#//Anyway I'm rambling. I'm just glad I finally sat down and did that!!

[kingspuppet]

I'm finally combing through all my tags and putting them in a document to keep them organized so I don't have to fist fight the tagging system for not keeping my tags. (I refuse to give up my capitalization. I won't do it. You can't make me.) But that meant I also had to go back onto the old blog because I wasn't sure if I moved over every single one when I remade. I wasn't too hopeful because towards the last few months of me using the old blog it was not saving my tags at all so I had to keep remaking them. (This was a legacy issue, not beta related at all.) So, like I expected, a lot of the tags were just not going to show themselves to me. Either way, I think I got all the important ones. I hope. It was really weird though going onto the old blog though. I feel sentimental and at the same time glad that I had remade Goro because that blog was a mess. Still, it's kinda nice to just revisit it even for a few minutes. Though it is kind of annoying to see that random blogs reblogged IC and HC posts on there. Not that it matters now I suppose since it won't clog up my current feed. But it's still oddly disheartening in a way (and frustrating that personals will never know to respect the RPC's boundaries by not reblogging their things). Regardless, I think I got all of the tags I need. And if not I'll have to search for them later...But I'm glad to finally have this done because now I won't have to worry about it every time I go to make a post!

[lynnuvo]

Hi I hope I’m not bothering you but I just finished reading the reenactment fanfics and I was wondering if you’d be open to make one about “Princess and the Frog” or “Mulan” those are the only films that I remember the character having a more “got get it/work for it” attitude and relate a lot to that plus the yans would be interesting to read (to me at least I mean it’s ur writing not mine) anyway thx for the attention hope u have a great day and keep writing awsome fics :>

From 👻 anon

Hello 👻anon! Thank you so much for the touching compliment! I was wondering which fairytale to do next, so I'm glad you suggested either of those. Although it's been a long while since I've watched Princess & The Frog, I'm going to try my hand at that one since I love the story. For those who prefer a male yandere, don't worry! I'm planning on writing another version of this fairytale for you ღ

.·:*¨ ✘- It Takes Two to Tango - ✘ ¨*:·.

Characters: Yan!Charlotte x Female (Y/N) in Tiana's role In which Charlotte intends to take the only desire she can't buy: her best friend

A Tale in the Baking

When you reincarnated into your new world, you were sleeping soundly in bed with a young, blonde girl who wore a frilly dress that scratched your skin. You were pretty confused and somewhat panicked about your predicament: your childlike appearance drastically contrasted from the mature adult life you've been leading. It wasn't until the end of the week that it finally dawned that you were in the middle of the fairytale "The Princess and the Frog."

Your father, James, had passed recently. Your mother, Eudora, shared his dream of owning a restaurant to you several times already as she reminisced her late husband. Of course, you provided as much comfort as you could. Charlotte visited your home every two days, more clingy than you remembered her being in the movie (likely due to the event).

Now, while you weren't aiming to follow exactly in the true protagonist's footsteps, the prospect of owning your own restaurant sparked a fire in your heart. It was ridiculously difficult to try to own even a car in your previous world. However, there was a key difference in that world and the current one: your family was close with the La Bouffs, the wealthy family Charlotte is from.

As you grew older, you became a confident young woman who didn't dare let a soul deceive her in any way. Because your relationship with Charlotte also grew, you vowed to never let anyone deceive her as well. She was veracious and at times ill-mannered, but you knew deep down that she was also naive. You weren't sure of what the true protagonist did outside of what was told in her tale, but it was your story now. So, you defended Charlotte at every corner & convinced her to tell you of any hardships she had--or of anything, really.

Who knew that such actions intended to protect her would ultimately backfire?

Lollygagging

Ever since she was little, Charlotte dreamed of a prince coming to rescue her from trouble. She'd ramble on and on about this dream to you, who listened to her oh so intently. As time passed, this dream took a different turn. She pondered about it often, twisting the idea in her palm left and right while guys fawned over her.

One night, her father came into her room and introduced an opportunity of a lifetime: to marry Prince Naveen of Maldonia. She was ecstatic and agreed right then and there. In that same week, however, she began having second thoughts.

She visited the restaurant you worked at alone soon after. Picking up her sour mood, you took your break early and sat with her at a table, inquiring whatever was the matter. For someone like her to display such an downcast face in public was a rarity. She told you about her worries. Was marrying Naveen the right choice? What if he wasn't as great of a prince as she hoped he would be? What if she wouldn't be happy after all?

After comforting her softly, you chuckled and cheerily reassured her that everything would be well. Marrying him would mean she'd have both her best friend and the prince in her life!

(You were really hoping they'd get married. On top of Charlotte's happiness, the prince would be a great advantage in your career.)

Charlotte left the restaurant with a laugh, but your support left her heart heavier than before.

At the masquerade ball hosted by her father in honor of Naveen's arrival, Charlotte escaped to your side at every chance. As much as you loved her, her constant presence was disrupting the anxiousness you were trying to keep down. The story had already started off on the wrong foot. Where Charlotte was meant to introduce her potential relationship with her father Big Daddy was instead Big Daddy stopping by to eat with one of his clients at your restaurant, sharing the exciting news.

Once Charlotte darted into the kitchen for the eighth time that night with another excuse to talk to you, you gripped her by the shoulders, instructed her to be a good host and tend to her guests, and to not search for you until the night concluded.

Charlotte hated how you pushed away--hated hated HATED it. But still, she'd do it for you. She'd do it because you trusted she'd listen.

In the meantime, you waited in Charlotte's room until a frog jumped onto your balcony. You already knew you were going to be outbid for the mill (just like how it was in the fairytale), so you weren't wasting any time crying over a destined lost investment. When Naveen in his frog form entered the home, you rolled his eyes at his request to help him find a princess and agreed as long as he married Charlotte regardless of whatever was to happen that night. He had no problem with that.

Lucky for you, knowledge from your past life would serve your career well. You told Naveen that because Big Daddy was crowned Mardi Gras king recently, Charlotte would be a princess. All you two needed to do was to wait for the party to end.

Barely Lovely Triangle

As you suspected, Charlotte came running up to you after the ball had concluded. She chided you with tears in her eyes for leaving her alone for so long. You apologized, saying you only wanted the best for her and the Prince and that you being there likely would've prevented any action from her towards him. She begrudgedly agreed before going on to share how wonderful the dance was. She'd never danced like a royal until that day.

You nodded and "uh huh"-ed and dropped compliments as she talked. Once she concluded, you asked her to please listen to what you were about to say. She guessed the matter had to be serious enough for you to possess such a tone, but she hadn't expect an explanation about the frog beside you.

She pointed at him, a corner of her lip lifted in uncertainty. "So he's a prince, the one I was just dancing with was a fake, so I have to kiss that him to bring the prince back?"

You nodded. "Yup. Do you believe me?"

"I....I do. But what's going to happen to the fake one?"

"He'll be exposed in no time. Please, Charlotte? For me?"

Oh, you know she can't resist any request if it's for you.

Naveen, truth be told, transformed right then and there, into a dashing human of royal blood. After talking about you three's lives for a little while, he bid farewell and wished to meet you and Charlotte again soon. Knowing better now, Naveen kept his distance from danger, and low and behold, Lawrence--the man who had disguised as Naveen with the help of an evil talisman--was arrested for fraud.

Surprisingly, that was the start of a friendship trio. You, Charlotte, and Naveen hung out together every now and then in different locations. Of course, you and Charlotte remained closer than ever, but you were relieved to at least have a breath of fresh air. You didn't really have that many friends in city because you were so engrossed in either work or plotting against a destined marriage you didn't want. You were especially glad that Charlotte and even her father weren't keen on getting Charlotte married as soon as possible. Maybe with how things turned out, you no longer needed to worry about the fairytale's plot.

Too bad Naveen eventually falls in love with you anyway.

His proposal came during one of those days where only two of the three in the group were hanging out together. He happened to stop by your restaurant as you finished your shift and offered to walk you home after stopping by another location. You accepted, but you later wished you didn't once the proposal at a beautiful park happened. You rejected him kindly and reminded him that he had a duty to fulfill, and that was marrying your friend. He apologized. You felt bad, but you weren't in love with the guy! Plus, you wanted that restaurant of yours more than anything in that world. No man was going to stop your dream.

You shared what happened the next day to Charlotte at her house. In contrast to the rant you expected from her, she was...eerily calm. She inquired about the person who has your heart, and to that you told her you didn't have anyone. She nodded and recommended you stay away from Naveen for a bit. Men can take rejection quite rough was the summary of her small spiel about men this and men that. And according to her recommendation (even though you were planning to anyway), you didn't pay Naveen's business any mind. He didn't come around as often.

Over the next couple weeks, Charlotte would visit your home more often to hangout. She'd bring up the topic of romance a couple of times, but your answer remained the same: your love was for her and the restaurant you wished to own.

You'd ask about her and the prince every now and then. Her answer was the same: she wasn't as sure about marrying him anymore.

Love is the Secret Ingredient

At last, Naveen's proposal came in the privacy of a beautiful park with a pavilion and crispy lake. He had set up a picnic for Charlotte and him. They chatted as they ate, and once they concluded their afternoon meal, he popped the question.

Although Charlotte had convinced herself for days that she must accept for her dear friend, she just couldn't.

"I'm sorry, but...I don't think I can do this."

To say Naveen was disappointed was an understatement. Not only did the real thief of his heart reject him, but his business partner and friend also did. Charlotte felt guilty, but imaging herself being stolen away from you was a nightmare! And imagining you being stolen from her.....

Without a proposal to the wealthiest family in the city, Naveen was lost. He had arranged the marriage with Big Daddy to combine their influential powers (Big Daddy's wealth & Naveen's royal title despite being casted out by his family). Luckily, you arranged for him to work with you--to start him on the path of someone in your class.

Charlotte, of course, hated it.

She got an earful from Big Daddy for her rejection, but she didn't care. He would soon lose interest in the proposal as well anyway. After all, she was a Daddy's girl, and he wanted her happy.

Charlotte walked you home almost every work day. Her constant attention made you worry for her own health, but she was a ray of sunshine around you. How hurt could she be?

Soon, Naveen stopped showing up to work. The manager told you that Naveen told him he had lost motivation to work and quit. You were stooped, but when you went to visit the hotel he's been staying at since coming to the city, the receptionist shared that he left two night ago.

Charlotte told you that he happened to overhear her talking about a wealthy friend she had in another city. She arranged for him to go meet and live with the friend at his request.

You scowled with a heavy heart. "Wow. He didn't even bother saying anything to me. How shallow."

Charlotte pouted. "Yeah! He dare he! Guess it's just back to us again, huh?"

You smiled. "Yeah. You get me, Charles."

Adoration flowed through her veins. She was worried you might catch some strange aura off of her, but she wasn't lying. The situation was just premeditated. Within a week, Naveen should arrive at the hotel Charlotte had pointed him to just to find out her friend (she gave her a fake name, of course) had already left that hotel present day's tomorrow. There was no way he could afford the trip back to New Orleans. His entire trip to get there was funded by Charlotte herself.

Two months passed before a letter arrived in your mailbox. The mill that you had lost during Charlotte's ball was bought from the previous owner, and the lawyer inquired if you still wanted the property. You didn't waste any time meeting with them. You intended to sign it over to yourself, but the lawyer suggested another property--one that was more spacious and had much more potential. He offered it at the same price, just as long as you took one or the other. You accepted the second option.

Charlotte was elated to see how thrilled you were. Because you used up most of your savings on signing over the new space, she offered to help renovate the place using her money with refusal for objects. She even asked if she could work for you whenever she had time! You couldn't help but be grateful for your dear friend. You were typically too busy for other friendships, but never too busy for Charlotte.

From then on, life was like a fairytale. You worked your butt off at your new restaurant and taught Charlotte the ins and outs of active involvement. She loved it. She loved working with you. She loved watching you negotiate with hagglers and host events to promote the place. Because you were often exhausted by the end of the day, she suggested (quite strongly) that you and your mom move into her home. It was safer that you come home with someone, and her house was so big, you'd have all the privacy you want!

(Don't expect much privacy from her, though).

Suitors weren't a rare occurrence. You became quite a sought after individual as your business grew. But Charlotte knew how you felt and ensured anything causing your stress was taken care of. You tell her everything, after all!

And of course, she tells you (almost) everything. No boy ever became a problem after Naveen. And like always, despite her new insecurities towards being involved in the "working" part of business, no one was to bring her down. For instance, Charlotte overheard an employee of yours discussing her lack of tack to a chef. She mumbled about it to you over dinner, asking if she was a burden to you. The next work day, the employee praised her progress more than twice in one shift.

One night, you both decided to have a sleepover in Charlotte's room. Trying on different dresses and watching movies had tired such pretty girls out. Laying in her bed, you brushed some blonde locks away from her gorgeous face. "You know Charles, these days, I feel like you're my only true friend."

Charlotte giggled and cuddled closer into your arms. "I'll always be silly. Even if the world crashed, we'll have each other to rely on. No one else!"

"You're absolutely right. No one else."

As she drifted off to sleep in your arms, you continued to brush her hair with a smile on your face. Running a restaurant was hard work, but gambling your luck on Charlotte was even harder. It was a relief she didn't reject Naveen due to affections for another guy. As long as you continued to open your arms out to her, you'll be fine, life would be bliss.

[cloversnstrawberries]

hi! I’m the anon that requested the Vox relationship Headcannons lol (and good job they were amazing!!! Vox is such a bad person but I love him anyways <3) Could I request Lucifer (romantic) relationship Headcannons if you aren’t too busy? <3

yandere!lucifer x gn!reader general headcanons ! !

masterlist !

warnings; possessiveness, overprotectiveness, Lucifer being a very questionable person (he's very much not human and i tried to play that up that he doesn't really understand human morals or anything), murder, violence, religious references (enough that i felt the need to tag it), manipulation, guilt tripping, marking (scarring), and probably more that I didn't tag :[ i'm very bad at remembering things. once the words are written down they're out of my brain, so please tell me if i missed anything really big!!

additional notes; these are mostly about you two meeting/first getting together, i hope i did well on your request :]] and thank you so much!! i had a lot of fun writing the vox headcanons and playing around with how terrible he is!! :D i'm glad i did it justice :]

w/c; 1.8k

You and Lucifer probably met at the hotel, in this case Reader was one of the first residents (besides Angel and Pentious) to join the hotel.

When you two first met, you honestly didn't know he was Lucifer. You'd died after he started hiding from the public eye, and never looked into him much. Maybe you've seen pictures of him before, but you never put two and two together.

He was sitting on the sofa in the foyer when you first saw him, and he looked friendly enough. He was wearing duck pajama's after all, and that didn't strike you as very terrifying.

You thought he was a plain old resident, and you walked over to introduce yourself to him; and from there, it went rather smoothly.

You asked if you could sit next to him, and he readily agreed-- he looked a little shocked at first, but over the moon that someone was talking to him. When you started talking, he was quick to catch on that you didn't recognize him. You really thought he was another sinner,

He was very quick to get attached to you, primarily because you didn't have any fear as you talked to him. So, he lied-- just a little lie of omission, though! When you asked for his name, he'd thought for a moment, before deciding on "Lucy."

You smiled, soft and radiant and Lucifer felt like he'd finally seen the sun again after being holed up in his palace for so long. The real sun, the one he helped hang in the sky with careful, caring hands. You didn't have any reason to not believe him on his name, so you were none the wiser.

Your conversation lasted for a few hours-- you two had been up insanely early, around 3AM. Both of you were unable to sleep, and Lucifer had come down to watch some TV. It was muted, and the subtitles were on. You two quietly chatted about this and that, sometimes about the random shows you were watching.

By the time everyone else woke up, Vaggie being the first one down with Charlie a close second, you and Lucifer were already getting along like a house on fire.

When Charlie came down, she immediately beelined it to the two of you, Vaggie had sat down on one of the armchairs, wearily watching as you Lucifer talked.

"Oh my gosh!" Charlie exclaimed, and when you looked at her, she had that wide-eyed, excited look on her face-- one you'd only really seen in children before, still oblivious to the hardships of the world.

'Lucy' looked startled-- he was so engrossed in your conversation that he hadn't even realized the time. When Lucifer looked at Charlie, he couldn't even wish her a good morning before she launched into one of her rambles.

"When you came here, I didn't think you'd make any friends-- It's nothing against you, dad! people are just usually so scared of you-- well, because you're the devil, but i hoped you'd find a friend and you did--!"

Lucifer got extremely nervous as she kept going on and on-- he looked over to you, and you looked at him a little... differently. You'd definitely caught on to who he was, but he couldn't help but to try and do damage control. He was too attached by now, he'd be devastated if you shied away from him because of his (entirely deserved, but that's besides the point) reputation.

He felt horrible cutting his daughter off, but she didn't take it too bad. She looked sheepish, saying a quick "Sorry... I just get so excited! I'm just really happy you found someone to talk to besides me and Vaggie."

"He doesn't talk to me that much, Babe." Vaggie called from the armchair, and Charlie looked over and gave a non-committal shrug aimed toward her girlfriend. Still better than how much to talks to anyone else, you were sure Charlie would've said next if given the chance.

The damage was already done, he'd thought. He recognized that it was absolutely ridiculous how fast he'd fallen (hah!) for you, how quickly he'd sunk his claws into the idea of you and never wanted to let go,

But you... didn't care. You'd gotten to know him enough that you didn't see him as much of a threat. Sure, you felt pretty silly for thinking he was just a regular sinner like you, and not knowing that he was the literal devil, but otherwise you didn't see him very differently. If he'd raised someone as sweet as Charlie, then you decided that he couldn't be that bad, right?

Lucifer was touched by your sentiment, and completely unbeknownst to you, you'd just sealed your fate-- for better (or more likely) for worse.

You two's relationship moved... really fast, a little too fast for your liking, even. Not even a month after you'd properly met the man, he was already asking you on a date. At first, you'd had half the mind to decline him--

But something deep, deep in the back of your brain-- some primal sort of prey drive left over from your time alive, begged you to just go along with it. You didn't know why dread was curling in your stomach at the mere thought of politely declining his request-- to just say "I'm sorry... I'd like to get to know as a friend a little longer before considering being anything else."

You'd accepted, against your better wishes, sure-- but you'd still agreed to a dinner date regardless. It was a funny sight, seeing Lucifer bounce up and down on his heels as he turned and basically began to skip away, calling over his shoulder that'd he'd 'pick you up' by 7 tomorrow.

One date turned to two, then three-- and each time you'd wanted to put to a stop to it. It's not like you dislike Lucifer-- not at all, it's not even that you don't view him as a possible partner. You just felt like it was going way, way too fast for your personal preference.

And before you knew it, he was touting you around as his new partner. Charlie was ecstatic-- hell, she was even calling you her new parent. You didn't know if it was a fallen angel/hell born thing, or just something with Lucifer and Charlie--

It felt strange. You didn't know how to feel about it, so you tried to shove it from your mind.

When you got involved with the Devil-- when you found out the man you'd been chatting to over a crappy reality show was Lucifer himself, you knew he wouldn't abide by human measures.

Because he wasn't human, he never had been-- not like you had. He'd always observed humans from afar, both before his fall and afterward, though he only interacted with the worst of the worst down here.

His definition of things would be twisted, you understood that. It still freaked you out how... quick to violence he was. At first, you thought that maybe everything said about him was wrong, you know it was stupid to assume that-- all stories had their basis, after all;

But maybe he'd gotten past that, you thought. Maybe he'd gotten softer over the millennia's he's been around for?

When you got into a romantic relationship (halfway against your will, halfway not), you soon realized that nope! he definitely deserved his title as the devil, tormentor of souls!

Because-- holy shit, Did Lucifer have a mean streak when it came to anyone he perceived as a threat to you or your relationship. You'd considered confronting him about once or twice, how cruel he could be. He always brushed you off about it, and you never had the guts to push the issue.

I'm talking sinners eviscerated within a millisecond if they look at you "too long" (Lucifer never seemed to have a set definition of "looking too long", sometimes he let people get away with staring for a minute or two, and sometimes they barely glanced your way before he lashed out), entire restaurants-- hell, entire blocks cleared of any living being if someone dares you flirt with you and think they can get away with it (again, Lucifer's definition of 'flirting' is very... loose).

Lucifer doesn't wait, he doesn't let anyone try to stop him. Doesn't listen to you either, and if you're upset after his outburst, then he'll apologize. He never apologizes for the outbursts themselves, he apologizes for upsetting you with them, or that you had to see them.

Despite knowing that he's the devil, knowing that you should've expected this-- you still don't like it.

Because deep down, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that if he thought you were flirting with someone, that you were being unfaithful, he'd turn right around and do the same damn thing to you.

In reality, he'd delude himself into thinking that you were forced into doing that. You didn't mean to upset him, that you were manipulated into it! It was never his darlings fault, he'd picked his lover well! They wouldn't betray him, that'd be silly.

He doesn't see anything wrong with his behavior, the only time he feels even a little bit guilty is when you start distancing yourself from him because of it. You don't want to go out with him anymore, you're avoiding him--

So, although with massive difficulty, Lucifer tones it down. He wants you to feel safe around him-- at the core of it, his possessiveness stemmed from what was once protectiveness. One of his original duties was to protect and monitor the humans in the Garden, first Lillith and Adam, then Eve and Adam. His very purpose was to protect in those days!

He confronted you about it, about you avoiding him. He tried to ignore how you shook like a leaf-- but he couldn't but feel relief when the trembling slowly came to halt as you two talked it out. How he really doesn't mean to do this, to scare you.

It came off more like a string of excuses than an apology, but you had to take what you could get with him.

Eventually, you got on better terms. Started going out on dates again, and he actually did stay true to his word, believe it or not. He didn't maul people for looking at you-- even though he desperately wanted to,

However... you had been permanently scarred around your waist, where he always held you to keep you close. He'd dig his claws in so far that he could feel your ribs head-on before he realized and stopped, healing you quickly while apologizing like no tomorrow.

He could heal you completely, make sure there were scars or evidence of his claws ever being embedded in your flesh,

...Predictably, he never does heal it all the way. He never explains why he does it, but you've got a pretty good guess.

He views it as a claim of sorts. You can do nothing against it.

Lucifer is definitely the type to guilt trip you into staying-- if he so much as thinks you're considering leaving him, or distancing yourself again, he won't talk to you directly about it or anything.

He will, however, pull you aside and cry into your arms about how hard it is for him, using his depression, Lillith leaving him, his Father turning His back on him, his strained relationship with Charlie-- anything and everything he can think of that would make you feel bad to leave him alone.

It works every time, even though 9 times out of 10 you weren't even thinking about you two's relationship at the time he pulled you aside.

[deep-fried-egg]

We can still be friends

CW: g!p, smut, blowjob, short. Very short, r gets friend zoned

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

I have never been high before.  And I know that's probably a surprise when it's coming from the best friend of a girl that gets high almost every day! But I've just never thought about it.  Until today of course...

Vada and I were passing a joint  back and forth while she giggled at something I was saying. It was funny seeing her like this. Her hair was in a bun, she had on an orange sweater with some grey sweatpants. she looks so cute!

I'm glad I could finally see her relaxed like this after all the shit she endured from the shooting.  Actually, that's how we met! we hod in a bathroom stall together when there was some dumbass with a gun at our school.

we're both mostly over it now but sometimes when I hear fireworks it just triggers a trauma response in my head and I think it's happening all over again...

but that's enough about that topic... I need to be relaxing.  that's why I'm trying weed anyway! she told me it would help me relax. so here I am.  smoking weed with my best friend that I admittedly have a little crush on...

she doesn't know that though.  and she certainly doesn't have to.

"Have you ever given someone a blowjob?" Vada  asked with a sly smile while passing another puff of smoke into her mouth and then exhaling through her nose.  She looked so beautiful with her lips slightly parted...  and that stupid grin on her face.

I nearly choked on the smoke I had inhaled from the blunt.  "wha..." I sputtered while coughing violently. I hadn't expected her to ask me that!

"have you...?" I  asked her back, hoping I didn't sound as flustered as I felt.

"what? no! I am so awkward..."  she laughed at herself. "I'm surprised you haven't! you're like... the fuck princess!"

I let out a laugh too. "what does that mean?'

"You know! the fuck princess!"

"well, that's on me I guess.  never assume." Vada  just shrugged and rolled her eyes.  I couldn't stop laughing. 

"well actually I was gonna say... you wanna try it?" Vadas question made me confused... she doesn't have a dick! how could I try it?

"how? I mean neither of us have a dick right?" 

she smirked again. "you sure? because I do." I tried not to react, but I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks.  "if you don't want to don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do but-"

she cut off her own ramblings when she realized I wasn't responding anymore.  instead, I was staring at her with wide eyes.  "is that a yes?"

  she asked nervously. "because I really wouldn't mind if you said no. I know I can get kind of forward."

"yes," I replied without hesitation.

She grinned widely and pulled me closer by my shirt.  she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine. I returned the kiss eagerly and  wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine.   She moaned quietly and  started to move her hands along my body, slowly sliding them down my torso.

I responded by grinding my hips against hers.  she pulled away  for a moment and stared at her lap.  I followed her gaze and saw her hard  cock straining against her sweatpants.

"Fuck... I'm sorry I'm just excited..."  she whispered . 

"don't be sorry..." I replied before tugging on the waistband of her sweats  and pushing them down to her thighs. My hands immediately went to the bulge that sat directly under her boxers.

I palmed it gently, stroking the skin underneath. I have no clue how to do this... I've never touched a dick before!

I pulled down vada's boxers  completely, revealing her huge cock... fuck.  how am I supposed to do this?

I  hesitated, thinking about what to do next.  but then she groaned and grabbed my shoulders, urging me to take her cock into my mouth . I did what she wanted, running my tongue along its length until I reached the tip.

Vada moaned softly, grabbing a good handful of my hair and  pulling it roughly, making me yelp loudly.  I quickly  took her cock into my mouth and  began to bob my head up and down,  slowly stroking the part I can't fit in my mouth.

I have no clue what to  do.  I want to make her cum but how do I do that?  I guess I'll just figure it out sooner or later.

a moaned again and pulled my hair even more harshly than before. I winced but continued .  after a few minutes her moans turned to gasps and whimpers of pleasure.

I felt Vada's hips buck involuntarily  against my mouth causing me to gag .  "shit" she whimpered softly. "I - " then she stopped and bit her lip lightly, closing her eyes briefly. "fuckkkkkkk" she hissed. 

I then felt Vada tense up and let out a sharp gasp before  she came undone in my mouth. I somehow swallowed everything in one try.  my throat burns and my mouth tastes gross but it's worth it.

"Is this gonna... ruin our friendship?" I  asked timidly. "Yeah... we can still be friends."

[alieinthemorning]

Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage

Pronouns: None

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"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"

You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.

He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.

"Man, I'm glad I married ya."

It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.

"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.

"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.

"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"

"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up  and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.  

His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.

"Man, yer ma is a good cook."

You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."

"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."

You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.

"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.

"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.

Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.

This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.

You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.

"Feedin' a friend of yers?"

You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."

She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"

You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.

"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.

But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.

You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.

You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.

"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."

He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"

"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."

"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."

I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it. 

Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[kira-broflovski]

Friends Like That || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are aged up

"So, yeah."

"What assholes, aren't they supposed to be your friends?"

"I mean I understand, but..."

"It's still shitty."

"Yeah." Kenny's voice was somehow even softer through the phone.

He had called you because Stan, Kyle, and Eric were going to see a new movie that came out, but they only paid for their own ticket and they were way too expensive. Naturally, Eric rubbed it in his face of how poor he was.

You offered to see it with him and you would pay for both tickets, but he declined. He didn't want you to waste your money on him just because his friends were being a little mean.

"Wanna come over?" You asked after a minute or two of silence.

"Sure," he mumbled. "It'll beat hanging out with those guys."

Suddenly, you caught yourself blushing at the thought he would prefer hanging out alone with you than with the guys.

"Of course it will, and we can shove it in their faces that we had more fun than them!"

His laugh sounded through the phone. Oh how you wish you were recording this conversation so you could hear his genuine, gentle laughter whenever you wanted to.

"It always does, Y/N." He was glad you couldn't see him, his grin was so wide that his cheeks were beginning to hurt.

"Good." He could almost hear your little smile through the call. "I'll see you in a few minutes, Kenny."

"See ya." With that, he hung up.

Quickly, you scrambled to tidy up your cosy apartment before he arrived: cleaning dishes, and putting them away; picking up dirty clothes; and wiping down any surface. Even you were shocked at how you accomplished so much in so little time.

With perfect timing, the doorbell rang.

You happily opened the door to reveal none other than Kenny, who stood over you with a subtle smile that widened at the sight of you.

"Hey, Kenny."

"Hey, Y/N."

"Are you going to come in or just stay out in the corridor?" You laughed as you waited for him to come in.

"What if I did just stay out there?" He retorted, slipping off his jacket and hanging it up.

"I don't think it would be very fun, you idiot." You playfully pushed him.

"Why would I stay out there anyways?" He began. "Hanging out with you is way more fun. In any situation, I would rather be with you than anyone else." He shrugged and lightly pushed you back.

You were just going to pretend you didn't hear that for the sake of your heart. That was, until he kept rambling.

"Especially if the choice is between you and the guys. I can't believe those guys, I mean why would they invite me and wait for me to meet them before telling me how much the tickets were, especially if they weren't going to pay." He was obviously still annoyed, and you couldn't blame him. "That's the thing! I would have paid if they told me it was gonna cost more, but they really just pissed me off so much."

After setting up the console so you could play all your shared favourite games, you sat on the sofa next to him and gave him a sympathetic look while he stared straight ahead.

"Man, fuck those guys anyways." You scoffed, starting to feel angry on his behalf.

"It's not all too bad," he said and turned his head to finally look at you. "I mean that did lead me here with you, after all."

He wants you. So bad.

The entire situation has made him fed up, and he wants nothing more than to make you his partner.

Neither of you realised how close the two of you were. Your faces, and lips, were inches apart.

"I'm glad you ended up here, I always am when you come over." You whispered, stealing a glance at his lips.

"I'm always glad to come over, Y/N."

You could hear your heart beating in your own chest. Is this really going to happen?

"Y'know, you're always welcome, Kenny." You decided to press a quick kiss to his cheek and pulled back.

He was at a loss for words, but you could tell it was a good decision by the deep blush on his face and the stars in his eyes.

"C'mere." He smiled, leaned in more, and cupped your cheeks softly, before gently kissing you on the lips.

When you both pulled away, you were staring at each other in a comfortable silence before he broke it again.

"This is way better than being with the others!"

[hiding-under-the-willow]

👀!!

A much longer little writing blurb regarding my Watcher RT. This was my first experiment with a scene that inspired both this drawing and this comic. I never ended up finishing it because the idea for the scene itself has evolved as my idea for the project I'm planning for him evolved over time and it seemed like a waste to put a bunch of effort into writing a complicated poker scene, with an at the time undefined character, that was just a draft for something I'd be remaking later, but I am incredibly fond of this whole thing so it might as well see the light of day

When the man at the top of the stairs looks up from his card, he’s beaming, like he’s seeing an old friend for the first time, all fondness and anticipation.

“Ah, glad to see you finally made it,” He carefully folds down the card, hiding his hand from view as he leaves them face down on the table, gesturing for his guest to approach, “Come on, have a seat, have a seat.”

They hesitate at the top of the stairs. They aren’t exactly sure when they got here. They can’t remember the journey up the steps, though they’re sure they took the climb, and they can’t quite remember where they started. They take the step forward towards the table anyways, and take a seat across from the man. It wasn’t like there was anywhere else to go.

The world around them is strange. For all intents and purposes, it seemed as if the little platform at the top of the stairs was nowhere. It was made of nothing, at least no particular discernible material. It just glowed, swirling light of whites and yellows and pale blues, solid beneath their feet though it didn’t look like it should be. The stairs were the same, glowing, free floating, out in the nothingness.

It looked almost like the night sky, dotted with stars and painted with subtle twisting colors, reds and blues and purples, far off gaseous nebulae bleeding into each other, glowing with stars too far away to ever feel the heat of their fire on your skin. The problem with the theory that it was in fact just the night sky, was that it was all around them. They could see over the edge of the platform, and the scene seemed to stretch on just as infinitely below them as it did up.

There was a sound in the air as they sat across from the strange man, like a chorus of whispers, the shape of words more so than the sound of anything in particular. It made it hard to focus on what exactly he was saying.

“Y’know it’s been awhile since I’ve gotten to talk to one of you lot,” He was picking up the mess of card on the table, shuffling them all back into the stack; playing cards with unusual markings, more jokers than there should be in a normal deck, each with unique art of their own, what looked like colorful tarot cards, swept up too quick for them to get a good look. They had no fucking clue what game he was supposed to be playing. 

He continued speaking, “I’m usually put on jobs that involve a bit more face to face interaction, but I decided to do a favor for my buddy and ended up watching over this world. It’s been a much longer assignment than I thought it would be. Entertaining enough, certainly, I’ve put a lot of work into that I’ll have you know, but a bit lonely,” He kept rambling, shuffling the deck. They were paying more attention to the symbol that marked the back of each card, a symbol they recognized, though it took a moment for them to realize why, “So, anyways, I’m glad we’ve gotten to meet face to face, despite the circumstances.”

They looked up from the cards, their gaze meeting his. He was still smiling, seemingly unbothered by the disturbed look that had made its way onto their face.

“Something wrong?” He asked, cheery as ever.

“You- You're the one who cut off the admin panel.” It wasn’t an accusation or a question, just a statement of fact. Their eyes shifted back to the cards again, to the symbol that had kept them out of this strange world’s code ever since they’d arrived. It wasn’t until his gaze followed theirs that he seemed to realize where exactly the statement had come from.

“Oh, right, that!” He still didn’t seem at all shaken by their dawning horror at the realization, “That’s just standard procedure for this type of world. It’d distract the players from the story if they were still stuck handling all of the code, better to just handle it ourselves. Helps maintain their immersion, y’know?” He continued absentmindedly shuffling the cards, “It’s what we were made for originally, just to help with the code, so it’s not like it’s hard to take on or anything.”

Their thoughts were running a million miles a minute, new and old questions flooding their head as they were trying to process the information they were being given. They stumbled over their words for a minute, and he just kept giving them that patient smile.

“Why?” They eventually managed to spit out.

He shrugged nonchalantly, “The players of this world wanted a story. I was assigned the job of facilitating it.”

There was an anger that flooded them at the simplicity of the statement, thinking about what exactly they’d found when they’d wandered into this world for their own job.

“Whatever the fuck you’re doing here, it’s not fucking facilitating a story.” His smile dropped for the first time since they’d found him, his brows furrowing as they continued, “You’ve cut them off from the rest of the fucking world, made them forget they were ever anything other than the characters they’re playing.”

There was a long pause, the two of them staring at each other. They could see the gears turning in his head.

“Look, you don’t have to understand my work, or enjoy it. We have a disagreement of opinion in that department, I already knew that about you before I brought you here to talk.” There was a barely contained anger behind the words, a sudden level coldness that sent shivers down their spine, “However, I would appreciate it greatly if you kept any inflammatory opinions to yourself.”

The air almost seemed heavier than before. The cards were motionless in his hands as he stared them down. There was a buzzing around them, a frenzied sound, closing in on them. They wanted to speak, but the words caught in their throat.

Then he spoke again, and the tension seemed to clear all at once, his voice friendly again, the shuffling of the cards cutting through the buzzing whispers around them, “On that note, I understand you have a lot of questions, and I would like to give you the opportunity to ask them, so I’m proposing a little game.”

“I’m not playing anything with you.” They say, pushing their chair back to stand.

There is a force, something in the air that stops them, a pressure on their shoulders, keeping them from standing.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He says, not looking up from the cards, “Just hear me out for a moment, friend.”

“We’re not friends.”

He ignores the comment, continuing, “I’d usually propose something a bit more consequential, but truly I’m just a bit bored out here by myself, so I’d just like to play a bit of poker, the simple version you humans are used to, nothing fancy.” He looks up at them, “You don’t even have to win.” He says, like it’s some kind of blessing, “Just play a round with me, and then you can ask a question, I’ll answer. Simple as that. It can end whenever you’d like.”

They hesitate.

“Why?” They ask.

“Why, what?” He says in return, a feigned look of innocence on his face.

“I’ve been trying to figure out this world, what the hell’s been going on here, for weeks. Why decide to start answering questions now? Why reveal yourself now?”

He hums in acknowledgement. There is a thoughtful look on his face, something strange in his eyes.

“Do you remember where you were before here?” He asks them.

“Of course-” They begin to answer, only for the words to die in their throat. They tried to conjure up an idea of what they’d done that day, when they’d woken up, who they’d seen, what they’d been planning to do, how exactly they had gone from the overworld to this… place. Everything came up blank. Hell, they couldn’t even remember what day it was, what they’d done the day before. It was like the world had just dissolved at some point and spit them out here without them noticing.

They stare down at the table, mouth opening and closing while they searched for the right words, eyes wide.

“Right,” He says in acknowledgement, sighing, “Well, eventually you’ll figure that out, and at that point I suppose you will understand why now.”

“Why can’t I…” They hold the edge of the table, try to keep their hands from shaking, “What did you do?”

“Oh, me?” He chuckles, “Nothing at all in that department, actually. That’s just your own small, strange, human brain reacting to its current circumstances. Not used to the void, not used to…” He trails off, staring into the nothingness around them. He clears his throat, perks back up, “Well, it’ll sort itself out eventually.”

“My point, though,” He continues, “Is that after our game, once you’ve decided you have all the information you need, I have a different proposition for you, one to help us end this whole predicament we’re in, so we can stop running circles around each other and just go back to our jobs.”

“And why can’t you just give me that proposition now, skip the theatrics?” They ask, eyes narrowed, “Why agree to answer any of my questions at all?”

“Well,” He chuckles, “I figured you’d want to be well informed before you made a decision, but if you’d rather not play, I suppose I could just give you my offer now.” He finally places down the deck, folds his hands on the table in front of him, “Though I have to say I’d be a bit disappointed to lose out on the opportunity for a good game.”

For a moment it is silent, other than that continued incessant chorus of whispers in the air. He simply looks at them expectantly, awaits their answer, that calm, friendly smile unwavering on his face. It feels like he is looking right through them.

Their eyes do not leave him.

“So?” He eventually asks, head tilting to the side like an owl studying its prey, eyes unblinking.

They are still clinging to the table, like it may somehow ground them.

“Fine.” They agree, tone venomous, “I’ll play your game.”

“Oh, wonderful!” He perks up immediately, clapping with excitement, and for once, that smile on his face looks entirely genuine.

“But,” They cut in again, and he pauses his celebration to stare at them, “I have one condition; I’m not doing your stupid one question per round thing, as long as we play I can ask as many questions as I want, and you have to answer them.”

He nods, shrugging, “Fair enough, I can allow that.”

They stare at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowed.

“Really? That easy?”

They blink and suddenly the table is set for the game, chips and cards dispersed as necessary.

He beams, pulling his hand from the table in front of him, “That easy.” He confirms, “I’m not unreasonable.” He turns his attention to his cards, looking over them.

[siriannatan]

Just Go With Your Feelings 3/4

I really hate travelling. It nearly made me forget I had a whole fic done and waiting to be shared.

Scott sat silently chewing if he should tell fWhip everything. “Let's hear it,” he said, feeling like there was a rock in his stomach. Stupid Owen, always complicating his plans.

fWhip said nothing and just pressed play on his phone.

“...oh and Scott,” it was clearly not the whole thing. “I'm done being your puppet and babysitting you for your family. Yeah, I never liked you in the first place. I was your friend only because your family was cutting part of the debt off for getting info on you and…”

“That's enough,” Scott sighed and curled up.

“Nothing to say?” He could tell fWhip was glaring without looking at him.

“What is there to say? My family likes keeping an eye on me even after kicking me out. Is it so shocking?” Scott grimaced. He hated his family. “Owen's most likely dead. Probably had a gun to his head as he recorded this. And now,” he finally looked at fWhip even if he could tell there were tears in his eyes, “there's a big ass target on your back,” he poked at fWhip's chest. “And I can't tell you if it'll be gone if I go somewhere else. You're a good lawyer, my brother likes having good lawyers…”

Scott let it hang in the air. Tears slowly started to fall down. “Owen likely knew there would be nothing on my phone that could give him an alibi. And he probably killed the broker on my brother's orders. They knew Owen would be gone as soon as the debt was so the brokers were likely forbidden from messing with it. But this one got greedy…” Scott rambled, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

fWhip was still silently sitting there.

“I didn't jump under your car on purpose or anything. I had no clue Owen hired you,” he sighed, assuming fWhip would ask about that. But he remained silent. “I'll go and pack,” she whispered but as he was about to stand up fWhip stopped him. “What? Say something, fWhip,” Scott hugged, but was glad fWhip reacted in any way.

“What happens when you're alone? Will you get dragged home?” fWhip asked but didn't look up.

“Most likely, Mom's been pretty insistent on me coming back since Dad died,” Scott admitted bitterly. “And Xor would do anything she says.”

“You're staying then,” he declared, finally looking up. He looked pretty determined.

“Why? They're definitely coming after you if I stay. You want to be the mafia's lawyer that badly?”

“No. But I'd feel pretty shitty if you got dragged somewhere you don't want to go when I could do something about it,” fWhip shrugged.

“You're so righteous it's annoying,” Scott sighed, deflating into the couch. “Almost making me feel like you like me Mr definitely-not-gay,” he forced out a joke.

fWhip cringing at that had him calm down a bit. At least some things were normal. Even if still annoying. 

“Still not gay?” Scott decided to poke fWhip to make himself feel a bit better. “What if I'll take my shirt off? Will you still not be gay then?” Scott asked with a smirk.

“If you’re done then…”

“Then what? You'll tuck me into bed again?” Scott practically taunted. Why do fWhip's reactions only make him want to poke the lawyer more? “Did you kiss my forehead goodnight or were you too scared of your own feelings?”

Annoyingly fWhip just sat there as Scott poked and prodded for any reaction.

“I'm going to bed,” the lawyer announced and just left. Like a total jerk.

“Oi, I'm not done with you yet!” Scott protested.

“But I'm done with this conversation,” fWhip shrugged not stopping.

Scott seethed for a while before getting up. fWhip was bound to kick him out any day now anyway with his family getting involved. So he followed him to his bedroom and the ensuite bathroom.

“What are you doing?” fWhip asked, only sweatpants on.

“Boring. I thought you slept nude with how tightly you pack yourself in here,” Scott chuckled crowding fWhip against the counter. Mirror was nice, made it hard for fWhip to hide his cute reactions. “Come on fWhip, I'm the last person who's going to think any less of you if you're gay, just admit that you like this,” he mused, right against fWhip's ear. Pushing him as close to the lawyer as physically possible.

“Scott stop this…” fWhip huffed but his blush was damn obvious. “Scott…” his breath hitched as Scott wrapped one arm around his waist.

“Or what? You'll kick me out after insisting so strongly I stay?” Scott chuckled, just grazing a finger along the band of fWhip's pants.

He felt like he was about to get addicted. Nothing ever could compare to the feelings fWhip's blushing face conjures in him.

“That's… Sto… Scott…” fWhip huffed, and finally pushed back strong enough for Scott to fall back.

“Wow, so strong, what a brute,” Scott chuckled looking up at fWhip. Oh, his glares were pretty good too. Scott wanted fWhip to only ever look at him.

“Stop messing around Scott. I told you I'm not interested,” fWhip huffed, attempting to regain composure. How cute.

“Little fWhip thinks otherwise,” Scott chuckled, trying to get up but there was nothing for him to grab.

fWhip glared and mouthed something but never produced any sound. “Just go to your room and leave this topic alone,” he finally said, offering Scott both his arms.

So easy, Scott thought as he pulled fWhip down. He didn't really worry about his ankle but was still happy that fWhip didn't land on it. “But you're so cute when I mess with you,” he whispered with a grin. Their faces were so close. Just a little push forward and he could kiss fWhip. Would he bite if he did? “Don't you want to at least try it?” He asked leaning just slightly forwards. 

Their lips were practically touching. But fWhip wasn't pulling back. Just glaring at Scott. He held fWhip's gaze with his own flirting stare.

“You're the worst,” fWhip sighed sitting back. “I'll say it one last time. I'm not gay. I'm not into guys. I'm not interested in a relationship with you or at all. Not even trying it out as you put it,” he calmly said with a cold stare. “I'm letting you stay despite the danger, for selfish reasons so go to your room, or should I carry you like the brat you are?”

Scott shuddered. He definitely likes fWhip talking him down. “I don't know,” Scott shrugged pushing his crutch away. “What do you think?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

He expected to be gently picked up like a bride or a princess. But fWhip just tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And yes, fWhip was very nicely built under his suits. Six-pack and all. But it was still a lot for Scott. He could not hold back a moan.

He could swear he heard fWhip mutter, “whore”. And that was absolutely doing it for Scott. 

“You can't do that and then just tuck me in,” he protested once deposited in his bed. fWhip just wordlessly wrapped him tightly in the covers and left. “fWhip? fWhip! FWHIP!” Scott yelled but to no avail. “Did I push too hard?” He wondered with a sigh. “He could have at least given me a kiss goodnight.” 

He wanted fWhip to ruin him yesterday.

fWhip avoided his apartment for a few days. Staying in hotels and the office. But eventually, he had to come back.

Just for one night. He purposely came home late hoping Scott would be already asleep. But there was no Scott at home. Just a single light above the dining table and a phone and an envelope on it.

Scott's family was on the move. He barely approached the table when the phone rang. ‘Brother-in-law’ the caller ID said. Scott's brother, fWhip guessed and picked up.

“Hello dear brother-in-law,” he was instantly greeted with a cold voice. “Don't worry, my brother is perfectly fine, currently having dinner with our loving mother,_ the voice assured.

“How can I trust you?” fWhip asked, glancing about for an ambush or anything really.

“Turn on the speaker and open the envelope,” the voice said, clearly amused.

fWhip did. Inside were photos of every time Scott pushed him or against him. And of the night fWhip carried Scott to bed. If anyone saw this without any context…

“If you want Scott to be able to leave home and these to stay between us, you'll go to the location I'll send in a text, alone, so we can discuss our future as family okay?” The caller said and cut the call immediately.

fWhip took a deep breath in as he stared at the photos and the phone that quickly lit up with an incoming text message. An address for an old abandoned school. And a specific classroom.

With a grimace, fWhip grabbed the phone and his keys and went there.

[garden-of-gay]

You're On Your Own Kid Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Hey y’all I'm back and here to deliver the comfort that I promised so here it is. This is the final chapter but is most likely just the start of my Taylor Swift themed Steddie because I love both. I may drop a poll in case you guys want to vote on which song I do next. We will see though because a boi gets burnt out easily. You also get some smut in this chapter because my boys deserve to be intimate in a loving context and I’m a sappy gal. Anyways, sorry for the rambling, enjoy the chapter :)

Perfect Kiss

Steve didn’t remember falling asleep, he had planned to close his eyes for a bit but hadn’t expected to doze. When he awoke, he found that Eddie was still holding him tight. It made Steve’s heart swell. He looked ethereal, Steve had always found Eddie to be pretty but with the way that the early morning light filtered into the room, the soft mess of his curls, and the serene expression on his face he looked down right angelic. Steve took a moment to admire his features, the slope of his nose, the smile lines around his eyes, the way his lips looked so soft and kissable. It would be so easy to just lean over and….

“Nope…nope…nope” Steve thought

Eddie began to stir and Steve decided it would probably be best to stop staring now. He found that he couldn’t though, no matter how much he tried he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Eddie. 

“Good morning, Sunshine. I can feel you staring” Eddie said, peeking his eyes open.

Steve thought that even the sound of Eddie’s sleepy voice made him sound hotter than ever. His face flushed not only because he was caught but…also Eddie's voice made him feel things. 

“I’m hungry, you want breakfast Stevie?” He said

“Yeah, I could eat, thanks Eds” He replied

“No, problem, you good with eggs? I don’t really make breakfast” Eddie stated sheepishly

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds fine” 

-

They made their way to the kitchen and Eddie began to prepare breakfast while Steve made coffee. They danced around each other in the small kitchen trying to avoid bumping into each other. It all felt so domestic; Steve wished to have this every morning for the rest of his life. The smell of coffee, the chaos of the small kitchen, but most importantly Eddie. Steve couldn’t believe mornings could be this peaceful and warm. 

-

Fifteen minutes later, both Steve and Eddie sat down at the couch with their plates of food and mugs of coffee. Eddie had just finished sipping from his Garfield mug when Steve spoke up.

“Dude, this is like SUPER good, what the hell?”

“I don’t know, they are just regular eggs! I made them the same way I always do.” Eddie said with a bewildered expression

“Well you did something!! They are delicious and like ... .you're going to have to make eggs for me for the rest of my life because there is no way I can ever eat any other eggs.” Steve hadn’t meant to say the last part aloud and could feel his face heating up. In an attempt to cover his panic, Steve started to ramble. 

“You know, the last time I had eggs this good was when I was hungover back in the days where I still hosted parties. I had drunk way too much the night before and was too tired to make anything other than eggs but knew I needed to eat. It was probably the worst hangover I have ever experienced, only heightened by the fact that I had nothing in my stomach when I started drinking.” 

Eddie looked at him with concern and spoke

“You know you’re not supposed to do that right!? Like that is super not good and this is coming from a guy who makes most of his income from dealing drugs.”

“Yeah, I know…those were back in the days where I would starve myself because I thought I had to look perfect for anyone to like me. That and also knowing about another dimension and reeling with that made it really hard to eat anything for a while” Steve chuckled with a twinge of sadness.

“You do look perfect though Stevie, at least to me.” Eddie looked away from Steve as he spoke and Steve was secretly glad because his stupid brain was ten seconds from blurting out his love for Eddie. 

“Huh, thanks Eds. That means a lot coming from you.” He blushed

“Really, why is that?” He questioned not with cruelty but genuinely curiosity

“I mean, like you got that whole bad boy look to you and like you are objectively hot dude. You are goofy, sweet, and dress in leather giving you this sexy, metal look. You know?” He questioned

“Did you, Steve Harrington just say I look metal and I look hot?! I never thought I’d live to see the day” He chuckled

Steve blushed because he felt like he said too much and that he needed to tone it down a bit. 

“Well, thank you darlin’ that is nice to hear” Eddie said as he covered his face with a piece of hair in an attempt to hide the blush blooming across his face. 

They sat in silence while finishing their breakfast and Steve got up from the couch to stretch. Walking towards Eddie’s room before calling out.

“Ed's, is it cool if I borrow some of your clothes?”

“Knock yourself out Stevie” He yelled in response

-

Steve went through Eddie’s clothes and selected a gray faded Metallica t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans that looked too big for Eddie but should fit Steve. He changed quickly and took a quick glance in the mirror musing with his hair trying to make it sit right. He was about to leave when he glanced down and saw an eyeliner pencil. He had seen Robin apply it before and thought he might as well give it a try since Eddie wouldn’t judge him…I mean he owned it. 

Steve gave himself a once over in the mirror and began to blush because he looked…hot. Now Steve wasn’t stupid he knew people found him attractive but seeing himself in Eddie’s clothes eyes ringed in Kohl and sleep messed hair, he found himself understanding the appeal of this look. 

He made his way back to the living room watching as Eddie’s eye grew to the size of saucer and a violent blush bloomed over his face

“So what do you think, is this the new look for me” He teased

“I- I. Are you wearing eyeliner!!!” Eddie questioned

“Yeah, I found it in your room and figured I messed around with it. I don’t know," he replied teasingly. He could see the look on Eddie’s face and had no doubt in his mind that he felt the same as him. 

Eddie stood up and took Steve’s face in his hand. Steve could feel his breathing stop and his heart begin to race. They were so close they were practically sharing the same air. 

“Hey Eds?” Steve whispered

“Yeah, Stevie?” Steve watched as Eddie’s eyes quickly darted to his lips

“Back when I hosted parties, I kept myself in very specific shape because I thought my life would be saved by a perfect kiss. I still have yet to get that perfect kiss, you know?” Steve looked into Eddie’s blown out pupils hoping he understood what he was saying when Eddie remained silent, he continued.

“You know I think I want to get that now” 

“Eddie, can I kiss you” He whispered

“Ye-” He was cut off by Steve crashing his lips into his and felt their teeth clash before readjusting to heated passionate kisses. 

Steve had kissed many people before but kissing Eddie was different. He had a slight stubble on his face that pleasantly tickled his face as well as a kind of passion that Steve had not felt for a very long time. They stumbled their way to the couch, Eddie pushing Steve down before climbing on top of him to straddle him.

“Is this okay?” He asked as he began to suck and kiss Steve’s neck

“This is more than okay, please don’t stop,” Steve said breathlessly. 

Steve moaned as Eddie bit and sucked at the skin around his collar, knowing that it was going to leave delicious purpling bruises.

“ Ed’s the feels soooo good” He slurred out

Eddie breathlessly detached himself from Steve’s neck before asking

“Can I take this off?” fiddling with the hem of the shirt Steve was wearing

“Yes please, but only if you take yours off too” he replied

Eddie pulled the shirt off Steve's body, touching his chest before Steve reached to take Eddie’s shirt off. Once Eddie was shirtless, Steve took a moment to drink him in. He looked so beautiful in a way he can’t comprehend and looked at his face to find Eddie smiling down at him. 

Steve grabbed his face and pulled his into a searing kiss, trying to kiss all his love into Eddie hoping he understood

“God you’re beautiful Eds” He breathed out

“You’re one to talk, you come out here in my clothes wearing eyeliner, looking like my wet dream and you expect me not to want to jump your bones” Eddie said between kisses. 

Steve could feel the growing hardness through his jeans and knew Eddie could too because he smirked down at him before grinding his hips against Steve’s hardening length. 

“Fuuuuck” He moaned out as Eddie shot him a pleased look and ground down again. 

“Oh, seem like we have a problem to take care of, don’t we” He mused

“Mmmm, yes please” Steve whined out.

“Please what, use your words baby, what do you want?”

“I..I- I just want you to touch me. Fuck Eddie, anything just please touch me” He groaned out

Eddie took that as his que to unzip Steve’s pants, pulling down both his pants and boxers. 

Precum was already dribbling down Steve’s length and he wrapped his hand around before setting a painstaking pace.

Steve had to bite his hand to suppress his moans because the pace Eddie was stroking at and the cool metal of his rings created a pleasure already threatening to push him over the edge. 

“Don’t hide from me, I want to hear you, I want to see you.” Eddie said, grabbing his face and making Steve look at him. He looked at Steve with so much love in his eyes it made Steve want to drown in them.

Steve began fumbling with the zipper of Eddie’s pants before tapping Eddie to lift his hips to pull off his pants. Once Eddie was exposed, Steve took him into his hand pulling a deep groan from Eddie.

“Fuck, baby, you really are a dream” 

Steve began to stroke matching the pace Eddie had set and could feel the heat pooling in his own gut.

Steve felt Eddie’s pace begin to quicken and become erratic with him releasing small moans as Steve continued to stroke him. 

Eddie then took both of them in his hand and worked them at a painful pace, Steve could feel his orgasm coming and based on Eddie’s face it seemed so was he. 

“Fuck baby, fuck, Im gonna….Im gonna” Eddie’s hand stuttered as he came bathing his hand in his own release. He continued to stroke Steve’s dick causing him to follow close behind, coating his hand with a mix of his own and Steve’s release. 

He collapsed onto the couch breathing heavily before chancing a glance at Steve. Steve was trying to catch his breath when he glanced over to find Eddie was looking back at him. This is what he wanted, this level of passion; of love and with Eddie that’s what it felt like. 

-

They cleaned up and got in the shower, taking turns washing each other's hair. It was something so simple but it made Steve feel so loved; the way Eddie would gently scratch his scalp sent shivers down his spine. Steve had never felt so loved and so happy.

-

They were laying in Eddie’s bed cuddling, just enjoying the presence of the other, Eddie was humming something gently and carding his hand through Steve’s hair. Steve’s heart felt so full, he had never been so content and felt he could not longer run anymore, he turned to face Eddie and said

“I love you, I’m in love with you. I have been for a while and realized I don’t want to hide anymore or waste any more time. I’ve had enough years of lies; laughing at jokes that weren’t  funny, taking money to attempt to fill the void of love, Making friends that didn’t really care about me and don't know what to say to me now. I have lived through hell, looked up in a blood-soaked t-shirt to find that I had almost lost you because you decided to be the stupid hero” He could feel the tears fall but pressed on attempting to collect himself.

“ I have turned so many pages in my life trying to start anew and have burned bridges in wanting to be a better person and found that,  I did become better, I could be better. Everything I lost was a step I took towards being a better me. From my parents leaving, Nancy dumping me, living through actual hell. All of it made me a person who craves love and a desire to give it so I love you, I love you, I love you” Steve’s voice broke as he could no longer control the sobs that ripped through him.

“I love you too, god, I love you so much. You are deserving of so much love and if you are willing to let me give it, I will give you all of it. Every waking moment of the last couple months I watched you and wanted nothing more than to reach out, hold you, and tell you that I loved you so much. Cause’ I do Stevie, I love you so much there is nothing I can ever do to show you how much I love you. You have been on your own for so long and you deserve to have someone there by your side. I want to be that person Stevie, I want you to tell me all the good and the bad. I want you to feel safe and not worry about falling apart because I will pick up your pieces and put you back together. I want to share my life with you because you don’t have to be on your own. I want you…because I love you more than I have loved anyone before Sunshine. You are my everything and you are no longer on your own.” 

Steve sobbed into Eddie’s chest. He loved him back, his heart was safe, he was safe; here in Eddie’s arms he was loved and valued. Eddie just held him tight until his tears dried and then held him after, because he loved him.

-

Steve had spent the last couple months in pure bliss, he had a boyfriend that loved him and a platonic soulmate he was living with. Robin, Eddie, and Steve had decided to go in on an apartment together because they were ready to turn the page and leave the bad of Hawkin’s behind. Steve missed the kids a lot but they would visit often making it a little bit easier. Tonight was one of those nights, the kids had come over to watch a movie. Max and Eleven were teaching him and Robin how to make friendship bracelets because “you guys have to match somehow.” He took in the moment the love in his home, his family surrounding him and he found he had no reason to fear being alone. Yes, he was on his own but he could face this, he was on his own just as he always had been.  Just as he had in that big house for a small kid missing the presence and comfort of his parents. Yet, he realized that now he was far from being alone.

Anddd…that's a wrap!!! I had so much fun writing this and hope you all enjoyed reading it. I plan for a small epilogue because I just live for these guys so that should be coming in a couple days. Let me know any thoughts you have or just cry with me, It doesn't matter. I’m just glad those who would have stuck around and read this have enjoyed it. Thank you for indulging me and sharing the Steddie brain rot. :)

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[elvenbeard]

HMM... Ramble to your content about Teenagers. Because I'm Curious. 👀

Ooouuuhhh hell yeah 👀

For context, this takes place in 2067, this particular chapter on June 10th to be precise. It's the morning after Vince ran away from home to escape his abusive mother, and he's at a dingy motel that Jackie recommended to him xD They've known each other for a few months at that point, but didn't stay in touch the whole time. Actually, the night before was the first Vince had called Jackie ever since they met xD And now he's gotta do it again 👀

He sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, which had been quietly sitting on the desk. Quieter than it had ever been, ever since he got it. “V, Good morning!” Jackie greeted him, smiling as always, but he seemed just a tad less enthusiastic about it than normal, “Sleep well?” “You’re really persistent about that V-thing, aren’t you?” Vincent asked, “And I guess, yes. Was exhausted enough.” “Not gonna lie, I worried about you when I drove home yesterday,” Jackie said, “Glad you called.” Vincent however worried that Jackie’s next sentence would finally prove that he’d been right all along about him, that now was the time he’d request all the favors back he’d extended to Vincent so far. It would be his good right, too. Vincent was ready to help him out, that was out of the question. He just hoped, whatever Jackie needed, was something he was capable of doing. And yet… “So, wanna grab breakfast somewhere?” Jackie asked. Vincent had to pause a few seconds, mostly to figure out if there was a way he could have misunderstood. “… what?” “Is the connection spotty there? Guess all those runners in Kabuki with their netblockers and Self-ICE and whatnot…” “No, the connection is fine,” Vincent quickly clarified, but he still couldn’t shake his bewilderment, “You want to drive up all the way from Heywood… to grab breakfast with me?” Jackie stared at him as if he was the one acting strange now. “It’s not like I have anything better to do anyway, at least not until 4, 5 p.m.,” he then said, “Besides, I know a few people in Kabuki. Friends of friends of friends, you know, who could help you out when I can’t…” Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose, his head starting to pound mercilessly now. “I appreciate it, Jackie, but – “ “Then appreciate it for real! C’mon, V,” Jackie said, “Doesn’t hurt to have a little bit of trust occasionally.” “Says the most trusting person I’ve ever met…” Vincent muttered. “Honesty! Also a good start!” Jackie laughed, “I’ll be there in, let’s saaay… twenty or so minutes. Don’t go anywhere without me just yet!” He hung up before Vincent could protest. Vincent was frozen for a few seconds, then he just dropped his phone to the floor. He let himself fall back onto the bed, the springs in the old-fashioned mattress squeaking softly. The radio in the other room was still blaring, the fog outside had almost dissolved in the morning sunlight by now. “What did I get myself into…” Vincent murmured to himself and closed his eyes.

I mentioned this before in passing, at this point he is still adamant about everyone calling him Vincent, and so I'm referring to him like that as well outside of dialogues (and damn, I was struggling really at first to not fall back into "V" by default XD). But yes, during their following encounter they first really get to talk a little more deeply to each other again and Vince dares to let his guard down a bit, and eventually they really connect through both being angsty teenagers that had to grow up too fast due to their abusive parents (in Jackie's case just his dad, but he really was bad enough to make up for both of V's parents). Also the chapter title comes from the MCR song, of course XD

Still a WIP overall, but a relatively polished one! When I come back to it I think I mostly wanna look at the flow once more and getting Jackie's voice right and consistent!

[bioniclechronicles]

Personal thoughts, very long and rambly Positive

I had been living my life in a blur For most of my life, it wasn't something I wanted to live. It hurt, and I struggled. I wanted it to end frequently, but I made it through. Then I stated to recover from that. To recover from a whole life of pain is not an easy or quick task however. I'm still working on that, and I still have a lot to learn. But for once, I truly feel Im doing good. I love life, I love being alive, and I want to do more with it. That led to some rather uncomfortable thoughts and feelings as I struggled and grasped at what I wanted to do. What is worth doing to someone who never lived before? How do I discover who I am now when I was never anyone to begin with? All of this struggle made stress of modern life worse. Of my job and daily expectations. And I realized what I wanted to do, what I needed to do. My joy, my everlasting source of love and comfort, is characters and story telling. If I'm to be happy in this world, I needed to be able to tell my story. Not just to myself, but to others. I want to instill the same feeling they give me on another, I want to inspire and cry and love with others through these stories. And I couldnt do that while also serving others in my full time job. I was complacent to the system, to where I was feeling i had no option. but its just not true. its hard, life is hard, but i have. an option. I dont have to live at the mercy of others and i stepped down from my job. my last day as a manager was a week ago. last sunday i left that store with a passion so strong, i couldnt match its desires with my daily self. I finally had the time i so desperately craved, but i didnt know how to spend it. I figured i wanted to share my works, but i didnt know how. I have a tendency to overplan, and was trying desperately to figure out how i can share things "correctly". It led to me being unable to create. I felt horribly depressed as each day ended and I did nothing at all. I felt like i was wasting this time I sacrificed my job for But then I just. Stopped trying to make something with the intentions of sharing it. I sat down with my art, and with all the love and passion I typically held for it i made something for myself again. I made a poster for my story, because i wanted to. I thought it would be fun, and it was! And that, is what I shared. I know now I just need to do what I always wanted to do. Create, and Ill share my joys as they come. I may not reach anyone with my stories, but I will share them. Maybe one day someone else will see it and feel something. And that would have made sharing it worth it. Im glad i live in a world where i can create. Im glad there are others in this world with me who I can share with. I dont know what im doing, and there is no plan or answer. But im so happy I can do it anyway.

[luxaryllis]

Oh my god.. i want to swaddle up the scared younger sibling of Riddle and give them a comforting hug. AKSJDH THAT POOR BABY DESERVES THE WORLD. THAT PART WHERE THEY SAW RIDDLE GET FRIENDS AND PLAY WHICH MADE THEM MAD AND SAD BROKE MY HEART.

How dare you be good at writing angst >:(( (jk, you’re good at it but i’m not mad!) I almost want to request a followup for it where maybe they get friends or gets to tell how hurt they have been. Buuut i’ll wait until your other requests clear! 🌸 thank you for your writing!!

SCARED!YOUNGER SIBLING!READER WITH TWST RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS: Part 2.5

Note: I know I said that I would write this after all my other requests, but since it was related to my latest post, I was like, "Y'know what, why not?!" So yeah. Hope you don't mind I answer this earlier!!

Also, I'm very glad you liked my Scared!Younger Sibling!Reader!! I liked how it came out, considering I literally posted the first part right before getting to bed lmao-

AND YES! Scared!Younger Sibling!Reader need all the comfort they can get!!!

And thank u so much, anon! 🥺🥺 AHHH EVERYONE IS SO SWEET, MY TEETH ARE ROTTING, HELP-

I'm not entirely sure if I should be happy that I'm good at writing angst, though HAHAHA-

And with the amount of people who have been liking it, I'm not sure if I should be happy or concerned-

Are you all alright?? Tell me if you need me to call the police-

Also, this WILL have comfort! Finally! Some comfort for this sweetheart 🥺🥺

And this will also be in a similar format to the Part 2; but it's a full fic.

Part 1 of this is here. Part 2 of this is here. Part 3 is here

Anyway, let's get to it!

Warnings: Mentions of past violence and abuse, Reader possibly has PTSD and Anxiety, Angst with Comfort, use of an OC/non-canon character, Character stutters a lot, tell me if I missed anything.

Your mother had told you and Riddle that a family would be visiting the house. A co-worker and family friend, the White family, she said.

You were 7, Riddle was 9.

Apparently, said co-worker had 4 children of her own. All were rabbit beastmen.

The youngest of the White family at that time was a 9 year old boy, Finian White. Like everyone in his family, he had white hair and soft-looking rabbit ears. His hair, in particular, was tied into a low ponytail. He wore glasses and had a meek expression.

As everyone had gone and interacted with each other, Riddle had been called by your mother to do something, the only ones left in the living room were you and Finian.

Finian was fiddling with a little pocket watch, and you were simply standing there.

Whilst you were simply standing there. You were too scared to make a move, for fear that you might accidentally break a rule.

So, what you did was that you slowly and cautiously sat down on the couch.

Finian also follows; he sits on the same couch, just a bit further away from you.

You quietly ask him, “Why are you fiddling with your pocket watch?” Finian flinches when he hears the sudden question addressed to him.

Finian stumbles on his words and stutters out a response, “I-It’s just t-that I uhh... it’s like a uhmm... a... c-comfort item for me... I guess...” his voice getting quieter the more he spoke. 

You, however, were... confused. Comfort item? What’s that? An item that comforts? But a pocket watch is an inanimate object; it can’t possibly comfort someone!

“What do you mean by ‘comfort item’? That pocket watch isn’t alive, is it? It can’t possibly... comfort?... someone...”

Finian perks up, and smiles a bit, as he rambles on about how it was a gift his family had given him on his 7th birthday. And how whenever he held it, he would remember the love and comfort his family brings to him.

Everything he spoke about made you even more confused, as you never had a family remotely like Finian’s. Any gift given to you were things like more workbooks, or more pens, or notebooks. Nothing like that. And they certainly would never give you any comfort at all.

But... listening to Finian speak so passionately made you want to learn more. So, you quietly listen to the boy ramble on, nodding every now and then. 

You then make a silent note to yourself that Finian’s passionate and joyful face is a lot better than that meek expression he usually has.

That moment turned into more conversations, as the White family were staying in the Queendom of Roses for around 6 months, until they would go back to the Shaftlands, or the Land of Pyroxene.

Both of you had gone very close and often spoke to each other a lot, when given the chance.

One day, it was the last week of the White family’s stay in the Queendom of Roses.

Finian had seen your mother hitting you and shouting at you; you had broken a rule. Finian was shocked at what he had seen.

Was this why you never seemed to understand the concept of comfort items, or anything similar?

Finian was not only shocked, but concerned for you and Riddle. You, especially! You were one of the few people who actually listened to him talk, without complaining! You were also very nice and sweet to him too!

So, he waits for a while before ringing the doorbell.

Your mother had opened the door and let him in, a ‘sweet’ smile on her face. Now that he knows Mrs. Roseheart’s true nature; Finian notices that the supposedly sweet smile on her face seemed faker.

Finian respectfully greets her and looks at you. You were covered in some bruises on your arms and you were facing downwards.

Mrs. Rosehearts mentions something about you accidentally hitting something as she bandages you up. When you lead Finian into your room, you were quiet.

Well, you always were quiet, but you much more quiet than usual.

When he’s sure that you’re both alone, Finian speaks up, “I saw what your mother did to you.” There were no stutters as he spoke to you. His voice was soft, but stern and a bit serious.

Your eyes widened and you look at him with scared eyes.

Oh no..

Is he going to hit you and shout at you too?!

Is he going to leave you because you broke a rule?!

No...

No, please no!

Your eyes tear up and you silently cry.

You mutter to him, “please don’t be mad; please don’t leave me...”

Finian is surprised.

This was the most emotion he had seen you show to him so openly.

While he had made it his mission to make you show him your emotions freely, this wasn’t what he meant...

“Ohh no.. no, [Name].. I’m not mad at you, I swear...” Finian slowly says. He softly brings out his hand to you, and waits. You flinched at the movement and closed your eyes, waiting for any sort of impact on you.

...

It never came.

You slowly open your eyes and see Finian holding his hand out for you.

You slowly take his hand, and let him guide you both to your bed.

He lets go of your hands, and slowly opens up his arms.

Ah yes, he taught you this. A hug.

You slowly do the same and move toward him. He softly brings you into his arms and places one of his hands on your head, patting you.

Both of you were sitting on the bed now, embracing each other.

You were crying and Finian was cradling you and softly patting you.

None of you had said anything, but you somehow felt Finian’s message to you, “I’ll always be here for you.”

You now understood what it feels like to be comforted, and to feel comfort.

You finally had a... friend... of your own! To whatever deity, god, power, and to the Great Seven, thank you for this blessing.

You tightened your embrace on Finian, but were extra careful not to hurt him much.

And as Finian held you in his arms, he now understood what it was like to take care of someone; and to feel needed and loved by someone other than his family.

END!

That is the end of it! I hope you all liked this!

I’m sorry if some parts felt rushed-

And please note, NONE of this was meant romantically. Everything here is PLATONIC!

Anyway, comments and feedback are always highly appreciated!

[mammoanlmao]

I really loved what you did with my request!

So i know you did a younger brothers reacting to MC giving their hand to them but I was hoping if you could do an older brother version of it?

ofc you don't have to if you don't want to! ^^;;

Thank you so much, I'm glad to hear you liked it.

And here is the second part but with the older brothers! I was actually trying to do a second part anyway.

I hope you enjoy it!

Obey me older brothers reacting to mc giving them their hand

Part one

Lucifer

Intertwines your finger with his

A smooth talker

And a tease

Will do anything in his power to see your flustered face

You two were laying on the bed, he was relaxed while you were just happy that you finally convinced him to take a break from his works.

But you wouln't be you if you didn't find a way to annoy Lucifer, yet you couldn't find a way to annoy him , as he was just peacefully laying on the bed next to you. And that was why you showed him your hand, eyes boring into his eyes. He perked his eyebrows and accepted your hand, if confirmation was even needed. He already loves holding your hand but when you hold out your hand to him while you two were laying on his bed, he couln't help but chuckle. He finds you adorable and troublesome.

Mammon

Confused bby

What do ya want human?

Wants to hold your hand so bad but will deny it

Of course you want to hold The Great Mammon's hand

He was hanging out in your room, again. Making himself at home and sitting on your bed, scrolling through his D. D. D. You were bored as you sat on your study table, but no longer in the mood to study. You decided to mess with Mammon. Because, why not?

You silently held out your hand to him, staring at his bored, yet handsome figure. You fake coughed as he kept staring at his D. D. D before looking up to you, and your hand, then back up at you.

"What are ya doin' human?" he asked, but you remained silent, doing a little grabby with your fingers and looked at him with a small smile, one that had his lips tugging into a small smile of his own. He was still confused but seeing him look confused and clueless was super cute.

He put his hand on top of yours. But he quickly pulled away when he sees your cheeky grin, cooing at how adorable he was.

Leviathan

Confused bby (2)

Do you want his console?

Or his ring?

Henry??? Or maybe..

...HIM???!

He was gaming in his room, per usual, fully focusing on his screen while he played. That was until you came, bursting into his room with a snarky grin on your face. He was startled, almost screamed like a little girl. He gave you permission to enter his room without the password long time ago.

He was sitting on the floor, while you were standing, holding out your hand to him, still with a stupid grin on your face. He gave you his hand without second thought, until he was reminded of something.

This was just like the anime he saw! The prince came to save the princess in need, holding out his hand and gave a helping hand to the princess, guiding her out of the miserable tower she was trapped in for ten years! He defeated the dragon and helped the princess-. The never ending rambling continued.

You decided to try again the next day, but this time, kneeling down in front of him and holding out your hand to him. But alas, luck must have left you when you pulled the seven rulers of hell, the prince of Devildom and his butler, the most powerful sorcerer, the angel and his dog. He eventually passed out, thinking you were proposing to him.

School starts tomorrow pls save me

I dont even have friends

And I dont even have necktie😭

Request will be closed for a bit

It will be open again once I have the time

If you can see the favouritism on Mammon's part, no you don't.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

part one | part two | part four | part five | masterlist | wattpad

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that. 

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

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Hi I don't have tumblr, so not sure how this works. Came across your blog though, and spent three days just reading everything you've written and reblogged. Such a fun three days! I have so many ideas for prompts, but the one I'm most curious about is what happens when Ian has a rough patch of mania maybe a couple years into their marriage and what kind of plans do Mickey and Ian have for either an upswing or a downswing of his bipolar? Thanks so much excited to see what you come up with!

Hi there! It's such a compliment that you went through my rambles, glad you're enjoying.💖 Standard disclaimer: everything I know about bipolar disorder comes from the internet. It's an important part of Ian that I want to be respectful of, so as always please let me know if I miss the mark.

Caring for your partner, Rule 1: Be There

When Mickey woke up, Ian wasn’t in bed.

That wasn’t terribly unusual in and of itself. What was unusual was that it was only 3AM, on a Saturday, and Mickey could already hear his husband moving outside their room. The footsteps outside the door were soft, restrained, like Ian didn’t want to wake him. But the following clatter in the kitchen was alarmingly loud as Ian opened the drawer under the oven to pull out a pan, and Mickey groaned.

He wanted to roll over, pull a pillow over his head, and block out whatever this was so he could go back to sleep. They’d been working long days, and sometimes longer nights as the dispensaries were all pulling overtime with increasing demand. They’d only made it to bed like two hours ago, for fuck’s sake, and Mickey was tired.

But Ian should have been tired too, and it was never a good sign when he wasn’t. So Mickey sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, and swung his legs out of bed.

He winced when his bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. They had been here for almost a year already, and they still hadn’t gotten ‘round to buying a fucking rug for the bedroom.

Mickey shivered as he hopped awkwardly toward the closed bedroom door, grabbing his robe from a hook there and tugging it on over his thin shirt and the boxers he was pretty sure started out on Ian’s side of the dresser. Wrapping it closed, he slipped out the door and into the brightly lit hallway, squinting blearily as he followed the sound of pots and pans to the kitchen.

Ian had half their crockery out on the counter already. His red hair gleamed under the sharp light of the long fluorescent bulbs overhead as he stirred batter in a large bowl they had borrowed from Debbie last week and never given back, wooden spoon clanking against the sides erratically.

Erratically. That was a good word for it, Mickey thought. The mindless clink clink clink of wood on metal in no discernible pattern, just like the route Ian took around their table, to the counter, to the fridge, and back to the oven again. Mindless, pacing, random.

Mickey leaned against the wall, and watched.

They had talked about this, since the last time. At least, since the last time Mickey had been worried. When Ian was down, when he didn’t want to get up. When Mickey dragged him out on his first run and they talked afterward in the kitchen, when Mickey made clear that his worry was just one more face of what they had together.

He’d come down the next morning to Ian at the kitchen table, the whole place eerily quiet for a place they still shared with too many fucking people. There had been coffee in the pot, toast on the table, and Ian, picking at his cuticles and not meeting Mickey’s eyes.

“We need to talk,” he’d said, and Mickey’s heart had dropped into his stomach.

“Can I wake the fuck up first?” he’d asked, but Ian had just kicked a chair out for him and waited, not meeting his eyes, until Mickey sat down.

They’d sat silently for a long moment, Mickey unwilling to ask what it was about. Finally, Ian had sighed, and reached out for Mickey’s hand across the table.

“It’s about the bipolar,” he’d said, and Mickey had been so relieved he could feel it in his fucking toes, bare and cold against the tile floor.

“Oh. Okay.”

Ian had been startled by his easy acceptance of the topic, he could tell.

“That’s it?” He’d sounded almost confused.

Mickey had shrugged.

“I mean, yeah?” He’d rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes with the hand no holding Ian’s. “You had me worried, man, with the we need to talk thing. But this is just normal shit.”

Ian had just stared at him, then released his hand to lean back against his chair.

“Normal?” He’d asked disbelievingly. “There’s nothing normal about planning for my imminent mental break, Mickey.

Mickey had snorted at the irony of it. “You kidding me?” he’d said. “It’s the most normal fucking thing about us.”

As he watched Ian in the kitchen now, making pancakes at 3AM on a Saturday morning, Mickey thought that was probably still true.

“Hey, Martha Stewart,” he said softly from his position against the wall, still leaning there as Ian spun around with surprise painted over his face. His eyes were off, the light not quite there, but they still warmed when he saw Mickey.

“Hey,” Ian said back, voice high and too chipper. “I’m making pancakes, you want some? I’ve got banana, your favorite, and chocolate chips, and strawberries…”

He went on to list more ingredients, but Mickey wasn’t really listening. He could see it all anyway, spread out over the kitchen like so many half-made decisions, half-baked ideas that kept giving way to something else.

“Mickey?” Ian asked, and he snapped out of it.

“Yeah,” he answered with a smile. “Yeah, I’d love some pancakes. Why don’t you let me stir for a awhile?”

—

They had their pancakes standing up next to the counter, nowhere left to rest their plates on the crowded surfaces of the kitchen. Ian talked about the merits of each ingredient as they ate, and Mickey listened, and nodded along as best he could.

This was okay. It was pancakes in their boxers at 3AM with no sleep in a kitchen that looked like it was hit by a tornado, but Ian was eating, and Ian was smiling, and Ian was there.

And when Ian stopped and tried to set his plate down, distress on his face as he was confronted with the mess he had made, Mickey took the dish from him with easy hands.

“You want to sit down awhile?” he tried, nudging Ian gently out of the disaster-zone. “Bet you’re tired after eating all that.”

He knew Ian wasn’t, but he kept a hand on his back anyway until they were out in the living room, next to the sofa. Mickey let go to sit down himself with a groan, tired muscles aching at being used for too long without rest. He kept his eyes off Ian, just standing there, looking at him in that too-present, too-absent way of his, and leaned back against the cushions, eyes falling closed.

After a moment, the sofa dipped as Ian settled in beside him.

“Mickey?” Ian asked. The cushions bounced as he tapped his heel repeatedly on the floor.

“Yeah?” Mickey responded, squinting his eyes back open.

“Can I touch you?”

Mickey repressed the urge to sit up, to take Ian into his arms. Ian sounded too hesitant, a shift from moments before as he playfully shoved bites of overcooked batter into Mickey’s mouth.

But Ian didn’t like to be held like this.

“Of course you can, you moron,” Mickey said instead, and watched as Ian’s leg stopped moving. The other man drew closer, reaching a hand out to card through Mickey’s hair and drag down the side of his face, a touch too shaky and a touch too firm.

Ian had once said that touching Mickey grounded him, and Mickey hadn’t known if Ian thought that was a good thing or not. In the midst of hypomania, Ian didn’t always take kindly to being grounded.

But tonight—well, this morning—it seemed to be a good thing. Mickey was grateful for that.

Grateful, because it meant that Ian looked like himself as he moved to lay against him, and not like some over-saturated facsimile painted with too much water on the canvas, always shifting, always running. Grateful, because it meant that Ian pulled Mickey’s arms around him and settled into his side like they always did, even if his body never quite stilled at the contact.

Grateful, because it meant they wouldn’t fight tonight. That Mickey wouldn’t have to worry as much about what Ian might say, might do, if he stepped out of line. If he went off the script they had planned on a good day for dealing with bad ones to come.

He wouldn’t have to call Lip for backup. He wouldn’t have to tail Ian as he left the apartment to make sure he stayed safe. He wouldn’t have hide the knives, or their wallets, or anything else.

Not that he would have complained if he did. It was what it was. Ian was who he was. And Mickey would always see him through it. Love him through it.

They lay there, mostly quiet, except for the mindless tune Ian hummed against his neck, and the tap tap tap of his fingers on Mickey’s collarbone.

Eventually, the song cut off.

“Do I need to call the doctor?” Ian asked quietly into the echoing room, and Mickey nodded, rubbing a gentle hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think so.”

He'd get everything together in the morning. Ian's journals, their schedule, their meal plan. The little notebook where he kept track of Ian's prescriptions, how they worked, how long they lasted.

Something had obviously slipped, either in their methods or in Ian himself. But Mickey was well past dwelling on what they could have done differently, and focused on what to do next.

Things happened. Things changed. They would adapt.

At Mickey's confirmation, Ian just nodded against him, fidgeting until their legs were too entwined to separate.

“Sleep first, if you can,” Mickey told him, settling in for a long rest of the night. “We’ll do it together when you wake up.”

Together. They’d do it together. Again and again and again, as much as they needed to. Because Ian was his husband, and this was their normal.

And their normal was still pretty damn good.

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hihi,, SO UM,, i was wondering if i could have any miya chinen fluff ? LIKE WHERE S/O GETS MARRied to him OR SOMEHITNG LIKE THAT HELP 😭😭😭😭 its all good if u dont wanna write that,, have a nice day :3

marriage with the skater cat

Genre: fluff

A miya chinen x reader

a/n: thanks for the request anon! I couldn't resist doing this right away! Also, might have another cherry fic because a certain friend gave me an idea. Hope you guys enjoy this one! Let's get started 💖

"miya, what do you think about marriage?"

Miya almost spat out his protein drink in shock. You sat cheekily on the empty bench of the small skating area of your local park. You decided to accompany Miya while he trained after classes. That's what got him into this predicament.

"what do you mean?" he asked, turning away so you wouldn't see the pink blushing his cheeks. "w-why did you ask that anyway? We're still in middle school so we can't even get married yet-" he started to ramble only to get cut off by your giggles. He snapped his head back toward you.

"so you have thought about marrying me?" you teased. Miya felt his face grow hotter. It wasn't as if you were wrong. In fact, you were right. He sat on his bed at night and imagined you walking down the aisle in a pristine white dress before but no way in hell was he going to tell you about that.

"n-no," he stuttered. He was giving himself away and he knows it. "you asked about the concept of marriage, not us getting married." he crossed his arms over his chest, watching as your lips turned to a pout.

"Oh come on," you whined, pulling him down on the bench with you. "from the look on your face, I could've sworn that you were about to admit that you've thought about it," you sulked. Your expression broke him. He didn't like seeing you sad so he took a deep breath and swallowed his pride.

"what if I said I did," he said, his voice a whisper. You perked up at that but you wanted to confirm that you heard him correctly.

"can you repeat what you just said?"

"w-why?"

"because I won't stop bugging you until you say it again!" you said, poking him over and over until he finally breaks, pulling his arm away from yours in irritation.

"fine! I imagined us getting married before! Happy?" Miya snapped, turning to look at you. You shot him your most amused grin. So it seems your suspicions were right all along. Miya's face was as red as reki's hair but you weren't sure if it was caused by his pent up anger or his embarrassment.

"that makes two of us then." Miya's eyes widened at your statement. Did you say what he think you just said? "but I think we should actually make sure we like each other before we think about marriage, bucko~" you nudged him. "well, let me start," you said, taking his hand in yours. "I like you, Miya chinen."

"I like you too." Miya squeezed your hand before he pulled you closer to him. You happily lean into him.

That was the start of your relationship.

"are you ready?" Kojiro asked as he fixed up Miya's bowtie. Miya could only smile and nod, knowing that if said anything, he might burst into tears there and now. he pulled away and stood in front of the altar, waiting patiently for the doors to open and reveal you in your white dress. It was the big day. The moment you two have been about since you were in middle school. It was your wedding day.

He had proposed during an elaborate dinner at the skate park you guys hung out in last summer. You were very skeptical because who eats fancy dinner at a skate park? you saw kojiro there in his uniform with his signature dishes while Reki, langa and Kaoru acted like your butlers the whole night. You had tears prick your eyes when you watched as Miya got down on one knee while the other boys cheered him on. It was a beautiful sight.

Now, you were there in front of the church doors, knowing that Miya was just waiting for you just behind them.

You and Miya couldn't wait to start a new chapter of your life with one another.

It's kind of short but I'm so glad you guys enjoyed this! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox below! Love you guys 💖💕❤️

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