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The Haunted House (Drabble)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Haunted houses are more scarier than you thought. Including the fake kind.
Warnings: None
AN: Happy Halloween guys!!! đ» just a short light hearted, fun drabble for you all, before my halloween dean x reader one shot later today 𫹠enjoy and let me know what you think đ
My Masterlist
âWhy are we doing this again?â Sam asked as the three of you stood in line for the haunted house attraction.
âItâs halloween man.â Dean muffled around another piece of candy from the bag of treats youâd bought from a confection stand.
âYeah Sammy. Whereâs your holiday spirit?â You snickered and gave him a little nudge with your elbow as you moved up in the line.
He gave you a deadpanned look. âEveryday is halloween for us. I donât really see the appeal in experiencing it on our day off.â He complained and Dean rolled his eyes, childishly mimicking him with his hand behind his back.
You covered your mouth to stop your giggle and Sam snapped his head back to Dean, who quickly stopped what he was doing, looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
âYouâre both actual children, dâyou know that?â Sam sassed as you all moved up again, coming to the front of the barrier for your turn next.
âAnd you wouldnât have us any other way.â You cooed and hugged his arm. It got a resistant smile out of him.
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After the worker, who was dressed like a poor version of Frankenstein, gave you a brief rundown on the rules once inside - his tone bored and monotonous, he finally lifted the caution tape-barrier for you.
You jumped up and down in giddy excitement, which amused the two brothers as they followed you in.
As you entered, you had to squint at the near pitch blackness. Your path only guided by an ominous green light in what looked like a long corridor. The floor was covered in fog, making what you could see even harder and so you shuffled along, keeping close to Dean.
You felt his hand grasp yours tightly as you rounded a corner, an evil cackle sounding somewhere above you, making you jump. As you crept along, paranoid at every nook and cranny you passed, you came to a door. It had âEnter if you dareâ written on it, in what you assumed was supposed to be blood, but was most likely red paint.
âDean you go first.â You whispered and pushed him forward.
âWhat? Why have i got to go first?â He whispered back, manoeuvring so he was standing behind you instead.
âBecause youâre my strong, protective boyfriend.â You teasingly argued and tried pulling him ahead of you again.
âAnd you wanted to go to this stupid thing.â Dean argued back, slapping your hands away. Sam heard your offended gasp and rolled his eyes, knowing theyâd never get through this thing if he didnât just open it himself.
âIâll do it. You big babies.â He mumbled the last part and swung open the door. The three of you made your way in, you and Dean much more cautiously, scanning every corner of the room.
It was laid out almost like a Tim Burton movie. The flooring as black and white checkered squares and the walls painted in such a way it gave the illusion it was twisting. It wasnât until you got toward the middle of the room did you hear the door slam closed behind you.
You screamed out in fear and grabbed onto Deanâs arm, making him jump in turn.
âJesus, Y/N.â Dean huffed and shook his head.
âSorry.â You muffled into his arm.
The three of you turned to see the door was in fact closed, but what freaked you out the most was the shadow in the dark corner beside it.
âWhat the fuck is that?â You whispered harshly and moved to hide behind Dean.
âWhatâs what!?â He demanded, his voice panicked as he frantically looked to where you were pointing. It was then he caught sight of the dark figure beside the door and his heart rate spiked.
Suddenly, a loud blood curdling scream came from the figure and a woman with long black hair and a bloody gown came jumping out of the shadows, a chain around her neck keeping her tied to the wall as she reached her long fingernails out to you.
Youâre not sure who the scream came from, but bolted it to the door on the other end of the room, Dean hot on your tail. Sam however, shook his head in amusement as he watched you both run out of the room, not really fazed by the actor who was still making monstrous noises behind him.
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As the three of you exited the house, you and Dean were visibly shaken up, voices raw from all the shouting and screaming that continued throughout.
âWhereâs your holiday spirit guys?â Sam mocked teasingly from behind you and both you and Dean gave him a look, making him burst out in more laughter. âMan. You should have seen your faces.â
AN: And there it is! Only a short one, but a fun one to get us in the holiday spirit đ»đ
#supernatural#spnfamily#dean winchester#sam winchester#spn imagine#jensen ackles#dean winchester x reader#dean x reader#spn fanfic#jensen ackles characters#halloween#dean winchester drabble#dean winchester x female!reader#supernatural drabble
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#9; another fluffy one (I am so bad at writing these intro things, oh my god; inspired by some things @glitteringcoffin asked)
"It's so hot out here," Kichi whined, fanning himself with his hand (it predictably didn't help - it was mostly for effect). "Did you⊠Uh, wanna go inside?" Nagito asked, feeling as if the question was too obvious to bother asking, but electing to do so anyway. "Excellent idea!" Kichi chirped and latched onto Nagito's arm, "See? Just like I've been saying this entire time, you're smart~" "Thanks. Master," Nagito smiled faintly, aware that Kichi wouldn't accept anything else in response to his praise.
Nagito still wasn't used to it, having someone wanting to be around him constantly, spending such a substantial amount of time with him⊠But the most difficult to adjust to was the fact that Kichi was so⊠Clingy? It wasn't a problem, it was just new. He was, more often than not, touching Nagito in some way. Sitting on his lap, hooking his arm around Nagito's, even shoving his hands into Nagito's pockets occasionally⊠The list went on, ways in which Nagito's personal space was being violated at basically all times, but it didn't bother him. It was just different. There was the added fact that Kichi got in the way of Nagito's self-harm constantly - he'd never had anyone argue with him about how worthless he was before. He praised him in an odd way, sounding as if he was simply stating a fact and wouldn't tolerate refutation, while saying the kindest things Nagito had ever had directed his way. It was unusual.
"Hey!" Kichi pulled Nagito to a stop and gently tugged him down to adjust his hair. That also happened frequently - Nagito had stopped noticing when his hair was falling over his face a long time ago, having gotten used to it (back when he didn't care too much about his appearance)⊠Kichi seemed to take personal offense to it. Nagito smiled faintly and gazed affectionately at Kichi, who was focused on his hair-fixing task. He knew Kichi was a habitual liar, and decided to believe (against his better judgment) that Kichi was not lying about his kindness⊠All the various forms and ways he was kind to Nagito - some of it had to be real. Maybe.
"We should get to know each other a little more, huh?" Kichi smiled adorably once he finally glanced down, finding Nagito had already been looking at him. "Uh--" Nagito furrowed his brow, suddenly nervous about what that could possibly mean, "I⊠Guess?" "Glad we're in agreement," Kichi stated, latching back onto Nagito's arm once he'd stood back up, "Just makes sense, right? A master should know his servant, hmm?" "Ah," Nagito chuckled and nodded slightly, "Sure." "Where do you think we should go? Keep in mind that there are right and wrong answers." "Hmm, I dunno~" Nagito began ominously, a playful lilt hidden in his tone, "Not sure I wanna go anywhere private with you - I'm still kinda sore. Master." "Hey!" Kichi yelped sharply, "You talking about me biting you?" "Yes," Nagito smiled once again. "You can't hold that against me, I got excited," Kichi whined, "When I get excited, I get bitey, it's not my fault! I was raised by a roving band of sewer rats and that's how we show affection!" "Hmm," Nagito glanced out of the corner of his eye as the two walked; Kichi instantly erupted into a wave of maniacal cackling. "Anyway," Kichi grinned, clearly having no intention of explaining himself (without an absurd fabrication), "Where do you think we should go?" "Uh⊠Do you have a suggestion?" "Oh, you are smart!" Kichi beamed, "I was hoping you would ask!"
Nagito did have some strong suspicions that Kichi's lies were sometimes rooted in truth in some way. In this case, hinting at some type of feral abandonment probably was not an entire lie. He'd made up several stories about childhood neglect before - they were obviously not fully true, he'd contradicted himself every time, and they were so comically exaggerated, he wasn't even attempting to come across as genuine. However, the common thread every time, and even with his behaviour, seemed to suggest some type of traumatic abandonment. Nagito could definitely relate to that - that was probably why he'd felt they were similar pretty early on, as insulting as that was toward Kichi--
It explained Kichi's obsessive clinginess and need to have someone close at all times. He'd explained it before as 'a commander needs someone to command', but Nagito wasn't sure that's all it was. He didn't behave like a typical 'commander', after all, and if he was after someone who would be the ideal servant, why would he settle for someone like Nagito?
"What would you say you bring to the team?" Kichi demanded sternly, "What would you say are your strong points?" "Uh--" Nagito was shoved out of his preoccupied muddle in an instant - was he serious? "If you were a tree, what kind would you be?" "What--?" "If you could have world domination or world peace without any effort on your part, which would you rather have?" "Ah--"
It was a lot - and extremely sudden. Nagito didn't have time to think about his responses, had no idea if Kichi actually wanted answers, if there were things he wouldn't accept--
"Ignore all that, not important!" Kichi commanded gleefully, "What's your favourite type of snacks?" Nagito chuckled and Kichi grinned, shoving his free hand into his pocket as they walked along, his right elbow still locked around Nagito's left arm. "I like savoury things," Nagito answered without much hesitation. Kichi furrowed his brow, "Like, pizza?" "I guess," Nagito shrugged, "It's not⊠Completely dissimilar, at least." "I love pizza!" Kichi crowed, "It's probably my favourite. Maybe of all things, ever." Nagito glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "I've never seen you get pizza before--" "Hey, just because I love it as a concept doesn't mean I have to actually eat it," Kichi cackled, "In theory, I love it; I'm glad somebody invented it." Nagito chuckled and Kichi grinned once again - Nagito was fairly certain Kichi vastly preferred candy and sweets, just based on passive observations. Kichi was most likely aware he'd get caught in that particular lie.
"You never did say where you wanted to go... Master," Nagito mentioned casually; they'd been wandering aimlessly for a while, and Kichi hadn't made any further mention of how uncomfortably warm it was. "We should go to your hellaciously stinky room," Kichi cackled without delay. "Hey!" Nagito laughed and nudged Kichi with his elbow, "If you hate it so much, we should go somewhere else--" "I don't hate it!" Kichi asserted suddenly, "It smells like a gym bag but not in a bad way!" "That makes no sense--" "I like your stink, I said that," Kichi insisted, feigning injury, "Don't make me repeat myself, especially not about this embarrassing shit!" "Sorry," Nagito laughed and Kichi nuzzled his shoulder, accidentally confirming something.
Kichi didn't lie all the time. It was difficult to tell which ones were lies, which were half-truths, and which were total honesty, but not everything he said was completely false. The story about being raised by sewer rats was largely false⊠Probably. It was most likely completely intentional as well, obscuring which things conveyed his honest feelings under the barrage of lies.
"Reeks in here!" Kichi wailed dramatically while Nagito was still unlocking the door to his room. "I haven't even opened the door yet," Nagito chuckled, "You need to work on your reaction timing." "Neeheehee~! I was getting warmed up," Kichi grinned and latched back onto Nagito's arm once he'd returned his keys to his pocket.
"Smells likeâŠ" Kichi began once Nagito had latched the door behind themselves, "'Chaotic depressed guy' in here." "Sorry," Nagito chuckled and shrugged listlessly. "Whatever!" Kichi waved his hand dismissively, not wanting an apology at all, instead wishing to continue peppering Nagito with questions about his preferences, "If you could⊠Go somewhere⊠Where would you wanna go?" Nagito remained silent for a moment; Kichi was immediately uncomfortable with that span of quiet.
"Not sure," Nagito finally responded, shrugging again. "It took you that long to decide you don't know?" Kichi cackled, "Damn you! Making me wait for that!" Nagito smiled faintly and Kichi pulled him over to the bed, gently forcing him to sit then perching upon his lap. "I mean⊠Like⊠With somebodyâŠ"
Kichi's demeanor at that moment was unusual, to say the least - Nagito assumed that meant he was genuinely asking, it wasn't a setup for another joke or lie.
"You mean, like, on a date?" Nagito blinked and Kichi immediately slumped his shoulders, blushing and rolling his eyes. "Y-yeah, whateverâŠ" "I dunno, sorry," Nagito smiled serenely, "I never really thought about it before." "Think about it now!" Kichi commanded, feeling slightly more at-ease since Nagito wasn't behaving oddly at the question, "I wanna know! Weird bastards like you would wanna hang out in weird, bastardly places, I bet!"
"Yeah, probably," Nagito confirmed after a short pause and Kichi erupted into maniacal laughter; Nagito chuckled as Kichi pushed his hair out of his face again. "Wanna go to⊠Like, an arcade?" Kichi asked sheepishly, "Movie?" "You actually wanna know?" "Yeah," Kichi slouched again, "I can't figure you out⊠Sometimes."
"Ancient Egyptian museum exhibit," Nagito stated after a moment, Kichi instantly howling in response. "Nagito! A museum? Are you kidding me?" "No?" Nagito blinked, "People go to museums together⊠Probably. Sometimes." Kichi groaned loudly without missing a beat, "Wavy-haired bastard!" "What did I do?" Nagito chuckled, "You asked and that's where I'd want to go?" "You were supposed to have a slightly, slightly hinged answer!" Kichi cackled, "It's my fault, I should know better by now!" "Yeah," Nagito nodded solemnly and received a prompt swat on his chest, "Ouch." "Guess we're going to a damn museum, or whatever," Kichi grumbled and pulled Nagito's wallet-chain out from under himself, muttering under his breath. "We⊠Uh⊠Don't have to--" "I can't take you to an arcade, you would beat my ass at every game!" Kichi erupted into a wave of maniacal laughter, "I might have a stupid compulsion about accepting challenges I can't win, but I'm not a masochist!" "Sorry," Nagito chuckled, receiving a prompt nuzzle against his neck and shoulder.
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These are somehow simultaneously one-offs, and sequential? I dunno XD!! They build off of the ones I wrote before (sometimes), but not in a way that would make no sense at all without the prior ones... Except the fact that I write them with the understanding that they've been friends for a few months and have gotten slightly more comfortable with each other, so they might seem slightly out of character? Kichi would still lie a lot, just not quite as often. Nagito's social skills aren't the best so he's trying a little harder to avoid screwing up now.
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As promised I did note down the weirdly specific Cara prompt from earlier in the week đ€Ł
So here we go: as Cara likes to collect/hoard random items, including magical ones, and just put scarfs over then to stop the glowing - how does Bellara feel whenever she needs to go into Cara's room?
Second prompt of the night for you, but this time it's only a little one!
Cara Hawke Laidir & Bellara Lutare, Bellara Lutare/Irelin (mentioned), fluff and poor archiving practices
@teine-mallaichte | @dadrunkwriting
more comfortable in chaos
Bellara's pretty used to being considered fairly careless, as mages go. It's less that she means to be, and more that when she finds something new and exciting, her curiosity tends to run away with her faster than she can assemble a ward or move an artifact to a safe isolation chamber in order to experiment. And sometimes, when you take the artifact out of the space it was designed to function in, it can break down completely, or explode, orâŠ
Anyway, the point is, she's not exactly cautious when it comes to magical objects. It used to drive Irelin crazy, the way she'd only remember to put a ward up halfway through dissassembling an object, or how often she'd come home with singed hair, missing eyebrows, or burned fingers.
"You'll lose a hand, one of these days," she'd say, applying elfroot balm to her stinging palm, and Bellara would cringe and apologise and promise not to do it again, though they both knew that she'd never be able to keep that promise.
She tries not to think of Irelin too much - they all have bigger problems, these days, than an awkward breakup where they hadn't (still haven't) quite figured out how to be friends yet - but she can't help but be reminded of her ex whenever she sets foot in Cara's room. Not because they're similar - she can't think of two more different people than Cara and Irelin, aside from the fact they're both mages, and dark-haired, and willing to listen to her talk- okay, maybe they have more in common than she'd like to think about, but that's not the reason that Cara's room reminds her of Irelin.
Cara's room reminds her of Irelin because (and she knows it's a malicious thought) Cara's methods for handling magical objects would give Irelin (or any Veil Jumper, really, Bellara included) a heart attack. For all that Harding calls her Rook, she always reminds Bellara more of a magpie, drawn to anything shiny or moving or buzzing ominously. To her credit, she's generous with her toys - she's never refused Bellara a power crystal, or even a trinket to disassemble for parts, but it's the way she stores and catalogues them that fascinates (and terrifies) Bellara in equal measure.
The first time she was invited in, it had almost been like the day she arrived in Arlathan - her eyes felt so wide they might start from her head. Her shelves were crowded with treasures and trinkets and runestones, things that whirred and glowed and occasionally went bing with fascinating inexplicability.
She couldn't repress the questions that overflowed from her, that first time.
"Do you know what that does? Have you tested this one? Does it stop making the noise if-?"
Cara had laughed at her questions, not unkindly: "Um, it projects illusory fish on the walls at midnight, as far as I can tell. No, as far as I can figure it doesn't explode but it looks good on the shelf next to the astrolabe, right? I can't figure out how to stop the noise, but I can show you how to make it louder if you want to test it-"
"How do you sleep in here?"
Cara had blinked at her. "With- my eyes shut?"
"No, I mean- you have so many artifacts, and you don't even know what half of them do, and- and they could be dangerous!" She still hated the squeak that crept into her voice at that, the way it had made Cara's lazy, catlike smile broaden.
"Well, they haven't blown up yet," she'd said, sunnily. "And when I want to sleep, I throw a scarf over the glowy ones."
"A scarf-"
Cara cackled. "Would it help if I told you the scarf is warded?"
"No!"
She recruits Neve to help her and Cara ward everything she isn't immediately borrowing. Cara, predictably, complains the whole time, but at least she can sleep soundly on the far side of the Lighthouse- at least until Cara brings home more treasures for her terrible hoard.
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ACFTL Sneak Peak (Well, now I guess itâs a leak) Chapter Thoughts:
Spoilers below!!
This isnât proofread if something is confusing please ask me in the replies for clarification
- The dedication to âanyone who ever wanted a second chanceâ is⊠almost ominous. On one hand it seems itâs like just a normal dedication but on the other itâs almost as if itâs a warning. Like Stephanieâs trying to warn a person who wants a second that itâs not always gonna end well.
- The story from the beginning about doorknobs was told before I believe and I think emphasizing this again is to allude to her ability to open doors with her blood. Will she figure this out again on her own? The doorknobs to what is rumored (The rumorâs probably true) to be the Valor childrenâs rooms in Wolf Hall spoke to her.
- Evangeline being absolutely lost is actually so sad to me. While I was reading the second page and it said she was feeling as if she couldnât breathe I actually started to cry a bit. Sheâs in an unfamiliar location with no clue how she got there, when she got there, why sheâs there.
- Her last memory is her father dying. đ
- She doesnât remember anything about Apollo but does remember there was something important she needed to say to someone. She doesnât remember but itâs that she needs to tell Jacks she loves him. She slightly remembers Jacks even though sheâs not able to attach a name to it. (Iâm latching onto any hope I can)
- âYour memories were stolen by someone whoâs been trying to tear us apartâ Apollo if you donât shut your ass up.
- ââŠand over his heart was a vibrant tattoo of two swords in the shape of a heart with a name in the center: Evangeline.â I CACKLED. THATS SO BAD đ IM DYING FROM SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT. She doesnât really want you Apollo please give up.
- Apollo says that the marks on his back was the price he paid to return from Hell. Also the price Evangeline payed for your stupidity when you decided to get torturedđ Who even tortured him? Or was it like done on purpose to have a story for why he came back. Doubt itâs the ladder because the curse wasnât having him thinking right.
- Okay so Apolloâs not lying when he says Jacks put him in a suspended state but, Apollo, PLEASE calm down itâs not that deep. AND STOP LYING JACKS WOULD NEVER INTENTIONALLY HURT EVANGELINE
- Out poor boy Jacks is gonna have a difficult time in acftl đ
- âYouâre looking at me differentlyâ heâs acting like she shouldnât beâŠ
- No Eva :((((( you didnât trade your memories to be with him :(((( HE STOLE THEMMMM
- He makes her go back with him and then almost instantly leaves her. She is left as a shadow of herself because of him and he leaves her in her room to go handle matters. Like PLEASE how does Evangeline think this is okay.
- I- Stephanie please stop with mentions of arrows it reminds me of the fact Jacks is the Archer and what heâs been through (this is obviously why sheâs doing this and i love and hate her for it)
- Wonder which door handles belong to which of the Valor childrenâs rooms. If what the rumors say is true. Feel like the one shaped like a dragon is Dane because he was a shifter and the one story LaLa told about him picking her up as a dragon or something. Iâm not sure about the fairy wing one or wolf head with crown (maybe Aurora??) because we donât know a lot about the Valorâs besides the basics. I am very excited to learn more though, they have a very interesting story.
- The fact Evangelineâs having to relive the grief she felt over the death of her parentâs because she doesnât know it wasnât very recent (thanks to her memories being stolen) is so tragic. I feel terrible for her :( Itâs terrible having both your parents die but to have to deal with the grief twice?
- The door handles speaking to her is crazy because if I remember right known of the others ever did. I wonder why they do that. Probably because theyâre old and from a family of people with magical gifts lmao. Plus Eva is literally a part of a prophecy connected to them. Itâs gonna have some importance (hopefully)
- Really looking forward to learning again (or hopefully remembering) that she can open doors with her blood.
- Wait crazy theory, what if Stephanieâs making references to things from ouabh and tbona throughout the whole book? Like important things Evangeline forgot? Thatâs a bit of a stretch but I am writing this at 1 am so
- A few things have happened that are almost like deja vu/repeating history moments. If you think about it, itâs happened a lot throughout the books too. Iâll make a more in depth post on this at a later point.
- The maid Martine seems important. I donât know what yet but thereâs something. How could he just have moved so quickly from the Meridian Empire?? Something isnât adding up especially her pause in speaking.
- âHer heart still hurt as if it had been brokenâ This is so sad Stephanie will be expecting many therapy bills after this book.
- Itâs so upsetting that Evangeline canât remember anything like our poor girl :(
- I donât like this doctor but the helpers are odd
- Wait Evangeline is 17. I guess it makes some sense but like wow thatâs crazy.
- I still really hate that reporter guy heâs annoying.
- Who is Yrell really because like why did they shut Telma up? Thereâs gotta be some reason.
- Okay okay the reporter guy just⊠disappeared? Like it was super quick too. wtf? How? Probably reading too much into this but how does he just disappear. Itâs not like it would take a while to read that card there was nothing on it practically and then he just is gone.
- âHe would carry her through more than freezing waterâ Eva darling thatâs not Apollo thatâs Jacks please remember đđ
- Apollo you are a monster not Jacks so stop lying. You removed Evangelineâs memories, you literally hunted her down and I do not care if you were cursed Jacks got over it before.
- He makes me SO mad. How can he so easily lie??
- APOLLO HAVING DADDY ISSUES
- Heâs selfish to think a ton of people would make him monuments and stuff. Apollo you havenât even done anything grand to help the people (that we know of) why would they do that?
- Who else knows Apollo took her memories? He says that someone does but that he wonât have to worry about them soon. No one else was right there and able to know? Right? I thought they were all in the Valory. It canât be Jacks because it goes on to talk about Jacks directly after and itâs in a different manner.
- Crazy idea, what if because Apollo knows the Valorâs are out he thinks the one whoâs able to see the future (Think his name is Vesper I donât feel like looking right now) knows what he did đ I doubt it but.
- Apolloâs really upset over Jacks being better that heâs making reporter guy make his crimes uglier until heâs caught. He wants his name synonymous with vile, Apollo, you are synonymous with vile please shut the fck up <3
- Was it previously mentioned that the Great Houses have a council? I donât think so but that makes sense I guess.
- Them talking about Luc attempting to steal the throne and calling him a whelp đ Whereâd he run to? Back to Chaosâs? Kinda doubt that they have issues because Luc wonât listen to him or something. Wonder where heâs at and if heâs gonna be important this book.
- So funny to me that Wolfric Valor just shows up and is under the house of âValeâ like whose idea was that? Itâs like the worst disguise ever Vale and Valor sound the exact same.
- How does Apollo know the Valorâs arenât really dead? Unless itâs a secret that everyone in the Arcadian family line kept because Wolf Hall used to be the Valorâs.
- Am I the only one who doesnât like Wolfric that much? I get bad vibes.
- Plus the whole betrothing his daughter to a dude named VENGEANCE
- I know he didnât exactly know his name before betrothing her but you think he wouldâve been like âuhm maybe notâ HIS NAMES VENGEANCE I MEAN HE CANâT BE GOOD
(Sorry had to rant about that because that whole story is absolutely wild to me)
- Who tf is Byron Belleflower. Like I know who he is heâs some lord but like who tf is that??
This whole thing probably doesnât make sense Iâm sleep deprived
#ouabh#tbona#acftl#stephanie garber#evajacks#caraval#evangeline fox#jacks prince of hearts#acftl spoilers#acftl theories#acftl sneak peak#apollo acadian#ew i tagged apollo
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The Cat and the Fox - a Life series AU idea
Scar bounded through a twisted, green forest with the silent thumping of paws, afraid that something could jump out of the trees and attack him at any moment. Or the trees themselves could jump out at him. Or something else entirely. What did he know?
It had felt like years since the Shadow Queen had sworn vengeance upon these lands, tearing apart their home with wicked plantlife and inflicting a terrible curse upon them that only spread and spread. Scarâs friend Mumbo had said that the trees that she grew were angry at them for some reason, and angry trees definitely didnât sound very fun to deal with. But then the curse spread, and Mumbo left them. He could have been transformed into any number of terrible beasts. Maybe Mumbo was watching him right now, and could see what Scar himself had turned into.Â
Scar kept running through the forest.Â
Ba-bum bump ba-bum bump ba-bum bump.
Pant pant pant.
The feeling of wind in his face.Â
His padded, hidden claws bounding across the leafy forest floor.
 Just keep running. Just clear your mind. Just need to find-
The sudden thought put a giant weight on Scarâs heart, like a rock, undoing all the numbness that his time alone in the forest had done. His running slowed to a trot, then to nothing at all. If he was able to cry in this body, he would have.Â
The heavy thought made him realize that had no idea where his original body was. He had no idea where any of his friends were, or even if they were okay. He simply hung all of his hopes on the premise that Grian had gone into this cursed forest to find Mumbo (or die trying), and had managed to survive. Without Grian, Scar would have never survived the curse for as long as he did. Surely Grian would do just fine out here on his own. Scar would do the best he could in this body, find Grian, and everything would be just fine! He was sure of it.Â
Scar yawned, his pointy teeth glimmering, and he fell asleep, the golden sunlight warming his fur.
Scar awoke to a strange, cackling-like sound that echoed through the woods ominously. Whatever had made it was definitely not happy, and it was getting closer and closer. Why had he fallen asleep? He had no idea how to defend himself against another creature!Â
He supposed that he had some advantages, of course. Scar had very sharp claws, was more agile than he had been when he was a human, and was large and bulky enough to shake off a hard hit. But he hadnât gotten used to any of these abilities, and he had no idea whether the creature was a transformed human like he was, or just another animal.
He stood up, his fur standing on edge and his tail instinctively tucking beneath him. The strange-sounding creature was getting closer still. Scar backed up against a knotted tree, hissing and trying his best to sound intimidating. The critter emerged from out of the underbrush, and finally Scar got a good look at it. It was, for the most part, a normal-looking arctic fox with silvery-white fur, except for the fact that it had a thin slash through one of its eyes, which glowed an intimidating red. They also appeared to have more than one bushy tail that wagged dangerously behind them. Was it two tails? Ten? It was hard to say for sure.
The fox prowled around Scar, studying him with its cold, dark eyes. Scar took the hint and began to circle the fox in turn, bracing himself for a showdown. The two creatures circled each other for a while, and after what felt like ages, the fox pounced unexpectedly, pinning Scar to the ground with its thick, black claws.
âN-no!â Scar mewed, bracing for the fox to strike with its sharp canines. Fortunately, the fox never did. As soon as the fox heard Scarâs voice, it stopped, studying him with surprise.Â
âUh⊠Scar?â The fox said in a voice that Scar recognized.Â
âEtho?â Scar responded, equally surprised. He had known the tall, light-haired man during what felt like ages ago, but that was before Etho had a tail (or ten, for that matter). But that didnât make very much sense. Etho was strong! Scar thought that Etho would have surely survived against the curse.
âSo, what are you doing out here?â Etho asked, his tails flicking in every direction. âDid the curse get to you as well?â
ââŠYeah,â Scar answered, his ears flattening against his head.Â
He always felt that his cursing was his own fault. Grian had warned him not to go too far into the forest, and to just stay on the outskirts. But of course, Scar never listened. His cane got stuck on a knotted root and he tripped, was attacked by a cursed she-wolf, and had ended up where he was now.
âSorry about attacking you,â Etho said, his ears lowering slightly. âYou never know whether a cursed animal could be hostile or not, you know.âÂ
Then a slow smile spread across his lips. âjust out of curiosity⊠Did I make you jump?â
âOh, definitely,â Scar laughed. âSo⊠how have you been doing?â It was an awkward question. What else do you ask somebody whoâs just attacked you and you havenât seen in forever?
âNot terrible, actually,â Etho said to Scarâs surprise. âI have a nice place in the side of a mountain. Iâm actually rooming with Cleo right now, since she was doing about as great as I am.â Etho flexed his claws, a sad expression passing across his face. âItâs pretty cold and dark most of the time, but at least I have some company.âÂ
âOh! Well, that sounds just great!â He said, but to tell the truth, Scar hadnât expected any of that. He knew firsthand that Cleo and Etho had an interesting relationship, to say the least.Â
Etho then trotted away without another word, but Scar followed him intently.Â
âWhere âya going, Etho?â Scar asked, trying to get past Ethoâs great mass of tails.Â
âUhh, back to Cleoâs?â Etho said flatly.
âWell, Iâm coming with you, arenât I?â Scar said hopefully.
âYou⊠want to move back in with us?â Scar had to admit it was a fair question. He had lived with Cleo, Bdubs, and Etho a while back, forming a sort of dysfunctional family, emphasis on dysfunctional.
âAw, I wouldnât call it so much as moving in. Iâm kind of new to this whole thing, and I havenât seen any of you in ages!â
Etho sighed. âOk,â was all he said, but it was more than enough for Scar.Â
The large, gray cat bounded beside the strange fox with joy welling up in his chest. Scar didnât have to be alone anymore. All that was left to do was to find Grian, and then all his problems would be sorted. Scar told this to himself the whole way there, until he knew in his heart that it was true.
#this was just a lil idea I had for an au. hope you liked it!#trafficblr#gtwscar#ethoslab#zombie cleo#the clockers
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Secrets untold of light and dark (Bonus part 2)
(Part 1)
SFS was the first to attack. She flew forwards as a blur of icy golden light that left a trail of ice crystals behind in her path and aimed her claws to strike Nega Jess somewhere. The massive silvery serpentine-like dragon easily overshadowed the smaller form after all. But despite her best efforts, she just hit the face that happened to be down low. Her claws, quite small, barely left a mark on the jaws. It was more like a mildly annoying scape, technically speaking. And she stared in horror at the fact her attack barely had much effect too.
Nega Jess just smiled wide, and in one swift movement she swung her claws and sent SFS into a nearby wall of vines that grew close to the tree. âDid you really think youâd stand a chance against me, alone?â She mused softly, shifting her body slightly to face SFS yet again before firing off a flurry of electric orbs directly at her.
SFS managed to move just enough to get out of the way with a yelp. Her ears hung a little. Nega Jess was right. Even with her new powers she wasnât too strongâŠBut she had to try! She shook off and got back up with ice gathering at her fingertips before lunging into the air and swinging her claws down firing a few ice shards at Nega Jess.
Nega Jess cackled ominously and her rings slid from her tail and stopped at one of her claws. She then held the rings out and captured the shardsâŠAnd fired them back much stronger and faster!
SFS barely avoided the counter attack. But she felt the sting when one of the shards hit her wings. She landed on the ground and looked up at the beast before her whose glowing eyes focused intently waiting for her next move. Could she really managed to win this battle..? It seemed impossibleâŠBut then she remembered the Nega Crystal that the beast was wearing.
She held the Tranquility Crystal close, drawing out its stored power, then held out a clawed hand and from it fired a massive burst of light that struck Nega Jess without much time for her to react appropriately as she screeched and fell down.
As the beam faded gradually Nega Jess was visible on the ground. A crumpled heap seemingly defeated quite easy! Maybe..Too Easy.
But SFS seemed to get very excited and turned around when she heard someone land. Chaotic had made a surprise appearance and watched SFS seemingly bounce in place as she eagerly explained to him that she beat Nega Jess.
And yetâŠ
Nega Jess quietly moved a hand to the Nega Crystal still around her neck as a necklace on the ground. She gently pulled the gem free and quietly slid it back to Chaotic without him noticing. But her form did not revert back to normal. Instead a sinister darkness covered her like a shadow. Perhaps at one time she would have lost herself to this corruptive force..But now, she had full control of it on her own. She didnât need a crystal for that. Not anymore. Nega Jess could control it. At last.
The two siblings were celebrating the victoryâŠUntil a shadow slowly crept over behind them. Chaotic looked first, followed by SFS. Their eyes widened as the figure soon towered over them as dark as night with only the glowing eyes staring them down. Both glanced at the other and held their crystals close and became their super forms without a word.
Nega Jess slammed her claws into the ground once more, an eerie phantom around her almost mimicking her movement. The impact cracked the ground as she dragged her claws back, opening a chasm that she jumped intoâŠ
And then her upper half re-appeared, now much larger, and her even sharper claws lifted her up as she stared down her new challengers and roared at them angrily shaking and rattling the entire universe.
The true final battle had began.
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"Nonononono!! Get away!!" *ichi's desperately gripping the controller as his gaze is glued to the tv, him and his opponent sitting beside him currently neck and neck in a kart race!! the finish line is in sight and it looks as if ichi might just barely manage to get ahead, at least until he hears an ominous loud noise before a huge bolt of lightning suddenly hits his character and it stops dead in its tracks!!*
"NOOOOOO!!!!" *he dramatically flops onto his back the moment he crosses the finish line a few seconds later, a frustrated groan leaving him as he was sure he would win. to rub salt in the wound, not only did he not even get second place, he ended up coming in fifth...*
"Nuh-uhhh! I'm gonna getcha!!!" Cackles Phanty as he doesn't let up one bit, his character"s kart practically bumping against Ichiban's!! He can just taste first , as they steadily approach the finish line... and then he sees Ichiban's character get zapped!!!
"Pffthah!" With that, Phanty scores first place! But then Ichiban's wail, along with the fact he ended up dropping to fifth place- "Haha!! Bwahahahaaa!!" Makes Phanty burst out laughing!!! "Victoryyy!!! Phew, what ah eghtense race! But man, how did you end up dropping to fifth place?! Talk about super unlucky timing with that lightning!! Ohh well, better luck next tiiiime~! Try not to get zapped, again, then! Gyahahaha!!!"

Now he's practically keeling over in laughter, even giving Ichiban 'comforting' pats~
#!!!! The boys be Mario Karting!!! đđïž#HBGJH BUT OH NO!!! ICHIII!!! THRAWTED BY THE DREADED âĄ!!!!#AND PHANTY LAUGHING AT HIM!!! SAVE THE POOR HIMBTEEEEE!!!!#Phanty answers;;#essenceofjustice
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IM MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 3 NOW HERE'S MORE OF MY THOUGHTS
post-blinding Kanan is actually such a glow up from sighted Kanan, tbh. Once again proving that disability makes you sexier. Maul did him a favor!!!! Rex totally gave him the jaig eyes, btw
that whole s2 finale with Maul pretending to be a Frail Old Man to win Ezra's favor was so goddamn funny. hobbling around like "oh woe is me :( can't open this door :( without an apprentice :(:(:(" he's so goddamn dramatic
AHSOKAAAAA SOBBING WAILING BANGING MY FISTS AGAINST THE WALL
I am a Kallus/Garazeb shipper. They fucked on that moon. If they did NOT fuck on that moon, that also makes sense because it left Kallus Gagging For It bad enough that he turned coat. Kallus needs that lasat dick as badly as he needs professional therapy. That episode should have been titled "de-radicalizing my imperial enemy by giving him a size kink"
I bet Zeb and Rex are so fucking fun to hang out with. I bet they drink shitty space beers and watch space sport broadcasts together. Their bond as warriors is so strong and manly I'd die for them
The arc with the two holocrons was so fucking funny to me that the next 5 bullet points are all about different parts Maul's Big Gay Meltdown. Beginning with when he marched Kanan out the airlock. "You tried to kill me last time" "if at first you don't succeed, try try again" BITCH YOU ARE SO CUNTY WHO TAUGHT YOU TO BE LIKE THAT
The fact that Maul did not even wait 0.2 seconds after his and Ezra's holocron vision group call before SPRITING to his ship for OBI WAN đââïžđââïžđââïž girl you do NOT KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING đđđđ SLOW DOWN
The fact that Maul then later has to call Ezra back because oh yeah, he doesn't actually know where Obes is đđđ and the fact that he "calls Ezra back" by materializing as a sulking hallucination strutting in the background and whispering ominously is SO GODDAMN FUNNY YOU DRAMATIC ASS BITCH
When Kanan and Ezra are like "Bendu!! How do I stop seeing Maul everywhere?" And bendu is like "don't turn around lol" and Maul is just đ§ right there


I AM LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD IM CACKLING IM CRYING LOOK AT HIS LITTLE PEPE SILVIA CORK BOARD!!!! WHY DOES EVERYTHING LOOK LIKE IT'S WRITTEN IN BLOOD??? WHY IS HE SO ADAMANT EZRA NOT TOUCH ANYTHING???? BABE IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT IN HERE YOU LIVE LIKE THIS????
My partner pointed out the tile portrait of Satine that Maul presumably RIPPED OUT OF A WALL just to take to his cave and SCRIBBLE ALL OVER IT WITH VIOLENCE and he was like "that's so silly, why would he do that" and I said simply "it was a good day for him"
KALLUS BEING FULCRUM IS SO FUNNY I LOVE THAT FOR HIM!!! GO YOU FRUITY LITTLE BOTTOM, GO!!!!!
The last episode I watched was the 2 part Geonosis bit with Saw Gerrera and the last Geonosian egg and Klick-Klack. If Saw Gerrera has no enemies, I am dead. Fuck that guy, Klick-Klack was SO CUTE and he was SUCH AN ASSHOLE
On season 2 of Star Wars Rebels for the very first time. Here are my very important and original takes:
Hera is Mother.
Kanan is the dad with Baggage who doesn't quite know how to Bond with his Boy but he's trying really hard!! He's trying SO hard!!! (It's really hard to watch)
Kanan is probably always asking Ezra if he wants to play ball out back. No Kanan, he wants to shoot guns and steal a tie fighter. He does not want to toss around the ball with you.
Zeb, Ezra, and Chopper have the vibes of a trio of brothers that operate under Gallagher rules. Their space tiktoks are probably fucking insufferable. Nothing but prank videos all around. Chopper's pranks are all questionably legal
Sabine is their cool lesbian sister of the family. I want the world for her. Everytime she's in a combat scene I shout "MANDOS CARRY" at my partner until we both devolve into chanting it
Chopper has killed for sport and enjoyed it. He will kill again
Rex is the fun uncle that tells Ezra all the graphic Clone War stories he wants and let's him try a sip of his space moonshine because he thinks it will be funny when Ezra does a violent spit-take. (He's right and it's hilarious).
Hera LOVES Rex, he reminds her of her childhood in a Good Way, and this gives Kanan hives because of his Trauma. He is always spying on them in painfully obvious ways when all they're doing is like. Playing that holochess thingie and shooting the shit about the Clone Wars.
I know Maul shows up eventually and I am so fucking excited for what he is going to add to this dynamic
#trixree speaks#trixree watches Rebels#star wars rebels#sw rebels#getting caught up before Ahsoka#gay maul monday
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Little Songbird (pt 2)
Part 1: x
Summary: Lady Dimitrescu becomes addicted to your voice and wants to hear you⊠sing some more.
Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,870
Warnings: The Smut Chapter~
Over the next few days, Lady Dimitrescu barely caught a glance of you. Either you were overworking yourself, or avoiding her. The thought made her bristle with annoyance, mostly aimed at herself. Had she scared you off?
Down below in the servantsâ quarters, you tried your best not to pay attention to the rush of heat that went through your body every time you remembered Lady Dimitrescuâs lingering gaze on you.Â
You hadnât seen her, or frankly you had tried avoiding her. You kept to your duties, overworking yourself, distracting yourself, wondering if what you felt was unholy. Wondering if she felt the same.
âLady Dimitrescu has asked you to clean her personal study,â the head housemaid said one day in the kitchens. You paled a little, nearly dropping the plate you were drying off.
â..Oh?â
âYouâre to go there after dinner tonight.â She was absent-mindedly polishing some of the silverware at the counter, not noticing how you had reacted. âThe Lady will run you through whatâs needed.â
âShe.. sheâll be there?âÂ
âYes, of course," she replied, âsheâd never let any of us in by ourselves. I would know.â
She definitely would. It was only her that would ever be allowed in Lady Dimitrescuâs study to clean. But she didnât seem to mind it was you who was on that duty tonight... you dreaded the massive list of things you would probably have to do. Was this a punishment?
âClean yourself up before you go.â She eyed your dirtied apron and ashy skirt. âNo use if you're just going to mess up what youâll be cleaning.â
And so, with fresh clothes and your face scrubbed clean of grease, you made your way up through the castle levels to get to the study. On the way, you heard faint buzzing down the hall.Â
You turned to see dark robes disappearing around the corner, and suddenly the dimly-lit hallway was a lot more ominous and foreboding than before. Hurrying down the direction you needed to go, you tried not to drop any of your supplies as your heart-rate picked up.
Just around the corner, you kept thinking, just a little further and-
âBoo!âÂ
You shrieked, shock coursing through your body in a split second as Miss Daniela appeared right in your face when you turned the last corner. Her bloodied mouth split into a wide, cunning smile at your reaction, your face flushing red in embarrassment and sudden fear.
âOh, now that was fun, wasnât it?â she cackled, circling around you with the curiosity of a feline, far too close for comfort, âIÂ haven't seen you up here before.â
The water in your bucket had managed to spill over the side in your jump, and you felt your stockings and shoes soaking through. You grimaced at the feeling and Miss Daniela could only giggle.
She tugged at your hair like a bratty younger sibling as she disappeared in a swarm of insects that buzzed around your head, calling after you,
âHave fun~âÂ
You felt the water squish in your shoes as you walked the last few steps towards the intimidating double-doors of Lady Dimitrescuâs personal study.
It wasnât anything like the last study you had cleaned. It felt massive to you- everything must have been custom made for her. The chairs, the desk, the bookcase. Youâd have to do some real climbing to clean all the nooks and crannies in here.
But it was the piano in the centre of the room that really caught your eye. It was dark- but not quite black. There was a rich, deep red sheen to it, and just like everything else in the room, it seemed to tower above you.
And her-Â
Lady Dimitrescu was already in her nightly attire- a long-sleeved nightgown. It was a cream colour, as always, and you wondered if the light was a little stronger, how sheer the fabric would be..
âAh, there you are.â Lady Dimitrescuâs voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you straightened up a little. âCome closer, little songbird. Into the light.â
The nickname made you blush furiously, though you did as she asked. So she hadnât forgotten you. Was that supposed to be a relief? The squish of your shoes made you grimace, and from the way her eyes trailed down, she heard it as well.
âDid it rain on the way here?â she asked, dryly. You looked down at the carpet, clutching your supplies. You were leaving footprints behind. Youâd definitely have to clean that thoroughly.
âI- I spilled some water on the way here. I.. tripped,â you said. You didnât think ratting out her daughter would put the Lady in a good mood.Â
Her expression didnât prove to you that she believed you, but she let it be. She picked up a small sheet of paper with listed chores and handed it to you without much thought.
You expected an explosive list of unending duties, but you were quite surprised with the sparse instructions. Dust the bookshelves, sweep under the piano, scrub the floors...
This was one of the few rooms in the entire castle that looked, quite frankly, immaculate. Everything seemed to have a place already, so you really didnât need to do much at all.
You quietly set to work without any further commentary, and didnât catch the way Lady Dimitrescu watched you from her desk when you came into her peripheral vision. The letters from Mother Miranda didnât register in her mind as she listened to you work, hoping for the sound of your voice. Then she heard you hum, lightly, only for you to catch yourself mid-dusting, and stop altogether.
When you got to the piano, you needed to move the bench to get under and sweep, but when you pushed against the heavy piece of furniture, it screeched against the floor, startling both of you.
âSorry,â you squeaked, barely audible. You looked up and caught her deep yellow eyes staring at you intently, and something stirred deep inside you.
âI didnât know you played,â you commented once you realized Lady Dimitrescu wasnât going to say anything to break the awkward silence. In fact, she adored seeing you so flustered and shy, and didnât want it to end.
âI donât often,â she eventually replied. She stood up from her desk, and you nearly snapped your neck keeping your eyes on hers as she rose above you.
You hurried out of the way as she came to sit on the bench. Lady Dimitrescu lifted the fallboard and a soft, light chord rung out as she pressed down on the keys.Â
âCan you match pitch?â She was testing some of the sound in various chords, simple but effective. You watched her fingers dance, only to realize you had not seen her without gloves before now. The nails were painted in a dark, deep red. Her fingers were long and pale, and the skin on the backs of her hands were marred with little silvery scars. You wondered what they tasted like.
She gestured for you to come sit next to her, and you clambered up on the bench to kneel on the cushion. Lady Dimitrescu played a little more as you hummed along with the chords.Â
âSing a song for me, pet,â she said, without glancing towards you. Her hands stilled to give you a moment to think, but your brain was only short-circuiting. It was like all of a sudden, every known song had disappeared from your memory.
Then a finger tapped your chin and lifted your head up to gaze into her eyes, and you sighed in contentment at the physical touch.Â
Her eyebrow quirked a little, as if barely registering the sound you made.Â
âNo? No ideas?â she asked. Her perfume was that much denser when close to you, and it overwhelmed you. You could only weakly shake your head, nerves churning in your stomach.
âWell, we canât have that,â she hummed. âI still want to hear you, little one.â
âIâm sorry...â you began, but she tutted. Sheâd make you sing in a.. different way. She wasnât going to let you go after all those agonizing days without getting to hear you properly.
The hand that was holding your chin dropped down to your thigh. Your eyes were still adoringly glued to her face as she dropped the fallboard back over the keys. It nearly made her blush.
The world surged around you as you were suddenly lifted up from your seat. You were put on top of the piano, facing Lady Dimitrescu, and she nudged your legs apart so she could lean forward a little more. Your eyes were level with hers now, and you caught a flash of her white teeth as she smiled, lovingly, but devilishly.Â
âDo you think you can sing well?â she asked, one hand wrapping around the entirety of one of your ankles. You immediately shook your head. The dampness of your feet and legs caught her attention, and she tutted again.
âOff,â she ordered, leaning away, before wiping her hand on her dress. You hurriedly did as she asked, tugging down your still-wet stockings, ripping a little bit of the fabric, but you couldnât mind with the way Lady Dimitrescu was eyeing you.
âGood girl.â
You clamped your thighs together, and she definitely didnât miss that. Her hand went back to wrap around your ankle, now fabric-free. The other reached out to cup the side of your jaw, trailing down and wrapping around your neck, squeezing lightly for less than a second. Then it lowered even more and undid the top button of your dress.
âStill want to stay and sing for me, little songbird?â she asked, her hand lingering, but not moving from its spot. âYour tasks are long done.â
That was not true, you hadnât even swept yet. But you slowly began to realize maybe the chores had nothing to do with you coming up here tonight.
The question burned deep inside you, and Lady Dimitrescu looked like she wasnât going to move until you gave your consent. Though you loved the tension that was building, you began to feel restless.
âYes, please.â You inched your legs a little wider, and her smile grew.Â
âSuch a pleasant sound, your voice,â she said, as her hand from your ankle trailed up your leg. âI was enraptured many weeks ago, when I heard you for the first time.â
âYou.. youâve heard me before?â you gasped a little, because her cool fingers pressed against the sensitive inside of your thighs. You thought you were always alone when you sang during work.
âOh yes,â she grinned, ânow sing for me, little pet. Make all the noise you want.â
Her mouth was on yours in an instant, filling your lungs with perfume and warm breath. The buttons on your dress came apart as her hands pulled at them one by one. Your skirt was pushed up, and then she pressed down on your torso to get you to lie on your back. The piano was smooth and cold beneath, and there was a brief moment you regretted that it was definitely going to be dirtied by what was to come. But then Lady Dimitrescuâs mouth latched onto your neck and all thoughts evaporated from your brain.Â
There was a pinch as she nipped at the soft skin between neck and shoulder, making your back arch and your body lift off the piano.
âHmm.. delightful,â she growled. Her large hands slid up your dress and your entire lower half was exposed.
âOh, I can smell you,â she sighed. She pulled back only a moment to tug the dress off your whole body. Your fingers scrabbled against the pianoâs slick surface as you felt your nipples harden at her touch.
She sat back on the bench and scooted forward, leaning down to inhale your alluring smell as you lay there, gasping for air.Â
âNow.â She pulled your legs apart, eyes zoning in on your cunt. âI want to hear you sing.â
Her mouth pressed against your folds and a warm, wet tongue slipped up to catch your clit. A squeal escaped you and she kissed it a little more in reward.
âThatâs it. More.â
Her fingers dug into your thighs before she began sucking and licking almost aggressively. Your body was trembling with every swipe of her tongue, every delicate nibble on your folds.
Your gasps rose in volume, your voice breaking in small squeaks and whimpers. Though she adored it when you carried a tune, this was much more satisfying.Â
Her tongue pressed inside without any hesitation. You felt it curl and push inside you, catching your wetness and scent. A low growl in the back of her throat made you cry out, and her grip tightened even more.
It wasnât going to take long, you realized. The despair in her relentless tongue, her piercing eyes watching your body rise and drip with sweat made the coil tighten with every passing moment.Â
Her pupils were blown, and every time you let out another sound, she pressed on a little harder, a little faster.
âOh!â Her tongue had slipped out and were replaced by two thick fingers. Your cry of delight earned you her warm lips wrapping around your clit, and you couldnât help but grab at her head of thick, smooth hair.Â
The curls slipped delightfully through your fingers and you were watching the ceiling, trying to make out the shapes in the darkness, until she pulled away and said,
âEyes on me, dear. Nowhere else.â
You had to hoist yourself up with one hand to watch her, and she got back to work immediately. Eyes locked, one hand in her hair, and hers wrapped around you so tightly you couldnât move away.Â
âFuck..â you hissed out as her fingers curled. Her eyes flashed; she seemed to like it, so you kept going.
âPlease..â you begged, hips trying to buck in her hold, âoh, please please.. it feels..s-so good.â
Your thighs had been completely smeared by her lipstick, or those were bruises forming from her grip. Either way, the marks made your head spin with arousal.Â
âPlease donât stop... Please, donât ever stop.â You were gasping, trying hard to focus on your words, but then her mouth sucked hard on your clit, and you were lost in meaningless sounds and little cries of pleasure as you came.
She didnât stop, revelling in your gasps and broken whimpers, music to her ears. When your body began pulling away and you felt a tingling sensitivity every time she tried to touch your clit again, that was when she knew to let you go.Â
Lady Dimitrescu sat back a moment, basking in the sight of you, wet and spent, spread out over her piano and with cum dripping down your thighs. She lifted her hand and wiped her mouth with the back of it to catch any further stray lipstick, but she didnât quite catch all of it.Â
When you could finally breathe normally, you sat up slowly and trembled again under her piercing gaze.Â
Your small hands reached out to cup her cheeks, startling her. She thought youâd dash off with your bucket and leave immediately. You inched closer and used your thumbs to wipe the last bits of lipstick, and then kissed her. Soft, sweet, just like your singing.Â
You peppered her lips and chin with kisses for a few minutes. She allowed all of it, held you close as you breathed her in. You shifted, feeling your body unstick from the piano with an unsavoury sound and you pulled a face, making her laugh. It made you giddy inside.
You stayed like that for a long while, and you relished in how warm and soft she was.Â
âPerhaps you can sing again for me sometime,â she suggested, âan actual song.â
You buried your head into the crook of her neck, making a whiny noise in the back of your throat. She said she liked your singing, yes, but it still intimidated you. Whether it was nerves, or the fact it was her that was listening.. but you did want to please her. Always.
âYou realize you sing beautifully, little one?â she eventually asked. âEven when Iâm not inside you?â
You let out a burst of giggles and she lovingly kissed your shoulder. The glee of her enjoying your voice and the aftermath of your orgasm soared like butterflies inside you.
âYou best get back to your duties,â she hummed, though her hand curved around your waist and held you close, like she wasnât going to let you go. âThe shelves in this castle arenât going to dust themselves.â
You laughed again, feeling adoration swell up inside you as you ran your fingers through her loosened locks of hair.Â
â...can I come back tomorrow night?â you asked feebly.
She chuckled, low and sultry, and tipped your head up to look at her, âyou can come whenever you want.â
Your face went beet-red in a matter of second and she grinned widely.
âBut tomorrow night.. come to my chambers. And donât bother with your supplies. Wonât want you getting wet again... at least not like that.â
A/N: thank you all for the love on part 1Â âșïž I hope this meets your expectations <3
#Lady Dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu x you#lady dimitrescu x reader#tall vampire lady#alcina dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu x reader#alcina dimitrescu x you#resident evil#resident evil village#re8#merry writes#wlw
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Buddy Daddies Episode 6 Review: Trust Your Kid!
I know that Iâm yearning for the action scenes, but Iâm sorry. Iâm going to have to retract that statement just for this episode because it is the funniest! Iâve been giggling all day with how hilarious this episode was! My goodness, this episode was a riot!
You can check out my review of this on my blog by clicking here, but I know for a fact that you're not going to check it out, so read below to continue reading!
This episode is basically showcasing a side of Miri that she only shows at school. However, itâs through the perspectives of the dads that we see a more mature side of her. The progression of this episode was built up by zany and quirky comedy that was at its best.
I donât care what anyone says; Kazuki stole the show for this episode. I am convinced Kazuki is 60% mom and 40% dad because with how heâs both an overprotective father and an overreacting mother in one body. I think the funniest thing Kazuki has said by far is that Miriâs heightened senses were a result of his and Reiâs genesââourâ genes. Like, Kazuki, this isnât omegaverse! Why are you thinking you gave birth to Miri? I was cackling at that scene.
Rei was mainly the straight man to Kazukiâs funny/crazy man, but even he gets his share of comedic aspects. I liked two scenes revolving around Rei in this episode. He asked Miri, who got into a fight, âDid you win?â Itâs like that meme where one dad gets a call from school about his daughter getting into a fight and then asking if she won. My second favorite Rei-centric comedy was the fight scene. He was dressed up as an alpaca and fight so comedically! He bashed the guyâs head with the alpacaâs head, slapped him twice with his hand and then gave him a roundhouse kick. Like, man, whoever choreographed this fight deserves a raise. Itâs short but so well-animated and creative. Who wouldâve thought to use the alpaca mascotâs HEAD to fight?
Miri shows a carefree side when sheâs with her dads but sheâs mature and attentive towards her classmates at the daycare. She never lashes out at her friends and she even wipes Taigaâs shirt with a handkerchief when he spilled his water onto his shirt. Miri is a lot more precocious and mature than she lets on. She even stops a man from stealing food from an unattended food cart! Iâm glad that Kazuki starts trusting her towards the end of the episode. Also, the scenes with an imagined teen Miri was hilarious! She looks beautiful as a teen, courtesy to being the daughter of an already gorgeous woman in Misaki.
The post-credit scene is ominous. Who is this Karin? From the credits in episode 1, Kazukiâs wifeâs name was Yuzuko. Could Karin be another hitman? Perhaps Yuzukoâs sister? I sense something bad is going to happen next episode.
I saw a trailer for the latter half of the show; thereâs going to be drama. The comedy scenes are gonna end and weâre in for sorrow. Oh snap. It seems that Kazuki is going to leave the house for a while and Miri gets sick in the midst of it. I wonder whatâs going to happen to Kazuki. Rei is also dressed up in his assassination outfit, so will he be going on a solo mission?
The familyâs going to get torn apart and Iâm not going to enjoy it at all.
#buddy daddies#ecargmura#arum journal#kazuki kurusu#rei suwa#miri unasaka#Anna hanyu#kyutaro kugi#review#anime#anime review
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Cemetery Mary: Reginald's Route
now im in the final stretch!! its time to play Reginald's route!! this time i will not look at the ending guide like i did for my other playthroughs bc idrc abt which ending i get first (i'll use the guide for getting the other ending)
i'll just try to avoid accidentally getting the true ending which shouldnt be too hard
now its time to play!! (spoilers below)
why did Reginald go to the cemetery also how did he finish that book so quickly?? welp now its time to meet up w him there he'll probably tell Mary why he's there anyways
OH HE MAKES COFFINS?????? ok then
LOL the way Mary's eyes light up at the fact that he's a coffin maker
look at her she's so cute
he has a portfolio?? of coffins he's designed?? i mean i guess that makes sense cuz its a job and he needs like, proof i guess of his skill n stuff?? idk this is just stuff ive never thought of when i think of coffins or ppl who make them
SHE'S ADORABLE MARY I LOVE U
'I'd love to be buried in one of those one day!' took me out i mean,,, im not that surprised cuz well yk but idk this is just?? so funny??
hmm interesting thing abt Reginald that i noticed is that he always says or does stuff that would make Mary happy bc he wants her to be happy i mean it makes sense cuz he's obsessed w her i guess?? tbh i know he's the killer cuz of the twyla good ending but i still dont know his motives or objective also that line about 'stop killing me, ok?' has been echoing in my head
like wtf do u mean?? what does that mean????? is it like a time travel thing?? when he said that i thought that in other endings there would be a scene where he died or smth idk but its only in twyla's good ending do we see him die all the other endings he just stops contacting her for no reason will he die in the endings of this route or smth???
i am so confused is Crowven her cousin or not he must be right???? theres literally an option right now that says 'crowven's my cousin' so ok wtv i will pick that cuz he is her cousin
OH THEYRE NOT BLOOD-RELATED i finally got an answer theyre just family friends
oh no is Crowven gonne die in this route or in one of the endings bc i hope not Crowven dying in the twyla bad ending emotionally scarred Mary and me and that was just an ending
if he dies during the route then i'll have to see more of Mary's grief and DUDE that would be so painful i literally cant
Reginald do not kill Crowven dont kill him!!!
"...And if ever really gets on your nerves, you can always give me a call." THIS IS JUST knowing he's the killer makes this line so fucking ominous also just further proof that he killed Theodore in the Crowven route like definitely
nahh Reginald's planning a murder for Crowven already pls,,, no,,,, ahh now its time for the diner part how will this go with Reginald i wonder
he didnt see anything cuz he was the guy!!! he's the one!!!
skipping ahead now here we are to the funeral scene and now we are out of the funeral scene LOL
shopping w Reginalddd for his murder weapons why is he making it a game?? maybe just to cheer her up since she was at a funeral??
AN AXE?????? and antifreeze bUT AN AXE????
"What else would you use an axe for?" oh my sweet innocent Mary,,,,
i feel like he let her win on purpose but im not sure LOL depends on what the prize is i guess
"You haven't been spying on me, have you?" hahahahhahahahhahh UR THE ONE WHO IS SPYING ON HER
do i talk about the axe or do i talk about the rat poison
hmm i think i'll go w the rat poison
REGINALD TEXTING HER AFTER SHE TALKS TO THE MYSTERY NUMBER
you're not slick, im onto youuu
oho so he's gonna show her how he makes coffins
at least i know that he wont kill her
that is some really crunchy grass
LMAOAOOAOAO I WASNT EXPECTING HIM TO LOOK LIKE THAT
he looks dead inside im cackling
Mary notices it too imm
aww thats cute but he's still a murderer
why was he so like mad/tired tho?? whats up w his earlier expression??? also his eyebags just disappeared after he realized its Mary LMAOAOA tbh thats valid thats fair
Reginald looks very nice in that outfit i kinda want his clothes
aww Mary's so excited... to step inside the coffin... still she's so cute have fun in the coffin bc i know that he isnt gonna kill u
DID HE JUST LEAVE HER IN THE COFFIN??????
bro wtf just happened
um. wtf. hey who messed up the manga
like first of all how could u do that??? to a book?? and to a library book!??!?!?
second of all
what the FUCK is this
this seems important but im not sure how
OH FUCK THE BOOK IS ALIVE WTF WTF WTF ITS CURSED ITS DEMONIC
oopsies she burned it
i feel bad cuz it was a library book BUT its deserved like completely deserved that thing was fucking cursed creepypasta style
she's gonna go inside of a church and just the mention of a church, for some reason, made me nervous
pls i hope nothing bad happens cuz it will be worse when it happens in a church
lol she feels an overwhelming sense of dread i think thats a normal thing to feel inside a church esp if u've not been in one theres just some kind of heaviness snd weight when ur in a church
oh is it because of the cursed manga???? bc she came into contact w it and now she's in a church??
nah im feeling scared gosh pls dont make a scene
the music is really adding to that vibe of nausea and dread
YO WTFF
bro its definitely cuz of the cursed manga she just threw up whatever demonic shit she got from it
HELP ME AM I GONNA HAVE TO MAKE MARY SAY SHE'S REGINALD'S GF IMMMMMMMM
why cant she just say she was invited by Reginald as like emotional support or smth why gf..... well ok
MARY NO STAY AWAY FROM THE COFFIN PLS..... MARY
ok Reginald interrupted at just the right moment at least it was him and not some random stranger do i go his place or the bus stop??????
hmm lets go to the bus stop
ok nvm guess we're going to his place anyways
i am wondering how the coffin and the manga are connected if they even are LMAO
im also wondering if Reginald is dead, like a ghost or something but nah thats not possible twyla knows abt him and has talked abt him to Mary so he's not a ghost maybe a zombie???? but also thats probably not it either
i feel so bad for Mary :(( but also what the FUCK is happening
OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE OF NIGHT VALE
im joking but OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE FROM THE MANGA
it was definitely cursed
oh was it a dream??
GOOD MORNING???? WAS SHE THERE ALL NIGHT??? or is he joking cuz he's still in his funeral clothes
ok he was just joking
hhhh idk if i should ask Crowven to stay or not cuz like idk???
ok i feel bad for making Mary all alone but it'll be fine right??? right???
knowing that the mystery number and Reginald are the same person makes sense honestly still its really a surprise cuz Reginald seems so nice n stuff but oopsies guess he's only nice to Mary in a twisted sort of way
whY WOULD U GO BACK TO THE CHURCH MARY PLS
aaAAaaahhhh she's talking to the priest i have no idea what to say so i will pick the middle option
idk what abt it but there's just something about the light shining on the priest, but Mary is covered in the priest's shadow something about that is just interesting
burning a wish?? THE MANGA????
tbh i cant believe that its shoujo manga of all things to be cursed(??) but also like alright sure
ominous note what the fuck does it mean
does it have smth to do w Reginald?? did Reginald write the note?? did he find some way to constantly reverse time bc of Mary or something??
'Makes me wonder how many variations I will see' gives me time travel vibes is this connected to Reginald's 'please stop killing me' thing?? probably
took a quick break from playing the game and ranted about my theories to my brother and he was like '???? wtf r u talking about'
back to playing
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN WTF IS THIS NOTE is god real in this game?? cuz theres an afterlife and ghosts but what abt god???
Mary u r so nice u r so sweet i love u
OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE THE EYE!!! FROM THE MANGA AND ITS THE SAME WRITING TOO
"After all, it's not like a grave would be going anywhere" u jinxed it u just jinxed it when u look for it it will be gone i swear
if i had done the Reginald route before the twyla good end i would be like 'aww the cemetery reminds Reggie of Mary how cute :))' but the alarms are going off in my head at that
oh fuck its twyla ok i wanna say 'wtf is happening' but i already know why twyla's so pissed off
but still damn
"I'm not a mean person" twyla more like twy-lie cuz ur a fucking liar
is that graffiti on the wall the same as the grave
OH THERES AN EYE LOOKING AT MARY
lol twyla i think Reginald's gonna kill u for yelling at Mary "I'll get her to apologize to you" yooo Reg..... maybe chill "I'll be sure that she is sorry" YOO????
hmm makes me wonder why Mary never got any of twyla's messages tho
did Reginald kill her ???
oh shit the grave is broken and burned for some reason?? oh Mary looks so upset :((
I FEEL SO BAD FOR MARY RAHJKSDJSSDJHA
but also what happened to the grave and the manga??? what happened????
hmm kinda sus that he wanted them to not go in did he poison someone?? n he didnt wanna go in cuz he didnt want Mary to see that?? who did he poison??
why am i being given options about how long Mary's lived there when its all the same answer anyways??
oh there just HAS to be some time travel thing going on he went '...yes' when Mary said that 'isnt it funny how long the both of us have lived here and only met a little while ago' like but why tho
oh he's nervous now lol he killed somebody definitely. he definitely has a murder planned for somebody here. one of the kitchen staff maybe?
I KNEW IT HE KILLED SOMEBODY but also i cant believe he just?? left Mary like that wtf??
wait did he kill Mary? thats black goo coming out of his mouth, the same black goo that Mary vomitted in the church what the fuck is happening
oh ok Mary's just seeing stuff bc of the cursed manga
Mary struggling to sleep is relatable
bro he was murdering someone im sure
she's calling him Reggie thats so cute
ooooh an aquarium thats cool
SHE'S ADORABLE
this is such a touching moment. idk what to say but their talk in the aquarium is so sweet???
ok now its time for the sleepover part
oh shit Reggie lore???? crazy
'just try not to shine it at me while i'm on the couch' its bc u wont be there right??? cuz ur gonna leave in the middle of the night to do sketchy shit arent u?????
oh shit twyla's in danger but for real this time i think???
REGINALD HMMM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
OH SHIT HELPPPP HE DROPPED SOME BLOODY SCISSORS OH MY GOD
oHM Y GOD TWYLA IS DEAD
um?????? wait is he gonna kill her what waitwaitwait
HOLY SHIT WTF. WTF ??!?!??!!??!
that escalated so quickly i
ok so i got the bad ending,,,, im,,, i...... ok.
well then im gonna like,,, process this
holy shit dude wtf
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As promised⊠Alixâs Nightmare Sequence
âShut up, Nath!â
âNo, Alix!â Nathaniel slams his his locker shut, startling the pinkette. âYOU SHUT UP! I donât have to shut up anymore!â As he let out a dark laugh, the room suddenly became tinted an ominous red. âYour friend choked, bought the farm! He could not hack it! In his place, a strong arm to run this racket!â
He brushes past the perplexed skater and out of the locker room towards the large crowd of students gathered in the courtyard.
âYour friendâs out! Guess who rose! Came fill that vacuum! It's my turn!â Aurore grips the cuff of his left sleeve, and Jean does the same with his right. âIt's my time! I spit lightning!â
Everyone yelled, âCrack, boom!â as Aurore and Jean tore off Nathanielâs blazer, somehow his shirt, jeans, and sneakers, revealing the outfit he wore the day when The Primaries made their big return.
âI bit my tongue so long! I learned to count to ten!
My silence made me strong! I did my time and then!
Iâm back to being me! A school H-B-I-C!â
Noticing Max next to him, Nathaniel shoved him to the side. âMove nerd! This my song!â
Everyone backed away to let Nathaniel take center and cheered as he performed some complex dance moves with grace Alix had completely forgotten he had possessed.
âI will never shut up again! I will never shut up again!
Brand new day watching dreams come true!
Well for me, not you!
Cause I'll never shut up again!â
ââGuys like you don't climb high!ââ He sang using air quotes. ââCan't crack that ceiling!ââ
âLook now, I scrape the sky!â He stalks towards Kim and kicks him in the shins, sending him to the floor in pain. âIt's you who's kneeling!â
âLila's pets, you're old news! Look at you, you're busted!
You think you're almighty?! Check again, thatâs me!
I don't mean to be cruel! But see I pitied you!
I stepped down as the flag! You pledged allegiance to!
Iâm back as the dream you chase! As your amazing grace!â
âYo! Party's at my place!â He announced.
âWoo hoo!â The students cheered, and before Alixâs eyes, the school suddenly changed to the backyard of a lavish manor, more fancy than the Agreste mansion but not as cold and sterile. Students from every class danced on the lawn and swam in the pool under the watchful eye of Nathaniel as he stood on the balcony with a glass in one hand, and the other hand connect to the arm wrapped around Marcâs waist.
Looking around at the scene before her, Alix noticed that everyone was wearing red- red dresses, red shirts, red skirts, red pants, red swimsuits, nothing but red to match and show their loyalty to the Red Prince of DuPont.
âI will never shut up again! I will never shut up again!â
Her classmates, meanwhile, wore all orange- Burnt orange with hints of grey to be specific- and they watched from the sidelines like wallflowers who felt as though they had no place among these people.
âBrand new day, now Iâm finally free! Free to just be me!
'Now I'll never shut up!â
âShut up!â He yelled, making everyone in red pause their movements and stand very still like statues. The students in the pool somehow didnât even sink and remained afloat.
Nathaniel placed his glass in Marcâs hand before making his way down the first set of stairs that lead from the balcony to the deck.
âDon't judge me, Little Miss innocenceâŠ
Your hands arenât clean, I see your fingerprintsâŠâ
Alix suddenly couldnât move. She wasnât even sure if she was breathing. She looked around for backup, but none of her friends were there, in fact, everyone was gone! It was like being in a lionâs den.
âThink sheâs in the right, a friend so pureâŠ?
Well, I heard from my squad, that Rossi wanted a war!â
Alix paled at those words. How did The Primaries even know what they were planning? They class kept everything quiet, made sure no one was around to hear their plan!
âRossi told them so!â Aurore cackled.
âRossi gave them the go!â Jean slid his finger across his neck.
âWill they figure her out or no?â Mireille wondered.
Marc looked thoughtful for a few seconds. âOh, thatâs a big, âHell, no.ââ
âRossiâs lying day and night! Thanks to her, youâre targets!
Targets!
You smoked her crack! That crack made you targets!
Targets!
Just wait âtil things go South! Thisâll stop when she quits running her mouth!â
âWooo!â Everyone cheered.
âDang diggity dang-a-dang!â
âLiar!â
âDang diggity dang-a-dang!â
âOutcasts!â
âDang diggity dang-a-dang!
When she quits running her mouth!â
âHa! I will never shut up again!â
(âWhen she quits running her mouth!â)
âI will NEVER shut up again!â
(âWhen she quits running her mouth!â)
âI'm on fire, you're all my fuel!â Nathaniel whipped his head towards the Akuma class with a vicious smirk. âYou guys should find a new school! 'Cause I'll never shut up AGA~AIN!â
As he belted out a powerful cord, the students in red resumed their perfectly in-sync choreography.
âNo! No-No-No! No-No-No-No-No-No-No-No!â
âAll hail the prince! I wear the red! That crown is on my head!
You can't run, you can't hide! I am the crimson tide!
Better mind what you do! Big brotherâs watching you!â Nathaniel moved his bangs to the side so the target class could feel the intensity of his glare. âCan I get an amen?!â
âYeah!â The students in red yelled.
â'Cause I will never shut up aga~ain! Hah!â
#miraculous ladybug#nathaniel kurtzberg#badass Nathaniel Kurtzberg#hbic marinette#hbic au#never shut up again#lila rossi exposed#the primaries#lila rossi bashing
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DAY III; Vessel. Â Â Â Â Â Â [SPN] Sam x reader, Dean x reader, Lucifer x reader
"Oh~!" The male purred while moaning in pleasure. "It's been years since I've possessed a body!" He smiled widely while admiring his new form.
Sam and Dean were horrified to say the least. As fate would have it, this vessel being occupied by another party was their long time hunter friend, [Y/N] [L/N]. As misfortune would have it, this other party was the devil himself, Lucifer. Neither brother knew what to do. They didn't know how to kill Satan! And they wished to keep their friend alive, as well!
"Well, boys?!" Lucifer turned toward the Winchester's with a mischievous smile and a pose only he would enact. "You like it!?" He laughed villainously. Though the voice sounded like [Y/N]'s, the tone was clearly Lucifer's.
"You get the hell out of his body!" Dean finally yelled angrily at Lucifer. His voice raised and even cracked a bit from how rough he was screaming.
"Oh.." Lucifer made a dramatic frowned face and pouted. "Doesn't suit me?" He looked sad, but obviously not genuinely. "Guess I'll just have to make it work." He shrugged and slowly grew his grin back.
"No. It really doesn't suit you." Sam smacked back in a calm, yet frustrated, voice while he held back his rage and tears.
"Nice try, Sammy. I won't be giving up this vessel so easily!" Lucifer quickly admitted while chuckling lowly. "Here I was to believe that you were my only option!" He pointed at Sam. "As luck would have it, [Y/N] presented himself as a vessel just as perfect. If not, more perfect!" He laughed again while lowering his hand and again dragging his hands down [Y/N]'s chest.
"No!" Sam finally let it out in a roar.
"Whoa!" Lucifer put his hands up, palm open and facing the Winchester's. "No need to throw a tantrum! Besides, [Y/N] did this for you two losers!" Lucifer fake gagged and made disgusting noises. "I mean, c'mon!" Lucifer again cackled.
"You'll pay for this." Dean growled at Lucifer in a deep and hush tone. Ominous and threatening, and yet Lucifer laughed in his face.
"Sure I will, Dean." Lucifer said sarcastically. "Anyway.. Toodle-oo!"Â
"WAIT-!" Both brothers tried rushing towards Lucifer to stop him. They weren't fast enough, as Lucifer sprouted his wings and disappeared from sight.
"DAMMIT!" Dean yelled at the ground angrily and thrusting his arms down with the same emotion.
Sam looked to the side with grief. He had no words or actions to truly emphasize his current emotions. All they both could agree on, was the fact that they had to save [Y/N].
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A blade should be sharp at all times
Marrows up to the group, his tail wagging ecstatically behind him: You guys want to play a prank on Juan?
Ren and Noraâs eyes narrow, but they say nothing.
Flynt, Cobalt, Ivory, Neon, Yang and Elm all look at him with obvious interest.
Harriet snorts dismissively: Why would I want to bother the new meat? Heâs got enough problems as it is.
Winter nods her head in agreement.
Marrowâs tail stops wagging, as he looks offended: Because it would be funny!
Harriet rolls her eyes and walks away.
Marrow: Fine, be that way!
He turns back to the more interested members of the room: So, what about you guys? Wanna hear it?
Ren says nothing and Nora motions for him to continue: Depends on what the prank is?
Yang nods along: Yeah, Xiao-Long as itâs nothing too mean to Milf-Magnet.
The rest of the room groans; while Yang absorbs the life-force theyâve lost to her pun.
Marrow smiles and continues: Itâs nothing too out there, itâs just an old Atlas military tradition, to see how prepared a recruit is for field work.
Ren rubs his chin: I donât know, Jaune and the rest of us have spent pretty of time in the field, he hardly ever leaves his armor, or his weapons besides when he cleans himself.
Marrows smile widens: Thatâs the idea!
Renâs eyes widen in disbelief: Youâre going to prank him in the showers?
Marrow doesnât say a thing but his tail wags faster.
Ren groans and hold his face.
Nora though...
Her face splits into a manic grin as she starts cackling wildly, falling onto her back as she laughs so hard.
Ren shakes his head in leaves.
Marrow points his hand at Ren: STAY!
Ren freezes in place.
Marrow a little sheepishly: Uh, canât have you spoiling the surpise, sorry.
Nora still keeps on laughing.
Renâs pink eyes sparkle briefly, then a magenta pulse of aura breaks Marrows hold on him.
Marrows eyes widen in disbelief.
Ren rolls his neck and scowls at Marrow: Believe it or not, having strong aura control is just as important as a strong semblance.
Marrow falls to his knees, his tail desperately waving behind him: Please, please, donât tell Joanna!
Ren shakes his head and leaves.
Nora: Donât worry, he wonât say a thing or do anything, in fact, neither will I. Have fun kids.
Nora then follows Ren out.
The room goes silent.
Yang: Well, thatâs ominous.
She then notices Winter is still in the room.
Yang: Why are you still here?
Winter huffs: To make sure you all donât go too far with your âPrankâ. I will observe and intervene should you all go to far.
Marrow cheers: Yay! Alright, everyone here is how itâll work. Flynt, Ivory, and Cobalt, you three will being most of the legwork. Cobalt and Ivory, find Jaune and tell him heâs got special permission to use the Specialist private bathrooms, Flynt I want you to hide in the bathroom and use your semblance to make it seem like weâre under attack to scare him out.
Marrow takes a breath and turns to Neon, Yang and Elm: Hereâs you girls is part, to really sell it I want you all to make sound noises and make it seem like youâre fighting, then when Joe runs out from the showers Iâll make his freeze, then you girls can throw cold water on him! Heâll be so embarrassed!
Ivory and Cobalt shrug, though Flynt, Neon and Yang seem a little put off.
Neon: I donât know, seem a little mean spirited.
Flynt: Yeah, weâre not best friends and all, but I donât want to embarrest the guy.
Yang scratches her chin: It doesnât seem very, cool thing to do to a friend.
Elm though looked excited: Donât worry! This is nothing, whatâs a little nudity between comrades! If youâre out in the field and not prepared to fight at anytime, even naked, or if you get embarrassed by your comrades seeming you nude, youâre not cut out for being a Hunter. Hell, all of the Ace-Ops have done it. Even Winter!
The sound of a sword leaving itâs sheath rang out.
Winter says says menacingly. I made you promise to never speak of it again, all of you.
Elm: Oops.
Marrow waves them off: Whatever! Anyway this is just a rite of passage in Atlas, come on guys itâll be a laugh.
The group thinks it over and eventually complies.
Marrow: Alright! Lets get this show on the road!
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Ivory and Cobalt escort Jaune through the halls.
Jaune: Wow, Gen. Ironwood really said I could use the Specialist Showers? Thatâs really kind of him!
Ivory nods and smiles: Gen. Ironwood always takes care of his own.
Cobalt taps Jauneâs shoulder and gives him a approving look.Â
Cobalt: Deserve it, hard training and self-improvement are their own reward. But, Top Brass notice.
Jauneâs cheek glow slightly, a slight smile forming: Thanks, It really hard sometime, you know, to be able to see that Iâve improved, heh, no matter how much I feel like iâve grown, I still feel like a waste of space and a burden on my team.
The group comes to a stop, Ivory and Cobalt looking slightly uncomfortable now.
Jaune turns around flashing them a pleasant grin, âWell, thanks guys. Iâll make sure to tell the General thanks, and that I wonât disappoint his trust for giving me a chance to be Huntsman.
Ivory and Cobalt say nothing and nod.
Jaune then enters the private bathroom.
Cobalt and Ivory look at each other.
Ivory: Are we the baddies?
Cobolt: Yes, but better him, than us.
Ivory sighs and taps his wrist, a small ringing occurs.
Ivory: The target is in position.
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Jaune walks through the state of the art bathroom humming a pleasent tune, completely unaware of the watching eyes on him.
He goes into a stall and undresses, the prying eyes losing sight of him.
Jaune then leaves the stall a towel wrapped around his waist and goes the hi-tech showers, another towel bundled in his arms.
Flynt watches Jaune enter the shower stall and sighs deeply, he liked Jaune, he really did, a decent guy all-around. But, if it kept others from seeingâs Flyntâs birthmark for another day, he would do what must be done.
He used his semblance, dividing himself into four copies of himself and then took off running inbetween the stalls.
Flynt x4: Weâre under attack!
As Flynt came to the end of the room, he was not prepared for what happened next.
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Neon and Yang sparred with Elm in the changing room, where Jaune would have to enter to get dressed, trying to create as authenity as possible combat sounds.
Elm grabbed Yangs right hook and swung her into Neon.
Elm smiles: Got to be quicker than that.
Yang and Neon got off of each other and squared up for round two.
Marrow whispered yelled at them: Itâs time! Get into postion, I just heard Flynt.
The girls and Elm nodded picking up bucket of ice-water while Marrow got ready to freeze Jaune. With Marrow having to stop himself from cracking up at the thought of Jaunâs expression.
Yang looked slightly recluntant, but the idea of a good prank won out.
Winter sighed in the corner ready to stop the prank if it goes to far, and hopefully preserve some decency.
The wall to the showers exploded out towards them, a spray of dust and stone and metal sharpnel covering the room, as heavy wet foot steps ran towards them as bellowing war howl echoed out from the destroyed room.
A figure running through the cloud of dust glowing a faint golden white, carrying a mechashifted sword in two hands over his head, the blade glowing blue from the hardlight dust along with gravity dust purple in the middle.
Jaune then leaps out of the dust howling: Just try and take them from me again you bastards! Iâll split you in twain, Iâll break you over my knees and slay you! I wonât let you take them from me again!
The group stands dazed as Jaune runs straight through them and through a wall, completely naked, his towel being shredding into binding that tied his meaty tube of a cock to his lower-thigh, while holding his sword overhead before slashing in front of him creating a hole for him to jump out into the campus.
A blush creeps up the faces of those present.
Marrow burst out laughing: That was amazing! Did anyone, get a picture?
Elm falls to her knees: I think Iâm in love?
Neon shake her head sadly: No, I was too... Mesmerized.
Yang: So thatâs why he wears two belts.
Winter...
Winter has disappeered.
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Later that evening....
Atlas Reporter: A well-known Huntsman known as Jaune Arc has gone on a murderous Grimm-Hunting rampage all while streaking! What will those crazy kids think of next! Next on the block, pregnancy rates in Mantle having been climbing by over 750% over the last six hours, is this related to the previous new? The Answer may surprise you.
Ren flicks the Scroll-Box closed.
He then rests his head on Noraâs shoulder.Â
Ren: Yep, it happened again.
Nora: We did nothign to stop it.
Ren: We could have warned them... But, better they learn first hand.
Nora: You did it because you thought it was funny, donât you dare lie to me.
Ren smiles as he opens the scroll so that Nora can see, the Scroll showing a madly blushing Winter chasing after Jaune in a Bullhead, providing both aerial support, and firing t-shirt and boxer shorts at him, while he rampages through a horde of Grimm.
Ren smirking and pulling Nora close: You know me too well.
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Requested by @writerdream22â: Could I request an Ivar The Boneless drabble (or gif imagine, whichever you find the most comfortable writing) with the prompt #08âPeople can do worse things than kill you.â? In the scenario, the reader ( a shieldmaden/ healer) is betrothed to Ivar but her choice isn't seen as the right one by the people in Kattegat, and they make it clear for her to know. One day, the reader is clearly not feeling ok so Ivar asks her what's wrong, and she lets all her feelings out.
Pairing: Ivar âThe Bonelessâ Ragnarsson x Female!Shieldmaiden!Reader
Prompt(s): [8] âPeople can do worse things than kill youâ
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing?
Words:Â 1,241
Summary: (See Request)
Note: I think itâs established that Iâm cringe at writing threats n stuff
Taglist: @matth1wâ, @redspaceace-writesâ, @fandom-puffâ, @darling-i-read-itâ, @simonsblueeâ, @youbloodymadgeniusâ, @thewarriorprincessxoâ, @sebastianstanslefteyebrowâ
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Previously a shieldmaiden, Y/n knew the feeling of war, of loss, of hurt, but the feeling of safety was the one she knew how to decipher strongly. Constantly being aware of her surroundings was her life until now. She felt ready to die until now.
Betrothed to the love of their life, one could feel invincible. Thatâs how Y/n felt now. The battles faded from her dreams and the shield had been put on the wall to rest. Feeling highly aware of her company no longer, she felt safe. She felt sheâd found a home for the first time in years. Kattegat was the town, Ivar was her home.
As a youngling, sheâd pictured a happy family with a strong and loving man. Then, when she was introduced to shieldmaidens as a teen, her dreams changed. But as an adult whoâd followed through with their dream, she was reminded of the one sheâd tossed aside. And like that, she had two dreams.
Ivar was a hard person to miss, and his face was hard to forget. Not just for his disability, nor the words spoken of him, but for Y/nâs attraction to him. While others saw a cripple, she saw Ivar. While others saw a monster, she saw a king.
Soon, she confessed her attraction. âIâm interested in you...Ivar.â
âWhy?â
She almost cackled at his innocent response. Heâd probably asked that of her because of the townsfolk, yet she didnât believe a single word they spoke. âI just am. I was taken away by your beauty and luckily my heart agreed with me.â
âShouldnât IÂ be the one saying that to you?â They shared a small chuckle and a gaze that wouldnât be their last. Since then, secret glances and smirks were passed between the two, secret until the day heâd swore his heart to her and they were betrothed.
They announced their betrothal together, and although the people cheered, they looked about as interested as a child did in schooling. Deep in her heart, Y/n knew something was wrong. She leaned into Ivarâs side and clenched his hand that rested in her grip, smiling reassuringly when he looked to her with concern. But she wasnât as calm as she seemed.
One day in the town, a man made his comment known to the future-queen. âI would not be so eager if I were you, miss. That man deserves no more love than his father. A laughing stock.â It made no sense. Sure the brothers spoke of their father with just as much negativity, Bjorn excused, but Kattegat was used to Ragnar as far as she knew. Frankly, she didnât know much about him.
âBut youâre not me.â The man nodded at her point then shrugged to show his lack of care. âIâm a shieldmaiden. Iâve seen gore and felt pain, believe me, I can handle myself.â
He chortled mockingly. âNot for long.â
âJust what exactly are you implying?â
âThe cripple. Heâll mess up sooner or later, and youâll be the proof.â
Her tone was stern yet her voice cracked on the verge of sorrow. âIvar has never hurt me.â She tried to turn, walk away and ignore the rudeness of the stranger.
âSure, he hasnât. Yet.â She hurriedly paced away with anger and fear coursing through her body. The manâs cackles from behind her were unnerving. They sent goosebumps crawling over her skin. âHe deserves no love! Especially not yours, queenie!â
As much as sheâd hoped it was, that wasnât only the time the people of Kattegat let her in on their disliking of their betrothal. It happened over and over again, always when Ivar was not present with her. Recognizing the pattern, she began to have Ivar go with her whenever she had places to be. She thought sheâd successfully evaded the appalling run-ins. However, when Ivar left her for a split second, the heinous meetings sheâd forgotten about had returned.
âBe warned, shieldmaiden. If you donât call it off, weâll spare you a life with the crippled freak ourselves.â And just as ominously as theyâd appeared, they disappeared. No words were exchanged aside from their warning. A chill shivered down Y/nâs back and she swore she forgot how to breathe until Ivar was next to her, by her side once again.
Y/n was too nervous to tell Ivar, but then again, there was no need. He could see how nervous she was. The whole kingdom could. From the way she never seemed to be mentally present, to the how quick she was to jump at the littlest of things, as well as how concerned about her surroundings she became. It wasnât until a week before their wedding that Ivar managed to get it out of her.
âYou carry your weapon everywhere with you, despite me having my own. What is bothering you, my love?â He tried to gain her attention, but she continued to to avoid his tender eyes. âDo you not trust me?â
His genuine confusion startled her as she shook her head rapidly. Her distrust was announced in bold print, hence her sword being on her hip daily. She was not one to shy away from setting a boundary...apart from this one time. Ivar was one of the few she actually trusted, it hurt that he didnât know that, that he thought the opposite.
She wept into his chest, wetting his clothes with her sorrow. His hand brushed up and down her back in a comforting manor but her sadness nipped at his curiosity. Y/n explained the events that always seemed follow her when she was in her lonesome. She ranted about the fear that overwhelmed her, carrying it like Atlas carries his burden, the weight of the world on his shoulders equal to the weight now resting on her own.
âDo you agree with them?â The soft tone of his voice held the same worry as it did when he inquired his place in her trust.
Her head snapped up, ensnaring his gaze with her own. âOf course not!â
âThen why listen? It is up to us whether we let their words hold power over us, and if you truly love me, if you truly want to be with me- ...Donât let them put a gap between us.â His forehead rested against hers as he whispered.
âBut...Ivar...they would do anything to stop us from being wed. Even kill me...or you.â
âPeople can do worse things than kill you.â
She knew he wasnât talking about her, but simply stating a fact. After all, he was a cripple, and people talk. People talk the worst of things. Those words, the rumors, they all affected him much more than death ever could.
The situations clicked in her mind. The things that happened to him applied to her own life, how negatively the talk in Kattegat had affected her. At this point, killing would be a mercy. A mercy from the cruel whispers that were spoken about or too someone. A mercy from the harsh, judgmental, downgrading glares.Â
âPromise me you wonât back down.â His blue orbs flickered with hope.
Y/n lifted her head to take his face in fully. A matching glint was all Ivar could see in her own orbs before their lips collided. Her hands came to rest on his warm skin as her lips found his. Despite the chilling events that had followed their announcement, they wed with one feeling in mind...apart from love.
Hope.
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Attached: Words We Donât Mean
(...and Those We Do)
Type: series, modern-college-professor Steve AU⊠aka the wrong attachment AU ;)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader  Word count: 7950 đ
Summary: Your parents decide to visit for Thanksgiving, which alone is a trial.Â
The fact that they havenât met Steve yet and they have no clue who he is⊠yeah, you better brace yourself for a storm.
A/N: Attached: Words We Donât Mean (and Those We Do) is a one-shot to the Attached series. Technically, you can read it as a standalone.
A/N: In the Stockings fic, I mentioned that no one in their household talked about (last) Thanksgiving. Hereâs why. Also:Â I named the parents Paul and Jane, itâs enough of a mess to work around with nameless reader; if that offends you, sorry, feel free to move on from this fic.
Warnings:Â angst, parents-daughter fight, mention of sexual relationhips and of using oneâs body to earn money (negative view), mild flashback, emotional H/C, swearing, sprinkles of fluff and Disney
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âSweetheart, please, sit down for just a second,â Steve requested gently; however, there was no mistaking the drop of amusement in his voice.
You hummed in acknowledgement of his words and continued scrubbing the bathtub clean.
Everything had to be perfect. Had to be. You bought the tinniest of the giant turkeys yesterday â just so you wouldnât have to eat leftovers for a month â, ingredients for the stuffing, potatoes and cranberry sauce. Your mum had promised to stop by somewhere to get four slices of a pumpkin pie. But cooking was on your list later today; first you needed to make sure that the apartment would shine with cleanness.
Not that you considered yourself a neat freak, thank you very much⊠maybe occasionally. And Steve? Yeah, he was more of a neat freak than you were and now he was telling you to rest and take it easy? Uh-huh, nope.
Nope, because⊠your parents -- gosh, your parents.
âHoney-â
Your head snapped to him as he bounced off of the doorframe, soft steps leading him right to you.
âDid you just call me honey?â you asked incredulously.
Not that you didnât like it, it was just-- you were Steveâs sweetheart, his babygirl, his good girl⊠now honey? That was new and frankly, it might have freaked you out a bit.
Also, your heart skipped a frantic beat upon looking at him.
Damn, you forgot again about what he had done yesterday and it always startled you to see him like that. Too unusual â not bad-looking by any means, just⊠unusual.
Steve chuckled as he crouched to you, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and cupping your mildly sweaty cheek. He grimaced a bit at your surprised tone.
âNot a fan?â
âI mean, yeah, sure, hun, itâs just that⊠itâs a bit ominous, the change.â
One corner of his lips rose at your choice of a petname. âThatâs because youâre freaking out and I need you to calm down a bit, sweetheart.â
Your eyebrows shot up and you scoffed, rather offended. Mostly because he was right â but also because he was being a damn hypocrite.
âOh, am I? Me? Did I spend about an hour in front of the mirror yesterday, trying and almost failing to solve the dilemma whether I should or shouldnât shave off my beard?â
Steveâs face turned entirely sour at your snarky remark.
âDonât be mean, itâs a valid concern to-- I donât want them to hate me,â he murmured and dropped his gaze in shame along with his hand, seemingly shrinking into himself, his insecurity returning.
You sighed and mentally cursed yourself for bringing it up again.
You dropped the brush to the tub with a thud and lost one of your gloves, wiping the ew feeling onto your old sweats before you tried to smoothen the worried wrinkle between his eyebrows.
âTheyâre gonna love you, Steve,â you assured him again, letting you fingers travel over his clean-shaved jaw, lightly pulling at his cheek to make him smile again. âI miss the beard, not gonna lie, but you do have an extremely sweet boy-next-door look now, you are my handsome, funny, smart as hell guy, whoâs somehow all grown up and has life stuff figured out and youâre making me happy. Youâre the epitome of the guy a girl wants to bring home to meet her parents.â
Despite slightly panting from exertion, you took care to sound as convincing as possible, pushing away your own worries for a bit.
Steve was your perfect guy, perfection incarnated; you werenât worried about him not making an impression⊠except for the fact that Steve did have a few years on you and worked at the uni andâwell.
Yet, you couldnât but dread the moment your parents realized that you were everything but perfect since they let you loose on the world. You had never been the daughter to show off like the epitome of everything good and wholesome, but you always tried your best to please themâŠ. Now though? Darting your professor? Even if he wasnât exactly your professor?
Yeah, you didnât think that a spotless apartment could make up for that, but it helped to ease your anxiety when you kept lying to yourself that it just might.
Steve grasped your palm in his, planting a tiny kiss there â a gesture to warm your heart, always â his lips once again curled up a fraction as his gaze met yours, his mesmerizing blues kind and hopeful.
âYou really think so?â
âOf course.â
And with the way he was looking at you â you finally figured it out. Just a fleeting thought and an answer to an unspoken question you had been failing to grasp at since yesterday; it escaped your lips before you could stop yourself.
âGosh, you look like a Disney prince!â
Steveâs eyes went comically wide, laughter erupting from his throat and he pulled you to him in one swift motion, falling on his ass with you in his arms in the process and nearly getting crushed by you. Clearly, he did not care one bit as he shook with laughter, kissing your nose, your cheeks and finally your lips despite your protests that you were gross.
âThatâs golden! Oh babygirl, youâre the-â
âTell me Iâm Cinderella, I dare you,â you grumbled, but Steve just shook his head and kissed you breathless, fingers of one hand curled around your nape to guide you closer, to breathe you in, while his other hand stayed wrapped around your waist.
You tried your best not to touch him with your gloved hand, having it ridiculously stretched out to nowhere in order not to spot his clothes, but your free hand clutched at his t-shirt with enthusiasm.
His lips left yours only when the world started spinning and your mind turned blank besides the thought of Steveâs mouth being on yours and how much you loved it when he stole all the breath from your lungs â and how much you always missed him when he withdrew.
You stared at him, dumbstruck, as he watched you like you were the eighth wonder of the world, your messy self in baggy clothes, your heart growing three times its size, your insides positively tingly from the heated make-out session.
Steve was smiling again too at last, brushing your nose with his and planting one last soft kiss on your lips.
âOkay, babygirl, now hand over the brush.â
You had to blink several times, your oh so lazy brain taking its time to realize what he said. Huh? Also, did he just said it as if he was asking you were a robber holding a hostage on gunpoint and he was asking you to lay down your weapon?
The thought made you internally snort.
âWhy?â you demanded, suspicious.
âBecause Iâm taking over.â
You instantly shook your head. âNo-â
âYes. I promise Iâll make sure itâs spotless-â
Okay, yeah, that was one of our arguments against him doing the clean-up. However, there was one more. âBut you still have papers to grade and lessons to prepare!â
âAnd you want to cook too and then weâll have to clean up the kitchen. And youâll want to take a shower and and and. Papers can wait. Gimme the brush.â
âYou make it sound like itâs a weapon of mass destruction⊠or I am,â you muttered, but you kissed his cheek â such a strange feeling, you truly missed the sensation of his beard scraping your lips â and climbed out of his lap with a meek and cautious thank you. He cackled at your antics, but quickly fished out a new pair of gloves from the bathroom drawer and started working.
You swallowed your smart remark about him being the Cinderella now. Mostly because his gesture was one of the sweetest things and really â seeing Steve scrubbing the bathtub might not be the sexiest thing in the world⊠but it kinda was.
It pulled at your heartstrings as you imagined that this might be how it would always be; you and Steve, settling together, taking care of the household, then cuddling on the couchâthe domesticity you hadnât always been sure you craved.
Now you were certain of it; but to get to that, you had to survive your parentsâ visit first. Â
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You had somewhat stayed in touch with your parents, mostly with your mum; you two had been calling on a so-so regular basis, sometimes with video, and both her and your father were obviously aware that you had a boyfriend (gee, that sounded kinda trivial, a boyfriend). In fact, Steve played a huge role in them deciding to purchase their plane tickets⊠besides wanting to see New York City⊠and you.
The thing was⊠you had managed to keep Steveâs identity secret so far; you never used a videocall when he was around, so your mum only had heard his voice, sweet and polite in the most Steve fashion possible, you sort-of danced around his age and his job. Yeah, you found it strange as well that you kept it up so long, a divine intervention even; or maybe your mum simply had a good idea of your dirty secret all along and purposely didnât probe.
Now, with your parents in the apartment, your dadâs eyes more on Steve than on you (your mumâs eyes wandered too, you noticed, but she had enough decency to show you she missed you first), you felt dread fill every cell in your body. Your heart was pounding in your chest with too much ferocity, your temples pulsing, your palms uncharacteristically sweaty and if it wasnât for Steveâs warm hand on your lower back, its weight oh so comforting, you might spontaneously combust because of your nerves.
You were suddenly entirely grateful that Steve had shaved off his beard, was giving less of a an incredibly hot (and still very young, thank you very much) professor vibe and looked--- well, kinda like he could be your classmate.
But of course, of course the subject came up. Inevitably, after the small talk about your parentsâ flight, about how their job was going and if they picked up a new hobby (âŠor heard some gossip), you and Steve became the centre of attention.
First, things went smoothly enough; you talked a bit about school, about Penny and some of your classmates and professors, about your part-time job. Steve had been subtly drawing small comforting circles on your thigh whenever he wasnât eating and he in fact succeeded in lowering your heartbeat so much that you might appear even calm.
And then it oh so predictably went to shit.
Because apparently, your materialistic father had to ask Steve what he was studying and what his plan for his future career was.
âI actually finished my studies,â Steve admitted in an admirably dispassionate manner.
Meanwhile, your own heart started racing again, sending you to the verge of a cardiac arrest; your fatherâs eyes narrowed slightly, but a hint of a smile played in the corners of his lips in effort to remain polite⊠for now.
âOh? Was that recently?â
You deflected that question by bringing up the pie and snatching Steve with you to bring it to the table since you two were the hosts.
The question forgotten, your mum â god bless her, she had caught up enough to know you did not want to discuss Steveâs age, even if it wasnât that bad â asked about Steveâs field of study.
âHistory, minoring in pedagogics.â
âOh? So you are a history teacher?â your dad chimed in and you swallowed as Steve confirmed that claim, walking straight into a death trap. You had seen it coming, you had, but you still winced when your fatherâs icy tone cut the almost festive atmosphere. âAnd it wouldnât be that youâre more of a university professor, would it?â
His hand balled into a fist on the table, your motherâs lightly covering it as she whispered his name; the gesture of comfort, a silent plea for him to stay calm, didnât quite work.
Steve, to his benefit, looked only a bit sheepish, meeting your dadâs eye with bravery worth of the Disney prince you had called him earlier that day. Also, with the same honesty⊠why hadnât you agreed on lying to them again?
âIt would, sir.â
âOh. I donât suppose then that it is a coincidence that you two met in school?â your dad continued and you sighed, your breathing progressively turning into a more and more of a difficult task with the anticipation of a storm.
âIt is not, sir,â Steve replied calmly and you honestly didnât know whether you should kiss him or punch him, unsure if his attitude made your father madder or not. âHowever-â
Your fatherâs gaze snapped to you, sharp and enraged; you felt yourself sink into your chair involuntarily, your mind travelling years back to the moments when he wasnât pleased with you at all, yelled and sputtered words tasting of venom.
âDo you have any explanation for this inappropriate joke?â you father hissed, not caring he interrupted whatever Steve was about to say to your defence.
Your chest grew heavy, edges of your vision blurring subtly; your eyes burned and suddenly, you werenât only remembering. You were reliving a memory, feeling like your child-self, like your teenage-self, being scolded for every imperfection; and there had been generous amount of those as you had been growing up.
Steveâs hand somehow slid under the table again, squeezing yours, a gentle wave of attempted comfort washing over you.
But it took one glance at him and you understood that silent support was not the only goal of his when he sought your touch.
His jaw was set tight, his grip a little too strong; he was trying to maintain composure, while not at all impressed with the tone your father was speaking with you.
Yet, Steveâs gesture did provide you with something you hadnât had whenever you faced your father before; strength and true support, the essential reminder that you had done nothing wrong.
âDad, this is not a joke,â you said, your voice shaking only slightly as you squeezed Steveâs hand back, âSteve and I are dating. Yes, he is teaching at the same college I study, but-â
A fist hit the table, causing the remaining tableware clank with the force behind the blow and you winced in fright, all muscles tensing in an instant.
âThere is no âbutâ applicable in this case!â your father spitted out, the anger in his voice making your guts twist, the sting in your eyes intensifying. âWe help you to pay for school so you could study, not sleep around!â
Several things happened at once; your mother admonished your father, a level-headed whisper of his name. Your voice, too quiet as always when your father reprimanded you, tried to protest, to defend yourself. Â And Steveâs patience ran out, his outrage at your fatherâs demeanour showing.
âPaul-â
âThatâs not whatâs-â
âDonât talk to her like that!â
âYou keep your mouth shut now,â you father snapped at Steve, pointing a finger at him accusingly before turning his rage towards you again, the deep disappointment in his eyes somehow more hurtful than the anger. âIs it that bad with your grades that you have toâto--- Jesus Christ.â
The world stopped for several frantic beats of your heart, everything else in standstill. Multiple sharp breaths were drawn in, but you didnât think either of them was yours.
Your fatherâs unfinished sentence echoed in your ears as if from a terrible distance and just like thatâjust like that, you were thrown several months back to the days before your graduation.
Rogersâ whore
Bet sheâll get the highest score
The icy feeling that froze your bones and crystalized the blood in your veins made for a stark contrast to the few hot tears you were distantly aware of that were running down your cheeks.
Many had thought of you that you were a set of holes to fill for the professor in exchange for passing an exam or two, which was disgusting, deeply insulting and obviously wrong. But those people didnât know you- they werenât your blood.
Your own father was now seconds from calling you a whore. The dinner turned into a stone in your stomach as the verbal punch knocked all air from your lungs.
âPaul!â you heard a swift reproach, quickly followed by Steveâs voice, dangerously low in a threat. âIâm sorry, what did you just imply about her?â
âYou zip it-â
âPaul!â
It felt like a fucking elephant stomped on your chest, the spiral of pity and despair, mocking voices swirling wildly, tossing you around with a quickening speed as the circles got smaller and smaller, as if you were circling down the drain, your breaths coming shorter and shorter too-
And yet your father still continued, ignorant to all warnings and your inner turmoil.
âThatâs over, my dear. I refuse to support such disgusting thing. And you, I donât see how itâs possible that you still have your job-â
âDAD!â a loud cry cut off the monologue and it took you a moment to realize that it was you who just snapped and yelled, despite the unmistakable addressing.
Your father stared at you in mute shock as you dared to interrupt him; and frankly, with the world spinning, your stomach twisted and your chest constricted with anxiety, you were shocked by your actions too.
It was the fact that he doubted Steveâs position at the uni, flashed through your mind, the way he insulted the man you loved and who deserved all the good things. Or maybe it was his fucking attitude towards Steve and you in general and you just finally reached your limit. You werenât sure; but shit, this ended now.
The silence that fell on the room granted you a few moments to breathe and calm your frantic mind.
âHe is not using me like some f-â -fuckdoll- â-fling or whatever. And heâs not even my professor, heâs-â
âLike it matters!â you father snapped from his trance, spitting the words, a vein on his temple visibly popping up as he rose to his feet swiftly, nearly sending the chair flying to the ground.
You stared up at him, the coil of despair and rage in your gut burning hot as he literally looked down on you.
You hadnât been ready for this. You hadnât been ready for your father to despise you for being in a relationship with a great man, to judge you so harshly without being able to listen for a damn second.
âIt DOES. But even if he was-â you tried to explain again, losing patience and the ground under your feet too as Steveâs hand started practically crushing the bones of yours.
You could physically feel Steve trying to hold back and slowly succumb to his not so nice emotions no doubt swirling in him just like in you.
âHow can you not see thatâs heâs only looking to get his---â your father gestured wildly towards Steve and rather low and you could hear Steveâs teeth grinding at the implication. Your blood reached the boiling point. How dared he to- â-that heâs only seeking a physical thing-â
âThatâs not what this is. I love your daughter-â Steve emphasized, expression fiery, voice surprisingly measured for a man who you believed was one moment from punching your father.
âSure you do, son, until something with long legs and tall heels walks by-â
Steveâs chair scrapped against the floor and you quickly laid a palm over his chest to stop him from jumping to his feet and succumb to his righteous anger.
âSteve-â you whispered soothingly, seeing the light tremble to his hands, tendons dancing under his shirt with the effort to hold back.
âPaul, thatâs enough,â your mother interjected, grabbing her husbandâs wrist to keep him back as well.
âI do love your daughter, I respect her and I fully intend-â
Steve closed his eyes as he inhaled shakily to compose himself. In the very back of your mind, you spared a single thought to what he was going to say before he shook his head and looked your father dead in the eye again.
â-I am serious about her and I want to and will be with her as long as sheâll have me.â
You had two full seconds to sink into the gentle sentiment behind his words, to cherish how much he did respect your choices and strangely, how he still doubted he could be enough for you, before your father scoffed dismissively.
âWell, I hope you are serious, because if she comes crawling back in few weeks, the door and the account will be closed.â He shot you one disdainful look that made your heart stop before twisting his arm from your motherâs hold and stepping away from the table. âWeâre leaving.â
Your eyes slipped shut, a fresh wave of hot tears painting your cheeks, all strength leaving your body, darkness enveloping your mind.
He was cutting you off. He was going to disown you no doubt; that much of a disappointment you were to him.
Your own father hated you.
Dull ringing filled your ears, muffling your motherâs low voice.
âIâm so sorry for his behaviour.â She sounded truly regretful, her voice quivering a bit, you thought. âIâll talk to him about what he said. Thank you for the dinner, baby. It was nice to meet you, Steve, truly.â
âYou too, maâam,â Steve responded firmly, his voice the only solid thing in the room. âIâllâIâll walk you out.â
âThatâs not necessary, Steve. But thank you. Iâll call you, sweetheart.â
A low whisper about a promise fell from her lips next as she brushed your shoulder, but you couldnât hope to understand what she was saying, the buzz of blood in your ears growing louder.
And then you knew she was gone along with your father. You knew because a warm hand touched yours, another gently wiping way the endless waterfall of your tears and then you were pulled to your feet and practically dragged to the couch in Steveâs protective embrace.
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You wouldnât be able to tell how long you were drenching Steveâs shirt in tears, sobbing into his chest as he held you firmly and yet tenderly, whispering sweet nothings, words of comfort empty and yet so meaningful.
You couldnât tell how long it took for the tremble subdue, for the sobs to turn into sniffles and then die out entirely.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart. Iâm so so sorry,â Steve whispered to your hair, caressing your scalp, your back the next, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.
âI know,â you creaked back, gripping the fabric of his shirt for one last time before you gathered your breath and courage to face him; you had to. You might be a mess, but it was vital that he heard you say this: âItâs not your fault.â
You withdrew slightly, meeting his eyes, so big and regretful, a bit watery as if he was the one crying. The corners of his lips, apparently having been turned down the whole time, twitched, his whole face twisting in a grimace; little sad, little defiant, but he didnât protest even though you were certain that he wanted to.
Perhaps it was a testimony of how well you two fit, how your thoughts worked on the same wavelengths; you understood what he must have been thinking. If you were dating literally anybody else, this wouldnât have happened.
So you had to assure him that you didnât blame him; even if he did so himself. You didnât have the energy to be angry with him for such thing. Mostly because that in a way, there was a tiny bit of truth in him thinking so.
âDonât do that to yourself. I chose you. Yes, this relationship is on both of us⊠but we knew the risks and went for it anyway. Andâitâs worth it, itâs just⊠fuck, this is so fucked up. Iâm in such a mess now,â you whispered, your voice breaking as fresh tears burned in your eyes.
Steveâs fingers were quick to dry your cheeks, gently stroking, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
âWe are, babygirl. Weâre in this together. Whatâs mine is yours,â Steve said, determined. You couldnât find yourself sharing his optimism, but his eyes locked onto yours, serious as his words. âWeâll figure it out. Find ways of saving more. Hell, if it comes to that, Iâll try to find a job that pays better-â
Your palms landed on his chest, pushing away, putting some distance between you; his hand dropped from your face.
Say WHAT?
âAbsolutely not!â you protested instantly, sobering from your despair and letting indignation take over, ignoring entirely the voice in your head sweetly nudging you with the idea of what Steve was willing to give up for you. âIâll drop off college before I let you give up being a professor, Steve-- you are made-â
âNot an option, sweetheart,â he shot back instantly, expression turning strict. âYou leaving college is off the table.â
Mentally, you threw your hands up in the air, growing confused and frustrated by the minute.
âWhy? How is that different from you finding a new job, giving up something you worked for so hard?â
âThe difference is,â Steve raised his voice slightly, speaking slowly as if he wanted you to remember every word, â-that the chances are that I could come back at some point, that I might only lose a few years. You dropping off, on the other hand, would affect your whole future.â
The same exasperation you felt burned in his eyes now and you gulped, realization hitting you that⊠yeah, okay, that was a good point. But you hated it anyway.
ââŠokay, thatâs a fair point. But I rather work three jobs and didnât sleep at all than seeing you leave the university.â
âAnd work yourself to the ground? I donât think so, babygirl,â Steve shook his head, just a smidge of patronizing which stung more than you would expect.
Obviously, he was presenting you with more of a feasible option, but you had a feeling that the primal instinct to be the provider played a role in his attitude too â and at any given moment besides this one you would like that; you were completely fine with him wanting to ensure you were secured, taking the larger portion of the burden on his shoulders.
Except now it reminded you of your father in the worst possible way despite knowing that the sentiment was nothing but sweet, no malice in his intentions. It chased tears into your eyes.
Steveâs expression instantly melted, panic flashing in his eyes as he must have figured out that this was not the right thing to say⊠or not the right way.
His hands were quick to frame you face, tender but unwavering, forcing you to look him straight in the eye.
âHey, hey, no. Itâs just⊠weâll work it out, somehow, okay? We can even move out and share an apartment with someone else if we need to. Though youâre forgetting I used to pay this rent and bills on my own.â
Your lower lip quivered, your heart fluttering in fondness for this incredible man, your chest constricted at the idea of taking anything away from him, even if it was comfort. God, the distance he was willing to walkâŠ
âYou were living on school cafeteria food and ramen,â you mumbled, corners of your lips twitching upwards for the shortest moment.
Steveâs smile, on the other hand, was almost blinding, tight-lipped but honest, thumbs sweeping at the tears that appeared yet again.
âSee, another possibility to save money. Donât cry, my pretty girlâŠâ he pleaded lowly, kissing your nose before shaking his head lightly. âOr cry if you need to. Iâm here, sweetheart, okay? Whatever you need.â
Shit, your heart couldnât hope to contain this amount of love-
How could anyone ever doubt Steve was the right man for you? The best man? The most wonderful loving human being? How did your father think he was just looking for a mindless fuck?
âI love you,â you whispered hoarsely, smiling through your tears. âFuck my father. He canât bully me into being his perfect daughter by cutting me off, canât make me behave. Thereâs nothing wrong with me loving you.â
âOr me loving you.â
There was no questioning his honesty; it was written all over his features, his irises bright with emotion. And yet, you worried your teeth over your lower lip, insecurity, your old friend, crawling into your head.
âYou do, really? Even with my asshole of a dad?â
You didnât mean it. Entirely. Though momentarily, your dad was being an asshole, not for the first time.
âYeah, sweetheart. Youâre my everything,â Steve promised, releasing your face in order to tuck messy loose strands of your hair behind your ears.
âThatâs the sweetest thing to say, but you canât exactly sell me to put food to your mouth-â Oh. Even though⊠maybe that would be an option? âWell, technically-â
All the gentle warmth radiating from Steveâs expression turned ice cold, smile dropping so fast it startled you.
âDonât you even-â
âHey, why not, I mean how much do you think-â
âStop that right now!â Steveâs voice cut you off, razor sharp voice as if cutting into your skin.
You flinched at the mental blow on instinct, air stuck in your throat, muscles in your back straightening enough to inflict a sharp pounding in your head.
Steve closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling painstakingly slow, as if he got punched in his gut too. His fists on your sides clenched and unclenched, Adamâs apple bobbing. When he looked at you again, it was obvious he realized he had scared you â and that he regretted not keeping his anger in check.
âIâm sorry, babygirl, I didnât mean for it to come out this harsh.â
You bit the inside of your cheek, focusing on nothing but your breathing and keeping yourself from sobbing again as you were reminded of your fatherâs yelling. With each long second, you could see Steveâs face twisting and his body sinking into the couch in shame.
Well. As much as you hated him snapping at you, you had to give it to him â it sobered you up. Frankly, you didnât blame him for being so harsh.
But you were also aware that Steve was a painfully kind and gentle soul and he never wanted to be rough with you⊠well, except under certain very consensual special circumstances.
âI know,â you forced an unconvincing smile, laying your palm on his cheek, affection Steve was quick to lean into with a sigh â probably both relieved and content. âIâm sorry for talking stupid.â
He covered your hand with his, carefully manipulating it so he could brush his lips over your palm.
âYouâre not, not really. Our heads are a mess, rightfully so. I know people still do that, some purely by choice, butâI donât want that for you, ever. Thatâs the same level on a will-never-happen scale like you not continuing your masters. Not an option for me. Youâre my girl and if someoneâs gonna change their habits, itâs gonna be me first.â
The surge of affection at his words filled your stomach with butterflies, wrapping around you like the softest and warmest comforter.
Great, now you wanted to cry for a whole different reason.
âI donât deserve you,â spilled from your lips before you could think twice. Steveâs sweet smile made its return.
âOther way around, babygirl. Other way aroundâŠ. Now how does a bath and a bed sound?â
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Steve hadnât planned on you and him having a bath when making the suggestion. He found a bath-bomb even and few candles so the light wouldnât have to be on and hurt your previously teary eyes.
But then you looked at him with wide eyes, pleading and so vulnerable, a single look so heartfelt that it would make the devilâs black heart break and the angels weep â and he was done for, sinking into the bath with you even if the bathtub was not meant for more than one person, especially when one of them was of Steveâs built.
He couldnât tell you no. Less so after the shitstorm the dinner had turned into.
Yes, Steveâs own emotions were running high, anger, disappointment and self-hatred he knew he couldnât confess to, certainly not at the moment, but you. You were the priority here because he had a feeling that no matter how overwhelmed he felt, he had nothing on you.
The ceramics of the tub was hard against his back and against his knees at the side, but you fit into his arms and between his legs so perfectly and contentedly that he wouldnât dare to complain. Head in the crook of his neck, your back to his chest, you melted into him, eyes closed, fingers absently and yet affectionately running over his forearms above water, sometimes along his calves.
You didnât talk much, mostly repeating that it wasnât his fault, that you loved him â something he found himself echoing every time â and it slipped through your lips too that while you would never change the fact that you picked him⊠you were sorry for being a disappointment to your father.
At that, something in Steveâs chest cracked and he swore to himself â that he would never ever be the cause of you feeling like a disappointment. And why would he â you were his perfect girl, his best girl. As much as he regretted that he indirectly did have a hand in making you feel like this now, he wouldnât change who you were to each other and who you were had he had the chance. Never.
What he could do was to hold you tighter after your admission and whisper more sweet nonsense that made perfect sense to him to your ear.
By the time the water got cold, you were practically asleep, completely groggy, pliant. Somehow, you both climbed from the tub without sustaining any injury. He might have been holding you upright a bit as you both brushed your teeth and pulled on a pyjama.
You fell asleep almost instantly, face hidden in Steveâs chest, few stray tears dampening his sleepshirt as you mumbled one more love confession into the fabric.
âI love you, Steve... Iâm sorry⊠you have to put up with such bullshitâŠâ Your words slurred but Steve didnât need to hear them to understand what you were saying.
He dropped a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you closer to his side, ignoring the sting of guilt in his gut.
âI love you too, sweetheart,â he whispered, earning a hum that might have been a sign of contentment⊠or you being entirely drained. âLetâs go to sleep now. Clearer head in the morning.â
Another hum and then nothing but your deep slow breathing, the last remnants of tension leaving your body.
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Steve didnât think he would follow you to the dreamland anytime soon, too agitated, thoughts swirling wildly in his head, but he caught himself snapping back to consciousness at some point, unsure when he fell asleep â and what woke him up.
An intrusive buzzing on your nightstand provided him with the answer, your phone lit up.
Steve spared you one glance as you stirred only to nuzzle deeper into his frame, sighing.
As carefully as he could so he wouldnât wake you, he stretched over you and checked who was calling.
Blood crystalized in his veins, heart sent into frenzy as he read a simple short word.
Mom.
He squeezed the side button, silencing the vibration as he pondered what to do; and yet, even as his heart jumped to his throat â as if he was a teenager about to face his girlfriendâs parents after he took her virginity â he had already made a decision, accepting the call as you sank into the cushions without him as a pillow.
He slipped from the room as silently and quickly as possible, announcing himself before you mother could say something not meant for his ears.
âOh. Hello, Steve,â your mother greeted him, clearly surprised â but much to Steveâs relief, not angry.
He could do this, he could talk to your mother even with the lump in his throat; could have been much worse. Could have been your father and Steve wasnât so sure if he would manage him. For one, he would hate to be reminded, once again, of what the numerous hate letters had told him about being a total perv; for two, Steve feared he might exchange words with your father that couldnât have been taken back and would seal the damage done to the relationship with your parents .
âIâm sorry, maâam. She fell asleep andâI can wake her, of course, but-â He stumbled over his words and was immensely grateful when your mother saved him from his misery; more se when she said what she did.
â-but she had a rough night. We all did. Iâm okay to talk to you, Steve.â
âAlright⊠how can I help, maâam?â
âTell me how bad she is, Steve? She stopped crying before she falling asleep?â the woman on the other side asked softly, causing Steveâs heart to squeeze in a painful memory of his own kind mother, God bless her soul.
And perhaps it was that very memory that encouraged him to speak openly, the genuine worry of a mother who cared deeply for her child, her heart full of love.
How such woman could end up with such an asshole and stay with him was beyond Steveâs understanding, but he certainly wasnât in position to judge the choices of the women in your family â after all, he was your choice and there was a long line of people who looked at the two with disdain.
âFor a while,â Steve admitted with a sigh, his gaze automatically flickering towards the bedroom. âSheâsâshe feels like she disappointed you in a way, sheâs scared of the whatâs next, but sheâs angry too, because she doesnât think she did anything wrong by being with me.â
And Steve thought the same⊠to a point. Didnât matter that sometimes he would find himself in a dark place where he simply awaited the moment youâd change your mind and left him; for someone your age, with better looks, someone smarted, someone funnier, someone who didnât have to shave off his beard just so your parents made it through the front door without yelling.
Such gloomy images always left him more desperate than he was comfortable admitting and with searing jealousy in his gut.
He needed you. Yes, heâd survive if you left â but he was certain that youâd take his heart with him, leaving him unable to fall in love ever again⊠or to feel whole, for that matter.
âShe wouldnât leave you to get her financial support back, Steve,â sounded gently on the other end of the line and Steveâs heart skipped a beat in alarm, brief wonder if he had said any of his latest thoughts out loud.
He supposed he didnât â your mother was just too intuitive, just like his used to be. He gulped against his dry throat, suddenly guilty for â in a way â forcing you to leave them.
ââŠI suppose not⊠Iâm sorry if-- it was never my intention to steal your daughter from you, but Iâm- Iâm not gonna pretend I mind that she would rather be with me than had her money.â
âThis is not your doing, Steve, donât you think I donât know that,â she continued, a subtle smile in her voice, Steve thought. âAnd itâs good that sheâs willing to make this choice. We wouldnât want the bride to get cold feet, after all.â
Steveâs heart stopped altogether, he was sure of it. Colour him mortified.
How the hellâbut- she couldnât--- he hadnât proposed yet and he- what?
His stomach twisted in a tight knot. He couldnât but ask, voice barely above whisper.
ââŠhow did you know?â
âYou stopped yourself mid-sentence, Steve. And as clichĂ© as it sounds, you had fire in your eyes, defending my daughter. It is clear to me that you are serious about her, that you love her, and from the little I heard about you, you are the kind of man who would put a ring on it to seal the deal.â
You mother was definitely smiling now and Steve found himself doing the same, even if the lift of his lips turned sour.
âI would have asked for parentsâ blessings, butâŠâ
âI give it,â she was quick to assure him and Steveâs breath hitched, his chest puffing with pride, filling with endless relief and joy. Your mother approved of him. Even knowing who he was, how old he was, howâshe was willing to give him her blessing! âYou seem like a good man, Steve.â
Steve was both embarrassed and ridiculously proud when he realized he was blinking against tears gathering in his eyes, enormous weight falling from his shoulders.
âThat, uhmâthat means a lot, truly,â he choked out, swiftly clearing his throat, the embarrassment definitely winning now. He had to get it together before he gave out how weak he could be in front of your mother⊠she had given her blessing; she could easily take it back.
âI like you, Steve. Youâre a good blend of an old-fashioned and modern man. Donât mess it up and keep my daughter happy.â
âI will try my best, maâam,â he declared in an instant, meaning every word.
A sigh sounded from the speaker. âThatâs all I ask for⊠now the less happy reason to call. I talked to Paul, but he⊠Iâm sorry, Steve, as for now, he still isnât fond of you.â That didnât surprise Steve, but it hurt nonetheless. Then again, he was grateful that your mother tried to put in a good word for him; that meant a lot too. âHe only agreed to pay for three more months.â
Steveâs free hand balled into fist, the other clutching the phone considerably tighter as hot surge of anger flooded his veins.
Three more payments. As if the relationship with your family was a damn job contract and this was the notice period.
Steve was sure he was going to be sick.
âThank you. Thatâs⊠we appreciate it,â he managed to grit through his teeth, trying his damnest to remember that he wasnât mad at the sweet woman â only at her husband.
âYou really are a good man, Steve. Youâre good for her. Iâm glad she found you.â
Steve would once again be entirely joyful at being at least your motherâs favour, but he heard you call out his name from the bedroom, low, hoarse and utterly confused and all he could focus on was the idea of you, red-rimmed eyes and messy hair and still adorable, looking for him in the dark room with a pout to your lips.
âSteve?â your mother called out unsurely and Steve snapped from his reverie.
âSorry, uhm, sheâs awake-- do you want me to hand you over or-â he blurted out swiftly, hoping the answer would be no as he couldnât wait to crawl back to bed with you.
âNo, just tell her I called. I believe you two have things to talk about. Take care of my daughter, Steve. Iâll be in touch.â
âYes, maâam.â
âJane, Steve,â she offered kindly just as Steve heard the soft patting on your fluffy socks on the floor.
âYes, Jane,â he corrected himself then, unable to contain the satisfaction as he tested the name on his tongue. âThank you, really. Goodnight.â
He ended the call as you emerged from the bedroom, squinting to the low light, your eyes instantly finding him â he automatically smiled for you, unsubtly splaying his arms wide. You didnât hesitate, aiming straight into his embrace even if it was at snail pace.
It was funny and strange and wonderful how Steve still loved simply holding you, his heart calmer the moment he found you melting into his frame. Christ, he loved you⊠and clearly, your mother noticed; he was so obvious, that-
âYou were gone,â you muttered into his chest discontentedly, nuzzling into him and Steve automatically cradled you to him tighter.
âSorry, sweetheart. How are you feeling?â
âLike shit,â you admitted bluntly, propping your chin on his torso to look up at him, eyes growing wide and surprisingly soft with emotion. âMore so because I was talking stupid and crying into your shirt instead of comforting you after my dad accused you of the things that--- those things that arenât right.â
Steve felt the painful nudge to his consciousness, because he knew there always would be some truth to âthoseâ words; but you were here to dilute the pain and make it all better. Your care for his well-being served like a shield for the sticks and stones for now at least, when you were the priority. You had it worse at the moment, no matter what his former colleague had accused him of in those hate letters â and now your father.
âHey, no. Donât worry about me now.â
You gazed into his eyes, pushing on your tiptoes to peck his lips and the small gesture of affection was like a balm to his soul, much like your words.
âBut I do. Always. I love you, Steve⊠Iâm sorry we canât catch a break⊠but weâll⊠somehow, weâll push through, right?â you whispered, hopeful and wistfully determined and Steve could only nod, feeling the corners of his lips rising.
âAbsolutely, sweetheart. Youâre my girl.â
âAnd youâre my guy. My prince charming,â you hummed, cradling his unusually smooth cheek, irises full of wonder, the sensation was as foreign to you as it was to him. But it was your babble that made him chuckle, the nickname that seemed to catch on; you were too cute for words. âGuess I am Cinderella after all and somehow you accidentally fell in love with me.â
âDamn right I did,â he confirmed, brushing your forehead with his lips before tugging you back to the bedroom. âNot all that glitters is gold.â
âTrue. Though you might have some glitter from the bathbomb on you.â
âCheeky girl.â
He didnât bother pretending to be offended or grumpy; he was simply too happy to see some of your snarky teasing side making its return, that was always a good sign.
âI try⊠but really, are you okay?â
Steve didnât respond at first, climbing to the bed, manoeuvring you to his arms where you belonged and fit so naturally. Only when the lights were out and you were both comfortable, he replied, truthfully.
âI will be. I have you. Plus, your mum seems to be okay with me.â
More than okay, apparently.
Steveâs heart fluttered with a bit of nerves as his mind wandered to the ring he kept in the very room you fell asleep every night.
âAs she should,â you hummed, sounding very pleased. âShe has a nose for good people. And youâre the best.â
âAfter you at least.â
âBest man, then,â you argued playfully and Steve was perfectly content to have you think that. It would play in his favour when he would finally find the courage to sink to one knee in front of you.
âWell, Iâm certainly a lucky one⊠I have the best woman.â
âUh-huh. Sure you do. Love you,â you whispered, kissing his chest over the fabric of his sleepshirt and sighing blissfully. âGoodnight, Steve.â
âGoodnight, sweetheart. I love you too.â
If you only knew how muchâŠ
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