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I've had a stupid merlin au idea stuck in my head for days now and I know I'll never get around to writing it the way I want it written but I kinda wanna try anyway even though I am 100% of the target audience
#it's an f1 au btw#so I feel like a merlin x f1 crossovee is very niche#but I just have this idea in my head pf arthur as a driver and merlin as an aerodynamics engineer#and arthur starts off as an ass (as per usual) and thinks that he's god's gift to motorsports and all his good results are because of his#skill and bad results are because the engineers fucked up bad#and lowkey people don't like working with him BUT uther is giving red bull absolute mega bucks to keep him and he is actually a fantastic#driver in his own right. deep down he's not super satisfied though because people keep saying he's only winning because of his car#and his dad's money which is why he's a grumpy ass to most people and tries to claim good races as his and blame engineers for bad ones#also because uther probably taught him that attitude#in this au I think either Newey didn't exist but rb dominance still did or this is far enough after Newey that I haven't got arthur blaming#him for a bad car because y'all I can't do that it's too unrealistic no one would believe it#(yes I am aware that max and checo are currently complaining about a car newey made but shh)#anyway he secretly goes to sign for like. williams or something who currently suck so he can prove to himself and everyone else that he IS#a good driver and can drive a shit car well. he's admittedly doing fairly well in a tractor when merlin joins the team as the new head#of aerodynamics and arthur is giving him shit because he's so young and how could he possibly fix this shitbox#then Merlin's first big upgrade packages comes and makes a pretty big difference and arthur has to rethink a bit#the next season is the first car that merlin was actually mostly in charge of and it's a massive difference and suddenly it's competitive#meanwhile merlin's pov is that arthur sucks ass and he hates him but he keeps being told that arthur is his destiny#he refuses to believe this though and even though he has magic he point blank refuses to use it on anything that would help arthur even#somewhat indirectly like using it to help design the car. his official reasoning to people who know about his magic is that the fia wouldn't#allow it but personally he also just wants to say a fuck you to fate because he doesn't like arthur. but then they get to know each other#more and he realises that maybe arthur isn't that bad and they become friends like in the show#arthur is leading the championship (pendragon dominance could bore fans) but then he has a big crash and is out for a couple of races#by all accounts it's a miracle he's even alive (it's the only time merlin has used his magic for arthur). when he comes back he still has a#chance at wdc but it's way tighter than it was. maybe there's only a few races to go. he gets some podiums and his competition has some bad#luck (genuine not merlin) or something but then at like the second last race he can guarantee wdc if he wins regardless of where anyone else#places. he does it and merlin is the one to go on the podium with him on behalf of the team (maybe not for winning wdc but just his first#win after the crash idk) and it's this big emptional moment#also morgana was as good as arthur as kids but uther only supported arthur so now she works for sky or someone in a role like nico rosberg
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Perhaps could I request the bg3 companions going through Tav's sketchbook and finding that it's riddled with drawings of each companion, but especially them. Maybe it's the early stages of a romance or smthn?
Iâve been slowly spinning this around in my head, yessss
Gale
At first, Gale thinks journal is a book youâve left for him. Heâs not really one to go through your personal belongings after all. But upon opening the journal and finding swaths of drawings of your party and him, heâs thrown a little off kilter
He returns it to you immediately (read as: he fights with himself for a good ten minutes to stop looking at the sketches of himself and return the book to you) but asks you about your hobby
Listens very intently to however much youâre willing to tell him. Gale would ask, âare those me? or do you know some other roguishly handsome wizard with a penchant for fancy robes?â
Heâs trying Very Hard to downplay his feelings about the whole matter. Heâs not used to being the admired oneâŠbut heâs certainly not complaining
Shadowheart
As she hopes everyone will respect her need for privacy, Shadowheart strives to do the same for others. Despite many opportunities to peak at your journal, she resists and eventually asks you about it directly, but with no pressure
shy!Tav, nervously showing off the sketches and trying to gloss over how many of these drawings are of Shadowheart - after a deep breath, Shadowheart ignores the blush rising on her skin and asks about some of the other drawings
Confident!Tav, flipping through the sketches and happily showing off the images of Shadowheart especially - Shadowheart flusters, sputters out a near incomprehensible jumble of words and rushes off
Either way, the moment lives Rent Free(tm) in her head and she hopes youâll show her the journal again
Astarion
STUNNED. like, almost drops your sketch in surprise bc wait. Holy shit. Is that him??
recovers smoothly, plays down the way his adrenaline has spiked
It does not matter how good the portraits of him are, sketches or fully finished drawings, he is Memorizing those pages
If you draw him with any soft expression, heâll point out that image to you and be like âI think youâve messed up on that particular reaction, dearâ (thatâs how he looks at you, shh donât tell him)
Wyll
He spots you watching him one day as heâs training, your eyes flipping between him and the journal in front of you. Eventually he gives in and wanders over, inquiring about what youâre up to
when you show him the spread, sketches of him doing swordplay (and a few close headshots) - Wyll is both very impressed and very flustered
He compliments your skills, though jokingly questions the subject of your drawings. Certainly someone else would make a more attractive drawing, he says, gesturing vaguely to his mismatched eyes and newly acquired horns
Is surprised by the fierce frown you give him, the disapproval in your voice at his suggestion. Youâre drawing him for a reason. Thoroughly chastised and a little embarrassed, Wyll thanks you (he doesnât elaborate beyond that but you get the idea)
Karlach
Karlach is too afraid to touch anything that seems even vaguely flammable, but sheâs seen you scribbling into your journal on many an occasion. Eventually her curiosity gets the better of her and she asks you about it
If youâre hesitant to show her, sheâll back offâŠbut kind of pout like a little kid. Not in an attempt to make you feel bad but just bc thatâs who she is. If and when you decide to show her the sketches, sheâs super hyped
Jaw on the floor. Sheâs not got the patience or skills for drawing, not really, but your talent blows her away. And then she sees the drawings of her and sheâs like - mouth open, heart eyes
jokes about how youâve drawn her, with a huge grin on her face the whole time âhow long have you been staring at my thighs to get the drawing this accurate? should I get a new outfit for your next page?â
Laeâzel
Sheâs never really cared much for her appearance - donât get me wrong, she thinks she looks great but sheâs never really been the one to stare at her reflection or anything
But Laeâzel sees herself in your sketches, drawings of her in softer states, in relaxation, and shesâŠsurprised
Part of her bristles - sheâs a strong warrior on a mission, she doesnât need you seeing her as soft. But a different part of herâŠeases. Relaxes. You see her as an individual worth affection.
Laeâzel wouldnât comment much about the drawings, but she would ask to sit and watch you draw, if it wouldnât bother you. Your skilled hands, the way your brow furrows as you draw. Yes. She likes that.
Halsin
At first, Halsin is simply impressed by your talents. Artistry has always been something heâs enjoyed, no matter the form, so heâs happy to get to see your work
When he comes across the pages devoted to him, heâs thrown off a little. Heâs used to being admired, if weâre being honest. As long as heâs lived and as many people heâs been with, it happens. But heâs not used toâŠthis. Being part of the art but without any expectation of him.
Traces a finger over the lines of his face - somehow youâve captured a look that makes him seem soâŠheroic. Is that how you see him? Warmth feels his chest and he goes to seek you out
You donât get much of an answer, when you ask why heâs scooped you and paying you extra attention, nuzzling his face into your hair
#baldurs gate x reader#gale x reader#astarion x reader#karlach x reader#wyll x reader#Laeâzel x reader#halsin x reader#shadowheart x reader#bg3 x reader#baldurs gate 3 x reader
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đŠ-KINKTOBER DAY 1: MASK KINK (elabs) -đ©ž
A/N: so we r all going to ignore that this is coming out 20 mins b4 the first days over. at least i finished it. đ€·đœââïž
summary: two masked woman break into your home to fuck you.
contents: DARK ROMANCE. dom! abby x subtop!ellie x sub!reader, disgustingly unrealistic, RUSHED ASF! um being fucked by people u donât know/people who broke into ur home. degrading, reader squirts, porn with like a smidge of plot? bondage. fingering, nipple play (r receiving)
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you slip into the shower. youâre clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. the steamy air fogs the room up. as the water falls down your skin your mind cant shake the stories that have been being passed along your neighborhood. apparently a shit ton of break ins have been happening in your area. its nothing too serious but its still enough to scare the weak. youâd like to tell yourself its just a halloween prank. i mean come on, they only started the first day of October? itâs probably just some dumb teens playing a stupid joke. probably took it too far & r too pussy to back out now. none of the break ins have resulted in anyone being hurt in any way so it shouldnât be plaguing your mind like this. even if something did happen youâll be okay. so when your washing away the grime of the day you attempt to distract yourself, singing to your shower playlist, and humming the tunes to your favorite songs.
âCRASHâ
welp perfect.
thats just lovely.
the sound just barley makes it past your booming music. maybe your imagining it? no, no, no, you have to be! this cannot be happening! slowly you turn your music off. carefully you wrap your towel around your curves.
just as you suspected your back glass door was shattered completely. shards of glass lay scattered on the cold tile. your body shivers wether that be from the cold wind of the outside air hitting your wet body, or the fact that your home is actively being broken into. there is no way this is happening right now. you feel your stomach completely drop. the room looks almost untouched besides the broken door. everything is in place and the criminals are no where to be seen. this doesnât seem like a joke anymore.. tip toeing over the glass you pick up the phone. frantically pressing the buttons of 911. your mind races with possibilities. they could be taking all your belongings right now. they could be anywhere in the house while you stand clueless in your kitchen. one hand holds up your towel above your boobs, and the other fumbles with the phone in your hand. in a rush the phone slides around in your grip, landing on the floor. at this point tears r running down your face. the panic of the situation really kicking in.
you bend down to pick up your mistake. you shake uncontrollably.
instead of shaking your movement stops completely when you feel cold hands grip at your hips. the nails of the person digging into ur towel. they stand behind you. a strong hold on your plushy ass.
âshh shh shhh, its okayâ you hear her say. its a girl? her grip feels too strong, her hands feel too big. but her voice, its smooth. most definitely a girl.
âand you wont be needing this, nice try missy.â another girl bends down beside you. her masked face gets into yours as she picks up the phone you were trying to retrieve before you got in this whole predicament. you cant help but notice the hint of a tattoo under her sleeve. it seems like almost a fern? maybe it wraps around her arm. definitely noted for the description of them to the police.
âim going to tie your hands behind your back now, stand up for me doll.â the smooth voice speaks again. one of her strong hand finds the slim of your back, urging you to stand tall. slowly with your eyes shut tight, you lift yourself. you clutch onto your towel, stealthy tieing it onto itself so it doesnât fall.
âgoooddd girl.â the woman with the tattoo speaks. when you open your eyes your met face to face with her. well, mask to face. her mask is of course the iconic ghost face. her voice feels muffled as she talks. its raspy and hoarse. you can taste the malice intent in her voice. âtake a picture itâll last longer, oh wait!â she teases. holding your phone between her pointer and thumb. fucking unfunny joke to make right now. childish humor.
âp-please, what do you want?â you spit out, you sound so pathetic. what do you want? what kind of question is that?
âso she speaksâ the woman behind you finally joins the party, after tieing you up with what seems like shoe laces? no its softer. ribbon? why would she be tieing u up like a present? they lead you to your own bedroom. the drawers r flung open. your underwear splayed over your floor carelessly. but only that.
wait
wait.
the woman donât speak to each other at all. tho the tattooed woman does mumble to herself. too low for you to hear, and further muffled from her mask. still you havenât gotten a good look at the other girl. you can tell her build is big tho. she isnât small thats for sure. built like an ox. as if on cue she throws you onto your bed. flinging you around so you bounce onto your back. you were right. huge girl, compression shirt, baggy black pants. the other girl, shes way shorter, she wears a black hoodie, and jeans. interesting pair.
your tears have dried, leaving stains on your face. you bet your eyes are red and puffy, snot still dripping from your nose.
âplease ill do anything, just donât hurt me.â
âwe donât want to hurt you, trust me darling. anything but.â the ox stands tall, her arms crossed over her chest. her beefy arms pressing against each other.
then what the fuck are you doing here?
âwe just wanna have some fun is all. is that okay?â
have fun? what the fuck does that even mean? and its a little late to ask for permission, no?
âtell me, tell me itâs okay.â
the other one demands. its s stern tone, but its almost seductive, and should not be making you leak through your towel. (which was already falling off from being thrown around) these woman just broke into your home, took your only source of communication, tied you up, and manhandled you. yet now they claim they âjust want to have some funâ? interesting. something your willing to play along with.
âplay with me.â you choke out. eyes switching between the girls.
âyeah? there she is.â the smaller girl praised. you can hear her smirk from under the mask. Your damp hair falls onto the pillows when the tattooed woman climbs onto you, she pulls your towel off. leaving you completely vulnerable. her hands roam your body. pulling and prodding at the ins and outs of yourself. where the other woman watches. standing over you two. you look up at her, looking into the eyes of the mask. the whole idea if this situation sends shocks of excitement and nervousness through your entire body. you see the peak of a blond braid hiding under her mask.
hot.
you turn to watch the woman whoâs playing with you, her slim fingers roaming over your naked curves.
âlook at how pretty she is.â she remarks.
âmhm, i know. we picked a good one huh?â the blond haired woman chuckles.
you moan when the tattoo clad woman pulls at your nipples, nipping at the sensitive buds.
âenough ellie, move.â the ox demands.
ellie. good to know.
shorter = ellie.
ellie shifts off of you reluctantly.
âsheâs all yoursâ
âturn over, ass up.â the ox speaks to you. shes shedded her shirt, thrown on the floor with your bras. her muscles are neatly sculpted, the bulk of her body making you drip. yet you still cant see her face. no matter the amount of layers that fall off her body the mask remains stedfast on her head.
interesting. (sexy)
you obey. flipping yourself over, you reveal your soaked pussy.
âso fucking wet already. this turn you on? such a fucking slut. cant even see my face and are a complete mess.â the blond climbs onto the bed, she spreads your pussy lips between her fingers, slowly she pulls away. a string of your release connect you.
a whimper escapes your lips as she degrades you.
âshes adorable, good pick abs.â ellie giggles, sitting next to you. your in such a lewd position, with these girls who broke into your home to fuck you. and you couldnât be enjoying this more.
without any warning you feel her fingers slide around in your folds. her thick meaty fingers plunge into you. you wince, the stretch hitting u all at once. it felt so fucking good. you wiggle in her grasp, wanting more.
you squish your head to look behind you to get a better look of the girl splitting you open. your hands still tied behind your back. you watch as abs motions to ellie. what what she saying? they seem to be able to communicate without words, itâs genuinely a bit scary. and with that ellie scoots down the bed, her hands reach down your body. rubbing your clit vigorously. you shake. the sudden stimulation overwhelms you. abs fingers thrust into you slower than ellieâs hands play with your clit.
âgood, good, calm down. itâs okay we got you.â at this point you cant even tell whoâs voice it is. all you could think about was how disgustingly lustful this whole situation was.
âi- uh. fuck- so..soo good. please?â
what were you even begging for?
no clue. they were giving you so much, but you were so fucking needy for more.
abs thrusts were deep and strong, ellies hands were fast and frigid. and together they sent you into a fucking spiral. all three of your breaths are fucked up. yours being quick and uneven, the blonds being slow and filled with deliberation, and ellies seems to be just a whiny as yours. you can tell shes getting off on this.
the ox curls her fingers into you.
âohmygodddâ you whine into the pillows, your face being smushed into the sheets, your drooling all over your once clean bedding. Abs grunts as she flips u onto your back. it seems so effortless for her. she picks you up and tosses you around like you weigh nothing. she stays quiet beside her breathless huffs of lust. again they begin their assault on your pussy. you hold your legs right under your knees, or at least try to. between your foggy head and blurry vision you cant really do anything at the moment. almost embarrassingly quick you cum at the new position. your body spasms as your release onto the blonds arm. without time to calm down ellie chuckles.
âwell would you look at that?.â she tsks
again as your brought back to reality you remember the masks. now these woman could be the ugliest people ever under that hunk of plastic (they in fact r not) but they just fucked your brains out. before abs can respond to your liquid on her arm, ellies knife is at your throat.
(HINT HINT HINT TO TMWS PROMPT) đ€«đ€«
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abby anderson x reader àšà§ âĄ
18 + minors dni , fingering , use of pet names , reader is unexperienced , lesbians only ty
i donât rlly take requests cs i donât write to please any of yâall but i got a request like this n i rlly liked the idea but i donât know where the ask went ( ? ) cs it literally disappeared on me .. but it was pretty recent so i hope it gets to u anon
sheâs watching you, studying you actually. as a best friend, her last thought was for her to ever have you here in this situation, back against her chest, body begging for more while her fingers slowly plunged into you, her other hand caressing your thigh. not only was this the process of a learning experience for you, but for her aswell.
she was able to see your language, how you reacted to specific things she did, slow things to navigate your body. â what was it that made you come to me for this y/n ? what makes me so worthy to you ? â she quizzed at you, you could swear you heard her smile through her words. sheâs resting her head on your shoulder, smalls huffs leaving past your lips as you got used to what she was having you take.
â because i trust you. â and you really did. abbyâs the only person youâd known for so long since childhood, it just never came to you that you would ask her what sex was like and next thing you knew she was guiding you to the maximum that she could give you, for now at least. you could feel the pressure of another finger slowly inching itâs way in, waiting for some sort of green light.
â yeah ? you think you could trust me to do this too ? â she asks, pushing that one other finger in as gently as she could. â sh-shit abby ! â you wanted her to stuff you entirely. clenching your eyes shut and whining at the temporary pain. â shh thatâs it, youâre doing so good angel, being such a good girl .. â that opened you up more. able to get better access to you, abbyâs fingers moving together as one eventually became pleasurable.
the uncomfortable feeling had subsided and somehow turned into an eye rolling, spine twisting pressure against your core. her fingers were slowly, but surely, jabbing into your pussy, a small creamy noise following behind her movements as the wetness of you makes it easier for her to get around. â fuuuck, abs .. right thereâ â you could barely maintain pulling a full sentence from your brain, but luckily for you, you didnât need to say a word. abby could feel every little thought or emotion through your pussy.
the way your walls naturally open up for her, giving her the opportunity to find that perfect spot. it was like you were made for this exact moment to happen, made for her. â oh sheâs needy .. thinkinâ maybe i should move a little faster, don't you ? least i wanna do is make you cum, baby. â she says this as if itâs a promise, and to be honest, she was pretty close to achieving that promise. the sound of your whines and the squirms of your hips were enough to tell her to pick up speed.
and thatâs exactly what she does.
abby plunges her fingers in and out of you, poking at what she was certain was your g-spot. every time sheâd hit it with her fingertips, there was another whimper leaving your mouth. â i feel you tightinâ up, you wanna cum ? â tauntingly, she asks this as if you werenât already on the brink of tears, â donât fight yourself, let it go. â abbyâs hand is moving rapidly, automatically making your legs spread further open. now, she was really there, and so were you. the knot in your stomach that's been there this whole time was starting to unravel.
you rest your head firmly against her shoulder. â abby it feels so fuckinâ good, please donât stopâ â you could only plead, â i wonât, baby. iâm right here, i feel you, just let me have it. â her encouragement works and she reels you in. you feel your stomach contracting as your heart starts to race. abby sits you up straight, keeping your weakened body from falling over while she keeps working your pussy. â abby, abby, abby iâm really close ! â you shout and her fingers curl upwards, creating a distinct squelching sound and you claw onto whatever you could find â that being the same arm between your legs.
â cum for me. cum for me, come on angel. â out of nowhere, you release, and all over her hand, at that. your eyes are wandering, seeing blank spots trickling the ceiling as you cum on both abbyâs fingers and your mattress. â there you fuckinâ go baby, i got you. â she pumps you some more before slowly pulling her fingers out, leaving a stringed trail of your cum to follow them. there was enough on her for both you and her to get a little taste â but she needed to know you were okay first. you were reclined against his chest still, eyes closed with your exhales being rather hoarse.
abby wraps both arms around you, hugging you from behind as she kisses the top of your scalp repeatedly, â iâm so proud of you, yn. you did great â so, fuckinâ great. â your head is still in a slight daze, and although your vision had come back, you hadnât yet gained the full consciousness to realize what the hell just happened. abby just fingered you. plan was your best friend comes in, she teaches you, she leaves, thatâs it. so why did you want to remain snuggled into her arms ? why did you want her to kiss you to sleep after coming down from that life changing orgasm ?
did you want .. abby ?
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thrown to the wolf
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warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, dubcon, fingering, praise, overstimulation
âI cannot fucking believe you,â Natasha spat, glaring at you in a way you had never seen before. She was the master at concealing the face of her emotions, only ever letting a select few peek behind the mask she wore. You were one of those few who had seen her genuine smiles amongst sly smirks and suggestive grins, the rare moments of crippling fear, sadness and now anger.Â
  âAfter everything sheâs done? Youâre going back to her like none of it ever happened? Like she never-â You couldnât let her finish. You couldnât hear her bring up the past when you were so close to finally moving past it.Â
  âShe apologised for that,â you said quickly. Natashaâs gaze hardened. âShe told me that sheâs getting help. Sheâs changed. I think she deserves some credit for that.â Your words came out as a plea.Â
  âShe doesnât deserve shit.â You averted your gaze from your friend, not liking the doubt she was placing in your mind. You knew how it looked - going back to an ex you had cried to her over countless times. But you had been talking to Wanda for a few weeks and it really did seem like she had changed. She had asked you for a second chance and after seeing how much she wanted it, you decided to give her that. It wasnât like you hadnât missed her.Â
  âThis is just another one of her lies, I thought you would have learnt to spot them by now,â Natasha continued.Â
  âShe told me you would say that,â you muttered.Â
  âOf course she did!â Natasha all but yelled. You shrunk back on instinct, one that Wanda had brought about. âDo you hear yourself? Or is she already that deep in your head?â
  âSheâs not like that anymore!â You exclaimed, wishing Natasha could see Wandaâs potential like you could.Â
  Sheâs changed, you told yourself again because you had heard the Sokovian say it so many times.Â
  Natasha scoffed.Â
  âI sat by you for months,â she began with a slow deliverance that unnerved you. âI was your shoulder to cry on. Most people go to their partners for that but you couldnât because yours was the problem. I begged you to leave her and I was so fucking happy when you did. I thought it meant you were going to be able to move on to someone that actually gave a shit about you. Now I see that that could never happen because you donât want that for yourself. Youâre addicted to heartbreak, y/n, so the next time she hurts you donât you dare come running to me. Iâm done.âÂ
  Natasha gave you one last glare before she left, leaving you alone to call the only person you could.Â
*
âShh, Iâm here,â Wanda cooed as she stroked your hair and kept her other arm draped over your trembling form. âShe doesnât understand us is all. Youâre in the right place now. Youâre okay.â You hiccuped through your tears and clung to your girlfriend tighter. Her shirt was wet with your tears and you felt guilty but Wanda hadnât said anything, too focused on comforting you. She put you first, because she had changed.Â
  You whimpered in response and Wanda continued her unwavering reassurance. Maybe distance really had made your heart grow fonder as you couldâve sworn your girlfriendâs voice had never soothed you as much as it did in that moment. It washed over you and you bathed in the safety it enforced.Â
  âIâm glad youâre here,â she told you. You smiled against her.Â
  âMe too,â you mumbled. Wanda hummed, lifting your chin so she could look at you clearly and wipe the tears smudged across your cheeks. You closed your eyes at the intimate touch and leant into her palms.Â
  âYou should stay the night.â You agreed without much thought, wanting to stay close to your girlfriend so that you wouldnât feel so alone without Natasha. You wondered if she really was done with you and couldnât believe that getting back with your ex was reason enough for her to do so. Yes, Wanda hadnât been great in the past, but that was a different time.Â
  âIâve missed having you here,â Wanda continued as her hand wandered down to your waist where it settled with her thumb beneath your shirt. You werenât uncomfortable with the touch, but you were aware it was there. âI never stopped loving you, you know?â You tried to prevent your body stiffening at her words, knowing that she would immediately feel it, but the confession was one you were hoping not to hear at least not so soon.Â
  You and Wanda had had that issue last time. Wanda moved too fast too soon and although it was easy to blame being a stereotype at first, it quickly became something more intense than you could handle. Once she broke out the l word, Wanda thought you could instantly move in with her and applied the pressure to do so. Once you finally gave in you also unknowingly gave up your privacy which Wanda had deemed totally normal. You shook the thought from your mind, she had changed.Â
  âYou donât have to say it back,â she told you once you remained silent for a moment.Â
  âItâs justâŠâ you played with the duvet absently as you considered your words and tried to convince yourself that you didnât have to walk on eggshells anymore. âI thought we were starting over so itâs a little soon to be-â
  âYeah,â Wanda cut you off with a slight strain to her voice. You looked up and the Sokovian gave you a smile of reassurance that wiped the hesitance from your mind enough for you to settle back in.Â
  The thumb under your shirt was joined by several fingers that caressed your skin lightly and you grabbed the tv remote to distract yourself for several minutes before you selected a sitcom that Wanda seemed to be in the middle of rewatching. At your selection, the redhead placed a small kiss on your forehead.Â
  It didnât take ten minutes for her hands to begin to wander further up beneath your shirt. âWanda,â you murmured when her fingertips grazed your bra. You didnât trust how your skin felt electric under her touch. You were meant to be taking things slow. She hummed in acknowledgment as her fingers danced across your back and settled on the clip of your bra. âWanda,â you repeated, voice firmer this time as you looked up at her.Â
  Then, her hands went to the backs of your thighs as she sat up in the bed and manoeuvred you to straddle her lap, bringing your faces centimetres apart. You clung to her shirt as your breath hitched, caught off guard by the way the emerald in her eyes glistened with excitement. âI missed you,â she told you again, slipping her hand behind your neck to close the distance between you. She tasted just as you remembered and kissed you with that same vigour. She always kissed you like it was the last one or as if she had a point to make, always so unrelenting.Â
  âWait,â you muttered when she briefly paused to let you breathe. Her lips were on your again before you could continue. It was dizzying. So much so that when she finally moved away to kiss your neck you still couldnât get your words out.Â
  âSlow down,â you eventually managed but Wanda didnât appear to be in a listening mood.Â
  âYou want this,â she told you when she dragged your shirt over your head. âI want this,â she continued, laying you down on the bed as she kissed the valley between your breasts. You had always been so weak to her advances, unable to ever deny her even if you were feeling too tired from a long day or pained from a workout. Wanda had a way of making you forget everything except your need for her, as though she had engrained herself in every fibre of your being.
  When you looked down at her, you were left in only your underwear and Wanda was pulling her own shirt off to expose the lace she wore beneath. You didnât get a chance to admire it because she was on you again, latching her lips onto your nipples as her hand snaked between your legs. She chuckled when she felt the damp cloth of your underwear.Â
  âStill so needy,â she murmured. âYou havenât changed.â
  âHave you?â Your voice was shaky but you knew the redhead heard you. She didnât answer, instead pushing your underwear to the side so she could rub your clit that pulsed under her touch. You were familiar with that game - using sex to distract you from your doubts. It was pathetic that it still worked.Â
  Wanda dragged her long fingers down your slit, collecting the slick before pushing two fingers inside and groaning at the tightness she was met with. âHave you let anyone else touch this pussy?â She nipped at your neck as she steadily pumped her fingers into your cunt.Â
  âNo,â you admitted. It had always felt like a betrayal when you had gotten close, despite being broken up with Wanda for a year. You wouldnât tell her, but you had still thought about her when you got yourself off at night. There was a lot to be said about your past relationship with the Sokovian, but no one had ever fucked you like she did.Â
  âThatâs my good girl,â she praised, sucking a deep mark into your neck, as though she couldnât wait more than twenty four hours of you being back together to mark you as hers. You didnât want to know if that blind devotion went both ways. You werenât ready to be met with that telling avoidance again. So you leant into your girlfriend instead.Â
  âAll mine,â she continued as she began to thrust her fingers harder, reaching deeper inside you than you could yourself.Â
  âYours,â you muttered because you really couldnât help yourself. You didnât care that you were adding fuel to the fire as long as the burn of Wandaâs touch didnât stop. You would have to deal with the consequences later.Â
  âI love you,â she said, breath hot against your skin. âI know you love me too.â You pulled Wanda away from your neck and kissed her desperately. If she was going to keep playing her games, you were going to at least try and win a round. You seemed to take the redhead by surprise when you slipped your tongue into her mouth but she didnât freeze for more than a second, unrelenting on giving up any of the control you were fighting for. She bit on your lip and pressed her thumb to your clit while her fingers found that special spot that made you shudder.Â
  âI love you,â she repeated, as though her win had made her giddy and she wasn't in the middle of making you a mess. You whined, clenching around her digits as you felt your orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Wanda knew the signs of you squirming and stilled her fingers inside of you.Â
  âWanda,â you whined, giving her a pleading look that only made her smirk. It was unfair how hot she was when she was arrogant.Â
  âTell me you still love me,â she demanded. You tried to look away but she grabbed your jaw with her free hand. âI know you do. Tell me the truth and Iâll let you cum.â
  âWanda,â you tried. She flexed her fingers, pressing so hard against the back of your pussy that your back arched off the bed.Â
  âTell me,â she repeated, eyes glazed with a dangerous need that you had always been guilty of encouraging.Â
  âI love you,â you admitted. There had been times when you hated Wanda, yet you never stopped yearning for her. You were tangled in an insatiable knot that you never really tried to escape from, not when it felt so good to be trapped.Â
  âCum for me, detka,â Wanda instructed as her fingers resumed their unbashful rhythm that made your body preen and eventually release onto the redheadâs fingers with a cry. âGive me another,â she demanded as soon as she added a digit and continued to finger you deep and hard. Your body followed her cue, wrapped around her and clenching for more.Â
  You lost count of the amount of orgasms she coaxed from your submitted body, each one more tiring than the last until your body was shaking even when she wasnât touching you. Every spare breath you had she stole with a kiss and although both your bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat she still pulled you flush against her when she deemed you had enough.Â
  You watched with hooded eyes as your girlfriend sucked on her digits, moaning softly as your taste overcame her taste buds. She grinned at you before it turned softer, more tender, and placed a kiss on your shoulder as she held your frail frame.Â
  âJust as sweet as I remember,â she chuckled, because nothing had really changed.Â
#marvel#dark!marvel#kinda??#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#gxg marvel#wanda maximoff angst#i really hope this reaches its target audience
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Hellooo :D Could I request a villain who suddenly realizes that hero was once a terrifying supervillain? (Maybe a situation lead to the reveal or something? It's up to you!!) If my request doesn't tickle ur fancy then feel free to ignore <33
The other villain cocked their head.
"Change that uniform all you want," they said, grinning as they kept squeezing the hero's throat. "But it will never change what you are inside."
The other villain leaned in and put all the pressure they could come up with on the hero's windpipe, going as far as using their entire body weight to crush the hero's throat. Thus, tears ran down the hero's cheeks as they tried to force some oxygen back into their lungs.
They grabbed the other villain's wrists as they struggled but there was no mercy in the other villain's eyes, there was no escape. It wasn't even a fruitful attempt at defense.
It burnt, everything burnt. It was an indescribable pain, something so horrible that they gave up immediately. The hero wanted this to be over; they couldn't fight back.
It was true that the hero had regenerative abilities to some degree. But the other villain had also poisoned them earlier.
So, all in all, the hero's day wasn't going great.
"You will always be that disgusting piece of shit you've always been. It doesn't matter how many people you save. It doesn't matter what you do. You are rotten to the core and I can't wait to see you die." They smiled callously but the hero knew their lights were gonna go out in a few seconds. At least that meant they wouldn't have to see that horrible smile anymore. "Yeah, that's right. Look at me when you die."
Both of them heard the hero's throat crack.
The pain was completely out of this world and although the hero couldn't tell what exactly was broken, they knew it couldn't be good.
The hero wished it would be over soon.
They were about to pass out but then, suddenly, someone grabbed the other villain and yanked them across the floor. The hero couldn't move. They lay there and wheezed but nothing changed. The pain was still there and it felt like an endless limbo of violence.
It was hard to imagine that they could make it home today.
Breathing hurt. Survival hurt. Deep down, they wished the other villain would have just killed them.
They were right about everything anyway.
Whatever the hero tried to do, deep down they knew they were a horrible person. Old sins weren't any less significant. They knew it was foolish to try to make up for all the damage they had caused, for all the evil things they had done.
They had thought to escape all of this one day but it followed them around like an evil shadow. They didn't deny that they deserved it but they could also barely tell if their heart could take all of this.
They were trying so hard to be good. God, they were trying.
Although the hero's vision was horribly bad, they were able to recognize their nemesis eventually.
Their nemesis who was kneeling in front of them. Their nemesis who had just saved them.
"Silly hero," the villain said. They moved some hair out of the hero's vision and touched their bruised throat with their fingertips. The hero flinched but they couldn't say anything. "Come here."
They sat down on the floor of the empty warehouse and pulled the hero into their lap.
"Let me see..." With their index finger, the villain pushed up the hero's chin which was painful enough for the hero's body to twitch and produce some sort of desperate sound. "Shh..."
The hero didn't dare to try speaking. Their throat wasn't even remotely close to starting to heal. It would probably take hours.
"You are pretty bold for attacking them on your own," the villain said softly. They raked through the hero's hair with their long fingers, holding eye contact relentlessly. The hero couldn't really think. Was it true that they couldn't have defeated them? Or had they just given up because the other villain's words had been too cruel?
"I-"
"Shh. Don't speak," the villain said. They took off their cape and blanketed the hero. Gently, the villain traced the hero's injured throat repeatedly.
It didn't even matter to the hero that it hurt. They needed the touch, they needed skin on theirs with kind intentions. They would have let the villain push their fingers into an open wound of theirs if their sweet words had accompanied them.
"I would've never guessed that your past could be...so complicated."
The hero didn't know what they had anticipated. After all, they had lied to the villain, hadn't they? The villain was surely not happy about that.
"You're better than the rest of them. Living proof that people really can change and learn." The hero closed their eyes and pressed their cheek against the villain's torso. Although those words were nice to hear, they knew it wasn't true. Not really. The villain just tried to make them feel better. "But it was foolish of you to go up against the other villain. We both can be grateful that I have some information on them that shouldn't be available to the public. But you? You're not that desperate to save people, are you? So desperate that you will attack with no plan?"
The villain's fingertips stopped on the hero's clavicle and the hero took their hand, too tired to even think about a response.
"I guess, you not being able to answer me does have its perks. You can't protest when I say that you're good at this. Better than anyone I have ever met," the villain said. The hero didn't know why. They didn't know why the villain was doing any of this. Saving them, talking to them, touching them.
The hero didn't know how on earth they deserved this.
"Forgive your younger self," the villain whispered. "Or this will have to become a regular thing."
Again, they touched the hero's throat. It was still soft but their skin and muscles were still too sensitive. The hero tried to pull away and groaned but they also knew this was a warning.
It dawned on them. The villain was toying with them, even if it was playful, even if it was gentle. They were toying with them.
"Promise me you will work on this. You need to be able to take care of yourself. Unfortunately, I can't always be your knight in shining armor."
For whatever reason, the hero simply nodded. It didnât matter what the villain had planned for them or if they wanted to use the hero. If they wanted to manipulate them and turn them into a weapon.
All of it didnât matter right now. It didnât matter. The hero closed their eyes and allowed themselves to rest for just a minute with their cheek against the villainâs body and their head on the villainâs thigh.
#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request
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Hiiiii Robin aka Bird Boy!
Sorry I took a bit longer than usual to reply but dad suddenly decided heâd had enough of the forest and we went back home! I thought maybe itâd be fun to wait a bit longer and show you our house and stuff. I donât really like moving around all the time but I guess it kinda gives you lots of new stuff to talk about so thatâs something.
This is our house! Itâs not as big as yours looks but thereâs only two of us and weâre not always here so it makes sense that itâs not massive. Dad usually rents it out whilst weâre not here cos he says itâs better for the house that itâs looked after but I know he means itâs better for his bank too lol!! I guess it works out for me though cos he says I can put as many plants as I want in my room as long as I keep them alive so theyâd die if we left it empty every time we left. He says itâs like I brought the jungle inside hahaaha, I like it though!
The last person who rented the house was one of dadâs old work friends and he left this cool telescope for me to play with since Iâm âso keen about the stars and shitâ HIS WORDS! I know youâre supposed to use it at night but itâs kinda fun to spy on people during the day too. Like Iâm pretty sure our neighbours are getting a divorce cos I overheard the guy moaning about the lady to my dad once and sometimes you can hear them yelling and see them waving their arms at each other through the window or on the balcony (donât tell anyone though hahaa!)
I think dadâs kinda happy to be back (look how bushy his eyebrows are though ahahhhahah) he spends a lot of time fishing but I know itâs only a matter of time until he gets itchy and runs out of money again. Half of me wishes heâd get a good job here so we wouldnât have to move around all the time but the other half is glad to leave. I guess itâs kinda nice here AND I was born here but I donât even like swimming and thereâs water and beaches EVERYWHERE ugh..
I guess I donât really think Sulani feels like home anymore, not since mom died. Itâs pretty and itâs nice but something is always missing so itâs kinda lame too if that makes sense. Maybe thatâs why dad likes to leave sometimes too, Iâd ask him but heâd probably get upset so maybe not! I was gonna leave that part out cos itâs a bummer but we donât really keep many secrets from each other so I said itâŠ
Anyway, dadâs a pig and never cleans ANYTHING and I think he got bored of me complaining about how big and heavy the vacuum is cos he got me a cool mini one (itâs a âsorry we move around so much but hereâs a present so shhâ present but Iâll take it hahaa) he took it off me for a few days after I hoovered some crumbs out of his bed and sucked up his headphones by accident but thatâs his fault for eating cookies in bed when he should be sleeping.
Oh and since thereâs not many fun rocks to find or dig up here I decided to start up my shell collection again. I found a few nice ones I guess but I really want to find a conch! Dad said theyâre pretty rare but youâd think with all the stupid sand and beaches around here that Iâd be able to find at least ONE even if it was a tiny one but not yet! Iâll let you know if I do though!
Anyway, Iâm kinda sad we left Granite Falls in the end cos it was so close to the holidays I hoped maybe your family would go camping again and weâd be able to explore together again. Hopefully next time we move weâll move even closer to where you live so thereâs more chance weâll get to see each other! A bird pooped on me the other day though which dad said is supposed to be lucky so I decided to believe him and hope we get to hang out again one day SOON (after I had a shower anyway because EUGH!)
Hope youâre okay and glad to be done with school for the summer!
Love Alex :)
#ts4#sims 4#simblr#ts4 story#sims story#forever in between#fib#alexandra sampson#brodie sampson#alex letter wooooooooooooo#đ€žââïž#imagine the spying her n robin could get up to with his abilities and that telescope#sdkjsk
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Could you do one where the boys are on a tour (in Australia maybeđ) and the reader gets like a backstage pass for her and he bff and reader is talking to Chris in the meet greet(earlier cause of the pass) and Chris seems to take interest in her so he slips his number in her pocket and she eventually finds and called the number confused and he picks it up and then after awhile of them talking back and forth Chris asks her out and they start dating blah blah blah (sorry for the in Australia maybe lol I just want them to do a tour here so I can meet em)
SAVE MY NUMBER.
pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: the triplets are finally having an abroad tour and the reader purchased vip tickets with their best friend to meet them. what happens when she finds a stray set of numbers on her postcard when she gets back to the hotel? warnings: cursing, use of y/n!! a/n: thank u for the request love <3 i hope this is awesome sauce !! i tried so hard to make this enjoyable LOLL but i think it may have come out ok!! <3 lowercase intentional !!
my fingers anxiously picked at my shoes with one hand as my other hand scrolled through instagram.
"come on, y/n, aren't you excited!?" my best friend, harper, exclaimed as she gripped my shoulder and shook me rapidly.
with a soft nod and a small chuckle, i nodded as i locked my phone and let it fall into my lap. "of course i am. i'm just tired of sitting here."
we had been sitting in the sun on the side of the venue in line for the last hour and a half. it was that point in the day where the sun was beating directly onto us.
i had managed to get my best friend and i some tickets to the triplets' tour with the meet and greet pass. counting down the days was grueling, but we finally made it and the hardest part was now. waiting outside to be let into the building.
"it'll be worth it. who even cares?"
i nodded softly as i looked her up and down. she was decked out in purple, some purple stars drawn on her cheeks under her eyes and some purple cargo pants with a let's trip tee and some white air forces.
i, personally, was drowning in orange. with an orange crop top and deep gray ripped jeans, my outfit was topped off with orange nike high top dunks and an orange belt. my friend had helped me out with the orange stars, mine on the opposite side from harper's.
"y/n, the line is moving!"
i turned my head to harper, being ripped from my thoughts before quickly standing to my feet and moving up in line.
the line moved slow, but it was something.
we still had a long way to go.
-
the line for the meet and greet felt like it was forever, but as we got closer, i felt like no time had passed at all. i could see them every once in a while through the lit cloth between the line and the boys, and my eyes shifted to harper. "dude, we're almost there." i chuckled, trying to keep myself as calm as possible as harper made noises i didn't even know were humanly possible.
"y/n, i don't know what to do or say, i think i might shit myself."
i slammed a hand over harper's mouth and let out a cackle, shaking my head. "shh, say that less loud." i scoffed and before i knew it, harper was next in line.
my hands toyed with the orange belt that helped my jeans hug my hips, my eyes glued in front of me as i watched the three boys.
the three boys i watched at first every once in a while when they appeared on my for you page, but i quickly became a huge supporter of the triplets, and they were somewhat a coping mechanism for me when things were hard.
and now i'm meeting them.
"next!"
i shot harper a smile and tapped her shoulder. "you got it!" i smiled brightly and waved as she approached matt.
i felt a lump develop in my throat. this was bad.
it wasn't a crying lump, but an anxious lump. unfortunately, when i get nervous, i can't help but ramble and yap.
"next!"
no way time flew by that fast. as i approached matt, i swallowed and smiled brightly as i felt like each step that i took was in slow motion.
matt's arms opened and i quickly stepped towards him and hugged him tightly. "hi, matt," i breathed, taking a deep breath as the reality of the situation began to settle.
"what's your name?" he asked softly, picking up his photo and signing it quickly.
"oh, it's y/n," i breathed, the smile on my face so wild you could have probably found me in a horror movie.
"nice to meet you, y/n. i hope we haven't kept you waiting too long?" he questioned, and i quickly shook my head.
"i'm just happy you guys are here," i breathed and smiled brightly at him before my expression fell. "oh my god a picture-" i scrambled to reach and get my phone from my back pocket, opening my camera and lifting it up.
two bright smiles later, matt pulled me into one more hug and smiled brightly, while i wished him luck on the rest of the tour.
i turned to see nick and smiled brightly, pulling him into a deep hug. i always had a theory that nick gave the best hugs of the three. so far, my theory was correct.
"hi, friend!" nick cheered, signing his card and smiling at me. "your star makeup is so cute, your friend had the same thing, no?"
i smiled brightly and nodded, biting my lip. "yeah, she did them for me actually! she's the best." i smiled and pulled out my phone.
"i'm so glad you guys could come." he stated as he wrapped an arm around me and held up a thumbs up in the camera.
i smiled brightly as i pulled away and gave him one last hug. "you guys are amazing. i just thought you should know, i'm proud of you guys. good luck tonight!" i told nick as i pulled from the hug. nick shot me a soft and quick thank you as i was rushed off to the final triplet.
christopher sturniolo.
i felt my entire being crumble the moment i took a few steps forward.
of course, i loved all three of the triplets with everything i had.
but chris.. i related to him in many ways and always found my eyes gravitating to him while watching their videos. he's a silly guy, and it doesn't help that i find him insanely attractive between the three.
"you in there?"
my eyes shot to chris as i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.
i literally just spaced out in front of chris, who waved his hand in front of me to snap me out of my trance.
not to mention i'm decked out in his color.
"hi!" i squeaked, and he pulled me into a hug.
i bit my lip as i hugged him tightly, taking a deep breath.
the hug lasted for a little longer than needed, but i wasn't complaining.
not sure if it's because it's chris or not, but i think nick has some competition for best hug.
"i like your outfit," chris stated softly as he pulled away from the hug. i smiled brightly at him, and i couldn't tell if i was gaslighting myself or if he licked his lips while looking at my orange self.
"thanks, i don't really wear much orange," i stated and i felt my face heat up.
"it's definitely your color more than it is mine. consider wearing it more often?" he asked, writing on the card and pausing before deciding to hand it to me. "wanna take a selfie?"
i nodded quickly and shakily took out my phone and began to raise it, but chris carefully took it from my hands and raised it himself, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders softly.
he took about four photos and handed me the phone back.
after signing the card, taking a little longer than usual, he looked me up and down one more time.
we stood there for a few moments, simply looking at each other and i noticed my friend waving at me from behind chris, about ten feet away.
"you're gonna do great tonight," i quickly said to him, and he simply smiled at me and nodded, running his fingers through his hair to adjust his bangs.
holy fuck, this guy isn't real.
"i'll do great because you came. thanks for coming." he stated softly, and brought me into a tight hug.
i bit my lip hard as i hugged him back, taking in a deep breath.
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the night went incredibly well. the show was enjoyable with the games they all played, and i told harper about the interaction i had with chris.
harper was in the shower. i had just gotten out, my pajama pants and small black tshirt hugging my body perfectly as i laid against my bed in the hotel.
i turned to the postcards, smiling brightly as i took them into my hands and admired them. i turned them in the light to look at the layered marker, holding them towards the lamp. as i got to chris's, i noticed some writing on the back through the light and my heart jumped out of my chest.
i threw myself up off the mattress and flipped the postcard over, feeling my heartrate pick up at the phone number written against the back.
"dude, the shampoo in there is awesome. you weren't kidding." harper stated as she dried her hair in a towel as she sat in front of me, also in her pajamas. "you okay?"
i looked at her and slowly held up the card, pointing at the number.
"holy fuck, is that..?" harper trailed off, and i bit my lip.
"oh my god, i need to call it." i stated as i searched for my phone under the comforter, quickly retrieving it and dialing the number.
i put my phone on speaker as i looked at harper, my leg bouncing anxiously.
"hello?"
my heart sank.
"h- hello?"
i mentally cursed at myself for stuttering.
"who is this?"
"uhh, it's y/n, i found this number on the back of my postcard-" i was quickly cut off.
"y/n!" he cheered. "it's chris."
"are you fucking for real?" i whispered, biting my lip.
"yes ma'am." he chuckled, and i shook my head. there's no way this is fucking happening right now.
"i know it's late and you guys probably have jet lag, so i'm sorry, but i just found it-"
"it's fine, really, i was running fortnite with matt." he stated quickly, cutting me off.
i snorted. it made sense.
"well, get a victory royale ok?"
"for you, i will. save my number, i'll text you." chris stated, and i looked at harper who was in utter shock.
"right, yeah i will." i stated quickly, and hung up afterwards.
silence overcame harper and i before i bit my lip and we both screamed at the top of our lungs at the same time.
there was no way this was real.
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my eyes were beginning to shut as the video of the triplets from a few weeks ago seemed to be watching me.
i turned to harper, who had fallen asleep a little while ago and blinked a few times when my phone vibrated and chris's name appeared on my screen.
a bright smile took over my face as i began texting him, and my night was made even more. somehow.
#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo fluff#sturniolo texts#chris sturniolo texts#chris x reader#chris sturniolo x you#requestsđ€
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Predestined (pt.2) | cl16
Summary: Where you have had mixed feelings for years with your brother's best friend... And finally those feelings see the light.
Warning: some swearing, aggressive mother, mentions of physical assault towards y/n (not Charles), fluff as usual and Charles being a sweetheart like always.
a/n: here we have part 2!! Let me know if you like it and if you want another part of this!!
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ynusername pookie and i against the world 4eva and eva!!đ§žđâš and yupp, i like to put cute pink bows on his clothes it makes him look so adorable đ„șđ
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user1 hm... THE SECOND PIC đđ«Ł girl can you explain??!?
georgerussell63 I never thought I would see Charles' pen*s with a pink bow on Instagram, but here we are
ynusername In fact đâđ» It's not his pen*s, it's his pants with a cute pink bow đ I think carmenmmundt should try that on you tbh, just saying đđ
carmenmmundt omw đ«Ą
yourbff a cat mug i see there
ynusername i love cats and i'm now a cat mama, you know the drill
yourbff I'm sorry... A cat mom you said!?!?!?!? đ
ynusername surpriseâŒïžâŒïžâšâšâš
lucayln stop being so horny with my best friend, thank you
ynusername nope đ we're here to stay horny 24/7 sir
charles_leclerc only if we could stay horny 24/7 hours a day đ© that would be a blast
user2 CHARLES????? đ«Łđđđ
user3 Charles has bde?
ynusername maybe đđ„°
charles_leclerc i love you pookie đ„°đ that pink bow looked good the whole day in my pants đ
ynusername i love you too much much kisses for my boyđ đđ you looked so coquette and cute babyyy đ„șđđ
ynusername I TOLD YOUâŒïžâŒïž georgerussell63
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charles_leclerc my little girl always wants hugs on my lap 'cause she says it feels warm theređ€ by the way, let's welcome minnie leclerc to the family đđ«¶đ»
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landonorris congrats bro đ«
charles_leclerc thanks bro đ€đ» I appreciate it
user4 omg they're so cute and adorable đ„șđ„ș
user5 they scream old money/cuteness couple and I'm here for itđ„șđ
lucayln excuse me? That second pic it's not appropriateâŒïžâŒïž
ynusername it's just my back dumbass đđ how annoying you are
charles_leclerc why not? She so looks cute reading đ„°đ„°
lucayln and why "minnie leclerc", you guys are not married.
ynusername shh đ€«đ
user1 he's so lovey dovey with yn đ„șđ„ș we love to see a happy Charles đ«¶đ»
user6 oh good minnie leclerc đ„șđ„ș that's so sweet and adorable
arthur_leclerc I thought you were more of a dog person... đ€
charles_leclerc yeah... people change bro
ynusername i'm the changee đđđ
maxverstappen1 so Jimmy and Sassy now have a little playmate
ynusername yup sir
ynusername so... you say i'm your little girl? đ„șđ„șđ
charles_leclerc yes baby, you are my little girl... such a princess, so pretty đ„čđ„č it's the two of us against everyone, kay? đđ
âA cat? Did you seriously adopted a cat?â Your mother asked when she saw you with little minnie in your arms.
You nodded and smiled. âYep! Well, Charles and I thought about moving together to his place and taking care of...â You didn't even finish talking because your mother slammed the table, making you flinch.
âIt's incredible that you are so childish... Moving in together? Please, you are just studying in uni and he is traveling around the world, that shit only happens in fairy tales and movies y/n.â your mother said in a sarcastic voice.
Things with Charles are going very well, quite well, you have been together for almost four months and everything has been wonderful, the distance has not been an impediment for you... Although your mother, who at first were very happy for the two of you, lately she don't agree with the idea of you moving in with Charles, the trust between the two of you is already there for years and it's silly that she don't like their relationship now just because he constantly travels to the races.
âBut mom... I love him very much and he loves me! I don't understand what the problem is with us moving in together.â You whispered while petting minnie and that apparently made her even angrier.
âYou are very innocent and stupid! Do you really think he's not going to get someone better than you? Please, if you don't even have experience in couples or dating stuff.â she said and you felt your heart break little by little. âYou're not even pretty enough to be with someone like him, please, there are more prettier girls out there than you.â
Your mother has always had a facade in front of everyone, that facade of "I have the perfect family", but not everything is like that. Luca is applauded and glorified for having decided to be a driver, while she humiliate you because you didn't want to study economics, that never really caught your attention, so you decided to study literature and appreciate life from a more poetic point of view if you could say that. For your mother you were always the black sheep of the family, the disappointment and the dreamy girl, always imagining impossible things.
âI'm not... I'm not stupid.â you whispered timidly. âI... I don't understand... I just...â You whispered again, feeling like you were losing your voice in the process.
âAnd there you are again, babbling, like a babyâ She said approaching you as if you were a prey. âAnd what will you do? Call your prince charming to save you? You know that's a bullshit.â
And sooner than expected, a punch hit your face, and then another and another, minnie began to meow and climb your leg while you did your best to stay upright. You had never seen your mother be so aggressive with you, never, she only hit you a few times but when you were younger and you didn't want to do chores, but this? It was already another level, it was like she was letting out all the frustration she feels with you. And the worst thing about it? It's just that not even your father or Luca were at home to defend you from her.
You tried to talk while you whimper. âPlease... stop hurting me.â you begged, but she didn't stop, so with the little strength and endurance you had left you let go. âStop fucking hurting me, I'm not your damned personal punch bag!â You screamed at her with the guts you never thought you had inside of you and then you ran with minnie in your arms to your bedroom and locked the door.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, with blurred vision you collected some essential things in a bag, the decision was made, you were going to move in with Charles whether she likes it or not. With trembling hands you took your cell phone and you dialed Charles's number.
âBabe? Is everything okay?â he spoke on the other line and a sob left your lips. âHoney, why are you crying?â
âBubba, could you... Could you... Could you look for me and minnie at home, please? I do not want to be here.â you said in a small whisper.
âIt's okay honey, did something happen with your mom?â he said in a calm voice. âI'll put you on speakerphone, I'm with Luca, okay?â
You sigh. âMom... she almost... hit.â you said with a broken voice and that was enough for them to understand.
âDon't worry bubbles, we're on our way. I'll deal with her.â You heard Luca say as he took Charles' cell phone.
You hung up and sighed, you didn't want to look in the mirror, you probably had something broken in your face, or a broken bone in your nose, a bleeding nose or something like that. You also collected minnie's things and some of your plushies, you were still a young woman with a little girl's soul.
***
The ride to Charles's ânow your, apartment was a bit difficult, after the encounter between your mother and Luca, he yelled at her while she pretended to be innocent, she had never been like that to you. While Luca confronted your mother, Charles helped you collect more of your things and put them in suitcases, there were also some things left but they were not so necessary.
When you went up the elevator to the apartment you felt a sensation of perhaps peace and calm... You don't know how to decipher it exactly, but it's like a kind of release and maybe a new beginning.
âWelcome home princess.â Charles said with his soft voice opening the door to the apartment, it was a fairly spacious and minimalist place, you didn't remember it like that since a year ago you and Luca spent a lot of time here in the afternoons doing anything silly the three of you, like the old times.
It had windows that illuminated the space, a lot of F1 memorabilia, trophies and family photos and of the three of you as children. It felt cozy, maybe it was the sunlight coming through the window, the presence of minnie nestled in your arms, or the presence of Charles himself, but it felt like a cozy and comfy space where you will not be judged. You left Minnie on the floor and she began to walk around the place with big eyes.
âCharles... I do not know how...â you said between babbling and he just smiled softly.
âYou don't have to thank me or anything chĂ©rie. It is the least I can do for you.â he kissed the tip of your nose softly. âWhat do you think we go to heal that ugly bump, you can change into comfy clothes and then we take care of unpacking, okay?â He asked and you nodded, he guided you through the apartment until you both reached the room, which will be your room.
He started looking for some things to heal the wounds left by your mother's punches, you sat on the bed and he began to heal your wounds with some alcohol and ointments, he healed your wounds with such care and delicacy.
âOuch... By chance do I have a broken nose or something like that?â you asked.
He denied several times. âNope darling, just a couple of hits that now turn a little bit purple... But it will heal soon love, don't worry.â He whispered and looked for a band-aid to put on the bumps. âFor now we will put this nice and cute pink band-aid on and that is enough!â He whispered again and gave you a kiss on the nose.
âThank you Charlieâ you whispered shyly and he smiled softly.
âIt's nothing honey, now why don't you get comfortable and take a shower?â He said softly as he gave you a hug and caressed your back.
âOkay babe.â you say softly and separate yourself from his embrace to go to the bathroom and take a shower... which is necessary after all that emotional and physical exhaustion on the part of your mother.
When you entered the bathroom you let everything flow; the emotions, the frustration and also the peace that not being there again gives you... Now being with Charles in his apartment was a change that was going to happen sooner or later for whatever reasons, what happened with your mother today was the time bomb that was needed to explode to finally make that decision.
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âHey, there you are, sweet candy!â Charles said with a soft voice and a smile on his face when he saw you enter the living room in sweatpants and one of his big t-shirts, apparently he had already arranged Minnie's things in the living room... To be honest it looked like a small playground with all the cat toys and cat trees scattered around, but you didn't care at all, it gave the place some personality. âI made you some tea! Maybe it will help you calm down, It's a red fruit tea, it's delicious!â He said and you couldn't help but let out a shy giggle as you blushed a little, he had these little gestures towards you that made your heart bigger little by little.
You smiled a little. âHave you already tried it charlie bear?â you asked while giggling.
âWell... Yes, I made some for myself too! It's very good, and I don't know, it reminded me of you.â he giggled. âRemember that time we went to the cat cafe and you found out they had tea?â
You nodded with a smile. âYeah... That's where we tried this tea and we discovered that we wanted a cat.â You took a small sip trying not to burn yourself and you felt the heat of the liquid expand inside your body. âThe difference is that the one in that cafe was not that hot.â you said looking at him with a serious face and he muttered a "sorry ma chĂ©rie" while smiling (my darling). âAnd the other thing is that... That tea might have had a little cat hair, but we'll ignore that.â You said and he laughed, you also laughed along with him as Minnie approached you to climb onto your lap.
Both of you continued sipping your teas while talking about anything, with Charles you could talk about any topic at all and you were never going to get bored, there was always something interesting to talk about. Suddenly he cleared his throat, assuming that here comes the important question of the day.
âHoney bear... What happened with your mother today?â he asked in a sweet voice.
You sighed heavily. âWell... She just asked me if we had actually adopted Minnie and then I told her that we wanted to move in together and well... She exploded, I guess, maybe she had a lot of anger built up towards me and well, it was her time to explode.â you said ironically. âBut hey, I guess that's life after all, right?â You whispered and shrugged.
He remained silent listening to you until he then spoke. âOh honey... She shouldn't have reacted that way and, if you look at it, it was a harmless thing, you were just making a comment.â He whispered as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and brought you closer to his body.
âI know but... She just got angry and well, she had never hit me before.â You whispered against his chest. âAnd she also said things about... About us.â
He frowned worriedly. âWhat kind of things did she say amore?â he asked.
âWell, she said... She said I'm not pretty enough to be with you.â You paused briefly. âAnd that you wouldn't hesitate to get someone else and... She made me feel really bad about myself, you know?â you whispered and he held you even closer.
He snapped his tongue. âYou do know she's wrong, right?â He asked and you nodded. âPerfect then... Because I want you to know that you are the most beautiful girl, okay? It doesn't matter if I repeat it to you every day or how many times, I just want you to know it.â He said and gave you a kiss on the cheek, then one on the tip of your nose, then another on your jaw and so on.
You gave a small giggle. âCharlie stopâ you giggled again. âyour stubble gives me tickles!â You say, breathless from laughing so much. âOkay no problem. I don't mind you telling me I'm pretty all the time, I actually appreciate it.â
He smiled when he heard your words and gave you several kisses on your lips, you felt your heart flutter at his sweet and cute action towards you, you let out a few giggles. You two smiled in the middle of the kiss, it was something so genuine and precious that it was practically impossible to describe. Minnie meowed into your lap and you moved a little away from Charles with a smile on your face.
âApparently someone wants some attention.â you said smiling and he giggled. âI think we should share our love, don't you think?â you said giggling and he nodded.
âBut of course, the little one in the house requires a lot of attention.â He said teasing you a little bit.
You acted offended. âI thought I was the little one in the house!â You put a hand on your chest. âI'm just kidding love, obviously Minnie is the little one here.â
He nodded as he stroked Minnie's fur. âYou both are, you are my princesses.â He said and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you blush.
Maybe not everything is perfect or rosy all the time, maybe the problems with your mother will not be solved overnight, but with him and minnie, in some way, it's enough for you and it's going to be okay in the long run.
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lucayln i'm just joking bubbles! I'm glad you're okay and safe
yourbff When can I meet my niece? đ„ș
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yourbff wdym "our"âïžâïžâïž
ynusername hehe đđâđ»
charles_leclerc i love you babes, you make me so so happy and fluffy inside đ„șđ„șđ
ynusername oh my babyyyyyy đ„șđ„șđ„ș, you make me happy too, thank you so much for giving me your unconditionally love đđ and minnie says she loves you too (she said "meow" but you get it)
charles_leclerc i get it baby, don't worry đ you're the cutest girl ever đđđ„ș
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short but chaotic Nimona headcanons
One time the boys were going through their baby pictures and laughing
And Nimona let it slip that she doesnât have any baby pictures cause she was never a babyÂ
The boys being dramatic sappy dorks plan a whole day where they take stupid family photosÂ
And Bal being the most dramatic sentimental dork of all even goes as far as photoshopping Nimona into some of their old photosÂ
These photos were just supposed to be a cute little inside joke that they framed in their living room they never expected anyone to see them
But as time goes on and they make more friends people see those photos and draw their own conclusionsÂ
And maybe Bal is incredible with Photoshop or maybe no one in the kingdom has critical thinking skills because people start to believe Bal and Ambrosius raised Nimona
There is a tw*tter thread of them commending Bal and Ambrosius for training to be knights and saving the day all while raising a child
Someone was talking to Nimona and congratulated her on being so brave
And Nimona was like âOh you mean the battle with the director?â the person goes "Well yeah that too but I was also talking about your parent's split divorce can be so messy"
Most people know this is just a long drawn out joke that the trio doesnât have the willpower to debunk
And some people are out here defending this story posting shit like âNo a friend of a friend was at the institute at the same time and saw them with NimonaâÂ
The trio thinks it's fucking hilarious so they never bother to comment on it
In fact they didn't correct anyone until Nimona told the real story of Glorethâs âMonsterâ
And they were really dragging their feet on telling people not because they were afraid of the backlash but because they knew the teen parent stories would stopÂ
Everyone is fully convinced that Ambrosius is the best secret keeper of all timeÂ
Heâs fucking notÂ
Heâs a gossipy little bitch but the people who he gossips with are the real vaultsÂ
Whenever he wants to gossip he'll talk to Nimona
And Nimona always drops his gossip onto Bal because he knows Bal will tell Ambrosius Â
Bal usually doesnât gossip but if Ambrosius asks him âWhatâs on your mind love?â more than once heâs an open bookÂ
But the gossip never leaves their little trio no matter whatÂ
Whenever the trio gets bored like on errand days or long car rides theyâll play a little gameÂ
Basically they compare people they know to random objects or animalsÂ
And they win depending on how accurate the object is or if it makes the other two laugh
Some of the accurate wins were Ambrosius pointing at a wet cat and commenting that it reminded him of Bal, Bal pointing at dog shit and saying âLook itâs Toddâ, and Nimona asking âWhen did the director come back to life?â while pointing at flaming garbageÂ
And then there are the other answers like when Bal pointed at the air and said âMomâ Ambrosius just turns to him and goes âBal you didnât know your momâ and he just goes âYeah thatâs what she looks like in my mindâÂ
Or Ambrosius pointed at a cemetery and exclaimed âMom!â And Bal goes âLove your Moms aliveâ and all he says is âShh Bal let me manifestâÂ
#nimona 2023#nimona movie#nimona headcanon#nimona#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#goldenheart#i love when the trio is chaotic#they're little weirdos#I don't know why people insist on acting like they're cool#they're also little shits#Bal hates Todd#No one likes Todd#me and my homies all hate Todd#screw his little âredemption arcâ
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Hurting
Anakin x Wife Reader
Summary: watching the life drain from the one you love hurts the most
Warning: reader death
Yn/3rd person pov
I sat on the porch watching as the suns began to set, the sky was filled with different hues of blue and yellow I could never get bored of this.
I let out a relaxed breath as I stood up to continue my afternoon routine making sure that the house was clean and a portion of food in the fridge incase anakin decides to come home.
But most of the time I just end up eating it for breakfast the next morning I stopped at one of the framed photos I had of us smiling lightly as I traced my finger up and down the frame.
It was the day we got married on naboo on the hillside, "goodnight my love" I whispered before making my way to get ready for bed.
As I put on my silk nightie I heard the sound of a nearing ship, I quickly grabbed my blaster that was on my night stand and hid by the door peaking at the front door.
I was always taught to be cautious, my breathing quickened as I heard a pair of footsteps comics to the door, I aimed my blaster toward the door and held my breath intill I heard it.
The rustling of keys and the door being unlocked, the door opened revealing a tired anakin, I threw the blaster to the floor before rushing into his arms.
"I missed you" I squealed as I hugged him tightly "I missed you too" he murmured softly and kissed my forehead.
My body shivered when I pulled away "how long are you staying" I asked and slowly urged him to the kitchen table.
He gave me a side smile before telling me "a month or two" my jaw dropped "really" I squealed, my heart beating in excitement he hasn't stayed that long in years.
he pulled me in and kissed me passionately "i fully get to spoil my girl" he grinned against my lips and grabbed my hips and hoisted me up making me wrap my legs around him and carried me to our bedroom "time for some long awaited fucking"
-Time skip-
I slowly flattered my eyes open as I stretched my limbs out expecting to come in contact with a warm body but nothing "ani" I called out worryingly and moved to get out of bed in till i saw a small note on my bedside table.
"My love, I've quickly ran to town to get somethings to make you breakfast ill be back soon" i smiled and grabbed my robe that was next to the bed to cover myself as i got up.
I wondered through the house which seemed brighter and more lively since anakin had returned, i stared out our glass door, leaning up against the wall thinking about all the things we could do.
"shh" i straightened up as i heard a clutter from outside "you shh you shit head" an unfamiliar voice said, i quickly hid by the counter grabbing the blaster that was on the counter.
"your the one that wanted to rob this stupid place" there was 6 of them outside i peaked around the corner to see my bag with my intercom.
i took a deep breath and dashed for it, grabbing it and tearing through it to find the radio "ani" i whispered pushing myself back against the island "ani i need you".
"Is something wrong" i cringed at the loudness of the speaker "someone is trying to br-" I froze as i heard them shatter glass "I think I heard someone boss" one of them spoke gruffly "fan out and find them" my breathing started to quicken as i moved to get to safety.
"Ani hurry please" I begged into the radio and screamed as I was grabbed by my leg and dragged out into the open and wacked the blaster out my hands "looky looky" i tried kicking to get away but one of the others came and held me down.
"Are you alone" the one holding me down "like you every night" i spat in his face, he growled and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled making me scream out in pain.
He pulled out a blaster and held it against my temple "maybe this will help" he muttered "is there anyone else here" he asked again, i bit my lip and shook my head.
He grinned widely "good girl" my insides turned in disgust as those words left his lips "boss" one of his accomplices ran into the room scared "what" "someones coming" the boss growled and pulled me with him as he looked out the window.
"Well looks like you'll have a purpose after all" he growled and pulled me against him with his blaster to my head as he moved us to the hallway in front of the door.
Anakin burst through the door with his light saber drawn his face frantic as he saw me "let her go" anakin growled his eyes never leaving my capturers blaster.
"I don't think so jedi" the mans grip tightened around me, then like a flash anakin went for the thieves and i stomped on the guys foot to get him to let me go.
"Yn here" anakin threw me a blaster which i used to shoot one of them in the head before getting tackled to the wall, "fuck you" i scream and head butted him him causing him to fall.
I shot him twice "fuck" i turned to anakin as i heard him yell in pain, my eyes widening as i see him holding his sides as he was surrounded by 2 of them.
I ran at them and shot one in the stomach and grabbed the other by the arm and twisting my body and using the force of it to send him to the floor "you ok" i asked ani hurriedly he nodded with pain his eyes slowly dragging from me to something behind me.
His face twisted to fear and as if in slow motion he tried reaching out for me but it was too late, my eyes widen as i felt something pierce my stomach, I watched as he threw he light saber to kill the person behind me "no" anakin screamed caught me as i fell.
I cried out in pain "stay with me" anakin muttered as his eyes started to water as he cradled me "a-ani" i stuttered my breathing started to sub side "you better stay with me" he cried.
His tears sliding down his face, I slowly reached up with the last of my strengthen wiping a few of them away "please" he begged and held my hand against his face kissing it softly.
"I-I l-love you a-ani" i coughed and groaned out as i tasted iron in my mouth "no no no" he muttered and pulled my dying body tightly against his but i could feel myself fading.
"Stay with me pleas-"
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(toxic if u squint)upperclassman!jordan is fr so mean like.. using their seniority against you.. acting like they're doing you a favor by putting up with you even thougj they're looney in the toon obsessed w you.. makin you sit in their lap at parties, nestling their thigh between your legs n bouncing their leg against you.. nails digging into your waist as you chat all cheery w a guy obviously flirting with you. pullibg you into the nearest room, makin you lift up your little skirt, pull down your panties. make you show them how wet you are for them.
cooing when you spread your puffy lips, their index finger dipping into the slick dripping from ur tight little hole :( "look at you, fuckin' soaked." soft slaps on your swollen clit, scoffing when you whine out "jordan.."
making you tell them you're all theirs :( "who does this little princess cunt belong to, hm?" and ur tearing up bc they're so cruel :( whining out "yours, daddy. please." and they're so petty.. slapping your lil cunt with a "that piece of shit out there wouldn't fuckin' know that."
n idkk man maybe if you're lucky they'll fuck you but they're pretty angry đ think you've been pretty bad đ might let you cum if you do a really good job makin it up to them...
-đŠžââïž keep forgetting to do my silly willy emoji ill get there eventually
WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY -
jealous jordan is something that can be so personal - you really hadn't meant to smile at the other guy like that - but maybe there's something to be said about how fucking wet you are at the treatment you're getting because of it. some unconscious part of you that acts out just so you'll have jordans attention on you like this.
that's how you find yourself upstairs - in the hosts fucking master bedroom - because of course the host of this party was the one who tried to flirt with you - getting fucked on their bed. leg hooked over one shoulder, the other spread out at a wide angle, moaning in ecstasy as you writhe. begging for it harder.
and jordan gives it to you - one hand wrapped around your throat as they do. that's the picture you make together when the door opens, and the owner of the bedroom steps in, mouth immediately dropping.
this, of course, was jordans plan all along. they let the guy soak in the image for a little, your legs in the air - your little hands clutching onto the corded muscle of jordans arm, not to remove their hand from around your throat, but to hold it there, like its an anchor and without it you'd just float away.
then jordan snaps, "fucking fuck off." and the sheer venom behind the words is enough to have the guy scrambling to obey - intimidated out of his own bedroom. no one fucks with jordan li.
you hadn't even been made aware of the whole ordeal, eyes hazy nd mouth dripping drool, but the sound of their harsh tone brings you back a little - has you blinking doe eyes up at them.
"d-daddy? what was-"
"nothing, baby." jordan quiets you with a kiss, chain brushing the valley between your shaking tits as they lean down over you, "is daddy's dick making you feel good?"
"y - yes!"
"gonna smile at other men?"
"no daddy, never! never again! m'sorry. please-"
"shh, i believe you." they glance at the closed door again and wonder if that guy is standing on the other side with his ear pressed against it. kinda hopes he is. "but you're gonna prove it t'me by making a mess all over this fucking bed."
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To Dust You Shall Return: Phantom/Secret
Why is there not more of this? She's basically canonically a halfa.
(I know the answer is because Young Justice is vastly underappreciated. Shh.)
Some notes on Greta Hayes | Secret as a halfa.Â
Based on her described power set, she is absolutely a halfa and would fit right in to Danny Phantom without any real adjustment.Â
Given the specific variety and format of her powers, she is a halfa almost exactly as OP as Danny.Â
The only part of her story that doesn't fit the 'halfa' thing is the simplicity of her death. There doesn't seem to be a portal involved in her death, and Danny doesn't appear to be a psychopomp. That's fairly easy to fix: the tape deck that Billy | Harm used to kill her was chanting a summoning spell / portal opening spell. It's clear that she and / or Billy had some magical ability before their respective deaths, so that might have affected things as well.
Alternatively, Greta was mostly just an extremely powerful ghost until Darkseid (Side note: the fact that Greta called Darkseid Doug Side [and he let her] is not played up nearly enough) returned her to life, at which point she becomes a halfa or maybe some other flavor of undead since she doesn't seem to have access to her powers anymore.
If she is a full halfa and possibly just as a ghost- Greta has a Smoke Core. Also, I like the idea that, like Danny, she has Ancient potential from the beginning. She can literally be the Ancient of Secrets, which would neatly explain both her Core (Smoke and Mirrors) and The Abyss. On the other hand, The Abyss can just be the jacked up version of Danny storing shit in his chest.Â
Her Obsession would be her greatest weakness because Greta is basically obsessed with Normality / Life. I like the idea that Obsession loss- Secret starting to give up on the idea of Normality helped lead to her insane jealousy over Robin. She briefly fixated on him from an Obsession point of view- the secondary obsession (which could also fit into the larger obsession- CompAllo) helped shore her up. Also, I generally see Tim as a late-bloomer in the whole Romance thing. He does stuff more because it's expected of him not because he actually feels things. I am also heaadcanoning him as on the younger end of the Young Justice group. I don't know if I'll put Secret on the higher end, but even so, girl puberty generally starts before boy puberty.
Also, Tim is very much a product of CompHet 90s masculinity, honestly as bad as Kon. So he did not grow up reading romances, he did not watch romcoms, etc. Greta did. So she takes it as a love declaration, but Tim was thinking more of emotional support / backup. He meant it; he was sincere, but he doesn't really understand overpromising (he never will). It's part of his problem with Spoiler, too and Jack Drake. Tim's emotional priority is Batman Gotham. In the words of Eliot Spencer "You can't make that promise to more than one person."
I really like the idea that Greta is a halfa and the one Secret eluding her is transforming on her own. First, she can't find the secret to being human, then she can't find the secret to being a ghost. Given Doug Side's involvement, I expect her transformation is paradoxical, something like the moment she stops wanting to be alive she can be returned to life or the moment she stops wanting powers she can be a ghost again? No, that doesn't seem to fit.
Something about the Anti-Life equation though. And she is a psychopomp, she is a portal? The anti-life equation incites a death wish in people right? Or a wish to cause death? Harm may have been an early devotee of the Anti-Life equation, which means it could have been involved in Secret's death. Why did Secret make a good sacrifice for Buzz / for the Anti-Life equation? Was she already a paradox? Someone filled to the brim with vitality, but with a dark / death-seeking place inside them? Or was it about potential? The most life converted to death? Something like that.Â
Regardlesss, I really really want to write something with Greta and Danny. Do I want to write them together? I mean, that feels cutesy and too perfect and Mary Sue-ish, but honestly it would be reasonably true to both their characters. Maybe this could be college shenanigans.
Actually, I really like the idea that Greta's 'secret' nature means that her ectoplasm is completely undetectable if she's not in Ghost form. So Danny has no clue that she was ever Secret, was ever a ghost, and they're dating.
At some point Danny comes clean about he was to Greta and she blows up, something on the order of "NO! NO! NO! I GOT AWAY FROM DEATH. IT CAN'T HOLD ME ANYMORE. I WAS FREE!" I think the key word there is 'was'. Her emotional distress forces her back into her ghost form. At which point, she, somewhat understandably, blames Danny and attacks him, "YOU DID THIS TO ME! TURN ME BACK! LET ME GOOOOOO!"
Danny had absolutely no idea that Greta was a halfa before she transformed, and is confused by her apparently out of nowhere halfa transformation, especially the bit where he couldn't sense her until she transformed. He can sense Dan, Ellie, and Vlad. And even Val and Jazz and Sam and Tucker (high level liminals). Also, she's really strong. Like really strong. Like, if she actually knew how to fight other ghosts at all, she'd probably be the most dangerous person he'd faced since [either Pariah Dark or one of the Ancients]. She's only used to fighting the living though and she's busy having a mental breakdown, oh, and there's the bit where Danny is King. So, he's able to soup her and take her to Frostbite, since he's really worried about her. [Also, ship name is now Dry Ice]. Absolutely going for Ghost Emote Communication, so the entire time, Danny is apologizing to her in Ghost.Â
Shit. I was thinking about playing this for laughs, but now I've accidentally had Danny repeat one of her major traumas. Fuck. Okay, There will be lots of Greta learning about her biology- not her powers, she knows how to use those, she just needs to figure out how to transform. She will not figure it out immediately, but Danny is able to help her transform back by transforming with her. (Very shoujo, I know, whatever, she's a 90's character and by making her a halfa I gave her a magical girl transformation. Also, ectoplasm follows Green lantern rules, so when she first masters transforming on her own, Greta absolutely has a Sailor Moon style transformation sequence, though she gets to skip the pose at the end, and her halfa outfit is always her Young Justice character design.)
Actually, I really like the idea that- while this is a forced to remain in contact scenario- Danny leaves everything for Greta to choose. Also, while he didn't tell the specifics until the start of this story, she did know he wasn't standard human. He was open about that, just not that he was dead instead of meta. When she first transforms out of anger she goes straight to Secret's outfit. The first time she means to transform from human to ghost, she appears "in the outfit she died in". Greta died in the bath, so she's naked. Danny immediately closes his eyes (despite having seen her naked while they were dating- I don't know that they actually had sex- that might have been skinny dipping or an "almost" or just a changing situation [Anita has no body modesty; I suspect this rubbed off on the rest of YJ after they knew Tim's identity].) and talks her through how to change her outfit as a ghost.
At first, her transformations happen due to extreme emotional distress. She's always furious when she finds Danny to help her transform back. She manages to stay out of sight- she's good at stealth, but she hasn't figured out invisibility. Danny earns back a little bit of goodwill by teaching her to go invisible immediately. Especially because Danny does not treat her as stupid for not knowing. He keeps up a running commentary about all the trouble he had when he first encountered his powers and how shit a teacher he is. (This is actually true.) It also helps that he treats invisibility as a basic safety precaution rather than a 'cool power'. So, for future transforms, if she transforms, she immediately goes invisible.
She also appreciates (once she notices) that Danny stopped assuming she was his girlfriend as soon as the fight happened, but did not stop being available for emotional support. She also appreciates that he's never asked about her death. [She didn't get the cultural stuff any more than he did. She doesn't know that asking is severely taboo in ghost culture.] Danny, for his part, desperately wants to give her the culture stuff he didn't get, particularly the stuff that caused him so much trouble, but has noticed Secret's particular aversion to discussing her powers or ghostliness. Jazz or maybe someone else warns him to let Greta set the pace, and he takes the advice.Â
Things start to turn around when a Young Justice fight- ooh, no, better. Cissie is taken hostage / kidnapped by a particularly crazed fan. This has happened before. I think her identity is public (need to check), so normally this is solved by Cissie shouting for Kon. Or better, she shouts for Cassie whose identity is also public, but usually Kon shows up. They set this up specifically- lots of people think to shout for Superboy; no one shouts for the Wonders; they're not known to have superhearing.
Except this time: the core four are in space. All of Young Justice is still in a group chat, so Cissie knows shouting won't do her any good and Greta knows that Kon and the rest can't help Cissie when she sees the breaking news alert. She has contact info for the Justice League, but her justified experience as a member of Young Justice is that the Justice League will not listen to them and can not be counted on. She makes a mental note to bug [Red] Robin into giving her the information for the Titans and the Outlaws. Then she hunts Danny down in their human forms so he can switch them to ghost and she can go save Cissie.
She isn't the only Young Justice reservist who shows up. Anita can teleport. Also, Danny follows her, but when he sees Secret and Empress flawlessly fall into fighting together, he wisely decides to stay well out of it, except at one point he turns Cissie intangible to prevent the crazed fan hurting her. Cissie and Anita assume Secret did it (No they don't, but they aren't going to press Greta about it. Headcanon: Young Justice rules of order state that the person gets three strikes or until it reaches WTF level before there's an intervention to demand an explanation. There are levels to acting on a Young Justice league WTF by the way. Level 1) Bart is told. Level 2) Tim is told Level 3) Cassie is told Nuclear option: Tell Kon and ask him to keep it from Tim and Cassie.)Â
Once Cissie is free, Anita and Cissie's main concern is figuring out if Secret is dead again. They're really upset about that idea which makes her happy. She assures them it's only sorta and tells them she can change back. She ducks out of sight. Danny helps her change back without a word- he can manage invisibility in human form, but mostly just stays hidden. Cissie and Anita are desperately happy Greta's not dead, but also concerned. They know Greta wasn't really interested in her powers. All she wanted was to be normal.
Greta assures Cissie that Cissie's safety is worth more than Greta's normality. Anita's a little tactless about it, but that's Anita. Greta and Cissie get it; Anita loves heroing and wants to get back to it full time. Anita heads home. Greta ducks back into hiding so Danny can help her transform back, then carries Cissie to the police station. Cissie lies and says she was saved by Superboy and Empress, but they had to rush off to some other disaster. Greta and Danny fly back to campus and Greta quietly and more than a little grudgingly- she doesn't want to forgive him yet- thanks him for helping her save Cissie. She also thanks him for staying out of the way. Danny admits a little about his own vigilante past and they fly back in silence.Â
Sometime after Greta has started to figure out transforming on her own, someone on the campus dies. Greta feels the pull towards her duties as psychopomp. When she gets there, Danny is also there, pulled by something he doesn't know to the spot. Greta starts to do the psychopomp thing, but something about her appearance specifically sets the soul off. She sighs and tells Danny to try. Danny does not know what she's talking about.
Uno Reverse Card. Greta hadn't known they were halfas; Danny hadn't known they were psychopomps. He freaks out- less violently- but otherwise a lot like hers. Danny is surprised he's never had to do it before. Much later, they find out he actually has. Greta is a psychopomp for those who will move on, Danny for those who will remain. She is Mercy and Judgement and the End. He is Compassion and Memory and the Beginning. Some souls, like the one on the campus, are undecided, so they both get pulled to them. They don't meet everybody who dies, just those who need a little help.
Also, like with Kathy, sometimes they can lead the person back to Life instead of to Death and the Afterlife. When Greta does this, the result is no more than a little liminal. When Danny does it, it makes undead of some sort or another, or at the very least, high level liminals. This is due to the excess of ectoplasm in Danny and the difference in their roles as Psychopomps- she's Death / The Abyss, he's Afterlife / The Infinite Realms. Or, in their role as dualities, She's Life or else Death he's Life and Death.
I may end up altering their uniforms so she has a â» and he has a ⧠as part of their costumes (Logic symbols: Either Or for her, And for him). Possibly on capes. Maybe capes which only appear when they're being formal. This amuses me immensely, because I'm a dork. Also, I'm adding notes: On his cape, the shape is basically made out of galaxy- matching the representation of the milky way. On hers, it's curls of smoke and / or whitewater. (Because I will absolutely reference Abhorsen whenever I can. Always. Continuously.)Â
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You Never Can Tell
This fic is inspired by my Sims Harringrove family, and is a celebration of my 1000 follower count (now itâs more than 1000 but shh act like I had this ready on time.) Omegaverse with Mpreg (With a Twist), Omega Steve and Alpha Billy, SUPER FLUFFY. Also on AO3 here.
Steve didnât believe he was really going to do this. As if to punctuate the thought, the baby kicked in his stomach, and he instinctively covered his stomach with his hand.
Hargrove couldnât meet his eye, silently adding a new pillowcase to one of his pillows, but his eyes darted to Steveâs stomach. Heâd been trying not to stare, which Steve appreciated, but some things couldnât be helped.
âThanks for doing this,â Steve said, trying to keep his voice steady while the baby kicked the shit out of his ribs.
âDonât mention it,â Billy said gruffly, tossing the pillow onto the thin mattress, âLeast I can do.â
That wasnât true. Billy could do a lot less. Steve had been couchsurfing for weeks, trying to find something more permanent than being hidden in Nancyâs basement, subsisting on pop tarts and whatever Jonathan could spare from dinner.
The situation with his parents had been slowly deteriorating ever since he had to tell them that the alpha was attending university and Steve didnât want to tell her. Besides, he didnât really have any attachment to her, and Steve wasnât looking to turn this into some sort of shotgun mating.
When heâd told his father that he wasnât interested in repeating his parentâs mistakes and mating the first person that had knocked him up, everything had gone from bad to worse.
Steve thought they would get over it. They thought he would eventually freak and give the baby away or get an abortion. And before it got really bad and they damaged everything forever, Steve had decided to move out.
It wasnât like they really knew him. At least not all the parts of him. They were practically ghosts to each other, rattling around in a big house, not a family at all. They didnât understand why Steve wanted this, even if it was hard. They didnât understand wanting a family, or they wouldnât have made just a facsimile of one.
And they werenât interested in having an unmated pregnant omega around, even if he was their son. So it was a surprise that Billy Hargrove was interested. At all.
The alpha had changed since the whole disaster at Starcourt. They all had. But Billy Hargrove going from polite nods in the grocery store to offering to room with Steve and giving up his bedroom for a baby⊠that hadnât been on Steveâs bingo card for this year at all.
The next best offer was staying at the Byers, but between El and Hopper, the house was getting fuller by the minute.Â
Billy plucked Steveâs pregnancy pillow from his arms and laid it out over the center of the bed, âThere. Itâll be just like a sleepover.â
âYeah. Every night.â
Billy laughed, âJust the three of us.â
Steveâs hand fell back to his stomach instinctively.
âYou, me, and old reliable here,â Billy patted the pillow, âUnless she has a name.â
Steve huffed out a little laugh, âNot yet.â
Billy eyed the fat pink thing, âLooks like a Dorothy to me.â
Steve smiled, âI think sheâs more of a Blanche.â
Billy grinned, sliding a hand along the pillow, âOh really? My kinda girl.â
âYouâre really cool with this? I can sleep on the floor until I get a cot.â
Billyâs scent flared with displeasure, igniting the room quickly and then dissipating, âIâm not making a pregnant dude sleep on the fucking floor. No way.â
Steve was too afraid to ask if Billy would sleep on the floor. He thought Max had mentioned something about a bad back, the doctors having to fuse or nail the lower vertebrae of Billyâs spine.
And besides⊠it wasnât like Billy was going to make a move on him or something. There had been a time in high school where Steve had thought maybe, butâŠ
In the dark, trying to get comfortable around his pregnancy pillow, with Billy pumping out calming alpha hormones, that time seemed all too real.
Not that Steve was looking for an alpha. He had a lot on his mind. Heâd gone from spending his pitiful paychecks liberally, on treats for Dustin and expensive hair products, to counting his pennies to buy a crib and make up his half of the rent. In the dark, Steve tugged on his too long hair where it curled over his collar.
âDoes the baby have a name yet?â Billyâs voice wasnât quite a whisper, but it wasnât nearly near his normal speaking voice. The sound skittered across Steveâs skin, painting his cheeks pink.
Steve tugged the pregnancy pillow closer, trying to arrange it so that his stomach was comfortable. This was weird, right? Or is the weirdest part that he didnât feel all that weird about it.
âI was thinking if itâs a girl⊠I like Tessa,â Steve mumbled, âAnd if itâs a boy, maybe like, Ben? Or Benjamin. I dunno.â
âSounds nice,â Billy did that half whisper thing again.
âââââââââââ
Steve had to delay getting the cot because Billy found a deal on a crib, they just had to drive to the next town to get it. Then Billy pointed out that a cot probably wouldnât be good for Steveâs back and besides, they had a good thing going with Dorothy/Blanche between them. And didnât it make the most sense for Steve to get stuff for the baby first?
Steve had to admit, he was getting more and more used to this one bed thing. Theyâd officially moved it into the dining room after Billy built the crib in one afternoon while Steve was at work.
And it got less awkward as time went on. Both the bed thing and the roommate thing. They angled the tv so that they could see it from the bed, and went to sleep watching old movies that Steve brought back from Family Video and reruns and shit, curled around the pregnancy pillow. Steve spent a lot of time readying for the baby in their new room, tucking newly cleaned onesies into the thrift store dresser that theyâd found and Billy had kindly painted for him.
Billy was always making too much for dinner because he was used to cooking for his whole family, so there was often more than enough for Steve, and anyone else who came over too. Even Dustin had grudgingly admitted that Billy was a good cook after Billy had made the whole party spaghetti. Heâd made fast friends with Robin, and sometimes Steve would go to bed while they chattered away for hours in the kitchen, only waking when Billy slid in next to him, murmuring quiet goodnights.
Some people still found it weird.
âWhen is he gonna get his own bed?â Max was trying to be quiet, but apparently that didnât run in either hers or Billyâs family.
Steve balanced the groceries on his hip and shut the door gently behind him, leaning back and stretching out his sore back.
âI dunno, Max, itâs fine,â Billy said back, the alphaâs voice pitched low like a warning growl.
âI just think-â
âMax, lay off, okay,â Billy huffed. âItâs Harringtonâs decision. And we havenât had any problems yet.â
âBut itâs not fair, I canât believe youâre letting it happen.â
Steve frowned, not sure what she meant by that.
âItâll be fine, Max, youâll see.â
Max had stalked out, making an indignant noise when she saw Steve at the door, grabbing her skateboard with a huff, and walking out of the apartment.
âWhat was that all about?â Steve crept around to the kitchen.
âAh, nothing. Sheâs just sixteen,â Billy was leaning over a large pot on the stove. âYou know. Sixteen year old girl shit.â
Steve didnât know. He had no idea, actually.
âHow does stew sound? I thought Max was staying, so I made too much,â Billyâs shoulders were tensed close to his body.
âBilly,â Steve sighed, resting a hand on his belly, âMaybe⊠maybe we should revisit me getting the twin bed for the nursery. Besides, Iâm getting up like ten times a night to pee. That canât be good for your sleepâŠâ
âIf thatâs what you want,â Billy shrugged, âTaste this, let me know if it needs salt.â
Steve carefully lowered himself down into one of the dining tables and obligingly opened his mouth. Billy brought over the wooden spoon laden with stew, that he blew on carefully before feeding it to Steve.
ââS fine,â Steve mumbled, though he couldnât say heâd really tasted it.
Billy really was a great alpha, took care of Steve so much. He was close to ending his apprenticeship at the mechanicâs shop, and he was making good money. He wasnât blowing it on stuff either. He was responsible, and caring.
And Steve was here, sleeping in his bed, taking up the space that would eventually be taken by Billyâs true omega. It couldnât have been easy for Billy, it would be hard to find someone to date with a random pregnant guy in his bed, eating all his leftovers.
Billy turned to his stew, dancing a little to the old Chuck Berry song on the radio. He lowered the heat and turned the radio up, spinning around and pulling Steve to his feet.
âBilly, I think-â
Billy wrapped one warm arm around Steveâs waist, taking the other hand in his.
âJust dance, pretty boy.â
It was a little awkward with Steveâs belly between them, but Billy spun him around, laughing a little, like whatever argument heâd had with Max didnât matter. He pulled Steve close, filling Steveâs senses with his cool salty ocean scent and a hint of cigarettes and motor oil that made him a little dizzy. But it wasnât the pregnancy. No, Steve couldnât lie to himself that much.
That night in bed, Steve couldnât sleep. It wasnât that he wasnât comfortable. Billyâs bed really was heavenly, soft and plush. Heâd admitted to Steve once that this was the first thing he splurged on when he moved out on his own with his money from Starcourt. Not only because he needed it for his back, but because his dad had apparently piled all of Billyâs shit on his old mattress and lit it on fire before skipping town.
And that was a part of the problem. What was Steve meant to do with all of the stuff he knew about Billy? All the small things that Steve had stored up, like a squirrel for the winter. It was all instinct, not something he meant to do. But somehow he started to think of Billy asâŠ
Steve rolled over and watched Billy. His mouth was open, tongue lolling out slightly and drool dripping from his mouth down his cheek into his pillow and rumpled curls.
Maybe Billy wasnât always the kindest of alphas. He was prone to black moods, withdrawing, sulking in the shower or curling up for long naps. His stories about his childhood made the reason evident enough, but still. He was crass, often loud and made more dirty jokes than a retired sailor.
He apparently didnât know how to portion a meal, though Steve had a sneaking suspicion that he did. He just wanted Steve to be fed. He built a crib for the baby, gave up half of his bed, working his whole life around a child that he didnât even know, had no ties to.
And there was the knot of the issue. When Steve had a baby here, with Billy around⊠it would be like⊠sort of felt likeâŠ
Billy snuffled and rolled closer, throwing a hand over the pregnancy pillow. It grazed Steveâs belly softly, and the baby rolled, moving towards Billyâs warmth.
Steve worried himself to sleep, vowing that in the morning they would have to talk, work something out. Because he was pretty sure if he stayed here much longer he was going to fall in love with Billy, and that could only end badly.
Because Billy was⊠too good for this. Too good for this situation, too good for Steve, who couldnât even take care of his own pup, and didnât know how to budget, hardly knew how to cookâŠ
Steve had fully resolved to cut things off and move out in the morning. He needed to stand on his own two feet. He needed to leave before heâŠ
Steve woke up and at first, he thought something was wrong with him. The only thing he had looked forward to while being pregnant was not having his heat. But he woke up cramping, slick between his thighs.
His eyes snapped open, âB-Billy, I think the babyâŠâ
Billy wasnât there.
Steve carefully got to his feet. These were probably contractions. He was probably just an idiot.
There was light coming from the bathroom. With every step, it hurt a little worse. It really felt like a heat, not like the doctor or all the books had said labor would.
He knocked softly, âBilly.â
âGo away, Harrington.â
Steve frowned. He thought he wasnât Harrington anymore. It hurt worse than he imagined it would but he tried to push it aside.
âBilly, I think Iâm having contractions,â Steve leaned against the door.
Billy groaned beyond the door, âGod fucking⊠of course⊠I wanted to be there, Steve. I was really excited to see the baby. But youâll have to get someone else to drive you.â
âWhy?â
âIâm having my fucking rut, I s-shouldnât leave the bathroom.â
Steve leaned against the door, âOh.â
âIâm sorry,â Billy said softly.
âNo, I⊠that makes more sense actuallyâŠâ
âWhat?â
âI thought I was in heat at first. Iâm probably just⊠yâknowâŠâ
âRight.â Billyâs voice was clipped off sharply at the end.
âI couldâŠâ Steveâs heart rose. Just a little. In any other circumstance he was pretty sure Billy would turn him down but in a rut⊠maybeâŠ
âOh, no,â Billy said swiftly. âNo, itâs okay. You go back to bed.â
Steve rested his forehead against the door, and Billy whimpered inside.
âBilly,â Steve mumbled.
âSteve,â Billy groaned, âGo back to bed. I might try to leave, take a drive. Clear my head.â
Steve was pretty sure Billy meant he would go to do something else, but it was nice of him to pretend, for Steveâs sake. And he got the picture, really he did.
Steve crawled back into bed, holding his pregnancy pillow close as he listened for Billy to leave. He pretended he wasnât crying, like Billy pretended that he was just going to take a drive and not to go find another, better omega to spend his rut with. Just like Steve pretended that didnât hurt, and that he wasnât already in love.
Later in the morning, Steve woke up alone for the first time in weeks. He got up and made some toast, even though he didnât feel much like eating it. He didnât have a shift today which was a shame, he could have really used some distraction.
Instead, he just wandered around the apartment, picking things up and putting them down. Turning the tv on and off. Going through the baby clothes again, the ones that heâd cleaned and folded with Billy. He sat on the edge of Billyâs bed that heâd increasingly started to think of as their bed, and had leftover stew. The baby was kicking like crazy, and without Billyâs low singing to soothe the baby, Steve didnât know what to do. Even his baby loved Billy more than him.
The whole thing was making him feel rather pathetic, actually. So when Lucas rang the bell at four, Steve couldnât blame himself for leaping for it.
âBi- Oh, hey, man,â Steve bit his lip. Of course Billy wouldnât ring the bell at his own house. He felt like an idiot.
âHey,â Lucas smiled, holding out a covered dish. âMy mom made some extra casserole, she asked me to bring this over on my way to Mikeâs.â
Steve blinked at him, âDoes everyone in this whole town know I canât cook?â
âNo,â Lucas didnât lower his hands, âShe really made extra. She told me.â
Steve frowned, but eyed up the container. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Cheesy and potato-y, not like the super healthy crap his mom used to make when he lived at home.
âOkay,â Steve took it, âFine. Thanks.â
âNo problemâŠâ Lucas waved, âWell. See you, Steve.â
Steve came back into the kitchen and frowned, staring at the innocent container. Lucas and Billy werenât the best of friends, but theyâd slowly started to make their peace, even hanging out a few times. It was weird of Lucas not to mention Billy, or to just bring enough for one.
His suspicions were confirmed the next day at work.
Robin came back from lunch, her eyes trained on the floor, âHey, uh, my mom packed too much in my lunch so I left it out back there.â
âWhat?â
âMy mom made me too much,â Robin noded, sort of weirdly. âI left it out for you, if you donât want to go to the chinese place.â
âWhy would you do that?â
âBecause youâre my friend,â Robin bit her lip, âAnd my mom made too much.â
âYour mom made too much of the same peanut butter, no jelly sandwich, with one apple that youâve eaten since you were eight?â
Robinâs eyes danced to the Romance section, âYeah.â
âSpill it, Buckley.â
âI canât!â She cried.
âOh, canât you,â Steve rolled his eyes, âCome on. Whatâs the deal?â
She gnawed her lip, âSo⊠Nancy called me last night and asked me, yâknow, as a favor, to bring an extra sandwich.â
âNancy called-â Steve wrinkled his nose.
âWell, I guess⊠Billyâs been holed up at Susanâs, he asked Max and your little brigade of tiny dorks to keep you fed,â Robin frowned, âSo Mike thought heâd ask Nancy who asked me. So itâs not likeâŠ. A big dealâŠâ
âNot a big deal,â Steve threw up his hands, âWhy doesnât everyone just take an ad out in the paper. Jesus, I knew Billy thought I was pathetic, but-â
âBilly doesnât think youâre pathetic, dingus,â She rolled her eyes.
âYes, he does. The other night I even asked him to share his rut with me, because⊠wait. How would you know what Billy thinks of me?â
Her eyes were still caught mid roll when she froze, cringing.
âWhat do you know, Buckley,â Steve pressed.
âI mean, I donât know anything for sure,â She hemmed, sliding around the counter and tugging on her jaunty tie.
âBut you know something, donât you?â
âI donât know anything,â She sighed, âBut⊠Steve⊠come on.â
âWhat?â
âYou havenât spoken to the guy in what, a few years-â
âWe waved. Sometimes.â
âAnd then he comes up out of the woodwork to take you to his small one bedroom apartment,â She smirked, but her eyes got starry. Starry like Doctor Zhivago-y. âAnd heâs building the crib and taking you to doctorâs appointments, and cooking you food because he knows you canât cook.â
âI really want to know who told him I canât cook,â Steve pouted.
âI did,â She took him by the arms, âBut the point, Steve, is that he spent his rut locked in a bedroom at his stepmomâs trailer, or did you miss that part?â
Steve twisted a little, ready to deny it.
âAnd why are you so interested anyway,â Robin smiled. âHeâs just free food, right?â
âBilly isnât just free food,â Steve snapped back.
âOkay. Then what is he?â
âHeâs⊠nice to me. Puts on bad movies and dances with me in the kitchen and drives too fast andâŠâ Steve frowned. âHe does stuff for the baby but also thereâs other stuff too. Itâs like Iâm not pregnant or⊠no⊠like heâs cool just hanging out with me. And me being pregnant, the baby⊠thatâs all just cool with him. Like he likes⊠even that part of me.â
Robin nodded, âYes. And how do you feel about that?â
âI really⊠I fucking miss him, Robin,â Steve doesnât immediately recognize the feeling, but the baby kicks like he finally hit the buzzer.
âYes,â Robin nodded, âNow, when he comes out of rut, I donât want to hear anything about how youâre a bad omega or some shit. Go get your man.â
Steve intended to. The only thing was it turned out to be slightly harder to get your man when you started to have contractions near the end of your shift. Steve had heard that the first time giving birth there was plenty of time, but that really didnât seem to be the case. All too soon, it got out of hand. He called and left a message at Susanâs, hoping maybe Billy might be able to hear it if he wasnât banging some other omega across the mattress. And Robin insisted that she could drive him with her learnerâs permit, but the drive to the hospital had also taken about two decades off of his life.
It shouldnât matter that Billy wasnât there. He wasnât really the babyâs dad. Robin was there, helping him fill out the forms. And the contractions werenât really that bad, except for sometimes when they were. Steve gripped the plasticky waiting room chair, trying to breathe through the pain while Robin hurried through the questions.
When he finally got in a room it turned out his regular doctor, who had been seeing him for months, was off for the day after a marathon cesarean surgery. And would Steve mind if they call another doctor in?
He minded. He minded quite a bit but he was terrified to say it, so he just shut up and got on the bed when they told him. Robin was out of her mind a little, but she was holding his hand and telling him to breathe through it.
âYou can go, I got this,â Steve told her.
âAs if,â Robin sniffed, âThis is best friend privilege. Iâm overruling you.â
âRob-â
âMotion carried,â A voice cut in.
They both turned towards the door. Billy was sweating like heâd run there from the trailer, but it was probably just his rut. He sagged against the door.
âYou came,â Steve breathed.
âBest friend privilege. Gets you out of all sorts of tight jams,â Billy smiled, âAlso I called the Doc before I drove in. Sheâs gonna hook me up with some rut calming injections.â
âYou called her? B-but sheâs supposed to be off until Monday-â
âFunny, she didnât mention that,â Billy shrugged, âNow, how are you doing, pretty boy?â
Steveâs eyes did not have permission to fill with tears but they did anyway.
âPretty boy?â
âSteve?â Robin whispered, âIs it⊠is something wrong?â
âNo, I-â Steve swiped at his eyes and immediately broke into a sob.
âOh,â Robin looked between them, âLet me give you all a moment alone.â
Billy was still hanging onto the door when Robin dashed out, âWhatâs wrong? Steve?â
âI didnât have time to plan,â Steve tried to still his voice but there was still more than a little bit of a wail at the end.
âPlan what? Are you missing something? Your hospital bag, I can drive out right fucking now and get-â
âNo. Billy, why did you ask me to move in?â
Billy blinked, âTo help you out. Steve, I donât understand, what do you need to plan?â
âHow to tell you that Iâm in love with you.â
It took Steve a moment to be able to suck in a breath and look up. Billy was staggering towards the bed, his scent heavy with rut, his mouth open. It reminded Steve a little of how Billy looked when he slept, his mouth open, cheeks soft and pink.
âWhat?â
âI know thatâs⊠God, probably the last thing you wanted when you offered to let me stay,â Steve whispered, âBut, Billy, I-â
âItâs all I could hope for,â Billy was leaning on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide with shock.
âWhat?â
âEveryone told me it was crazy. I mean it was crazy, because there was every chance youâd hate me, loathe living with me-â Billy broke off, shaking his head a little. âBut Iâve been hopelessly in love with you, Steve. For years. Tried to deny it, lie about itâŠâ
âBilly,â Steve whispered, âWhy did you ask me to move in?â
âYou needed help and Iâm⊠Iâm in love with you. I had to offer. When you love someone you offer to help them.â
âAnd you donât care? About the baby?â
âWhat about the baby?â
âThat itâs not yours.â
âItâs not mine?â Billy gasped incredulously, and then his face split into a grin. âNo. I donât care about that.â
âYou really-â
âLove you. Yes, I do Steve. And you-â
âLove you,â Steve broke off with a gasp, grabbing out and holding onto the guard rail on his bed with white knuckles, âShit.â
Billy reached out and took his hand, âSorry, sweetheart. Worst timing ever.â
âJust,â Steve gritted out between his teeth, âWhen this is all over, kiss me?â
âWhen this is all over, youâll have a baby, and the kiss of your life,â Billy held Steveâs hand tightly to his chest. âPromise.â
And just a few hours later, with baby Ben in a tiny bassinet next to the bed and Robin asleep in the visitors chair, Billy curled around Steve on the tiny hospital bed, and after wiping the happy tears from Steveâs eyes with his thumbs, Billy did just that.
Billyâs lips were soft and when he pulled back, pressing small kisses to the corner of Steveâs mouth, the whimper he made was soft too.
âYouâre amazing,â Billy whispered, âThat was⊠incredible.â
âYeah?â Steveâs eyes squeezed out a few tears, âI feel pretty incredible.â
âGood,â Billy rubbed his thumbs across Steveâs cheeks.
âYouâre really okay withâŠâ Steve sucked in a breath when Billyâs breath ghosted over his lips again. âAll of this?â
âAll of this is all I want,â Billy kissed him, slipping his tongue inside and just stroking softly at the sensitive inside of Steveâs lips.
âHow are Oma and Papa,â A nurse breezed in, clipboard in hand.
âI-â
âWeâre good,â Steve interrupted. âFeeling pretty incredible, actually.â
#harringrove#billy x steve#steve x billy#harringrove fics#moodboard#1000 follower fic#someone get a im not a stepdad im the dad that stepped up shirt for Billy plz#harringrove fanfic#harringrove fanfiction#omegaverse#tw mpreg#alpha billy hargrove#omega steve harrington
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Right Person, Wrong Time (pt2)
for what it's worth, i'm sorry for any heartbreak
part 1 / part 3
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Surely there was a reason for this. To be damned to show up with your bar-crawling friends to a place where your ex fiancé is flirting with some woman. Your friends haven't noticed him and it doesn't seem like he's noticed you, too busy trying to get the woman to laugh at his jokes.
It takes less than 2 minutes from your friends to find a table near the bar itself but far enough away from him that you don't really mind, sticking to the innermost corner of the group. They barely even paid attention when you were more focused on getting a good shot of him than ordering a drink.
you 7:19pm: [picture of your ex fiancé]
you 7:19pm: stupid motherfucker couldn't pick a better bar to go hard ass women at
you 7:20pm: harass*
You weren't even entirely sure of who you sent the message to, perhaps a little too inebriated yourself to be completely in control. Maybe that was what you really wanted though. That's what you were used to, wasn't it? Having other people make decisions for you? One of the people you were with slid their drink over to you.
"Drink honey, drink and I'll get me another one. You need it you just look... you look sooo so sad." Fruity. You could barely taste the alcohol.
"You can't be sad!" Another one says, smacking their hand down on the table before pointing at you. "You can't be sad because your life is going to get so much better. I can feel it. It's in the stars. I was reading your uh... your... fucking what is it called, shit."
"Horoscope?"
"YES! Your whore scope."
"Horoscope."
"Shh shh shh. That's what I said. It said that your life is going to change in a big big way soon. I believe it's gonna be good." You shook your head and continued drinking, not paying attention to the way that the conversation drifted away from you once again. The way you liked it.
... bzzzt ...
Willard Neffard 7:30pm: I thought he didn't even drink?
Thank god you had texted Will and nobody else.
you 7:32pm: 8 months ago he didn't
you 7:35pm: but maybe that was a lie??
you 7:38pm: IDK i kind of wish i could leave but i cannot drive right now
Willard Neffard 7:50pm: I got you đđ»
you 7:51pm: a literal night in shining armor
you 7:51pm: knight
"Guys, I'm gonna have a friend come get me." Your friends frowned and the one next to you wrapped their arm around you and dropped their head to your shoulder. "I don't feel that great and I think I'm out of battery for the night."
"We get it babes, you gonna stay with us till your ride gets here?" You nodded and leaned your head against the one on your shoulder.
"Probably for the best. Just means I can keep knocking them back until then. Excuse me, miss!" You called your waitress over and ordered another round. The Uber driver would get it surely, if you explained to them that you saw your ex fiancé who technically left you at the altar showed up at a bar that you were at to relax so you drank a little more while waiting for them to get there? Yeah, definitely, of course they would. Who wouldn't?
Willard Neffard 8:26pm: Outside
At this point you were near stumbling and your mind was in a perpetual spin cycle. Were you too hung up on your life getting destroyed, or were you hung up enough? Your friends told you it was grief. You were grieving the burning of bridges, the deaths of friendship, and that grief was hard to get over. You grow around grief, grief doesn't get smaller.
The air outside the bar had a bite to it, the cool breeze immediately lighting your cheeks up, what a difference. No Uber to be seen though... and no Will either. Did you send him the wrong address? You pulled out your phone and checked, no you sent the right one. You ran your hand through your hair. There was a slim chance that he was playing a joke on you but after everything you didn't put much weight into that theory.
"I heard you needed a ride."
No, absolutely not. You shook your head with your eyes shut, hoping that you wouldn't fall over.
"Will was busy and there wasn't a way you'd get an Uber out without it being completely overpriced." Hasan stood a few feet away, like he was nervous to be any closer, in a tan sweater and dark slacks. "All I want to do is get you home safe."
In another life you would have ran and wrapped your arms around him, telling him he looked good and thanking him for being willing to pick you up. In another life he would have been at the bar with you and your friends, celebrating something. All you could muster was a quiet 'okay' before opening your eyes and walking past him to his car, getting into the passenger seat without saying anything else.
With your head against the headrest, you closed your eyes again and tried to pretend you were anywhere else with anyone else. The car ride was quiet sans the random radio station all the way down to where you could barely make out the beat to the music with your hand against the speaker.
Eventually, Hasan sighed heavily and smacked the steering wheel before leaning back. You jumped in your seat, eyes snapping open before looking over to him and then the cars ahead of you. Lines and lines of red taillights, backed up far past the edge of your vision. This was not going to be a quick 30 minute drive home.
"Oh. Of fucking course," the liquor in your system making you louder than intended. "The first time I go out drinking in months, months, I have to see both assholes who have ruined my life. I'm going to kill Will. I should have told them I couldn't go out. Should have stayed home." Hasan turned enough to look at you, but said nothing.
"I wouldn't be in this fucking mess if it weren't for you," your body turned to face him and you jabbed a hand in his direction but didn't make contact. "Seriously, every time my life goes to shit, it is you at the wheel of the ship. Why is that Piker? Do you hate me? Is it active sabotage, or is it just the balance of the universe? I'm the one who has to suffer for you to be happy?" The car moved a few feet before stopping again. "Well? Nothing? You have nothing to say to me?"
You observed him the best that you could in the lack of light. One hand sat on the steering wheel still, the other on his lap in a fist and he gnawed on the inside of his lips in thought. You had seen that look many times before, the gears in his head were turning, but still he stayed silent. Impatient, Words started to tumble out of your mouth again, each heavier with angry tears than the last.
"I can start it for you since you're too stupid to think of it first. How about I'm sorry? You don't even have to be specific. Just 'I'm sorry'!" Your fingers were cold on your face when they wiped at your cheeks. His hand left his lap and gingerly reached for one side of your face and for a moment you even contemplated letting him. But only a moment. Seething with pent up rage, you smacked his hand away from your face and moved towards the window with the little room you had left. He had pulled his hand back into his lap but cut you off before you could take a deep enough breath to speak again.
"I am sorry." For a moment Hasan let his words hang in the silence, waiting to see if you'd cut him off this time and continue ripping into him. "I should have said it to you way earlier than this. It shouldn't take Austin and Will doing an event to get me in front of you to apologize for... everything."
"No you can't just cop out with everything, you need to apologize for ruining my life!"
"Yes," he sounded exasperated and it fueled the rage in your stomach but you let him continue, actually biting your lip to keep your words in. "I am sorry for fucking up your life. Do you-" he ran a hand through his hair, "do you think I've stopped thinking about you once in the last 3 and a half years? When I saw you with that... motherfucker the first time, I wasn't even upset at you for moving on, I was fucking happy for you dude.
"And then you fucking tell me and Will the same shit you've always said, marriage is a scam, that this marriage will be no different than any other marriage. You expect me to think you're in love with him? I'm not that fucking stupid and neither are you. And he walked out immediately because he thought you were cheating on him!"
"Yes because my ex boyfriend decided to object at the wedding!" Your voice was much more a shriek than anything else, "why couldn't you have just pulled me aside beforehand instead of... ruining my life!"
"I didn't-" mean to ruin your life. The words stuck in his throat like tar, singing his breath. He leaned his head in his hand as he inched the car forward. How do you really apologize to someone for causing someone so much heartache because you were still heartsick? Hasan felt like he could throw up. He'd never be able to apologize enough, he knew that from how you were barely holding yourself back. "I'm sorry, button."
If there was anything he could say that would have broken you entirely, it was calling you button. The first sob wracked your body the hardest, remembering the last time he called you that. His lips on yours and on your cheeks, telling you he loved you, that he would never find another one for him like you. It seemed so silly now, having it bloom a sickening warmth in your stomach when it should have been disgust.
It was still in there. A small piece of him, sitting in your heart like iron, rusting the gates that you had tried so hard to reinforce.
#hasan x reader#hasan piker x reader#hasanabi x reader#hasan#bunny writes#tw angst#lmao i think#rpwt
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Okay I apologize for the Dad!Tangerine mood Iâm in rn now LOL, but can I please request a Dad!Tangerine x daughter!reader where the lil girl and Tanâs dynamic is much like Sully and Boo from Monsters Inc? The lil girlâs personality is like Boo. Tangerine and Lemon are on a job (taking out super bad people), and just as theyâre about to leave (them two being the only living people left standing), they hear a little cry, and they follow it (being really concerned) and find a 2 year old girl all by herself, said little girl immediately stopping crying when Tangerine starts talking to her, even when Tangerine is all grumpy, it just makes her giggle, and Y/n starting to call Tan âDaddyâ. (At first The Twins definitely werenât planning on keeping her with them, but she quickly melts their hearts hehe) After being with them a bit, she starts pointing at Tangerine and going, âDaddy!!â And heâs like, âNo no no, I am not your Dad kidâ, but she just keeps going, âDaddy!!â And giggling (much like when Boo called Sulley âKittyâ). Tangerine gradually accepting the title, Lemon being fully on board the moment she calls him âUncle Lemon!!â Also you know Lemon would be getting her ALL of the Thomas the Engine merch LOL⊠Tan accepting the Dad role as Y/n has him (and Lem) wrapped around her little finger
AHH I LOVE. Sorry this took me so long Cece, I wanted this to be good đ
The girlfriend of Tan is one of my ocâs đ , no warnings really
Tangerine took the knife out the manâs chest, and he fell to the floor.
âHow many was that?â He asked.
â14.â
âWhat? I thought that it was 15.â He said.
âWell, either way the file said 16 people were here.â Lemon argued, looking around the warehouse.
They circled it, and they didnât realize the other room. They heard a loud wail, as well as whining. Tangerine and Lemon looked at each other, and held their guns out. They both hid behind the doorway, and looked around and were about to shoot when they noticed you. A child. No older than 3 years.
They looked at each other.
âWhat the hell?â Tangerine mumbled, and they both put their guns down. You crawled away from them and were now backed up to a wall.
âShh, sh, sh.. itâs alright.â Lemon said, as they both approached you. Your cries got louder.
ââTs alright, Its alright. Weâre not gonna hurt ya.â Tangerine said quietly and softly, he crouched down to your level. Your cries stopped and you looked at them.
Lemon slowly picked you up, and carefully held you in his arms. You looked at the both of them with a curiosity in your eyes.
âGuessinâ we killed her parents.â Tangerine sighed, running a hand through his hair.
âProbably.â
âWait.. is she the 16th person?â Tangerine thought.
âWha- oh, shit. Youâre right. Itâs not like we can jusâ kill âer, mate. Thatâs way against my morals.â
âYeah, I wasnât really planninâ on it.â Tangerine said, angrily now. âBut what the hell do we do with her now?â
âDunno⊠maybe we jusâ.. put her up for adoption? Leave her at a fire station?â
âThe first ones not bad, but the second ones dangerous. They could miss her. Heard they ran over some baby cause they didnât see her.â
âYeah. Well, guess we could jusâ put her up for adoption. But how would we explain how we have her?â
âNever thought of that.â Tangerine sighed, and groaned. You made grabby hands to tangerine, and he quirked an eyebrow as Lemon laughed.
âThink she wants you, mate.â
âNo way. Nope.â Tangerine looked the other way. Lemon went up to him, practically forcing you into his hands. Tangerine sighed and held you, you smiled and giggled, babbling at the mustached man.
âDada!â You said, it didnât exactly sound like that, but they knew thatâs what you were trying to say.
âNope. Nope.â Tangerine groaned and put you back down onto the cold floor, you stared up at him still while he stared down at you. You walked around the room for a little, and motioned for Lemon to pick you up again which made him smile and laugh quietly.
âArenât you just adorable.â He booped your nose, and you giggled at the man, grabbing at his finger, his large hands looked like a giants to you.
âDonât say it.â Tangerine mumbled when Lemon stared at him.
âWe should keep her-â
âNo.â
âLook at âer! She called you dad.â He hit tangerines shoulder.
Tangerine groaned again and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
âNo. Iâm not having this conversation-â
âI can be uncle lemon. Iâve always wanted to be an uncle!â He said, practically begging at this point.
âUncle.. lewmon?â The pronunciation sounded w weird coming from you but it made lemon smile widely.
âOh my gosh. See that? She jusâ called me uncle. We have to keep her.â
âI donât exactly know how to care for a bloody baby!â
âAll we gotta do is clean her diapers, which Iâve done, feed her, clean after her, and keep her safe. Câmon man. Iâm sure your girlfriend would love her.â Lemon teased him.
Tangerine narrowed his eyes, picking up his phone and texted his girlfriend âhow do you feel about a child? Specifically 2 years old or something?â
âUh⊠why? Aaron, if this is another joke..â
âItâs not.â He texted back.
âI mean I like kids, yeah. Do you mean like.. as ours?â
âYeah. Kinda. Found one on a mission, we can put it up for adoption but she seems to like me and Lemon too much.â
âI mean⊠Iâd love too, yeah, but wouldnât it be a lot? The adoption process and all.â
âDonât worry bout that, love.â He said, and put his phone down with a sigh.
âWell.. looks like sheâs ours now.â He told lemon with a shrug.
Lemon smiled âAll cause of your girlfriend?â He teased.
âYes. Shut up.â
âââââââââââââââââââ-
âAlright, alright, letâs give uncle lemon a break.â He picked you up, taking you away from his brother who desperately needed a break from watching you for hours.
âThanks man.â Tangerine said to him, patting his shoulder.
âYeah. Itâs nothinâ. Anything for my only and favorite niece.â He smiled at you and Tan again, while Tangerines girlfriend came running down the stairs.
âAlright, letâs go. Thank you lemon!â She had said, and quickly left him alone in the house.
He sighed âMan, canât believe I went from an assassin to a full time babysitter.â
#tangerine fic#tangerine x reader#platonic tangerine x reader#tangerine bullet train#bullet train#bullet train x reader
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