in your head. You went to the bathroom and returned, wide awake, and stared at the shape of him in the dark.

You remembered when he used to kiss you when he came home, even when you were asleep, he’d wake you with the little pecks. You remembered when he was happy to come home. You remembered when you were happy.

You swallowed the acrid aftertaste of beer and left him to snore. You went downstairs and curled up on the couch but didn’t sleep. You just stared at the shadows of the furniture until the sun rose.

💍

The next day, Wesley didn’t wake until after noon and when he did, he didn’t say a word to you. He took his coffee and sat at the patio table in the back as you stewed and cleaned the kitchen. You had nothing to say to him even if you felt stupid for being mad.

“Gotta head down to the dealership,” he said as he interrupted your scouring of the stove.

“The dealership?” you said after a moment, deciding whether or not to break your vow of silence.

“I told you on Wednesday, I’m picking up the car--”

“We talked about this. We should wait a little longer--”

“It’s my money and I got a great price,” he sighed, “just because you have to pinch your pennies--”

“We’re married,” you squeezed the foam sponge, “it’s our money. Don’t act like I don’t pay for anything around here.”

“Oh thanks, honey, so wonderful you paid for a five dollar steak,” he scoffed, “I’ll be impressed when you can make a mortgage payment on your own.”

“How dare you!” you turned your back to him and kept scrubbing, “fine, but not a penny of my money is going to that thing.”

“That’s fine, I’m selling the old one, that should cover most of it--”

“What?” you slammed your hand between the burner, “you said we would hold onto it so I had something to--”

“Then you can buy it from me,” he said venomously.

“I’m your wife,” you spun to scowl at him again, “I-- what is wrong with you?”

He tilted his head and squinted as he poked his tongue out along his lip. “Nothing wrong with me,” he shrugged, “what’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t--” you warned as you pointed a finger at him through the bright yellow gloves, “don’t do that… I’ve been trying and you just keep pushing me away.”

“Me pushing you away?” he rolled his eyes, “you were passed out last night when I got home. Maybe if you didn’t fall asleep before nine I could actually fuck you… or at least get it up if you worked on losing some of that cellulite on your ass.”

Your lip quivered and you sucked in a breath. You shook your head and turned around again. You ignored him as your hand shook and you continued your work, scratching at the dried-on food around the burner. His empty mug clinked onto the counter and you listened to his exit.

Fuck him and his new car. You were done trying with him.

💍

Wesley’s new car was shrouded in the shade of the garage as the old black Hyundai sat out on the driveway with a red and white “For Sale” sign on the windshield. Right after he got back from his extravagant purchase, he made the listing online and several perusers stopped by Saturday night but Sunday morning saw the car still there.

You sat by the border of stones around the garden as he drank beer in the garage and approached any interested buyers who appeared; although so far he’d only had two before noon.

You tucked your clippers into your apron pocket and dusted off your gloves as you stood. You were a little dizzy from sitting out in the sun and a glass of water was the perfect excuse to drown out the annoying sound of your husband’s voice.

You ignored Wesley as you trod through the garage and kicked your sneakers off on the mat right before the three steps up to the house. You went to the kitchen and put your gloves on the counter as you filled a glass from the dispenser on the front of the fridge. You’d given up everything but water and the slices of lemon were the only flavour you had.

You took the glass and your gloves and headed back. Wesley waited just at the bottom of the stairs as he glared up at you with arms crossed. You sighed and descended but he didn’t let you pass.

“What is your problem?”

“Are you really asking me that?” you hissed.

“You giving me the silent treatment isn’t gonna fix this,” he snarled.

“You know what you said so… I shouldn’t have to tell you to apologize,” you retorted and he stayed put.

“Is this about the car?”

“The car is just another thing,” you cross an arm around your stomach, “you think I couldn’t use it to get around, to get the groceries maybe? Or, I don’t know, maybe since you have such a problem with my home office, I could go out and get a ‘big girl’ job as you put it so many times--”

“Your mother has a car she never drives. You can just take her with you, two birds, one stone. I need to sell this to pay for the new one--”

“The one I begged you not to buy,” you huffed, “you could’ve waited a few more years until we were a little more comfortable--”

“Oh, wait? Until we have a kid and all my money goes to it,” he snapped, “yeah, I’m sure we’d have the money then--”

“You’d have to fuck to do that,” you stepped down the last step and pushed past him.

As you came into the sunlight and shielded your eyes, a figure stood by the garden, knelt just by your tulips as he felt the soft petals. You narrowed your eyes. You recognized him for sure. It was the stranger from the bus.

“Um, hi?” you croaked as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Hey, it’s… you again,” he chuckled softly as he stood, “I saw an ad for a car and… well, I’m getting tired of the bus.”

“Oh, uh, my husband,” you pointed over your shoulder, “you’ll have to talk to him.”

“Okay,” he smiled, “Peter,” he held out his hand and you stared at it. You introduced yourself and shook his firm grip.

“Like I said, it’s my husband selling the car,” you brushed by him and got to your knees by the flowerbed. “Unless you’re looking to buy some wilting pansies.”

“Hmm, I like the tulips better,” he said as he slowly inched away, “thanks.”

You sat back on your heels and he strode over to the open garage. You heard Wesley greet him and didn’t bother paying attention to the same pitch you’d heard all morning. You pulled on your gloves and wiggled your nose as it tingled. You really just wanted to keel over and bawl.

“Sold,” Wesley announced and you heard a clap, “all yours!”

“I’ll just transfer the deposit,” Peter said and a minute passed before he emerged again, the keys hanging from his finger, “Thanks, Wes.”

You hid your distaste. It used to be that Wesley hated being called ‘Wes’ but lately, he introduced himself to everyone as just ‘Wes’. He really had changed. You must have too.

“Hey,” you looked up and blinked as the sun made your eyes water as it shone around Peter.

“You bought it?” you asked as you yanked free a weed.

“Yep, but uh,” he glanced over his shoulder as the old car stereo Wesley used blared out a classic rock tune, “I… wasn’t eavesdropping but I heard some of it and… if you ever need a ride to the grocery store, I usually try for Wednesdays,” he tucked his hand in his pocket, “I don’t live too far and since we go to the same one--”

“No, no, you don’t have to do that,” you looked back to the soil, embarrassed.

“Well, if you change your mind,” he kept the keys dangling from one finger and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and slid out a card with some effort, “I’m supposed to have these handy but I never really use them.”

He offered the business card and you read his name above the title, ‘senior photographer’. You gave a half-hearted smile and put it in your apron pocket.

“Thanks,” you said, “I can manage.”

“You don’t have to though,” he said kindly, “but I’ll, uh, leave you to your gardening. Sorry if I bugged you.”

“You didn’t,” you assured without looking up, flattered that anyone cared enough to even offer help.

“Hey, Pete,” Wesley stopped Peter as he neared the car, “you can have one before you go.”

“Oh, no, I’m gonna be driving,” Peter argued.

“Pfft, it’s a celebration and one won’t put you over the limit,” Wesley insisted and handed him a dark bottle of craft brew, “come on.”

“I really should go--”

“It’s a Sunday, where do you need to be?” Wesley patted his shoulder and looked over at you, “hey, honey, you wanna see if we have any snacks for our guest?”

“I’m not hungry,” Peter said curtly, “really. Just the beer is fine.”

They disappeared back into the garage and you cringed. You hated that. Wesley only every acted like a husband when others were around.

💍

You waited a whole week before returning to the grocery store. You were short on everything and it was a reason to get out of the house. Your husband had made both your home and your workplace hostile.

It irked you that Wesley resented you working from home when a couple years ago he was so happy about it. Then, he’d been so enthusiastic about starting a family but when it didn’t happen right away, he grew disillusioned and bitter. Now, he seemed to have no interest in being a husband let alone a father.

As you packed up your spinach and bottles of Perrier, your cart rolled just a little as someone nudged it from the other end. You raised your head and hid your surprise and discomfort as Peter smiled back at you.

“I thought you said Wednesdays,” you murmured as you dropped a bag in your cart.

“I forgot eggs,” he held up the carton, “I guess I have good timing.”

“You do?” you asked as you pulled your cart forward and maneuvered around to push it out of the way of fellow shoppers. You bent to grab your trolley from beneath and he caught it as you unfolded it.

“I’ll drive you,” he said.

“I told you--”

“I’m here so why not? Save the ticket for next time,” he urged.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why does it matter? Why do I matter to you?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I… like helping people,” he shrugged, “what if I told you you were helping me? I have this horrible need to be the hero.”

“That will go away,” you muttered under your breath and he lifted a brow, “sorry, I… thank you.”

“Alright, let’s go then,” he collapsed the trolley and carried it easily under his arm as he cradled his eggs in the other, “I got the A/C fixed on the car too.”

“Mmm,” you hummed and walked with him out of the store.

You crossed the parking lot and helped you load up the bags in the trunk. That car should have been yours; you’d made enough payments on it yourself but Wesley was such a stubborn ass.

You sat in the front seat as he slid into the other and started the car. He drove cautiously through the lot and you read the store signs as he came to the exit.

“How long have you and… the old man been together?”

“Um,” you glanced over at him and chewed your lip, “since college so… almost fifteen years now.”

“Fifteen?” he turned out onto the street, “really? I thought he was older than you.”

“Christ,” you scoffed, “don’t flatter me.”

“Really, I woulda said twenty-eight at most,” he said coolly, “wow, I feel so young now.”

“And I feel so old,” you grumbled as you crossed your legs, hoping he didn’t notice the wrinkle in the pink capris.

“Whatever, you’re not even forty,” he said, “and time has treated you well so I can only think in a few years… oh jeez, sorry, that came off weirder than I intended. Not that I meant for it to be weird at all--”

You giggled at his rambling as he rolled to a stop at the sign and peeked over at you in the rearview. You caught his eye and quickly looked away, “what?”

“Just… you have a nice smile,” he said as he turned down a side street, “and a nice laugh.”

“Thank you,” your voice was brittle at the genuine compliment, “you’re funny.”

“Am I? I wasn’t trying to be,” he took the same short cut you took when you walked home from the convenience store which was closer than the plaza.

“And nice,” you said as he came onto your street, “you really didn’t have to drive me. You could’ve dropped me at the corner--”

“No way, I was raised better than that, and if you think I’m letting you carry that all in by yourself--”

“Raised to help little old ladies?” you mused.

“Raised to treat ladies properly,” he corrected, “especially pretty ones.”

“I’m married,” your heart pattered as you dared to flirt back, almost in disbelief that he was humouring you, “and your lies don’t work on me, young man.”

“Not that young,” he insisted as he pulled into the driveway.

You got out and went around to the trunk. He handed you the bag with the bread and other light products, and loaded up with the other bags.

“You get the doors, let me do the heavy work,” he said and nodded you towards the house.

You went ahead of him and unlocked the door. You let him inside and pointed him into the kitchen. He placed the bags on the counter and stretched his arms and hands as you set yours on the other side. The muscles of his arms moved under his skin and you could trace the lines of his torso through his grey tee.

“So,” he took out the bottle of Perrier, “this going in the fridge?”

“What-- you’ve done enough.”

“Fridge?” he ignored you and pulled out the other.

You gave a long blink and threw up your hands in surrender, “yes, please,” you came around and reached in to grab the whole grain buns, “bottom shelf.”

You finished unpacking your groceries and took the empty bags from Peter and shoved them under the counter. You stood and looked at him nervously as he watched you, his fingers tapping on the granite.

“Do you want a snack? Something to drink? Water?”

“I’ll have a water,” he said and moved to leaned his elbow on the countertop, his side snug to the edge.

“Sparkling or--”

“Regular’s fine,” he answered

“Ice? Lemon?” you pulled out a tall glass.

“Just ice is fine… then I’ll be out of your hair,” he said.

Ice clinked into the glass and you covered it with the distilled water from the fridge. You slid it onto the counter and stepped back.

“Oh, I… actually, it’s a good thing I ran into you,” he said and took a sip, “my aunt, she likes to garden too but she got some bulbs she’s not gonna use, I thought maybe… maybe you would like some to fill in the holes?”

“What kind?” you asked.

“Some daffodils and some crocuses, I think,” he said, “I could bring them over next week after work?”

“That sounds like a lot of work,” you scrunched your lips, “you could probably just give them to a neighbour.”

“It’s not out of the way,” he said, “you want them?”

You stared at him and thought. He was nice. Too nice.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing, I… I’m sure you have a girlfriend you could be spending time with--”

“I don’t. Not anymore,” he interrupted.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, “I didn’t--”

“Like I said, I always wanna be the good guy,” he finished his water and the last of the cubes settled at the bottom, “thanks.”

“No, thank you,” you said as he set his glass in the sink and backed away, “really, you made my day so much easier.”

“I hope your weekend is better,” he said, “but…”

He didn’t finished and you folded your hands together as he hesitated by the hallway.

“But what?” you prodded.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, “nothing. I should go.”

“Okay,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “see ya.”

“Monday,” he confirmed as he turned to the doorframe, “I’ll bring the bulbs. Just after seven.”

“Right,” you slanted your lips and watched him go.

The door marked his departure and you turned to exhale and lean against the counter. You could still smell his rich cologne. Then you felt guilty. It was stupid to think he was doing anything more than being nice, that the flirting was anything but a joke, but still, you missed feeling that way and it should’ve been Wesley making you feel that.

💍

You squeezed the phone as you clenched your jaw so tight it hurt. Your eyes were wet and finally the tears were ready to start falling. The smell of steak filled the kitchen, another meal you wouldn’t eat. At the last minute, Wesley texted to tell you he was hitting the gym. Again. He was already late after a long meeting but promised he’d be home to eat.

So you waited for him to answer your furious phone call but got his voicemail instead. Your eyes narrowed at the bottle of wine and your chest knotted as the tone sounded.

“Wesley, this is it. I can’t do this anymore! I’m your wife. Do you even want to be with me? I can’t go on like this and now you won’t even answer my calls,” you snarled. You knew he had his phone on him as he no doubt had his Spotify work-out list on shuffle, “when you come home, you can sleep on the couch.”

You hung up and grabbed a stemmed glass from the cupboard. You filled it to the brim with Pinot Grigio but before you could taste it, the doorbell made you jump. You set down the glass and walked up the hallway. Just on the other side of the frosted glass was a silhouette. You opened the door and touched your forehead as you faced Peter.

“I totally forgot you were coming,” you breathed, “I’m so sorry. But thank you, you really didn’t have to--”

“Are you okay?” he asked as the paper bag in his hand crinkled.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I… thank you for the flowers,” you looked at the brown paper bag and he handed it over, another bag on his wrist; white with ribbon handles, “what’s that? You headed out for a date?”

“Um, no,” he said, “actually, I was just…” he pushed his fingers through his hairs, the reddish brown locks slightly curled with sweat, “I wanted to talk to you.” He looked past you and his warm eyes returned to yours, “Wesley isn’t home yet?”

“No, he won’t be for a while,” you backed up, “so you might as well come in. I have a steak no one’s gonna eat.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t be,” Peter said glumly, “and steak sounds good.”

He closed the door behind him and followed you into the kitchen. You put the bulbs at the back of the counter and grabbed the bottle, “wine?”

“No thank you,” he said.

You plunked down the bottle and took a gulp of your wine before you turned to plate the steak and your chicken breast alongside the fried asparagus and roasted potatoes. You set the filet before him as he sat on the stool and climbed up across from him at the long island.

“Thank you,” he watched you slide a steak knife and fork towards him and his gaze lingered on your lips as you took another thirsty mouthful, “this is for you, actually.”

He pushed the white bag over to you and you smelled the subtle floral scent rising from it. You put your glass down and pushed open the top of the bag and peeked inside. You shook your head and rescinded your hand as if you were slapped. It was the same perfume from that day weeks ago.

“You… how?”

“You don’t remember?” he asked.

You thought back on the day you wanted to forget. He was the other shopper in the perfume section, the one who sent you that sympathetic look as Wesley reproached you. You winced and grabbed your utensils. You cut into the chicken and shoved it in your mouth. You swallowed loudly.

“Take it back,” you sniffed, “I don’t want it. I don’t deserve it.”

“You do. He doesn’t deserve you,” he carefully sliced into the medium rare steak.

“Is that what this is? Some perverted joke? A challenge?” you dropped your fork and knife, “you think you can seduce the sad housewife and then laugh at it? Sow your wild oats?”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” he calmly put down the silverware, “I… what I didn’t say when I showed up is I just came from the gym.”

You frowned in confusion and wrinkled your nose. You took another drink of wine as you tried to understand.

“I saw Wesley,” he said as he leaned on his elbow and pulled out his phone with his other hand, “I didn’t wanna say anything but… you’re here beating yourself up over him and-- just look.”

He slid his phone across the counter and you looked at the screen. Your entire body felt heavy and your veins filled with ice. You dropped your head into your hands as you tried to wipe the sight from your eyes; the image of your husband groping a woman in yoga pants, an act she wasn’t deterring.

“I knew it,” you sobbed as the tears burst forth and leaked down your palms, “I knew it. And why wouldn’t he? I’m old, ugly--” you sniffed and pulled your hands away to wipe them on your pants. Peter held out a paper towel and you took it as you avoided his eyes, “thank you but I think you should go. I’m humiliated enough.”

“You shouldn’t be alone,” he said as he climbed down from the stool and rounded the island, “he’s an asshole. He’s blind.”

“Please, Peter, just leave me alone,” you slid off the stool and he caught your shoulders. You looked up at him as you dabbed away the streaks of sadness with the paper towel, “Peter--”

“I’m not leaving,” he said firmly, “he’s out there having his fun, so why don’t you have some of your own?”

“Peter, that’s-- that’s wrong. I’m too old for you. And… I’m fat and--”

“You’re perfect,” he reached up to frame your chin with his hand, “you’re gorgeous,” his other hand trailed down your arm and to your hip, “that’s the first thing I noticed about you…” he pulled you closer and tapped your ass lightly.

“No, I can’t-- I just want to be alone,” you pushed on his arms and felt the thick biceps as he flexed and kept you close.

“Well, baby, what I want,” he turned you so that you were pinned between him and the island, “is for you to put on that perfume… I want you wearing nothing but that.”

“Peter,” you pushed on his chest that time and the hard muscle wall didn’t budge, “Peter, go--”

“Baby,” he bent and scooped you up suddenly.

His hands spread over your ass as he lifted you and crushed his lips against yours. You murmured in surprise and he placed you on the granite countertop. He parted from your lips as you sat up and he shoved your legs apart, inserting himself between your knees. He played with the bottom of the dress you’d worn in hopes of rekindling your dying marriage.

“We can go slow,” he tickled along your thighs and pulled back suddenly, “just a little at a time.”

He leaned in as he reached around you and grabbed the small white bag. He pulled out the perfume and snaked his hand around your neck. He pulled you to bend over him and he kissed your neck just before he sprayed a puff of perfume across your throat. He stood back and took a deep breath. He put the bottle on the counter and his hands went back to your skirt.

“Peter,” you caught his hands as they crept under the fabric, “please.”

You tried to slide forward and he stopped you as he grasped your hips and held you in place. He bit his lip as his eyes glimmered up at you. He drew a hand away and took the glass of wine and held it before your mouth.

“Drink, relax,” he cooed, “forget about him.”

You stared at him and he brought your hand up with his and wrapped it around the full body of the glass. He nudged it to your lips and watched you until you drank from the crystal rim. He smirked and lifted your skirt as he bent to bury his head beneath the folds.

You gulped and choked on the wine as your skirt fluttered down over his shoulders. You felt his finger on the lace trim of your panties and winced. He squeezed your thighs with his other hand and nuzzled the crotch of your underwear. You tried to close your legs but he kept them apart easily.

He curled his fingers under the elastic of your panties and tugged. He pulled until you lifted your ass just enough for him to get them free and he guided them down your legs before quickly parting them again.

You set down the glass and almost overturned it, the last mouthful splashing up the side. You pressed your hands to the granite and peered down at the shape of his head beneath your skirt. You gasped as his cool tongue grazed your warm folds and delved deeper.

“Peter…” you wisped and closed your eyes as you tried to hide from your own shame.

He purred as his tongue flicked over your clit and you twitched. He caressed the crease of your thigh with his fingers as he lapped at your, his other hand pressed against your stomach until you fell back across the counter. You arched your back instinctively and his hand cupped your tit through your dress.

He blindly pulled until your chest slipped out and pushed the cup of your bra as he teased your clit with his tongue. He felt along your cunt with his fingers and shoved his index inside of you. You moaned as he pushed another inside and curled them as he suckled on your bud.

Your core burned to life. Your entire being was set alight after months without affection. You quivered in delight and fear. Your nerves stormed both out of guilt and hunger. It felt so good but you knew it was wrong. The scent of the perfume filled your nose as your skin grew hot.

He moved his hand in time with his mouth as he doted on you. His touch intensified as your legs bent around the side of the island and your fingernails dragged along the granite, your voice rising without thought. He pinched your nipple and you cried out as you came in a wave of sheer pleasure and grabbed his wrist as you tried to steady yourself.

He eased off slowly as you trembled in the afterglow, his lingering touch tickled along your legs as he pushed your dress up. He pulled you to sit up and lifted the fabric over your head and ripped your sleeves free from your arms. He tossed as side the garment and swiftly covered your mouth with his so you tasted your own arousal on his tongue.

He unhooked your bra blindly and slid it off your arms. You were intensely aware of your nakedness and as you brought your arms up to cover yourself, he forced them down and ran his hands over your bare torso.

“Beautiful,” he said as he laid a trail of gentle pecks along your throat and chest, pausing to take a nipple in his mouth as he rolled the other between his fingers and sent a shiver through you.

He kneaded your sides and hips, his fingers danced along your thighs and he followed the path with his mouth, kissing and nipping your flesh. He lifted his head again as he took your hands and twined his fingers through yours. He tugged you gently until you slid off the counter and landed on your feet shakily.

“Baby, you’re so amazing,” he placed your hands on his chest and pushed them down his muscled torso and brought them back up beneath his tee shirt, “go on.”

He let you go and you continued to roll up his tee. He dipped his head and raised his arms to help you and you clung to the tee as it fell limp in your grasp. Dazed, he snatched the shirt from your hands and flung it. He once more pressed your hands to his chest and guided you in feeling the lines of his toned flesh.

He pushed your hands against the top of his jeans and leaned into you. He kissed your temple and whispered along your hairline, “turn around, baby.” He squeezed your ass and purred, “mmmm, please, I wanna see that ass.”

You blinked, dazed, and spun slowly. You caught yourself on the edge of the counter as your legs trembled and you heard the subtle zip. He kicked his foot between yours and pushed your legs apart as he led you back so that you were slightly bent against the island. He ran his nails down your back and gripped your hip with one hand as his other drew away from your skin.

You flinched as you felt his smooth tip against your ass and he rubbed it between your cheeks. You inhaled and held in your breath as his hold on your tightened and he angled his dick under your ass and grazed your cunt. He poked your entrance and pressed his chest to your back as his hand covered yours on the granite.

He slid into you and your voice fizzled in the air as he forced the air from your lungs. You pushed your head back and it met his shoulder as his other hand crawled down your front. He spread your folds with his fingers and swirled another around your clit as he tilted his hips and thrust into you slowly.

“Ah, Peter,” you slapped the counter and he shushed you as his hand left yours cold and his fingers stretched over your throat.

His motion picked up as the noise of him crashing into you echoed around the kitchen. Your eyes rolled back as he rammed into you even harder. You were on tiptoes as he was driven by the weak moans that leaked from your lips and your wet pleasure squelched around him. He pressed two fingers to your bud and rubbed until you squeaked and your thighs quaked around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, “I bet you never cum like that for him.”

You whined and he sped up again. He pinned you against the counter so that the lip pressed into your stomach. He took his hand from your cunt and pushed your head down as he kept his other hand around your neck. He didn’t waver once as he fucked you.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he commanded, “I want you to cum again for me. I know you want to too.”

His thick breath warmed the air and grazed your back as he held you down and his hold on your neck tightened until silver stars rose in your vision. Your feet dangled against the tile and you reached down to play with your clit as it buzzed. It was only seconds before you were murmuring in ecstasy once more.

“Fuck, baby, can you feel that? The way your clinging to me,” he puffed as he slammed into you over and over, “he can hardly fill you, can he? Hmmm? Little man.”

You wheezed as he choked you and his other hand kept your head pinned. You heard a distant creak but could barely do more than keep your fingers moving as your heartbeat deafened you. You came again and croaked as your cunt squeezed him hungrily.

“What the fuck?” the voice broke your lusty trance and suddenly you were pulled away from the counter.

Your head lulled as Peter held it up and turned you around, his pelvis slapping against your ass as you faced your husband. Your mouth hung open as your blurred vision barely registered the scene and the deep grunts only got louder behind you.

“Look who’s here,” Peter rasped as he snaked his arm around you.

“The fuck are you doing?” Wesley sneered as your eyes closed and your ass rang with each thrust.

“What you can’t,” Peter snickered, “doesn’t she look so happy?” He grasped your chin and pushed his fingers into your mouth as he held your head up, “well, you into watching or you gonna let us finish, old man?”

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #fic #peter parker x reader #dark fic #one shot #dark!fic #do us part #marvel #mcu #spider-man #avengers

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Hello there may I request the Dimitrescu daughters celebrating their s/o birthday, it’s my birthday today☺️

Happy belated birthday, anon!!! Wishing you many more happy (and hopefully less chaotic) years to come! Under read more for length.

Bela + Birthday

On one hand, she wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up. On the other hand, she’s got a million things planned, and no matter how much help she enlists, she’s bound to end up running late. So maybe she’s not the first thing you see, but she’s crawling into your bed before you have a chance to fully wake up. Wrapping her arms around you, murmuring ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ into your ears. Sleepy kisses all around<3

Will stay with you for as long as you want, but will ‘subtly’ encourage you to get up eventually, after all she’s spent the past month planning this day. It’s possible that she’ll end up slowly sliding out of bed, an inch a minute, saying ‘no more kisses until you get up’.

Once you’re out of bed, it’s time for a decadent breakfast. A whole buffet table filled with your favorites (the ones appropriate for this time of day, at least), with any servants you’re friends with being allowed to join in. If you’re not from Romania, Bela will go out of her way to have the cooks learn recipes from whatever country you grew up in. Might throw in a few non-breakfast items too. Mmmm, thinking about my family’s krumkake recipe now, so good<3

What happens next depends a lot on your specific personality. If you enjoy parties and social gatherings, there will be festivities in one of the castle’s larger rooms, again with any of your friends being allowed to join (even visitors from the village, should you wish to invite them). A large cake will be served, likely baked by none other than Ava Caldwell (please excuse my shameless OC mention).

If you’re more introverted, or shy, Bela will keep the gathering very small, likely just her family and you. There will be music, a few gifts from the family, similar but smaller treats. Less energetic, more casual and comfy family time.

Come lunch time, the two of you will have some private time again. Depending on weather/season, she’ll either take you for a picnic in the garden, or a quiet meal in the observatory. Think candles, lots of strategically placed flowers, warm blankets… all that cheesy stuff. Afterwards, she’ll let you take the reins for a bit. Essentially, you’ll spend some quality time doing your favorite hobbies together. Feel free to info dump/rant all you want, Bela will stare at you with love in her eyes regardless of the subject.

Once you’ve had your fun together, it’ll be time for dinner, which will once more be with her family. Everyone will be on their best behavior (under threat of blackmail, except for Alcina, who’s just, you know, a good mother who wants her daughter to be happy). Again the cooks will go all out for the meal, making whatever dishes weren’t appropriate for breakfast. There will probably be leftovers- unless, of course, you decide to let the other servants enjoy what you cannot finish.

Finally, before bed, Bela will let you open the gifts from her. The two of you will be in either her room or her private study, away from everyone else. She’ll have prepared 3 gifts for you. One will relate to your personal interests (a hobby, a movie/book series you love, etc), one will be something the two of you can do together, and the last will be something you can wear/keep on you to remind you of her (not that you could ever forget, really).

I’ll leave the detail of what happens that night to your imagination, dear reader, so as to not assume anything about *ahem* attractions, gender, or any possible… deviances (kinks, if that wasn’t clear). Regardless, there is cuddling<3

Cassandra + Birthday

Wakes you up, first thing in the morning, with kisses. Just crawls into bed with you and smothers you in somewhat sleepy affection. Do you know how hard it was for her to get up at this hour? Relatively! Which is why you’re not allowed to get up get up, at least not for a while. Mandatory girlfriend snuggles. No escape. If the two of you are, ya know, of the persuasion to do certain things… without clothing… then yeah, that’s probably also happening. Please don’t judge me, I’m tired (and asexual) and am trying to avoid this being unnecessarily ns/fw.

Doesn’t really want to share you at all, even on your birthday, but will let you mingle with friends/have a nice group breakfast if that’s what you want. Just expect to be sitting in her lap for as long as she can get you to, alright? Might tone it down if her family is around (okay, well, if her mother is around). Will pretend to judge people for whatever gifts they get you unless you specifically ask her to stop. Repeatedly whispers things in your ears to distract you, ranging from the audaciously inappropriate to “my gift is going to be so much better than that” to very sweet “I love you”s.

Lets you plan as much or as little as you want for your special day, though won’t hesitate to suggest things if you struggle to come up with stuff/can’t decide. Again, she’d prefer to spend as much of the day with you as possible, and would prefer your gatherings be very small. Like, maybe just the two of you. Going on a hike to your favorite spot, or painting together (even if you don’t know what you’re doing, because she’ll get nice and close to help ;) ), or just curling up with her somewhere cozy.

Whatever you end up doing for the day, she’ll probably have a servant pack you guys some lunches, so you don’t have to interrupt whatever you’re doing.

Dinner will be… a surprise. Planning is not her area of expertise, so Cassandra will enlist the help of her older sister, resulting in a romantic meal that, well, at least has hints of your girlfriend’s personality in it. Yes, she picked out the color of the napkins. Yes, the flowers she had asked for turned out to be poisonous, so yes they did have to swap them out last minute. Oops, you darn humans and your ‘mortal weaknesses’. Honestly, the display is very touching. She asked for help to do something nice for you<3

At the end of the night, she’ll take you to her art studio, where there’s a big painting that’s been covered up for a few days or so. She’ll pull the sheet off, oddly shy, and you’ll see it’s a lovely portrait of the two of you… except you’ll be wearing a necklace that you’ve never seen before. Which Cassandra will quickly pull out of her pocket, to give you as the second part of your gift :D

Cue a night of cuddling (and possibly other activities… such as sleeping).

Daniela + Birthday

Might as well bodyslam you first thing in the morning, honestly. She’s very excited, and loves you very much, and just wants to have some nice morning cuddling (and kissing). Solution? Make sure that she spends the previous night in the same bed as you. Seriously, it’ll save you a fair amount of pain.

Has the least planned of the three, despite having the most ideas, mostly because she struggles to actually organize things. Expect to spend however long you want in bed, just relaxing, probably still with lots of kisses and cheesy dialogue about how much she loves you. When you get up, however, the two of you will be surprised to see that Daniela’s family decided to help her get shit together.

There will be a nice breakfast, with your friends present, and Bela might even delay her own meal just to play some music for you. Afterwards, the family will give you their gifts. They won’t make you open them yet if you decide to save it for later, though, so no worries.

Then, you and Daniela will be encouraged to go out and have some fun. Which means a nice almost-picnic in the gardens, with less of a meal, more of some sweets/snackies. Cue more cuddling, and dorky poetry reading. The poetry will always start out serious… but by the end you’ll both be trying to find the lamest, cheesiest poems you can get, reading them to each other in increasingly ridiculous voices. Somehow you’ll end up reciting dirty limericks. Eventually you realize that Daniela isn’t even going through her books to find them, and is actually making them up as she goes. You’re not sure you want to know how she gained this skill.

Eventually you’ll head back inside, for lunch. At this point, there will be more music, some optional dancing, with a surprising amount of servants being allowed to just enjoy themselves. If parties aren’t your thing, Daniela will be more than willing to sneak you off somewhere more… private. For various reasons, you know. Doesn’t have to be anything more than cuddling. But this is Daniela we’re talking about, so…

The evening will mostly be up to you, with Daniela wanting to do whatever you want to do, even if it’s not something she’d normally enjoy. She just wants you to be happy<3

Dinner will be romantic, like with Cassandra, if admittedly far more chaotic. Still, it’s very lovely, and she’ll probably get adorably flustered as she tries to make things perfect for you. Expect her to get you multiple smaller gifts, and repeatedly mention that she wasn’t sure what to get you, so she kinda just… got everything. It might be best to reassure her that you mostly care about spending time with her. But, you know, also tell her you enjoy the gifts because she really did panic about them.

#bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu

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spindlebeforesunset · 3 years

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Pranksters and the Pranked

(because it is April Fools at my place already)

Ace Trappola - prankster

• got their other two roommates to participate in pranking Deuce

• set the room clock 3 hours later than usual

• while the two roommates were "busy preparing for the school day" at 2 am, Ace flicks open the lights and starts turning them on and off and shouts "OI DEUCE WAKE UP, WE'RE LATE"

• he finally yeets a pillow at Deuce's face to wake him up

Deuce Spade - pranked

• a very confused Deuce wakes up, sees that the three of them are already dressed, looks at the clock, and panic dresses himself

• "wheresmyhomeworkwheresmyhomework-"

• only when he runs out in the rose garden does he finally see that, it's still nighttime, no he isn't late, and yes, his sleep was ruined

• trudges back to the dorm room where he finds them all cracking up

• he chucks a pillow at Ace before promptly flopping back on his bed

• with his shoes on (n a s t y)

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Cater Diamond - prankster

• has a plastic cockroach toy in his pocket as he is to serve Riddle tea again on this fine day

• Riddle is having a nice time admiring the roses and often sticks his teacup out for Cater to fill

• while Riddle is inspecting a rose, Cater pours the tea and slips the plastic cockroach inside the teacup as well

• he doesn't change his expression when he hands back the teacup

Riddle Rosehearts - pranked

• Riddle sips the warm tea and feels something solid touching his lips

• he looks down

• immediately drops the teacup starts screaming there's a fucking cockroach in the teacup

• he realizes that Cater is doubled over laughing so he takes the opportunity to whoop Cater's head before storming off

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Trey Clover - pranked

• he's bored and decides to make cookies

• he double checks the chocolate chips bag to ensure that they were not replaced with chocolate covered raisins like what Che'nya did last year

• no raisins, so he shrugs his shoulders that Che'nya had really ran out of ideas after many years

• takes out the ingredients necessary for the cookies and starts to mix the ingredients

• the process is going fine until he cracks an egg

• there's no liquid yolk pouring out

• he looks at the insides and finds that the egg has been fully hardboiled

• "... I should've known better," he sighs

• somewhere in the kitchen, an invisible RSA student laughs

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Ruggie Bucchi - prankster

• gives Leona a package that appears to be from Cheka as there is a letter written in crayon and with childish handwriting

• stands near Leona's bed when he opens it

Leona Kingscholar - pranked

• he doesn't expect anything except maybe a small zebra toy

• but when he shakes the package and heard nothing he immediately thinks it is sus AF

• he glares at Ruggie, but even Ruggie doesn't appear to know anything

• he tears the wrapper, opens the box, and reads the words written ddirectly at the bottom: when will I get paid :(

• "Nice try Ruggie, I'll think about it."

• before he crashes back to his pillow, he sees Ruggie face droop along with his ears

Jack Howl - the only safe one

• by some miracle, the only student in school who did not fall into a prank

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Floyd Leech - prankster

• beware Floyd and his pranks, because he will prank just about anybody

• he started with Azul, sneaking in Azul's bedroom (with the latter still asleep) and replacing Azul's glasses with glasses with lens he colored in black marker

• next, while Jade is in the bathroom, he replaces Jade's usual school tie with one that shifts colour and pattern every hour or so (now, it currently looks like the regular school tie)

• set up buckets full of water in the first year classrooms (Epel was dowsed in one, Sebek too, the last being Grim)

• handed Divus a blank assignment (written in invisible ink), but before Divus can even scold him, he passes the paper near a fire where the answers finally appear where Divus takes it with a huff

Azul Ashengrotto - pranked

• he wakes up and puts on his glasses by the bedside table

• how come he can't see

• it takes his sort of sleepy self two minutes to put two and two together

• instantly groans, knowing that Floyd definitely has his real glasses

Jade Leech - pranked

• he puts on his tie as he normally would and walks out the room

• when Ruggie asks him why his tie looked so funky in the middle of the day, he takes it off and finds that it has a silly banana pattern

• facepalms

• h a r d

• that he walked around with who-knows-a-probably-weirder-pattern around the school

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Kalim Al-Asim - prankster & pranked

• harmlessly pranked by Jamil when he believed the milk was coconut juice (was kinda disappointed though)

• has slapped whoopee cushions everywhere underneath all the seats in Scarabia just for the heck of it to the chagrin of practically everyone

• asks Silver what's up with his blazer because what even is that

Jamil Viper - prankster

• he started with Kalim and the cocount juice

• knew full well that the seats were full of whoopee cushions and avoids sitting on all of them

• managed to trick Grim that he had tuna cans and when he gave Grim one, he excused himself that he had somewhere to go

• he watches hidden behind a pillar as Grim opens the tuna can and finds nothing but sand inside

• has to kick himself to stop his laughter from seeing Grim's disappointed face

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Rook Hunt - prankster

• he was going to prank both Vil and Epel, but after hearing how the latter was dowsed in water for first period, decides to just prank Vil

• slaps cake icing inside an empty and expensive lotion bottle and wraps it with a ribbon

• he runs to Vil in the dormitory after classes and says it was left near his doorstep so tue sender must've mixed the rooms up

• unfortunately, Vil's door is closed on him

Vil Schoenheit - pranked

• after deciding not to scold Epel with the water fiasco, he takes the lotion bottle from Rook and takes it to his room, not seeing the "and I oop" face

• he squirts out a small amount of lotion on his palm and finds that it smells... weirdly fruity

• suspicious now, he rubs it with his palms and (despite all what he knew about beauty products) licks a tiny bit of it to confirm what it was

• blueberry icing

• "... well, it could have been worse."

• ends up tripping where he uses his hands to break the fall and realizes what a big mistake he's made with his sticky palms

• internally groans

Epel Felmier - pranked (can we get an F)

• as soon as he feels his clothes get wet and the bucket land on his head, he knew he was fucked for the whole day and goes through classes with a sheepish expression

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Idia Shroud - pranked

• he decides to go outside and get something from the vending machine for once

• takes one step out and slides on a rug by his doorstep that was never there before

• "This is a warning, so maybe I'll just stay inside as always."

• gets back to his room where Ortho asks if he was just pranked as today was April Fools

• "...yep, I'm staying here the whole day."

• "Brother, no."

• unfortunately, they don't know who set up that rug

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Lilia Vanrouge - prankster

• the only person who can and will prank Malleus Draconia

• he hides a small and cheap speaker at full blast (connected to his phone) inside Malleus' closet the day prior

• plays the end part of In the Hall of the Mountain King in a loop at exactly 3 am and everyone hears it in the halls

• tricks Sebek to believe that his crappily made cake would give whoever ate it additional strength, claiming the recipe was well-known back in his day

• swaps the black coffee powder with powdered chocolate milk just because

• swaps Silver's blazer with a seemingly normal one, but the back reads: If lost, return to Malleus

Malleus Draconia - pranked

• that music is straight up panic inducing and hurries to find it

• ends up finding it half an hour and yeets it out the window because he can't turn it off

• he's annoyed but goes back to sleep

• is huffy that he can't have coffee

• promptly confused why Silver is brought to him near lunch break until he sees what's at Silver's blazer at the back

• "Did he just..."

Sebek Zigvolt - pranked

• additional strength from the cake you say? THE BETTER TO SERVE WAKA-SAMA

• does not see the already facepalming Silver preparing the morning coffee

• takes a mouthful of it and starts chewing it before realizing something was not right

• "Sebek, I didn't think you would actually eat it. I made it bad on purpose."

• now that's a way to add insult to injury

• if he thought his morning was not already humiliating enough, he gets dowsed in water by Floyd's bucket

• him the whole day be like (;*△*;)

Silver

• poor Silver already knew full well of Lilia's antics, yet he still has no way out of it

• he puts on his blazer, not expecting anything wrong

• the powdered milk instead of coffee did annoy him though

• however, when Kalim shoves him to Malleus near lunch, he's shook

• until Kalim tells him to take off his blazer to show the both of them what was embroidered at the back

• "You mean I went out like this?"

• "It appears so," says Malleus

• "Oof," from Kalim

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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may I have some hcs for how noya, suga, suna, and maybe??? tsuki (I didn't see him in your list of characters you currently write for, so I wasn't sure if you would write for him if I requested him, so I understand if you don't) react to their s/o who's in a sports team (in high school if possible unless you prefer to age them up I understand!) too (I'm not specifying/choosing so other readers can feel included!) injuring their knee during practice, but not taking it seriously and they just limp around everywhere instead of going to the doctor or trying to do something to feel better. I went too hard on badminton practice yesterday and I literally cannot bend, or put weight on my knee right now so I'm just limping around cause I'm too scared to ask my mom if she can take me to the hospital sjjjdjshs. Don't be like me pls🧍‍♀️as someone who's injured several muscles over 2 times I am begging to take this seriously if you ever get injured, I hope you're taking care of yourself!! :))

when their s/o tries to hide an injury

featuring: nishinoya, sugawara, and suna

yes, unfortunately, i don’t write for tsukki right now, but here are the other three :) i’ll let the writing do the talking, but take it easy and i hope you feel better soon!

nishinoya

he’s probably the least observant and that doesn’t mean he can’t take a hint when something’s wrong with you

but he usually doesn’t find out about it until after something happens

you two have quite the playful relationship and are no strangers to playing fighting or jumping onto each other

one day at school, he snuck up behind you to hop onto your back as he often did

and normally you wouldn’t mind and can handle it because he’s as light as a feather

but today your back didn’t take it so well as you let out a strained gasped at feeling his weight put pressure onto it

“hey, my beautiful, sweet, gorgeous-- hey, are you okay? did i hurt you?”

you knew you were going to have to have this conversation with him eventually but of course, you were too late

you wince as you try to stand up straight again, explaining that your back was already hurting from practice

“oh, well, then you should probably go see the nurse. can’t have you hurting, gorgeous.”

you promise him that it’s okay and you probably just need to stretch it out later

he hesitantly accepts your answer, but worries about you all-day long

it makes him usually quiet

so he decides that he can’t let you tolerate your pain

on your way to the gym after school for practice, you find him waiting outside

“you can’t practice today, babe.”

you actually get a little annoyed at him for trying to tell you what you can and can’t do

“oh, you’re fine? okay, then-- oops, i dropped my pen. can you pick it up for me? it’s closer to you.”

you knew where this was going

but your back said otherwise and you barely hinged forward before it felt like someone was literally stabbing you in the back

“see? you can barely bend over. i’m taking you to the nurse or a doctor or something so you can get better.”

he grabs your hand and starts leading you away when you stop and ask him about your practice and volleyball

“i talked to the coach before you got here and they agree with me. i can miss one day of practice. the rest of them would probably do the same for their s/o and besides most of them still suck at receiving so they can practice that and serving at the same time!”

you still don’t look convinced so he brings you closer to him by tugging lightly on the bottom of your school uniform

“don’t worry, beautiful. i got it all sorted out, okay?”

you finally nod and he seals his promise with a small kiss

“listen, you’re my strong, beautiful, gorgeous, smart s/o and i love you! i’ll try to pay more attention to you but i need you to let me know when you’re hurting..”

he couldn’t let you get away with a small scolding bc his oblivious ass loves you too much

sugawara

he observes but tries not to make a big deal out of it or bring it up in a confrontational way

you had a slight limp on the way to school and on the way home with him after both of your practices finished

he invited you over to hang out for a bit before your curfew and he notices that you struggled a little to sit down next to him on his bed like you were in pain

“sugar, are you alright?” he asked, his hand rubbing across your back

you tell him you’re fine

“okay...are you sure? i’m pretty sure you’ve been limping this entire day and just now it looked like it hurt to sit down.”

you admit that your hip has been bothering you ever since practice the day before and you thought it would just get better over time

“well, how bad is the pain?”

it’s not too bad, you think

he has you lay down and he tries to examine you a bit himself

“does it hurt when i lift your leg like this?”

he slowly tries to lift it to a ninety-degree angle but a sharp pain shoots right into your hip

you wince and tense up at the pain

he frowns as he immediately puts your leg down, “it’s only your hip, right? your knee doesn’t hurt or anything?”

you shake your head, still tense from the pain that it’s causing you

he lays down next to you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down you arm, “aww, i’m sorry it hurts so much, sweetness, but-- wait, you didn’t go to practice like this did you?

well, the karma was certainly hitting

he sighs, “babe, why would you-- never mind, i think you need to go see the doctor.”

that’s when the tears start to fall

he pulls you into his arms upon seeing your tears, “i know you don’t wanna go, sweetheart, but you need to get this checked out. i just hate seeing you in so much pain and they can help you feel better.”

you hate the doctor

it just makes you just feel like more of a helpless burden

“you’re not a burden, sugar. this looks serious and you shouldn’t be in so much pain. i don’t think we should let it go any longer so let’s get you bundled up in some of my sweatpants and that one sweater you like. i’ll take you and be there for you the entire time, okay?”

gives you a few reassuring kisses and lets you lay there with him for a bit longer before you get ready to go

he would never let his sweet s/o suffer and always stays true to his word

and you bet that he’ll be there when you’re confined to bed rest, making sure you’re not overexerting yourself so he can see your beautiful smile again

suna

he’s the most observant out of these three and won’t hesitate to ask about it

he didn’t see you much during the day at school but he walked you home almost every day after practice and usually ended up staying for dinner

so he always had that to look forward to

he was surprised when he got a glance of you outside the gym earlier than normal

and he really got curious when he saw how off-balanced and wobbly you seemed

you waited outside for him, not wanting to interrupt practice

you had skipped your own practice that day, seeing that nobody knew you had hurt your knee

but you knew suna would find out eventually so you were just trying to figure out what to tell him

“hey, so when were you going to tell me that you’re hurt?”

he was so quiet and stealthy that you didn’t even notice him standing there with all his stuff, ready to leave for the day

he was never less than confrontational

“and don’t try to hide it from me, babe. i can see the limp in your step.”

your knee has been hurting since practice the other day and it wasn’t getting any better

“i see. have you tried icing it or anything?”

the habitual blank expression in his face had turned downward as you shook your head

“baby, how many times do i have to tell you? you can’t just let things like this go. it’s not good for you.”

you tell him not to tell your parents or make you go to the doctor because it doesn’t hurt that bad

“of course. i can’t make you do anything, but let’s at least try putting some ice on it and elevating it first, okay?”

you agree and then he tries to pick you up, insisting on carrying you all the way home

“babe, i can do it. i’ve got a strong core, remember?”

you’re still refusing him like, ‘pls chill, i’m not dying’

“okay, but hold onto me when you need. and here, do you want to wear this? it’s a bit cold out.”

he gives you his team jacket to wear

you begin walking and you realize you’re more unsteady than you thought

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, and has you wrap an arm around his shoulders so he can steady you a little more

once you get to his house, he gets you all set up in his bed with ice and your leg propped up on a few pillows

then he makes sure you’re all cozy with plenty of blankets and him snuggled up beside you

he doesn’t look like it but he loves to dote on you even when you’re being stubborn <3

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