#anyway don t look at my fucking love live tag .

[magnificentmicrowave]

hhrauhghghh nicomaki in 2024

[lavenderboneswrites]

Caramel

Day 1: Fake Dating / Jealousy / Drunken Confessions

Summary: Sometimes a family is two gay dads and their two black cats watching the Great British-Bake Off.

Warnings/Tags: No Warnings Apply, rated T for some swearing, established Shizaya, domestic shizaya, tooth-rotting fluff, shizuo and izaya are gay and in love and have two cats

AO3

@shizayasweek

“Oh my god! What have I done?”

Izaya has long since tuned out his beloved Great British Bake-Off television series. Instead, he is throwing not so subtle looks Shizuo’s way.

The beast is looking beyond domestic. Donned in grey sweats and a loose sleep shirt with some stupid cartoon dog on it, he is snuggled up in the corner of Izaya’s sectional sofa.

Izaya does not begrudge his boyfriend being so comfortable and at ease. Actually, such a sight was quite welcome. No, what really pissed him off was the two purring deserters currently on Shizuo’s lap.

“That’s not how you fucking temper chocolate…” Shizuo mutters under his breath, hand absentmindedly scratching Beans’ behind the ear.

Izaya glares as the black cat turns her head, ears going into aeroplane mode as she enjoys his scritches.

Not to be outdone, Sprouts twists like a baguette in Shizuo’s lap, showing off her tummy and moving her head to shove it into Shizuo’s hand.

Unacceptable.

“Pspspsps.”

Shizuo and the cats perk up at the noise, all three heads swinging in Izaya’s direction.

“Come on kitties … come to Papa.” Izaya pats his lap enthusiastically and is met with two equally unimpressed looks from striking green eyes.

Shizuo smirks.

“Heh …”

Izaya’s eyes narrow, venom on his lips as Shizuo laughs at him.

“Don’t be jealous, louse … I can’t help it they love me more than you.”

“This is unacceptable … they are my cats!”

Izaya crosses his arms, slumping into the plush backrest of the couch with a ‘humph’ noise.

“You don’t even live here … traitors, the lot of you.”

“Sheesh.”

Sprouts and Beans are unceremoniously swept under an arm each as Shizuo stands up. They look as grumpy as Izaya, being moved from their slumber oh so rudely.

Izaya’s pout remains at his lips, eyes moving to look up as Shizuo approaches his seat with his own damn cats.

His lips twitch, trying not to feel any kind of amusement at that stupid Pompompurin shirt now at his eye-line.

Without any fanfare, Shizuo deposits the two cats onto Izaya’s lap.

“Ow!” Claws immediately dig into his thighs as the traitors’ land and Izaya’s arms go around the squirming black blobs. “Don’t just drop them!”

“They land on their feet, don’t they?” Shizuo slumps back onto the couch next to him.

Both Sprouts and Beans leave Izaya’s lap almost immediately, not appreciating being moved around like luggage or Izaya's squirming.

“Unlike a certain monster,” -Izaya snuggles into Shizuo’s side, “I’m not immune to their little demon claws.”

“They’re not demons, they’re all baby.”

Izaya grumbles very maturely, not admitting just how warm and cosy it is snuggling into Shizuo. It must be why his traitorous cats loved Shizuo so much more, the man was like a damn furnace twenty-four seven.

His boyfriend puts an arm around him, pulling him in closer and Izaya sinks into that familiar warmth.

“You know, I practically live here anyway.”

“Hmm … is that Shizu-chan’s way of asking if he can move in?” Izaya turns his head up to send a toothy grin Shizuo’s way.

It’s utterly endearing, that Izaya can still make his boyfriend blush like a young maiden after so long.

“Fuck off … what dumbass would be crazy enough to want to live with a louse like you?”

Izaya snickers. “Oh I don’t know, maybe the dumbass currently on my couch, watching my TV and stealing the affections of my cats?”

Shizuo huffs a chuckle, the sound of if brushing through Izaya’s hair as he squeezes him a little bit tighter.

“Sounds like a right idiot this guy.”

“He is astonishingly stupid, you’re right … though, not bad on the eyes; a killer ass too.”

“Hah, hah, you’re fucking hilarious.”

“And yet you can’t wait to live with me?”

“I take it back.”

“Eh?! No take-backsies! Not in this house.”

It’s only a few minutes before Beans and Sprouts deem it safe to return to the couch. They head straight for Shizuo’s lap, seemingly pleased that it has now expanded to include Izaya’s so they can probably fit while curling up together.

“See,” Shizuo says as Izaya scratches underneath Sprouts’ chin. “They love you.”

Izaya makes a derisive noise at that.

“As they should … I’m a fucking delight.”

Shizuo snorts at that, nuzzling into Izaya’s hair before whispering into his ear.

“I love you too, flea.”

Izaya tries to fight down the heat rising to his cheeks as Shizuo presses a quick kiss to his head.

He certainly couldn’t blame his cats for their betrayal.

[undercoverwu]

Reblog List

bc i really like to keep track of everything

least to most recent

PLEASE check these out! some of it is fanart, or shitposts, or whatever and the creators deserve recognition so, yea

many are memes. did i label em all? no

⭐️ = *whispers* my favorites

The Umbrella Academy

Too Fucking Funny ⭐️

Harry Potter

Wolfstar

Big Time Rush

“my child is completely fine”

Stranger Things

It’s a Red Flag

Why Nancy and Mike Didn’t Say “I Love You”

It’s 2024

Will is SLAY

TMNT 2012

Mona Lisa - Incorrect Quote

Lego

He’s A Ten Reblog One tehhahah ⭐️

He’s A Ten Reblog Two pshhshahah ⭐️

RotTMNT

Repressed Raph Taking That Hit

Fandom How We Doing

Rise Movie, What To Do

Feel So Normal

We Are Lucky to Have the Movie

How We Got A Movie, Interview

Instead of Through a Window

Donnie Fanart

“Cozy bros” Fanart ⭐️

Don Falling to His Death ft. Incorrect Quotes ⭐️

#5 in Kid’s Titles

Some End-of-Movie-Leo Analysis

“WHAT IN THE BODY HORROR”

No More Responsibilities

Watching Show as Movie Analyses Come Out

Nickelodeon in the Studio ⭐️

Tag Yourself

Mystic Mikey Fanart!!

Us After the Movie

Andy Explain Yourself

“Future Leo living in guilt”

Watching Snow Day Again

POV you are leo ⭐️

“Nickelodeon really knows what they’re doing”

Love the Movie More

LOOK AT THEM

Splinter Comforts Depressed Donnie (humor) (not angst) (it’s for shits) (for laughs) ⭐️

A Lovely Addition to My Incorrect Quote seriously thank you so much i love

Don’t Atello

ATTENTION

Reasons to Watch RotTMNT

Late Night Candy Store

Donnie says no and does it anyway inq

Understand why villains hate the turtles lmao

Leo and Future Leo

Leo is Busy Now, Raph ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Teacups Spinning

You would not believe ⭐️

Ninjago

i will not ⭐️ the in-universe memes bc theres many and itll be too many stars for my eyes, so just know

Whimsy Character until Step 2

Zoom Julien ⭐️

Cole Red-Green Colorblind

Jump Up Kick Back Cycle ⭐️

Looking for Happiness - Incorrect Quote

Tried to Cancel Ninjago

Fame Headcanons

Kai When He Sees Homo/Transphobic Shit - Incorrect Quote

Cole Housewife Mode - Incorrect Quote

Cole Full??? - Incorrect Quote

Both Jays

Wu is Starting to Think ⭐️

Plasma Wedding

Kai Vibe Check - Incorrect Quote

Lloyd Mid-Life Crisis - Incorrect Quote

A Live Slug Reaction

Wu is Starting to Think (again, i apparently reblogged this twice, my bad) ⭐️

Zane and a Lollipop

If You Are Queer

In-Universe Memes

More In-Universe Memes

Dancing Lloyd ⭐️

Lloyd Dancing Rb 2 heehee

Toaster Zane ⭐️

Even More In-Universe Memes

EVEN MORE IN-UNIVERSE MEMES

Zane Beloved

Ninjago Character Quiz!!! ⭐️

G r a v i t y

To Unlock the Dragon Form…

Other

Cookies for Mutuals

Mario Movie, “He isn’t even italian”

Lesbiphobia check:

Owl House Hanging in There Star

Hunter Gender Envy

Animation V Minecraft Ep 30 Update

[ghoulciifer]

So heard you want Haikyuu request! So when I get mad at someone (VERY rare) I just look at them like 😠. And just kinda shun them like “dont talk to me 😠. That was rude 😠” so i just scoot away from them. I wont walk away from them, ill just go to the other side of the couch or whatever and if they try to console me im like “no! You spoiled my show 😠” and only kinda yell at them if they keep pursuing like “im mad at you” and if they touch me im like “NO! IM MAD AT YOU” is all lmao UHHH PART 2

hc: how Kageyama and Nishinoya react when their S/O gets angry

tw: none (i think?)

tags: angry!reader, haikyuu, eventual comfort/fluff, slight nsfw with noya

notes: ahsgshahajsh i’m the same way when i get angry but i CRY so much, so i kinda felt this one? but i did hc’s for this because i wanted to do it NOW. i love my boys, especially noya. ty for the request, i love you, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥

» i feel like kageyama is just permanently unaware of everything going on around him, like all this boy has on his mind is fuckin’ volleyball and you, ofc

» i also feel like this is a big reason why doesn’t have a filter sometimes... which gets him in trouble.

» you two are just chilling on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching a show you’ve been trying to catch up to him on (because he’s impatient and apparently can’t wait for you to come home smh)

» you’re halfway through a super suspenseful episode, and there’s a huge lead up to a plot twist but it’s just dragging on forEVER

» “ugh, why can’t they just show who dies, already?” you grumble under your breath, beyond irritated, huffing for good measure

» kageyama just

» nonchalantly fuckin’ spoils it

» “oh F/C/N dies, happens next episode.”

» the speed in which your head turns his way is inhuman LMAO

» you’re so angry you can’t even form words, your blood boils as it rushes to your face and your brow is furrowed so deep

» not only did your boyfriend ruin the rest of the episode but YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES??

» of course kageyama doesn’t notice your death glare until a couple seconds later, looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression

» “...what?”

» you don’t even say anything, just get up, take a deep breath, and walk as calm as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you

» meanwhile kags is still just ?? nani ??

» he leaps into action and tries talking to you through the door but once he hears the tub’s faucet running from your bathroom, he knows it’s your me time and he shouldn’t interfere

» so while you’re soaking up in a hot bath with your favorite scented candle burning at the edge of the tub, listening to your favorite playlist at a comfortable volume,

» kageyama literally sits on the couch and thinks SO HARD about what he could have possibly done wrong ahsgsgshaja this boy

» you were fine before you started watching the show, even after the show started you were quite literally all over him, so where did he go wrong?

» it finally dawns on him that your sudden mood change happened after he spilled the beans on your favorite character’s death

» insert kageyama slamming a palm to his face

» THIS DUDE FEELS SO FUCKIN’ BAD NOW

» he waits at least another 15-20 mins before creeping into the master bath to check up on you, a warm mug of your favorite tea in hand and the sweetest look on his face

» how could you still be mad at him when he’s literally doing the 🥺 face ???

» he crouches at the edge of the tub and leans forward to press a gentle kiss into your temple before setting the mug on the ledge, situating himself so his chin is laying over his folded arms, facing you

» “I’m sorry I’m an idiot... and about F/C/N. I know you liked them a lot.”

» you can’t help but giggle at how precious the moment (or the look on his face) is and you raise a hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin over his cheekbone with your damp thumb

» “It’s okay, Tobio, at least I didn’t have to see it. But next time... try not to spoil anything, okay?”

» nishinoya might seem like an air headed tornado to most, but he’s actually pretty perceptive !!

» so he’s always aware of when you’re angry, very in tune with your emotions, constantly tries his best to avoid hurting you or your feelings in anyway

» but uh... he fucks up sometimes.

» you were at your shared home, waiting for him wearing nothing but his old volleyball jersey and his favorite pair of your panties (y’know the ones, with a cute lil’ bow on the front and less fabric in the back ;0)

» there wasn’t really any special occasion but you both made it very clear during a suggestive text conversation earlier in the day that you were going to jump each other’s bones as soon as you got home

» he did let you know he needed to stop by tanaka’s after work to pick something up, but you figured that wouldn’t take long at all, right?

» wrong

» you’ve been nestled in the same spot on the couch for hours, the sun no longer shining into the living room, and you were absolutely steaming from the ears in wait for your boyfriend

» you honestly weren’t even in the mood anymore the longer time dragged on, the show you put on doing nothing to distract you from your aggravation

» eventually you hear the familiar jiggle of your front door and the clanking of keys being hung on the rack before footsteps head your way

» you keep the blanket in your lap wrapped around your waist and sit up, arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly with narrowed eyes

» “Hey, baby! I missed you all da-“

» he tried leaning down for a kiss but you pressed your hand against his lips before they got close enough

» noya is confused for a split second before he notices you’re wearing the one piece of clothing you know will get you laid when you wear it

» “...fuck.”

» “Actually, no, not anymore.”

» you get up from the couch and side step around him, ignoring the way his fingertips brush against your wrist in a failed attempt to grab it

» once you make it to your bedroom you lock yourself in the bathroom to change clothes, wash your face, let your hair down, etc.

» the running water lets noya know you’re starting your nightly routine, and there’s no way you’re doing anything after that

» he’s very aware that you just need to cool off, you got your point across and all that remained was the recovery process

» so he decides to use this time to get himself in his sleep clothes as well and situate the bed in the most comfortable set up possible, the way he knows you like it

» also grabs a snack or two from the kitchen and sets it on your nightstand in case you do decide to talk it out instead of going straight to bed

» he patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom as he holds onto the stuffed koala he won for you at some fair years ago HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T ALDJSHSJAK

» when you finally do come out, donning an old pair of his sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hair brushed and face clean, his face instantly softens

» bc he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look in moments like this 🥺

» once you see the look in his eyes and the stuffed toy in his arms, it’s all over, my guy - you don’t even remember why you were upset in the first place

» you climb on the bed and settle on top of him, head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped underneath his shoulders while he runs his hands up and down your spine, koala bear long forgotten

» “I’m sorry I was out so late, babygirl, I lost track of time... I’ll make it up to you whenever you want, okay? and I’ll hold you like this if you just wanna go to bed.” He finally says after a comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head as he finishes.

» your heart practically melts and suddenly you want to be the one comforting him

» “It’s okay, Yuu. I love you so much.” you lift your head from his chest to give him a sweet kiss as he reciprocates the phrase against your lips

» the kiss lasts much longer than intended and grows in intensity - next thing you know, he’s got you flipped over with his hands sneaking under your shirt to explore your soft skin, mouth latched onto your neck

» his hands wander to the waistband of the sweats resting over your hips and when his fingertips brush over the familiar texture of lace, he looks up at you with the MOST excited look

» “You kept them on?? FOR ME??”

[cloudywriter]

i never got to say i love you - 2

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A/N: heyy i wanted to update vanilla pudding cups but i’ve really kinda hit a block in that story so enjoy this while i move pass my stump with the other story. also i’m working on some masterlist so navigating stories will be easier!

masterlist & AO3 

also here’s my other feysand au if you would like to check that out! -> vanilla pudding cups

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As classes begin to start up Feyre finds herself adjusting well to her new schedule. Most days she has one or two classes in the morning and one or two in the afternoon. Alis almost always brings her some lunch or snacks as she spends every free moment she has in the studio. If it weren’t for Alis she’s convinced she might’ve accidentally starved to death by now. 

Honestly, Feyre hadn’t made many friends besides Alis who she had grown pretty close with. She had brief conversations with Mor in the hallways and had eventually met her roommate, Viviane, but most of the time she saw Mor outside of the dorm building she was with that group of boys from the dining hall. Yes, the same group of boys Alis still managed to bring up every other day, especially when they’d first seen Mor walking with them very comfortably. Alis was convinced Mor would be their way in. 

What Feyre had never told Alis was a week ago Mor had invited them to come play monopoly in her dorm one Friday night with said boys, Viviane, and her boyfriend, Kallias. Feyre had declined. 

Mor is always extremely sweet and a constant ray of sunshine but so much so it unnerved Feyre a bit, she could easily turn into one of those girls Feyre avoided like the plague in high school. Viviane is similar, but a bit more subdued, however Mor was completely right about her being with her boyfriend more often than not. 

At the moment Feyre was making her way back from her last class of the day to her dorm, mentally preparing herself to pull an all-nighter. She had an assignment due for her drawing class that she had been putting off for weeks until the due date had crept up on her. Therefore, Feyre now had approximately 12 hours to draw an entire portrait. Mostly she had procrastinated up until this point because she just had no idea who she wanted to draw and her options were already limited.

When she finally arrived at her dorm room, having stopped at the vending machine for snacks on the way, she pushed the door open, threw her bag on her bed, and slumped in her desk chair, letting out a loud sigh. 

She was hunched over her sketchbook feeling utterly defeated only a few hours later. The sun was beginning to set which had her hopeful, usually she did her best work in the dead of night anyway. But her fingers ached from gripping her pencil so long and she wasn’t sure she could sit up straight without an immense pain flaring in her back, even her neck and shoulders felt stiff. Not to mention, her efforts only produced a half dozen crumpled balls in the trash and a mound of eraser shreds. 

Luckily, Feyre started to get her rhythm back as the night progressed, it was dark out now the only lights coming from the city buildings surrounding the campus. Alis had yet to return which she found a little odd but it was safe to assume she was studying late in the library. 

Unluckily though, the dorm next to her, Mor’s dorm, was getting increasingly noisy with the darkening sky. The constant sound of muffled voices, laughing, and music poured through the wall. 

Feyre was about halfway done with her portrait which had turned into a drawing of Alis, it had started coming together nicely but the added distraction of all the commotion next door was throwing her off her game. She’d been debating with herself for half an hour now whether or not she should say something to Mor; she knew Mor would probably tone it down if she asked. 

At last, nearly two hours later, Feyre was at her absolute breaking point. She hadn’t made much of a dent in the rest of her sketch throughout those hours due to the ever growing disruptions. How Mor had not gotten a noise complaint yet she did not know. The music was louder, the voices went back and forward between intense bickering and cheering, and even random slamming sounds could be heard every once in a while. 

Feyre tried desperately to tune out her surroundings but just as she was finding success a loud banging on the wall followed by yelling brought her right back. She groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Before her mind even processed what her body was doing Feyre found herself outside of Mor’s door knocking with intent. She heard a frenzy of shushing and the music turned down a few notches. 

The door then swung open.

“Hey, sorry - oh, you’re not the RA.”

A hulk of a man stood in the doorway dressed in a tight black t-shirt and batman pajama pants. The man flashed her a big shit-eating grin. Feyre thought there was something familiar about him.

“What brings you around here, sweetheart?” He added, leaning against the door.

That’s when the familiarity donned on Feyre. He was one of the boys from the dining hall, specifically the one who had half his hair up. She also then realized it was in fact Friday night, game night for them.

She had yet to respond to the boy but made herself look up to meet his gaze, making sure she had her best scowl on. He was quite tall.

“You look cute when you’re trying to look angry.” He smirked at her. His eyes dragged up and down her body slowly, intimately. Fuck, Feyre noticed too late she had really left her room with only a random cropped band t-shirt on, barely there baby blue shorts, mismatching socks, glasses, and her hair wrapped around itself in a ridiculously messy bun with only a chunky wool beige cardigan thrown over herself. 

“I’m not cute.”

“I beg to differ, sweetheart.” He winked at her.

“Don’t call me that,” Feyre ground out.

“Sure, I can switch up pet names. What would you rather instead?” He raised his brows at her in question. 

Before Feyre could stomp on his toes Mor came up from behind him, a red solo cup in hand. “Stop bothering Feyre with your incessant flirting, you brute.”

“Feyre, you say? I don’t believe we’ve met.” He spoke, not breaking eye contact with her.

“Right.” Mor opened the door wider causing the man to stumble and shoot her a glare, Mor only giggled. Now that Feyre could see inside she noticed the small foldable table set up in the center of the room and an array of uno cards scattered across the floor. “Okay, well you’ve kinda met Cassian, he’s an ass. But this is Azriel, Rhysand, and Amren,” she spoke, indicating to each person with her hand. 

Azriel gave her a small, half smile while Amren gave her a disinterested wave of the hand. 

Rhysand, however, studied her with an intense gaze that Feyre returned. She hadn’t seen the front of his face up close until now and she could not say she was disappointed whatsoever. Gods, he was like a greek god or something. He looked as if his face and body had been expertly sculpted out of the finest marble. He had black hair that was longer on top and adorably tousled, eyes that were such a specific shade of deep blue they might appear violet in some lights, and bronzed skin. Azriel and Cassian were definitely not bad on the eyes but Rhysand was just something else in her mind. It didn’t hurt he was also wearing the batman pajama bottoms.

Feyre might’ve thought he was having a similar inner monologue to her own but the harsh reality of what she was wearing right now, her bare face, and her hair’s state had her banishing that possibility. He too seemed as if he were in a bit of a daze, studying her. 

“And this guys is Feyre. She lives next door,” Mor finished off. 

Cassian gave Rhysand’s ribs a sharp jab. Rhysand looked a bit startled at first but recovered swiftly, giving Feyre a small tilt of his head in acknowledgment. “Well, it is lovely to finally meet you, Feyre,” Cassian smiled at her. 

Feyre nodded her head, still a little distracted by Rhysand. “You too, sorry for interrupting.” 

“No, no, you’re all good. I’m really sorry were we being too loud? Were you trying to sleep?” Mor asked so sweetly and genuinely Feyre almost felt bad for coming to ask her to quiet down in the first place.

“I-I no, um, it’s alright actually. Have a good night.” Feyre stammered, turning on her heel to end this embarrassing exchange. 

She heard Mor reply with the same sentiment before disappearing back into her dorm. She closed the door and leaned her head against the solid wood. 

That was not the smoothest interaction she’s ever had, that’s for sure. 

She sat back down at her desk and stared at her work before picking up her pencil once more. It was substantially quieter now, Mor must’ve known what had bothered Feyre in the first place. 

She tried to finish her sketch of Alis but her inspiration to do so had dissipated. With that, Feyre turned to the next page, letting her mind take over as her pencil flowed across the paper. She was somewhat aware of who she was now outlining but couldn’t find it in herself to stop. When she got an idea or saw something that intrigued her she had to draw it, like an itch that wouldn’t go away until it gets scratched. 

In record time a completed portrait stared back at her, more specifically Rhysand’s stupid, perfect face stared back at her. Feyre groaned and put her head in her hands.

~~~

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[delightfulfics]

The Reunion (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Sorry this took so long. My head was a mess and I couldn’t figure out how to write this and was feeling unmotivated but I think I have done it. Hope everyone is safe and well. Enjoy! :)

Anon Prompt: Bucky and Reader reunite and Bucky tries to figure out if Reader is still ticklish. Bucky is successful but he forgets... he has the same weakness.

Next up: @notmeblahh’s prompt :)

“Hello! Is anyone here?”

When you heard the voice as it echoed throughout the house you jumped off the couch and ran towards the front door. You didn’t have to ask who it was that entered the house. You have heard his voice throughout your whole life and have been waiting to hear for a year.

“Hey sweethe-“ Bucky didn’t get to finished his sentence as you jumped into his arms.

“I missed you...”

Bucky smiles and tightens his grip around your waist.

“Missed you too sweetheart.”

This had to be one of the best moments of your life. Reunited with your best friend and older brother after being a year apart. No matter how much you begged him not to leave, he had to. For you and for himself. He was put on deadly missions, was injured several times and had about six near death experience in the last year. He didn’t want you involved in any of it because if you were hurt in anyway he wouldn’t know what to do. At first you were angry with him that he left you, worried for him every single second of the day but at the end you understood. He wanted to protect you.

“Are you gonna get down soon? You are kinda heavy.”

“Nope.”

Bucky sighs, “Fine.”

Bucky removes himself from the entry way, closes the front door and makes his way to the living room where you sat just moments before. You both start to relax as he sits down on the couch with you wrapped around his waist.

“How long are you gonna be here for.”

“For as long as you need me, sweetheart,” you smiled at his sweet comment and buried yourself deeper into his arms.

“Y/N, you are crushing me.”

“Deal with it.”

Bucky rolled his eyes knowing how stubborn you were and switched on a movie.

About 45 minutes later you and Bucky were relaxing on the couch, you dozing off to sleep next to him and Bucky’s eyes glued to the screen. He hasn’t really focusing on you since he forgot you were there since this was a normal occurrence but his attention shifted when a scene popped on the screen. A young gentlemen and his nephew playing around, Bucky didn’t really think of it but that changed when laughter filled the room.

“The tickle monster’s gotta ya!” the young gentlemen said on the screen.

Bucky sat there, wondering why that sounded so familiar. He removed his eyes from the television and shifted to you, cuddled into the Winter Solider’s side. Then it clicked. It sounded familiar because he played the same game with you. Chasing you around, catching you and throwing you into the air as you giggled and shrieked in excitement. He remembered as it always brought you joy and also himself. As he was recalling these happy memories you were waking up for your short nap.

“Buck.”

No response.

“Bucky.”

Still no response.

“James!”

Bucky jumped as you yelled his name and turned to face you, a large suspicious grin on his face.

“Hi Sleeping Beauty.”

“Shut up,” you groaned at the tease and punched him lightly in the arm. “What’s up with the Joker grin?”

He chuckled at your comment and turned his body to fully face yours, preparing for an attack.

“Remember the games we used to play?”

“Nope. Why? You wanna play hide and seek? Or freeze tag?” you asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. But just one thing... are you still ticklish?”

You did not expect to be asked that. If you had you would’ve reacted better than you had. In response to your brother’s question you froze up but, quickly recovered.

“No.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I am positive.”

“You mind if I test that theory out, sweetheart?”

“Why? You don’t need to since I already said that-“ you squeaked as you felt a jab to one of your sides. You froze once again and your eyes popped out of your head. You shook your head slowly at him as you saw the shit eating grin on his face and started to slowly back away from him. He took notice and before you could get off the couch he pulled you to him and placed you on his lap.

“No. No!” you pushed at Bucky’s hands as he started to get closer to your sensitive sides.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk... Y/N,” he decided to make it easier for himself and grabbed your wrist, placing them above your head.

“Bucky, don’t.”

“Don’t what, munchkin?”

“Tickle me!” Oh fuck. Oh no. No. No! What an idiot you were. You fell for the most simplest trick in the book.

“Oh it would be my pleasure!” he said with excitement and dug his hand into your ribs. You screamed and kicked your legs as you felt his fingers dig in between each of your ribs.

“BUCKY!”

“Y/N!”

“PLEASE!”

“Please move? Got it!” his hands then moved from your ribs to dig into your worst spot and his favorite, your thighs. Your head slammed on his leg as you cackled loudly and kicked your legs out to remove his hands.

“Y/N! Did you just try to kick me?”

“NO I DID NOT!

“I think you did...”

“NO I SWEAR I DID NOT.”

“Fine. Since you didn’t kick me I cut you some slack,” he said and removed his hand from your knees and gave you a breather.

“T-thank-k y-you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Your break was very short as Bucky then shoved his hands up both of your armpits. His metal arm making the whole thing worse then it already was.

“BUCKY!! STOP IT.”

“Stop what?” he smiled down at you and fluttered his metal fingers into your neck, making you scrunch up your neck and his crush his fake fingers.

“PLE-EASE!?”

“I will stop if you say that you love me and missed me.”

“I-I LOVE YOU.”

“And?”

“I MISSED YOU!”

“And?”

“AND?!”

He rolled his eyes, “Tell me I am the best brother.”

“YOU ARE THE-E HAHAAHA.”

“Y/N...”

“BEST BROTHER.”

“Now say it all together.”

“BUCKY!!”

“Okay, okay,” he removed his hands but kept you in his arms. He smiled once again as he looked at you with your hair all over the place, your cheeks bright red, and giggles still streaming out of your mouth. What he didn’t know that was you were ready to get revenge. So you did.

“AHHH!” Bucky screamed as you jumped on Bucky and wrestled him to the floor. It was difficult and you almost fell off but you were able to stay on top of him and latch onto his sides. “Y/NNN! NOO!”

“But I didn’t even get to your worst spot yet Buck,” you smirked down at him and pried his human arm up, quickly shoving your hand into his armpit. As your hand came in contact he flipped out. Chuckling loudly and trying to push your roaming hand out of his armpit. Sadly, he was too weak to do so and you happily continued.

“I AM SORRY!”

“Are you sure about that though?”

“YES PLE-AHAHAH.”

Giving him a little bit of mercy you retracted your hand out and moved to his sides, scratching softly over the skin.

“What were you saying?”

“I-I amM soR-ry.”

“And?”

“And?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I am the best little sister in the world right?”

“I don-nt thi-ink tha- OKK YOUU ARE.”

“I am what?”

“THE BESTT LITTTLE SISSTERR.”

“I guess that is acceptable,” Bucky sighed in relief as he couldn’t feel your tickling hands.

“Yo-ou a-are e-evil,” he said as he pointed to you.

“What can I say?” you kissed his cheek, slowly got up from your spot on the floor, and looked down at the giggling solider with a smile. “I learned from the best.”

[8makes1cheese]

f2l with Song Mingi♡

Pairing: Mingi X Reader

RoommateAU, (and like High SchoolAU in the beginning and kinda CollegeAU?)

Tags: cursing, shitty attempts at comedy, fluff, kinda sorta suggestive?, ig drug use and drinking?(booze and weed)

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Okay so, this is my first bullet scenario thing? and its weird...like this is so weird but I tried XD it ended up this weird mix between bullet scenario and oneshot fic and i-

...............all I can do is practice and try to get better but yeah. SO HERES THIS :D (im srry don hate me T-T)

-Finding Your Best Friend-

this bb would be the best-est friend you would have in this world

probably why you fell for him in the first place, but let's not get to ahead of ourselves

you guys met freshman year of high school

your guys' mutual friend Yunho is really the reason why

you just moved to town, and since said town was small, it was clear to you that everybody knew everybody else

you felt pretty lonely on the first day because of that

second day of freshman year is where is all started to come together

you were looking for a nice spot to sit and have your lunch outside because you didn't want to look like the weird loner person eating by themselves in silence

you found a pretty spot under a big tree near the track field, you put a random cool cake making tutorial on your phone and ate your lunch

the video was at a part where they were placing intricate designs in frosting all over the cake when you hear "Whoa, that is so cool!"

you jump about 3 feet in the air and immediately gather up your phone and get up to spin around to see who interrupted your quiet time

a young man, not sure his grade, with peach colored hair and a worried expression on his face, raises his hands in a surrender pose

'okay but what the hell was he doing, watching my phone behind the tree?'

well reader, we'll never know

"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to scare you that bad! Really, I am so so so sorry!"

you, still in shock, just nod at him

now you're both just standing in front of each other

not saying anything

....well

this is awkward

"I-I'm Yunho...by the way."

you clear your throat, not sure why, nervous habit

"[Y/N].."

"So, uh... Haven't seen you around here before.."

once you explained you were new, and new to the town in general. There was no escape.

you were now best friends with the giant teddy bear and there was nothing you could do about it

yunho immediately took you under his wing and showed you around the campus. Then the town itself after school was out.

but Ro this seems to be turning into a yunho x reader fic/ bullet scenario

stfu I'm getting there

what did this turn into even

so now you and Yunho are bffs

enter giant teddy bear 2.0

you and yunho are hanging out at lunch, it's become a usual for the past two weeks

and Yunhos other bff is becoming sus about why Yunho hasn't been eating with him at lunch or doesn't seem to have as much time after school for him

that's when giant teddy bear 2.0 (if you don't know that its Mingi then idek-) finds his bestie with some random chick

a really adorable random chick

"So this is where you have been?"

you and Yunho start, not expecting someone to find your guys' spot

Also, deja vu, amiright?

"Oh, hey Mingi!" Yunho greets the tall dirty blonde haired teddy bear

And you're totally not sitting there thinking, 'holy shit, he is...wow.'

and that's how it all started

he stayed and introduced himself and you hit it off just as well as you and yunho did

maybe even better..

he started showing up everyday, at the what was dubbed 'The Cool Kids Spot™️' by you all, with yunho

even tho we all know you guys were NOT the cool kids

then it went to him being at the spot before everyone showed up

so he could see you first

then it turned into him meeting you up after class so you both could grab your food together and meet up Yunho at The Spot™️

before you could even realize it, he became your person

you were the first person he ran up to and hugged after him and Yunhos dance group took home 1st place at a competition

he was the first person you called when you were told that your poem won an award

you were the person he'd come to if he needed any kind of advice

and he was the first person you went to if you needed to get out of your head or your anxiety was getting to you

the high school years went by so fast

a lot changed

but what never changed was Mingi, he may have grown

and damn he grew

but he was your constant (and yes, yunho too, we can't forget yunho bro)

-Knowing They're The One-

high school came and went

Mingi and Yunho were accepted by a prestigious performing arts school

you, however, were going to just a regular college

luckily, both schools weren't terribly far from each other

which is why, instead of suffering in dorms, you and Mingi decided to get a apartment together, not far from both schools

yunhos ass stayed with his parents because they live like right next to the school, lucky hoe

you all still make time for each other

but you and Mingi prefer to stay in, order takeout and watch random stuff on YouTube

whenever you or Mingi went out it was always together (unless it was classes)

Grocery shopping? Together. Doctors appointment? Together. Girls night? Together. Guys night? Together.

"So, you must be suffering right now" his friend Yeosang said to him on a rare guys night that didn't involve you.

Mingi looked at Yeosang perplexed, ignoring whatever Wooyoung was talking to him about

"What are you talking about?"

"You and [Y/N] are literally always together, the fact she isn't here surprises me."

Mingi laughed. "We're not always together."

A cacophony of "LIES" and "BULLSHIT" filled the air as all of Mingi friends called him out on his bullshit

Mingi could feel his face heating up

"W-well, so what if we are! Were best friends AND roommates."

"And lovers~" his friend San whispered in his ear from behind and laughed, dancing away before Mingi could hit him

"We're not together!" Mingi exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"But you want to be."

Mingi turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was Yunho, leaning against the entrance of the kitchen everyone was gathered in

He was looking at Mingi with a smirk

Mingi knew Yunho knew how he felt about you

and not because he told him

well...he kinda did

FLASHBACK TIME

it was your guys' high school graduation

more specifically, the night of, and you were all partying and yunhos house

celebrating the fact that you all were officially adults now

lol you thought

and what better way to celebrate that than with underage drinking

be safe kids, don't drink irresponsibly

and Mingi. Got. Wasted.

by the end of the night, he was crying (and maybe puked once or twice...) in Yunhos arms about how beautiful you were, and how amazing and talented you were

wouldn't shut up about how soft and perfect you feel in his arms when he hugs you or vice versa

"She is my soulmate." After every other sentence mentioning how perfect you are

but wait, where were you while Mingi was crying and puking you ask?

That night you met Yeonjun, who is now one of your closest friends

  at first, a friend of Wooyoungs, who you all became friends with junior year, along with his best friend San

Yeonjun, who went to a different school across town, was invited along by Woo and San

you and Yeonjun hit it off so well, drinking and laughing, and talking about how much he loves his boyfriend Soobin, and maybe you drunkingly going on about how amazing Mingi is

however, Mingi didn't know Yeonjun

and what he saw that night was you, enjoying your time with someone who wasn’t him, laughing at jokes that weren't his, hanging all over someone who could never know you as well as he did (and that totally wasn't the reason that Mingi drank like 2 bottles of straight vodka, not at all)

and at that moment

he knew

he fucked up

he was in love with you

OKAY END OF FLASHBACK

Mingi wasn't sure what to say

he could deny it sure, but he knew it was useless

not after every person in the room gave him a knowing smirk after Yunhos comment

“She doesn't-”

“Oh, whatever. you guys are literally already a couple. And dont even try to deny that. If she was here right now, she’d probably be on your lap and you two would be sitting in some corner of the house whispering some weird drunk lovey shit to each other.”

well...

Mingi really didn't have a argument for that

that night he came home sober

but you didn't know that until months later when he told you he wasn't actually drunk

anyways when he got home you were sitting in the living room

music playing away on YouTube while you type away on your laptop

you didn't hear him come in, softly singing along to the song under your breath

he stood there for a moment and just..looked at you

your hair was a mess

you had on the same clothes as yesterday

probably haven't done a skincare routine in months

you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life

he felt so much love swell in his chest

hes known it for a while now but at that moment all that was going on in his head was

“That’s my soulmate. I love her. I love her so much.”

“Hey.”

he wasn't sure if he had said it loud enough but apparently he had because you flinched and turned to see who the ‘intruder’ was

“Oh, Mingi! Shit, you scared me...” you laughed. “How was guys night?”

He made his was over to sit on the couch as you told him how your paper was coming along and then waited for him to answer your question

he sat for a good minute not saying anything

“Mingi?”

he looked at you

“you okay hun?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek

and then he kissed you

it was so quick, you had no time to register that it was happening at all

and he left just as quickly

slamming the door to his bedroom and leaving you flustered and panicked

-So....Lovers?-

the morning after the kiss was the most awkward moment that you and Mingi had ever had

luckily it didn't last long at all

you two were silent, awkwardly making breakfast

then Mingi busted out with “Man, I’m so hungover! I barely remember anything from last night!”

“Do...do you remember anything from when you came home?”

“No, to be honest, I don't even remember coming home...”

-cue forced laughter-

-cue Mingi not trying to be disappointed when you looked relieved-

 he asked you if anything happened and tried not to feel sad about the fact you were going on about how nothing happened and he just came home and went to bed

why wouldn't you mention the kiss? maybe everyone had it wrong, you didn't feel the same. why else would you avoid it?

but everything went back to...normal

you two would cuddle every night on the couch

you showed up to every guys night like usual

(there may or may not have been more knowing smirks thrown Mingis way)

he showed up to the rare girls nights you'd have with your (like 2) girlfriends

(they literally just consisted of everyone chilling in some secluded spot and sparking up a blunt or two and bull-shittng)

but everything wasn't normal

because even though it lasted 0.0002 seconds long

Mingi cannot stop thinking about that kiss

neither can you for that matter

that's when you confided in your bestie Yeonjun

who knew all about your love for your other bestie

you went to Yeonjuns one Saturday afternoon without mingi

its been a month since the kiss and Yeonjun is only disappointed in the fact that you didn't tell him sooner

his solution was simple, just tell him how you feel

its so god damn obvious he feels the same

but who are you to do the simple thing right?

so what do you do?

you go with Soobins idea

and :) you:) go:) on:) a:) blind:) date:) with one of soobin and yeonjuns friends:)))))))

well

at least you were supposed to..

the night comes when you were supposed to meet at a nice cafe with their friend Beomgyu

you. were. lookin. FIRE BABY

slaayyyyy

you were in the kitchen grabbing your keys

and maybe prolonging the fact that your going out with someone who isn't MIngi

when Mingi walked out to heat himself up a noodle cup

and maybe one for you too because he didn't think you were going anywhere and was going to ask if you wanted to chill in his room and play mario kart

his jaw DROPPED when he saw you

he felt like he was just kicked in the gut, all breath left his lungs

and he may or may not have gotten an instant boner but-

he cleared his throat to get your attention

“You look...nice.” wow, Mingi, smooth

“O-oh, thanks, um... ill be back later okay?”

when Mingi asked where you'll be going and you said you had a blind date, he swears to this day he blacked out for a moment

next thing he knew he had you pushed against the counter

“Mingi-”

“No.”

“w-what..”

“You don't have a date.”

“But I do-”

then his lips were pressed against yours

and unlike the first, this one lasted a hell of a lot longer than 0.0002 seconds

it wasn't fireworks or butterflies or a sudden realization of unconditional love

it was rough and messy and filled with so many emotions including relief that your love for each other can finally blossom

you didn't say a word to each other when you parted

you stared at each other for a while, panting with big smiles on your faces

once your breathing returned to normal you gently pushed him back so you weren't pressed against the counter anymore

“I’m going to change in PJ's.”

Mingis smile lit up his whole face. “But I thought you had a date..”

“No, I don't.” you kissed his cheek and left to change.

-YES LOVERS FINALLY-

so you guys never really sat down and were like ‘hey so are we...?’

because you both knew you just....were

after that night you guys started acting like you had been dating for months

it was just like before

because of course, like always, Yunho was right

you guys already acted like you were dating

now kisses and a lot more were added to the mix

which just made everything 1000x better

everyone knew it was just a matter of time

you loved waking up to his arms wrapped around your waist and him softly snoring in your ear

he loved waking up to you peppering kisses all over his collar bones and neck

your loved bloomed♡

A/N pt2: Im sorry if the end seems so rushed as well, I started running out of steam and my mind blanked but I didn't want to prolong this and never post it...like i do with everything...

Thank you for reading!

[pffbts]

Haiii Loubeee... Please can you make a Jimin fluff for me preferably when y/n is upset and hiding in the library.. thenx 💕💕

GENRE. fluff; angst.

CHARACTERS. park jimin x reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 2.3 K

AUTHOR`S NOTE.  jimin is a certified pabo but that’s also the reason why i love him so fucking much. it physically hurts. btw, it`s raining here in kolkata so i`m writing a lot. happy reading, bub and thank you for requesting!

[10:53 PM] [rains are only fun when someone is in the library]

―jimin could end up becoming a stalker but he breezes his way through the shelves picking up the book he had to.

jimin could end up falling more in love but he still breezes through the shelves and almost shakes the sleeping librarian off his sleep by placing the said book in front of him.

it wasn`t like he really intended to do so. feelings―they just don`t happen by being said, they happen out of nowhere and it wasn`t exactly his fault that his curiosity killed him every day. since a very younger age, he has been very curious about anything that his mind has been stuck on.

today and for one and a half year, it has been you.

when he first saw you he thought you must be a weird one like him too because no one just spends every day sitting in the library reading books. yes, sure―he isn`t implying that people don`t come here to read apart from him but it`s not something a person would do regularly.

but the thing that set you apart from anyone here was the air that you carried around you. it was like the smell of a lipstick being opened for the first time, it was like the first time you recognized the smell of rain without your mother`s help, it was like the smell of bed sheet after you`ve slept for too long. you were uncertain and it shakes his insides tremendously. he hopes to never lose that feeling.

so that`s how he is now―he`s curious―very much curious about you. he wants to know you. more than feeling you, he wants to know you. maybe people won`t understand him if he ever tells them about his perspective of love for you, also it`s not like he has ever tried speaking about it. it would sound too greasy for their ears. thus, jimin kept his own thoughts within himself and found ways to quench his curiosity.

just like you know someone by their playlist, you can also know by the genre of books they read or more accurately the books they read. it`s their way of indulging in the world they wish for. so, jimin, after one month of observing you from afar decided to pick the books which you return back every fridays.

it`s been one and a half year that jimin`s been doing the same routine and it has never once bothered him because the more he read the books you finished, the more he started diving into you more.

so that perspective that he was talking about―maybe he did try to jot it down a little bit. it will honestly sound nonsensical to anyone but he tried anyway.

what he actually wanted to say that, he just can`t tell why he is only pulled towards you. he doesn`t know if it`s you as a person or it`s the you who lives inside your body is the one who`s pulling him towards this direction. he has found out through the books and its characters that you`ve a knack for sad stories, especially sad endings. now, no one really wants a sad ending in their lives, do they? or is it just a way of coping up with the reader`s own sadness?

some days, he does get sad and wants to comfort you but sadly, he didn`t want to sound like a stalker. he knows he won`t do any harm but he`s still scared. what if one day he does reveal all these and you suddenly stop coming to the library? what if he suddenly can`t tell which is more lonely―his own room or this library?

so he didn`t do what his tempted heart wanted. he kept this little secret of his inside his heart and soul and dodged out all the bullshit thoughts through the windows. he zipped his mouth and concentrated on just being in this melancholic love story which only occurs in his mind. he was after all, at some point one with you. it didn`t matter if it`s just the minds which connect and not the skins.

no matter how much you stop yourself from watching or reading anything with a sad ending or that tragic tag, you just can`t stop your fingers from hovering over the keyboard to click on that drama/anime/manga or the sad books in the library. it disturbs your mind but you feel like your head is heavy, the place where the cerebrospinal fluid should be there, it just continues to be filled with pebbles and pebbles of dark thoughts and you find yourself spiralling down the river of depression.

it`s not like the incident at home is anything better. there`s always been tension in that house`s air but you still found sanity inside yourself, thanks to your mother who tried to cheer you up occasionally. but that doesn`t mean you don`t have fights with her―and when it happens, it always leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you feel like you had the most tiring day ever.

it`s not like things are starting to surprise you anymore. everything is dull and badly animated. where it should have been a watercoloured background, it`s just dull grey areas and uneven surfaces. but the most bittersweet relationship that you`ve is with the rain especially the time during the start of autumn when festivals are starting to show its colour and you don`t even know the alphabets which make up for the word happiness. your fingers, the tip of your tongue feels barren of the same word. it just doesn`t make sense, because you know there are people who`re sadder than you, more depressed than you but maybe they, just like you want a ray of sunlight in their life. but it`s still barren―this place which we call our world.

but that library was your escape, though you still opted for sad ending books and that empty feeling after finishing a good book.

today just like last evening, it`s been raining all day and though nature`s depression is accompanying your own, you`ve a hunch that today won`t be like any other day. well, anyway, that was bound to happen. after all, today you were just going to pull out five of your favourite books you had already finished some weeks back and then take the train to your friend`s place to spend a day at her place and also give her the books she asked for.

as usual you gave a curt nod to the constant drowsing librarian while entering, but instead of taking your usual seat, you went directly to the shelves you had to get your books from. from the corner of your eyes, you saw the usual faded blue haired guy sitting at his own regular seat scheming through the lines of his book. the way he was holding the book, you had trouble seeing the title. you moved your eyes back to your hands which pulls out the last book from the shelf instead of giving any further fruitless gaze to the guy.

walking back towards the place where the librarian sat, you place the five books you had to take. you pulled out your membership card and gave it to her while she writes down the date for return. you told her it will take about a month to return all them all together.

through her spec, she looks up at you with that same drowsy look, “what is it with you and that guy reading the same book all the time? can`t you both just share them rather than making me work twice?”

you felt a jolt in you and you moved your face forward, “what do you mean reading the same book?”

she closes her eyes for a whole two seconds and opens them up but this time you saw an expression on her face that you never thought you would see on her―she was smiling and it was a smile which had secrets.

“i bet that young guy is in love with you. i saw a movie like that with my daughter some years ago. the guy who was in love with the girl read all the books she read. ah,” she proceeds to scratch her scalp with the back of her pen, “i just can`t seem to remember the name of the film―”

“whisper of the heart? are you talking about the 1995 ghibli film?”

her eyes glows and she moved her pen furiously at that, “yes! that one. ah, that was such a good film.” she sits back in her chair still smiling.

“but anyway, it`s just my thoughts. youngsters these days are something else. also i trust you. you can keep them for one month but you`ll be fined if you don`t return them in the same condition.” the librarian who has successfully thrown you into another dimension, returns back to writing your name on the book`s card. “if you weren`t a regular i wouldn`t even allow this.” while she continues to mumble on her own, you stir your face a little to watch the guy reading the book he`s holding in the way same you saw some while ago.

this old lady must be in some dreamworld, you thought, you didn`t even have any thought about his existence outside this library and this guy―this good looking guy can`t be in love with you. yes, you nodded to yourself, she`s definitely dreaming on her own.

suddenly, you saw the cards on which she was writing your name and you saw another name just after the first time your name was written. it read PARK JIMIN and it baffled you that even that guy`s name was pretty enough in your eyes and it was all the same. literally all the times you`ve issued these five books, he has issued them just after that. he must have really been committed in his dedication.

you push the books inside your side bag while the librarian throws you a quick nod and along with that the same mischievous smile from some minutes ago. you shake your head at her and walk out of the library.

you weren`t exactly expecting anything new but the next day when you entered the library you were hoping for a glimpse from that guy. but your legs stopped from moving any further as you watch his usual seat empty. i mean, you thought it`s alright―maybe he got sick or something, after all, it`s been raining for the last three days. maybe something might`ve come up at his place…and it didn`t even occur to you until you felt the gush of wind against your face, which was only possible if someone is cutting through the wind.

“hey! no running in the library!” you heard the librarian`s voice booming through the library but your feet didn`t listen to her words and instead, you placed yourself at the entrance of the library, your body heaving against the large pillar that gave the library behind you a grand look.

when you had finally caught up with your breath, your eyes move up and there stood a drenched park jimin―his hair which was already starting to look like dull blue was scattered against his forehead, his eyes were wide and there was a worrisome look in them. clearly, he had forgotten about his umbrella even though the forecast said it would be raining for a whole week. oh, how much of a stupid this guy is, you felt anger and a sign of relief building in you but it didn`t stop you from looking at him in the eye.

“umbrella?” you start with your breathless voice, “did you forget that?”

jimin, whose eyes had moved away from your face returned to that same spot only to feel a certain warmness oozing from his insides. out of habit, he pulls at the strand of his fading blue hair, “ah, yes. is everything okay in the library?”

“huh?” you ask him, suddenly feeling too dumb.

“i mean, you`re heaving. are you sick? is everything okay?” he moves his hand behind and looks back for a split second before continuing, “i know a doctor’s chamber nearby. do you want to―”

“no!” you shook yourself by your own voice and then standing up straight you cough back, “i`m fine. i just needed some air and―rain! i wanted to see how much it`s raining…”

“ah, that. yes, it`s been raining hard, isn`t it?” jimin now walks towards you but he shakes himself a bit and messes up his hair in that process too. he literally looked like a drenched duckling and it was so adorable you wanted to hide behind the same pillar you were previously leaning onto.

“let`s go then,” you say, your voice too little.

jimin hums back at you, “sure.”

and, you both enter the library finding yourself in the comfort around the walls that enclose both of you while it pours a little harder than before. you conclude to yourself that rains are only fun when someone`s in the library―with you.

fin.

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Roger´s POV of Jealous (SMUT)

Summary: Roger´s POV of Jealous Warnings: SMUT (18+), angst, masturbation A/N: This is really short, but you guys wanted it so here it is! Roger and John are roommates in this setting. Thanks for reading! Word count: 1.4 K

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Roger was fuming as he drove over to the restaurant. Who did John think he was? Making a move on his ex-girl? That was out of order. Sure, he was the one to break up with you, but he hadn´t really realized his feelings for you until it was too late. He wasn´t even sure if he actually wanted to be with you. Okay, he did. But you were a bad match. You would always fight. The make-up sex was good though, perhaps that´s what he missed the most. Your body.

John wouldn´t sleep with you, would he? Roger shook the thought out of his head as he pulled up outside.

The date was fine, at least as long as it lasted. The girl had made up some stupid excuse to leave, claiming she had to go home and feed her cat. Roger knew for a fact she didn´t even have one, but he couldn´t be asked to argue. You were all that was on his mind. That was probably why his date left anyways.

Roger contemplated going over to Brian´s for the night instead of going home to face you and John, but he knew he had Chrissy over. Freddie was out for the night so that was not an option. He could always rent a hotel room, but it felt silly. It was his house after all.

However, he regretted his decision the second he stepped into the flat. He could hear the faint sounds of kissing before he even saw you two. But nothing could prepare him for the sight. John had you pinned against the wall, his lips trailing down you exposed chest. Your head thrown back in pleasure. Roger´s heart sank in his stomach.

Your eyes met his.

“Hi”, you said, pushing John away. Roger wanted nothing more than to punch John square in the face, but instead he held back his aggression, his knuckles going white from how hard he was clenching his hand.

“Y/N, John”, he said. Roger´s eyes fell on John, shooting him a mean look. But John didn´t seem too bothered, he only raised his eyebrows. Making Roger even madder.

“Thought you were out for the night”, John said, sliding his hand down to your ass. Fuck him. That ass used to be Roger´s to touch.

“She had to go, something came up”, Roger said, focusing his gaze on you instead. His eyes immediately softening. “I uh- don´t stop on my account”

Roger did mind, and you all knew it. But he didn´t want to cause a scene either. He knew it was over between you.

“Wasn’t planning to”

John started walking you towards the bedroom.

“Right”, Roger mumbled, drawing in a deep breath. He had fucked up.

Roger slammed the door to his room shut, throwing himself on the bed with a thud. He knew you were just on the other side of the wall, he could hear you talk. He couldn´t make out what you were saying, but when he heard the familiar noise of your moans, he groaned. God, he had missed those sounds, and he was fuming that he wasn´t the one who made you make them.

Roger couldn´t help but let his mind wander to the last time you had sex. It was after an argument, both of you riled up with aggression. The moans you made that night sounded just like the ones you were making now, and Roger´s cock started stirring in his pants.

He shouldn´t be doing this, absolutely not. But he couldn´t help but reach a hand down to palm his bulge. It just felt so good, and your moans were so hot. He could hear John too, but when he closed his eyes, all he could see was himself pounding into you.

Roger cursed under his breath, he had to cum. He fumbled with his belt, hearing your moans get louder and louder. When his cock was finally free of its restraints, he let out a sigh of relief. Roger wrapped a hand around his hard cock, using his pre-cum as lube. He twisted his hand around the tip before setting a steady pace.

The bed on the other side of the wall started banging against the wall, and Roger couldn´t help but let his hand follow the same pace. He was way too hot, a thin layer of sweat covering his entire body, but he needed the release. Fuck, he had hoped his date would let him shag her, but no such luck. He hadn’t slept with anyone since you, and it was definitely affecting his stamina. His balls already drawing up, the knot in his stomach tightening.

Roger heard John tell you that he was close, followed by a pretty moan. You were yelling for him to don´t stop, and Roger found himself unable too as well. He cupped his balls with his free hand, rolling them around in his grasp.

The second he heard that tell-tale moan you always made when you came, rope after rope of sticky hot cum shot out of his cock. It coated his hand, some of it dribbling down to his t-shirt. Shit, now that was ruined too.

Roger threw his head back, staring onto the ceiling. He had just jerked off to the sounds of his best friend fucking his ex. And if that was bad, he even had to leave his room when he heard you start to moan again. Roger decided on taking a shower, but memories of when you last joined him there almost made him hard yet again.

But what was even worse, was seeing John´s smug face the next morning. Roger was trying to enjoy a cup of coffee, when the brunette strode into the kitchen, all whistling and happy. His entire body radiating “I just had sex”.

“Good morning”, John said, walking over to the fridge. He pulled out ingredients for eggs and bacon. What Roger used to make you in the morning.

“Fuck off”, Roger mumbled, feeling his anger rising within.

“Look Roger, I´m sorry. And I´m sorry that you had to hear it, but you were the one who came home”, John said, cracking an egg into the pan. “You know how I feel about Y/N”

“And you know how I feel about her”

“You don´t have feelings for her, that’s why you dumped her. You just miss her body, and I get that. She´s an amazing shag”, John said. He knew it would piss Roger off, and he was right. Roger shot out of his chair, balling his fist in the air as he closed in on John. If looks could kill.

Roger would have punched him too if you hadn´t gotten in the way.

“Oh my god what are you doing, Roger?”, you yelled.

You slid in between them, staring up at Roger with those beautiful eyes of yours. He felt his heart sink in his chest. Those eyes used to be filled with love, now it was regret he saw I them.

“Deaky promised me he wouldn´t sleep with you”, Roger said. He instinctively reached out to place his hands on your waist, but you pulled them away. Looking up at him strictly.

Roger sighed.

“I heard you guys all fucking night”

“Actually I never promised, you just said she wouldn´t shag me”, John said, causing Roger´s attention to drift.

“I don’t fucking care, John. That’s my ex-girl, I still love her”, Roger yelled. He didn´t even realize what he said until it was too late, his eyes widening in panic. “Shit okay I do, I still love you, Y/N”

He could tell by your body language that you were upset, but it was true. He did love you, and he kicked himself for dumping you. What he wouldn’t give to take it all back. His heart sinking when he saw John slide his arms around your waist. You didn´t stop him like you did with him. Roger had been replaced.

“Oh, so now you love me? How convenient. Roger, you dumped me. Live with it. I´m an adult, if I want to be with John then I will. And I do”, you said, pausing to smile softly. “You blew your change. I´m sorry, Roger. We´re over”

Roger closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to be mature about it, he knew that. He didn´t want to cause a scene in front of you. So, he turned on his heel and left the house. Leaving his heart in a pile on the kitchen floor. It was his own fault.

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Dancing With Ben Week 4

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Country Night - Rumba

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

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A/N: Things are starting to heat up! And, they have two dances this week :)

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3

Week 4 here we go!!!

You straightened your stetson pulled your boots on tighter. Then you kicked open the door to the rehearsal studio. Ben took one look at you and burst out laughing. You donned the hat, a flannel shirt over your sports bra and leggings, and cowboy boots. You pointed finger guns at Ben.

“Saddle up, cowboy,” you said with a thick southern accent. “It’s country night.”

He leaned against the wall to hold himself up. He was wheezing with laughter now. 

“Oh my God,” he panted, wiping a tear from his eye. “You’re adorable.”

That took you aback. 

“Oh, no, am I going to have to dress like that?” he asked, bypassing the compliment and your blushing.

You shook your head as you removed your little costume. “Not for our dance. We’re actually slowing it down this week. We have a rumba.” 

You kicked off the cowboy boots to change into your sneakers.

“A rumba?” he questioned. “To a country song?”

“Country music can actually be great for ballroom,” you explained. “We’re dancing to the song Every Little Thing by Carly Pearce. Have you heard it?”

He shook his head. “I have absolutely no knowledge of country music.”

You smiled. “That’s alright. It’s really emotional and great for rumba.”

“Sounds good,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to dress up like a cowboy.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you corrected. “I said not for our dance. We’re doing a team dance too. For that one, I believe you will be dressed up, but I don’t know if the wardrobe is finalized.”

“A team dance?”

You nodded. “Yep! We’re working with a few other couples to put together a bigger number. Think you can handle it?” You nudged his arm. “Cowboy?”

He smirked. “As long as you’re my coach.”

You smiled at him as heat came over your cheeks.

“Before we get started though, let’s chat,” you said, shaking your head to clear it. 

You sat across from each other and quite naturally fell into helping each other stretch by clasping hands and gently pulling over your outstretched legs.

“So, bottom three,” you said. “That was...awful.”

“It really was,” he agreed. “I felt like we’d done so well, and we were on top of the leaderboard with our scores from the judges. I was shocked as well as scared.”

“Me too,” you said. “I’m not ready for this to be over.”

“Me neither,” he said. “So I’m going to work ever harder for you.”

You smiled. “For yourself, most importantly, okay?”

“Sure,” he said with a nod. 

You finished stretching together and then you started on breaking down the routine. The thing about the rumba is that it’s close quarters. And to tell the story you wanted to tell with the choreography, you would be in Ben’s arms through ninety percent of it. You were frequently pressed up against him when you weren’t doing a turn or a dip. At one point, he had to run a hand up your side, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the feeling. 

After the first day of rehearsal, you had the basics pretty much down, but you were feeling a little differently about Ben. You weren’t sure if he was feeling it too, but you certainly felt a sexual tension. But maybe that was just because it had been a while since you had gone to bed with someone. A ding from your phone drew you out of your thoughts. It was a text from Sharna.

A bunch of us are going out for drinks, you and Ben in?

“Hey,” you said to Ben. “Wanna get some drinks?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Oh! Uh, Sharna texted and said a few couples from the show are going. You wanna come?”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. 

“We don’t have to get changed or anything, we all usually just go straight from rehearsal,” you said when you noticed him glance down at his sweaty t-shirt and joggers. 

“Even better,” he said. 

You packed up from rehearsal and got into your car to head to the usual bar you and the other pros took the stars. It was a lowkey place that was open late and had cheap food. The drink specials weren’t half bad either. When you arrived, you saw Sharna, Witney, Lindsay, and Alan were already at a table with their partners. 

“Hey!” you greeted as you slid into a chair next to Witney. 

Ben took a seat on the other side of you, shaking hands with Alan and the other guys. 

“I’m gonna get something to drink,” you said to Ben. “You want anything?”

“Oh, I’ll get it,” he offered, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him. You were already on your feet.

“Ben, you do not have to dote on me, I’m not that kind of girl,” you said. “What do you want to drink?”

He wanted a beer. You squeezed his shoulder in confirmation, heading to the bar. You ordered a gin and tonic for yourself. You had to pee so you slid the bartender some cash and told him you’d pick up the drinks on your way back. He nodded and you went to the bathroom.

“So, what do you think of Y/N?” Alan asked Ben. 

Ben shifted in his seat. “She’s wonderful, really. I’m learning a lot from her.”

“Ben, this isn’t The View,” Lindsay said. “Come on, tell us what you really think.”

He chuckled. “Alright, I think she’s fucking amazing and I really, really love being around her. She’s just...literally the most fun person I’ve ever met. And so talented.”

“Alright, you don’t have to gush,” Sharna teased.

The bar was just dark enough that they didn’t see his ears turn pink with embarrassment. A few minutes later, you appeared, handing Ben his beer and resuming your seat, cocktail in hand. 

“What have you got?” he asked.

“Gin and tonic,” you replied. 

“I respect that,” he said. “Cheers, coach.”

You smiled at him and clinked glasses before taking a sip. You caught up with the other couples, some of whom would be on your team with you and Ben, so you talked a little about that dance. But mostly, you all forgot about the show for a while and just enjoyed hanging out. Lindsay was taking a boomerang when you suddenly felt exhausted. It was like you’d hit a wall and you could hardly keep your eyes open. 

You looked at your drink. It was about halfway gone, so you knew you weren’t drunk. But your mind was fuzzy and you were just so damn tired. You recognized the feeling from when it had happened to you in college. Your drink had been tampered with. It must have happened between the time the bartender finished the drinks and when you got them returning from the bathroom. You tried to scan the bar to see who might be looking intently at you, but you couldn’t focus. You automatically reached for Ben and held his forearm.

“Something’s wrong,” you said wearily. 

“What?” he returned. “What happened?”

“My drink,” you said. “I need to go home.”

“What’s going on?” Witney asked as she noticed the situation. All eyes were suddenly on you and Ben.

“I think she’s been roofied,” Ben said, concern dripping in his tone. 

“Ben...I’m so tired,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do any of you know where she lives?” he asked, looking around at them. 

“I do,” said Sharna. “We can go in my car.”

At this point you were slumped completely against Ben, unable to even lift your head. Whatever was dropped in your drink must have been powerful, or whoever had done it didn’t know what they were doing and put in too much. He scooped you into his arms, already knowing that you couldn’t walk. 

 Carefully, he carried you and placed you in the back seat of Sharna’s car. You were just barely aware of him climbing in with you, placing your head in his lap. You groaned, just wanting everything to be clear again. Also, you could feel Ben’s leg you weren’t resting on bouncing. 

“I can’t believe this happened,” he said, glowering out the window. 

“Luckily, she felt it coming on,” Sharna remarked, focusing on the road. “And we were all there. God, that sucks, that’s usually a pretty safe place to go.”

“Ben,” you muttered. “Still, please.”

His leg slowed and stopped. “Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

Sharna pulled up to your apartment. She went in with you because she knew your code to get in the gate. As you entered your unit, Ben placed you on the counter, sitting up, but just barely.

“Can you get a glass of water?” he asked Sharna. “I’m afraid to let go of her.”

“Sure,” she said, and grabbed you a cup before retrieving your pitcher from the fridge and filling the cup about half way. 

She handed it to Ben, who brought it to your lips. You were pretty thirsty, so you took a small sip, but you couldn’t hold the cup. Sharna thought quickly and grabbed a straw. You thanked her, slurring your words, before wrapping your lips around the straw and drinking deeply. She watched Ben closely, noticing his clenched jaw and tense muscles.

“Alan just texted,” Sharna said. “They figured out who was doing it because he apparently tried to do the same thing to Lindsay. The bartender called police, and all the girls got fresh drinks.”

“You can head back to the bar if you want,” Ben told her. “I’m gonna make sure she gets to bed. Then I’ll call an Uber to get back to my hotel.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t mind driving you. And you could always come back to the bar with us.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I wouldn’t be much fun now anyway.”

“Alright,” she said. “Goodnight, Ben. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“G’night, Sharna,” you returned sloppily. 

She left, the door closing softly behind her. Ben sighed as he lifted you off the counter, heading for your bedroom. It wasn’t like what he expected. The bed was unmade and clothes were strewn about the floor. He had to swallow hard when he saw a pretty pink thong off to one side. Ignoring that, he placed you on your bed, pulling the covers around you.

“Ben,” you said. “Don’t go.”

“I - I can’t stay, Y/N,” he said, though he hated that he said it. 

“I don’t want you to fuck me,” you said, reaching out for him. “Just have a sleepover. Just sleep. Please.”

He sighed. Then he walked around the bed to the other side and got in beside you. You smiled and scooted closer, folding your body into his. 

“Hold me,” you requested.

He draped his arm around you. You snuggled even closer. He chuckled and you felt his breath on your neck. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” you said. “I’m with you, after all.”

You didn’t even hear him gasp before you were out for the night. 

You woke in the morning to a dull ache behind your eyes. You squeezed them shut for some relief before opening them again. That was when you registered the feeling of an arm around your waist. But you knew that arm. Without looking, you knew it was Ben. You vaguely remembered the previous night. You remembered asking Ben to take you home, but you had no idea how he’d gotten you here or what he was doing sleeping beside you. 

Rolling over to face him, all the breath escaped from your lungs. He looked so beautiful in the low morning light. He looked like a statue of some Greek god. Your fingers went to his face of their own accord, tracing lines across his cheek to be sure he was still flesh and blood - and your dear friend. 

The urge to kiss him was almost overwhelming. Your thumb grazed his bottom lip. That was when his eyes fluttered open, revealing their green depths to you. He smiled. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “Bit of a headache, but that’s all.”

“Good.”

A beat passed.

“This doesn’t feel weird,” you noticed. You were still close together. “Why doesn’t this feel weird?”

“Because we’re friends?” he guessed. “I’m glad it’s not weird. I would have felt terrible leaving you by yourself.”

“Did I ask you to stay?”

He nodded. 

“Well, thank you for doing all that,” you said. “It’s very sweet of you.”

“It would be sweeter if I didn’t have to do those things,” he replied. “At least, not in that context.”

“In a perfect world…” you said with a sigh. 

He drew you in closer and pressed his lips to your forehead. Your eyes fell closed at the contact.

“As it is, I’m glad I was there,” he said. 

“Me too,” you said.

He held you for another moment before pulling away.

“So, we need to get your car and head to rehearsal, don’t we?” he said.

You smiled and nodded.

You took an Uber to the bar to retrieve your car. Then you drove Ben to his hotel so he could change into fresh clothes. His hotel room was surprisingly neat, and it made you feel just a little insecure at what your room must have looked like to him. But, he didn’t seem to be judging you for it. 

You were a little late to rehearsal that morning, but you did not care in the least. Ben was already doing well with the dance, so you didn’t feel like he was missing out, either. When you walked in, you saw Sharna out in the hall.

“Hey!” she cried. “How are you?”

“Fine, really,” you assured her. 

“Good,” she replied. She looked over at Ben. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

“It was nothing,” he said with a shrug.

“It really wasn’t,” she insisted. “But we wanted to start rehearsal for the team dance today, if that works for you guys? So, we’ll spend the morning on individual routines and then the afternoon on the team dance?”

You looked at Ben. “Works for us, right?”

“Whatever you say, coach.”

You grinned. “Alright, we’ll see you after lunch.”

“Great!” she said, and then jogged down the hall to her studio.

“Let’s get started,” you said, entering your studio with Ben.

You worked all morning on the rumba. After the previous night, being so close to Ben was not as jarring, although some moves still made your heart stutter. In the afternoon, you met up with the rest of your team to start choreographing the team dance. You had the Dolly Parton song “9 to 5” so you knew this was going to be a lot of fun.

Ben watched you work with the other pros, solidifying moves. The way your face screwed up in concentration or your brow furrowed when one of the others was explaining an idea to you. The way you smiled when you understood and then copied the move perfectly. His heart swelled with pride watching you.

You were working out a certain step with Keo when Sharna approached Ben.

“Hey,” she said quietly so the others wouldn’t hear. “Did you stay at Y/N’s last night?”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, but nothing happened, I promise.”

“Relax, I’m not accusing you of anything,” she assured him. “I was just wondering. It seems like something has shifted between you. But in a good way.”

It was a good thing she was called away to the other dancers at that moment because Ben had no idea how to answer her. He was grateful when the real rehearsal started so he could take his mind off Sharna’s words.

Before you knew it, it was show time again. You were more on edge because of being in danger the previous week, so you hoped the votes from Disney night helped you through to the next week. Ben noticed your nerves, so he placed his hands on either side of your face.

“Take it easy, darling,” he said, kissing your forehead again. “We’re gonna crush it.”

You nodded and took a deep breath.

When it was your turn and  the music began, it was like everything else disappeared. It was just you and Ben in the ballroom.

You moved through the routine on muscle memory. You were focused on Ben. Each step, each count, came as naturally as breathing as you moved together. The dance flowed like a river. Smooth and beautiful.

When it was over, you and Ben took a moment before returning to the ballroom and reality. The audience had hesitated a little in clapping for you, but they were enthusiastic as you made your way to the judges’ desk. You couldn’t stop smiling.

Tom asked Carrie Ann what she thought and she blinked a few times before answering.

“I felt like...I was intruding on something private,” she said, laughing at the end. “Ben, that was beautiful. I think what I was most impressed with, and what I’ve seen consistently from you is that we as viewers can’t tell that Y/N is backleading. You are either truly leading her or really making it look like you are. Either way, the dancing is incredible, and this partnership is something special.”

“Thank you so much,” Ben replied.

Tom turned it over to Len.

“That was a real rumba,” Len said with a smile. “It had everything, and you looked very good, Ben. I agree with Carrie Ann, you looked like a leading man, which allows Y/N to do her job properly within the dance. It was flowing, it was romantic, and I really enjoyed it.”

You both thanked him.

Bruno jumped out of his seat. “That was a stunning dance, my boy!” he cried with his usual theatrics. “The rumba is difficult for a man, too. But you made her look beautiful, which is your job in that dance. You were solid and stong, but soft and sensual as well. I loved it, and I must say, you two have some of the best chemistry we’ve ever seen on this show!”

You and Ben looked at each other and blushed a little, but thankfully, Tom insisted on getting the scores. Carrie Ann scored you a ten. You and Ben hugged each other. Len also scored you a ten, and you squeaked with excitement. Then, Bruno also scored you a ten. You screamed with delight and jumped into Ben’s arms. He laughed and spun you around.

“We did it!” you cried. 

All the could do was hug you.

“Wow!” cried Tom. “Ben and Y/N with the first perfect score of the season! And on week four!” He walked over and held his microphone out to Ben. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Amazing. We’ve been working so hard and it’s paying off, and I couldn’t be happier sharing this with Y/N.”

You beamed.

During the commercial break, you got changed for the team dance. When you turned around to leave the dressing room, you saw Ben, dressed in his flannel, jeans, and cowboy boots. Only now he had a hat to go with it. You laughed.

“Oh my God!” you giggled. “You look amazing.”

He chuckled. “The hat’s Alan’s but I wanted to make you laugh.”

“Mission accomplished,” you replied. 

His eyes flickered to your legs in the Daisy Duke shorts you had on for this one. He was trying to hide it, but they drove him a little wild. Paired with the cropped flannel with the little white bra peeking out, he was having a difficult time not looking at you. 

“How do I look?” you asked, twirling. “You like it better than the dress?”

You wore a flowy gown for the rumba, which he also had a hard time not staring at you in. Although lately, he had a hard time not staring at you in any context.

“You look incredible,” he said. “As always.”

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

You performed the team dance and you had to admit it was a lot of fun. Ben really didn’t know anything about country music or that culture, but he had learned so quickly and you liked his openness. How ready he was to try something. How badly he wanted to win this.

Afterward, the judges scored the team dance and you all earned nines. You high fived each other in celebration. After that, it was sadly time for another elimination. It was a bit of a whirlwind to come off a high like that and then be forced into nerves again as you waited for the results.

Ben wrapped you in his arms and you buried your face in his chest as you waited. Luckily, tonight, your names were called first.

“Ben and Y/N,” said Tom. “You two are...safe to dance next week!”

You laughed together and held each other tightly. Relief washed over you. You barely heard as the other couples’ names were called. Finally, it was Lindsay and her partner who were leaving that night. You and Ben walked over to say goodbye. 

“Don’t forget to join us next week!” Tom said to camera as he closed out the show. “Our stars dance for our Halloween spook-tacular!”

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Down With The Rickness; Ch4: Every You, Every Me

Summary: Nova is stressed so Rick tries to make things a little more interesting by taking her to Aeon, a casino outside of time and space.

A/N: Thar be smuts here. And no Halloween chapter because... well this happened instead. I have to thank my beta, my-sun-my-baelish, for all of the help she's given me. It was her idea to bring Flesh Curtains Rick into the story and he will definitely be back. I cannot wait. :D Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think. :D

CW: Smut, drinking, gambling  Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 8508

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~Rick In The Water~

|Ch3: Scene Of the Crime|

Things fell back into a comfortable pace when we finally made it home with Rick even sleeping in my room more often than not. The coffee I shared with Beth every morning before she left for work was already awkward enough without Rick stumbling loudly out of my room, much to her chagrin. She insisted she didn’t mind, that she was happy for us, but I could still see the twinges of jealousy in her eyes as she watched her father stumble out of my room in my robe in search of his own cup of coffee. 

In an attempt to reconcile with her, I spent most of my days scrolling through job listings. On one particular afternoon, I had taken up my search across from Rick when he was at his workbench. I let out a guttural groan after scrolling through the same thirty listings I’d seen for the past two weeks, earning me a raised eyebrow from the irritable scientist sitting on the other side of the workbench.

“Y-You mind keeping your existential despair down over there?” Rick asked, looking up from whatever he was working on with an unconvincing scowl on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was my overwhelming stress bothering you?” I asked, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes as I tried to mask the grin forming on my face.

“W-Well, yeah. Yo*uuurp*u mind taking it elsewhere if you’re going to be a nuisance?” he growled, returning to his gadget with a dramatic huff.

“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry,” I smirked, rolling my eyes as I gathered my laptop to stalk off.

“I was gonna go out in a little bit, i-i-if you wanted to come with me,” he offered, spinning around in his chair and looking genuinely surprised I had taken his complaints seriously.

“Wouldn’t want my- what did you call it? Oh- extentistial despair to distract you in anyway,” I sighed, resisting the urge to grin at him again.

“W-Well, I was hoping it would get your mind off of it.”

“Aren’t you just so thoughtful?”

“I-It’s been said... from time to time-” 

“Never. I think you mean never.”

“I-I’m sure someone’s had the wrong idea before.”

I sighed, turning away from Rick and walking to the edge of the garage in contemplation. I could choose to stay here and commiserate over why failure seemed inevitable on the job front or I could go out with Rick and just lose myself in an adventure with him. As I weighed between responsibility and fun, my eyes fell onto my old house next door. It filled my heart with a petty glee to see the house falling into minor disrepair as weeds invaded the formly meticulously kept garden and small groups of crab grasses sprouted up across the lawn. Once the police had finally given me access again, Rick, Beth, and I started destroying the cameras that had kept me locked in the house. It was cathartic to say the least but I still hadn’t stepped foot back in since. There were too many memories haunting those walls and I’d sooner tear the place down than go back into it.

“Alright, let’s go,” I sighed, tearing my eyes away before the nightmares could find their way back in. I sat my laptop down for a moment, a low moan leaking out as my legs stretched as a chill ran down my spine at the sheer relief in it. With a yawn, I headed for the door to go change out of my pajamas and into something more suited for adventure.

“D-D-Don’t worry about getting dressed,” Rick stopped me, making one last adjustment to his device before pulling himself out of his chair with a groan and directing me to his ship.

“Rick, seriously?” I asked, gesturing down to my cartoon covered sweatpants, tattered tank top and flip flops. “I’ll be like, two seconds. You telling me you can’t wait?”

“N-No,” he growled, “You don’t have anything to wear that would fit in where we’re going. We’re going to have to stop along the way.”

“Oh,” I gasped softly, following him to the ship. “So, where are you taking me then?”

“Look, will you just take ‘it’s a surprise’ as a sufficient answer so I can have a bit of fun with this?” Rick scowled as I climbed into the ship, eyeing him hesitantly.

“I mean, I suppose I really don’t have much choice otherwise, do I?” I asked him, eyes narrowed at him as a smirk played on my cheeks.

“That’s what I love about you, you always catch on quickly.”

Our first stop was at an off-world intergalactic mall. Rick sent me into a large dress shop, shoving a large wad space cash into my hands and instructing me to “go nuts”. He departed with a kiss on the cheek as he headed into a Blips and Chitz further into the mall, muttering something about unfinished business.

The humanoid eel creature at the counter turned her nose up to me at first, eyeing my shabby attire until she caught sight of the fistful of cash I was carrying. Her demeanor shifted in an instant, ushering me past the clearance rack I had been eyeing to instead show me the latest gowns they’d just received. She ensured me I would be on the cutting edge of whatever charity gala or ball I would be donning the gown to as I flipped nervously past gowns with price tags I couldn’t read.

“I-I don’t know how much this is-” I held out the wad of cash in my hand to her nervously “-I was just kind of sent here and told to ‘go nuts’’.”

She eyed me suspiciously but remained silent as she quickly counted the money, handing it back with a satisfied smile. She started pulling gowns down, holding them in front of me to get an idea of what would look best before leading me to the lavish dressing rooms in the back of the store. Sizing proved to be no issue as the fabric adjusted itself around me, being snug in all the right places and scooping around my breasts in a scandalous way. After a montage worthy amount of changing, we decided on a long, black sleeveless number. It boasted a light train following behind me and a neckline I knew Rick wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of. She grabbed a pair of heels and a set of jewels for me to wear before pushing a large device over my head, letting it rest on my shoulders. Panic set in as my hair began pulling away from my scalp gently before it was doused and dried my hair quickly and a light spray methodically worked its way over my face. A soft chime rang out and the clerk lifted device with ease, handing me a mirror to take in my appearance. I barely recognized the face staring back at me. My hair fell gently over my shoulders in delicate waves and my makeup was done with skill I’d never possess. The sales clerk led me over to a full length mirror and I was taken aback by my reflection.

I looked so… elegant.

The clerk pointed to the rest of my outfit, sliding my heels and jewelry over to me. The heels were matte black with five inch heels and I stood up nervously in them, I was relieved to discover they were fitted with a balance technology that made walking as easy as if I was barefoot. The jewels hanging from my neck and ears sparkled with purple and blue hues, adding the perfect pop of color to offset the dark gown with the added benefit of accenting my eyes.

“T-Thank you,” I stammered, staring into the mirror to take in the finished product. I handed her back the wad of cash, waving my hand away as she offered me my change as I continued to thank her profusely. I wandered out of the shop in a haze, barely noticing when Rick approached me looking over his shoulder nervously until his eyes fell on me.

“H-Holy shit, Nova,” he gaped, looking me over completely. “You look fucking amazing.”

“I know, right?” I grinned proudly, looking down in amazement at my own cleavage.

“Are you ready then?” he asked with a grin, his eyes struggling to meet mine.

“I guess we’re not going on the usual kind of adventure then?” I trembled, my confidence gone at the reminder of the uncertainty ahead of us.

“You could say that.”

We landed in a large valet, the dinginess of Rick’s ship incredibly apparent next to all of the flashy ships parked around us. A Morty came out to greet us, taking the keys out of Rick’s hand before climbing into the ship and flying off to a garage. My eyes bulged at the sight, turning quickly to Rick with my eyes narrowed.

“Are we back on the fucking Citadel?” I hissed, looking around for the sea of Ricks and Mortys going about their daily lives.

“N-N-No,” Rick assured me quickly. “W-Well, kinda. N-N-Not really. This is a getaway for Ricks. It was built as somewhere to put all the Rickless Mortys and also give Ricks a place to relax when shit gets too serious.”

“So, there’s still going to be a shit ton of Ricks here,” I groaned, walking toward the entrance. The large doors slid open smoothly, allowing me to storm right into a large casino filled with Ricks and Mortys just as I had feared, but also a large variety of other otherworldly creatures. I stopped in my tracks as I looked over the sea of people gambling obscene amounts only to shrug off their losses and slide another tower back out into the circle.

“Welcome to Aeon,” another Morty greeted us. “Do you have a reservation in our hotel for the evening?”

“Y-Yeah,” Rick confirmed, pushing past me gently to handle the Morty in front of us leaving me to continue staring out over the casino floor. A large cluster of Ricks surrounded a craps table, cheering loudly after the shooter let the dice fly out of his hand. Another Rick was ordering a drink from the Morty cocktail server before turning back to a poker table. He looked at his hand, a look of irritation growing on his face as slammed the cards down, tossing a couple chips on top. I didn’t get to see if he’d won as Rick grabbed my hand gently as the Greeter Morty led us to the elevator to show us to the room Rick had reserved for the night.

The room was extravagant, with a full bar directly in front of us as we entered. A Bartender Morty portalled in and Rick ordered himself a drink immediately, allowing me to venture further into the luxurious room. A large four poster bed with delicate fabric draped down sat in the middle of the next room with a large television and sofa at the foot of it. The bed’s linens were quite possibly the softest thing I’d ever touched and I found myself running my hand over the fabric again and again. Rick entered the room behind me, quietly watching as I was mesmerized by a blanket.

“It’s alright, I guess,” he shrugged, setting his empty glass down and pointing to another door in the corner of the room, “You should check out the bathroom. True whirlpool jets, Nova. I’ve gotten lost in those damn things more times than I can count.”

“You’ve been here a lot, I take it?” I asked, breaking my attention from the linens to follow Rick’s suggestion.

“Yeah, this place isn’t called the Aeon for nothing,” Rick explained, “Time literally doesn’t exist here. You could spend ages here and no time passes. It’s outside of the ebb and flow of time.”

“So- Wait, what?” I asked, mouth agape as I turned to face him.

“Don’t think too hard about it, okay?” Rick smirked, “Let’s just put it this way, you could stay fifty years in this place and Madi wouldn’t think you’d been gone longer than an afternoon.”

“B-But, wouldn’t I be ancient by the time I got back?”

“Nope, I’m telling you, no time passes. You won’t age, you won’t gain any weight from any of the food you technically don’t need to eat… The only consequences you face here are with your wallet.”

“That’s… that’s crazy. So you could live here, forever?”

“I-I mean, if you had an infinite amount of money, sure. The fifty years thing was just an exaggeration, this place is not cheap.”

“I can tell,” I grinned, gesturing around to the expensive decor around the room.

“The Flesh Curtains have a show tonight,” Rick remarked, picking up the daily itinerary from the dresser.

“F-Flesh Curtains?” I sighed, biting my lip to resist a laugh.

“So, back in the day, my friends Birdperson and Squanchy formed a band called Flesh Curtains with me. Most Ricks do it but don’t stick with it. These guys are from a timeline that stuck with it and became a success.”

“I hardly consider playing in a casino success,” I said with a snort, glancing over at Rick in disbelief to find him staring at the pamphlet with a glassy look in his eyes.

“Psh,” he said finally, shaking the look away and clearing his throat. “It wouldn’t be so bad, I guess.”

“You wanna go back downstairs? Maybe we’ll go see the show tonight?” I offered softly, moving closer and lacing my hand into his. A devilish grin spread over his face as he pulled the door open.

“You know how to play blackjack, right?”

When we made it back to the floor, Rick made a beeline to the first empty blackjack table he could find. The Ricks around us watched us pass, not taking their eyes off of me until Rick shot them a dangerous look. The Morty at the table greeted us, scooping the cards back up and deftly shuffling them again before loading them back into the shoe and waiting for our buy-ins.

“Player’s cards?” he asked, bored. Rick tossed me a handful of colorful bills before pushing his over to the dealer along with a black card. Morty quickly cut out his chips, calling out the total and waiting for his supervisors approval before sliding two stacks of black and green chips across the table to Rick. He turned to me expectantly, raising an eyebrow when I hesitated.

“How much do I give him?” I whispered to Rick, unable to read the symbols on the money.

“Just give him all of it. Trust me, it’s enough.”

I pushed the money across with a trembling hand, earning a sigh from Morty as he counted it up and slid me my own stack of black and green chips.

“Place your bets.”

“Alright, so all you have to do is play one at a time,” Rick said, pushing the chips closer to me. “You’ll be playing the minimum so if you start doing well, feel free to up your bet.”

“I see we have a special guest tonight,” the floor supervisor Rick remarked as Morty started dealing the cards out. “Not often we see a Nova in-”

“-In here. Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot,” I waved him off, not meeting his gaze. I tried to remember the basic strategy rules for blackjack as Morty checked his own hand for blackjack.

“I-I bet,” Floor Rick stuttered, looking between my Rick and I. Rick ignored him, tapping the table to get another card. Nineteen. He waved it off with a satisfied sigh, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his lab coat. The Floor Rick grabbed an ashtray, sliding in front of Rick before turning his attention back to me.

“Eleven,” Morty said, moving his hand from Rick’s hand to mine.

“Double it,” Floor Rick said with a shrug, “It’s a good hand for doubling. All you need is a ten.” I sighed, sliding another chip up next to my initial bet, wincing as Morty slapped the card down on top of it and quickly went to his own hand. Twenty One.

“Twelve. Sixteen. Bust,” he called out flatly as he played his own hand out, quickly paying us our chips and scooping the cards up before chucking them into the discard rack.

“Nice one, Nova. You two let me know if you need anything,” Floor Rick said with a sly grin, pushing himself away from the table and going to check on another table.

“I seriously hope every fucking Rick in this place isn’t going to be on you like that all night,” Rick groaned as Morty dealt out another hand.

“Well, even if they are, I can handle it,” I assured him.

“I-I-It’s just fucking annoying,” Rick grumbled, watching Morty bust his hand again. 

We play for another hour before the Supervisor Rick made his way back over to us, making more uncharacteristically friendly conversation with me before being relieved to go on break. The Relief Floor Rick was also enamoured by my presence but kept it to himself, watching me silently from the adjacent table’s computer system.

“Twenty one,” Morty declared, scooping our bets up and placing them in the rack. Rick groaned in frustration, counting his chips angrily.

“That’s five fucking hands in a row, Nova. This is mathmatically fucking impossible,” he lamented, eyeing the stacks of green in front of me suspiciously. “How in the hell have you been doing so well?”

“Just lucky, I guess,” I shrugged, sliding a stack of five into the circle and looking at his expectantly.

“There’s no such thing as fucking luck,” Rick grumbled under his breath, slamming a chunk of black chips into the circle and looking up at Morty.

“W-Wait, before you deal-” I interrupted, holding my hand up to him and smiling softly. A cocktail Morty had come by, calling Rick’s attention away in search of something strong enough to drown his sorrows in. “Do you guys get tips? Like, as a paycheck or something.”

“Y-Yea. Usually doesn’t amount to much though,” he remarked spitefully, his eyes resting on Rick’s back as he spoke.

“So if I put money up for you, you get it if we win?” I grinned devilishly. He nodded quickly, his eyes lighting up as I slid a chip in front of my bet with a wink. “Let’s make you some money kiddo.”

Morty started dealing the hand out as Rick turned back around, handing me a small glass as he watched the hand come out. Another fifteen for Rick and two sevens for me, with Morty showing a six.

“Split them, Nova,” Rick suggested, waving his hand off before pulling out another cigarette.

“Since when do you smoke?” I asked, wrinkling my nose as I slid more chips out and signaled for the split.

“It’s a casino thing. Something about this place just makes me want a cigarette,” he shrugged. “You’re betting for Morty? Y-Y-Your streaks coming to an end now.”

“Eleven, Au- er -Nova,” Morty stammered, focusing his attention on the cards. I slid another six chips out, doubling the hand for a solid nineteen. The other hand turned into seventeen, leaving me to wave it off and hope for the best.

“Looks like I’m doing just fine,” I smirked, looking over to Rick. He didn’t respond, gesturing to Morty’s hand across the table.

“Twenty,” he called out mournfully, scooping up the bets and thanking me.

“Here, just take it,” I said stubbornly, not taking my eyes off of Rick as I tossed him a couple chips for him to drop in his toke box.

“T-T-Thank you, Aunt Nova,” he said, his cheeks flushing at my name again. 

“Tonight in our Event Center, come see Flesh Curtains, only at Aeon!” a voice called over the intercom. Rick checked his watch, sighing inwardly as his slid his remaining chips across to Morty.

“Color me up,” he ordered, sliding our money to Morty before turning to me, “You ready to go see the greatest band in existence?”

“Greatest band, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he grabbed his money and finished his drink. He didn’t respond, taking my hand and pulling me through the sea of aliens and Ricks headed to the Event Center. The Mortys scanning tickets looked frustrated as devices were thrust into their faces by desperate fans. Rick pushed our way to a lone Rick standing guard, flashing his black card again and speaking in low tones. Whatever he said must have had an effect as the Rick dropped the rope, allowing Rick and I through to the back door and into the cavernous theater.

Seats were squashed together as aliens milled into the theater, finding their seats. Rick moved around them deftly, pulling me behind him to a small door by the stage where we were met with a bored looking Morty who let us pass after Rick flashed his card at him again.

“So is that just a ‘get whatever the fuck you want’ card?” I asked as the door to backstage closed behind me with a soft click.

“I guess you could call it that. I used to be in here all the time. I’m an Ultra member here.”

“Where in the hell is all this money coming from?” I demanded, quietly jealous of Rick’s seemingly endless supply of income.

“W-Well, you see- I’ve made some things that- W-Well- You remember Scar, right?” he stammered, running his hand through his hair.

“Yes…” I drew out, ignoring the ache that echoed through my chest at the memory of the Rick that saved my life.

“Well, I d-did that- I DO that a lot,” he said, shifting awkwardly before returning his hand to his hair.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so while I may not have a lot of Earth’s currency, I do pretty damn well otherwise,” he explained hesitantly as we approached a large door with a star bedazzled to it. Rick knocked that same knock he used on Scar’s door, tapping his foot impatiently before the door swung open to reveal another Rick that made my jaw drop.

“Rick N-682, as I fucking live and breathe,” he smirked, shaking Rick’s hand before his gaze rested on me. This Rick was a sight to behold. His loose blue tank top dipped lazily down to his jeans, giving me a tantalizing view of his navel. I pulled my eyes away from his skull belt buckle long enough to notice how much younger than my Rick, confirming his claims about time’s effect, or lack thereof, here. He nodded in acknowledgement at me before leading us into his dressing room, a small grin playing on his cheek. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, drinking in his every movement as he talked caught up with Rick.

“I see you haven’t changed,” Rick remarked, his eyes tracing to a closed door before meeting the other Rick’s gaze. “This is my Nova, by the way. Nova, this is Rick F-287.”

“Just call me Ricky, it’s a lot easier,” the much more laid back version of my Rick assured me.

“Oh! Another Nova!” a voice called out from another room. My reverie was broken when another… me appeared out of a makeshift bedroom wearing an excited look and more fishnets and dark makeup than I’ve ever owned. I felt out of place in comparison to her relaxed wear but I had to admit, I looked fucking hot. 

“Baby, why don’t you don’t you introduce her to the others,” her Rick suggested, gesturing behind her.

“Oh! Sure, come with me,” Punk Nova grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind her. I spared one last fleeting glance back at my Rick before she closed the door behind us..

The ‘Others’ it turned out was more… Novas. This Rick had a veritable harem of Novas just hanging out in his dressing room. My vision spun at the sight of them, my knees going weak before Punk Nova grabbed me by my shoulder and led me over to the couch.

“You okay?” a Nova with bright pink hair asked urgently, coming to rest at my side. She was a stark contrast to the punk Nova who led me in here, wearing a tight lilac t-shirt with the Flesh Curtains plastered on the front with a short blue skirt and neon makeup. My tunnel vision was becoming worse as I stared into her face blankly. It felt like I was looking through one of those filters Madi had on her phone but I could feel her hand on my back rubbing soothingly.

“Seriously, P-465?” another Nova with long dark hair chimed in, pulling her away to give me space to breathe. 

“Goddammit, Kat. It’s Pinkie. You know that,” she reared back at annoyed looking version of me.

“K-Kat? P-Pinkie?” I stammered, trying to make sense of everything. “Y-Y-You’re not Novas?”

“It’s only fucking Pinkie when you’re not on my last goddamn nerve,” Kat retorted before looking back at me with a sigh. “No, we’re Novas. We’ve adopted nicknames so we can keep each other straight. It gets old when some says Nova and five people respond.”

“Y-Y-Yea, makes total sense,” I nodded numbly. “W-What are you all doing here?”

“Why don’t you just get your head on straight, first,” Punk Nova said comfortingly. “I’m Riff, by the way. That’s Harley-” she pointed to a fourth Nova with red and black hair “-and fuck knows where Norma went. She’s new around these parts.”

“S-So, you guys are h-here because you want to be r-r-right?”

“Of course we are! We lost our Ricks, so Ricky takes care of us,” Pinkie gushed, staring at the door. My stomach churned at her infatuation with the rockstar, knowing exactly which dark part of me that stemmed from.

“Ugh, she makes it sound so weird,” Kat groaned, glaring at the pink haired version of her. “My Rick blew himself up, so I tried to go to the Citadel for help because I was heartbroken. They couldn’t help but they sent me to… him. He took me in and he does take care of me but it’s not how Pinkie makes it sound. I’m not helpless without him. I just didn’t want to… be without him.”

“I’m sorry I love him, Kat,” Pinkie shot coldly, “I don’t want him to think I’m taking him for granted.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Riff swore, “just shut the fuck up Pinkie.”

“Rick knows how I feel about him,” Kat hissed, advancing toward Pinkie.

“Kat, don’t.” Riff tried to mediate between the two but the fury in Kat’s eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen in the mirror. “She’s not worth it.”

“You know he hates it when you two fight,” Harley groaned, finally pulling her nose out of the book she’d been reading. “He’s about to go on stage, he doesn’t need you at each other's throats.”

The bickering between the four continued as I watched, unable to believe any of it. How were these girls… me? Sure we were physically identical for the most part but the difference in our personalities was glaring.

“Ladies, ladies,” Ricky mitigated, clapping his hands as he entered the room. My Rick followed closely behind him, the smirk lurking beneath the surface coming to fruition as he met my eye.

“She started it!” Pinkie cried, running into Ricky’s arms. He groaned, pulling her away to look her in the eyes.

“Come on Pinkie,” he growled, “This is just fucking juvenile, you know that right?”

“She kept egging me on,” Kat snarled, standing up defiantly.

“Just- Don’t,” Ricky chastised her, holding up a finger in her direction to silence her. “Pinkie, you need to knock this shit off.”

“I don’t get why she’s here,” Pinkie whined, shooting daggers at Kat.

“N-682, why don’t you and your Nova head out to the balcony seats. I need to take care of this,” Ricky sighed, giving my Rick an apologetic look.

“So that was… weird,” I murmured as we walked back out into the amphitheater to our seats.

“What? Seeing yourself in a thousand different variations?” Rick asked with a grin. “You get used to it.”

“I can’t believe you just let me nose dive into that situation,” I grumbled, shaking my head.

He checked a small sheet of paper that Ricky had given him before pushing through a thick curtain to a small balcony befitted with cozy couches with an excellent view down to the stage. A small group of tittering well-to-do’s were huddled together speaking in low tones, only stopping to lift their piercing gaze to us. Rick shot them a dirty look, pushing past them and flopping down on the couch in front row.

“You would have seen them either way,” he shrugged, kicking his feet up onto the railing, much to the disapproval of the others. “You gonna sit down or what?” 

“Oh shit,” I swore, earning me a dirty look of my own. I sat down on the edge of the couch, back rigid as I fiddled with the hem of my dress. “You know, I think I took our adventures for granted.”

“Oh, did you now?” Rick grinned, raising an eyebrow over at me. “You don’t like your taste of opulence and decadence?”

“Let’s just say, I felt a lot more comfortable in dirty pawn shops and cheap arcades,” I muttered, earning a grin as loudspeaker sounded.

“Hello and welcome guests of Aeon Casino!” an announcer declared as the lights went down and focused on the stage. “Tonight we have a special treat for you, brand new material from the Flesh Curtain’s new album ‘Pushing Buttons’!”

Three figures emerged onto the stage, the crowd roaring with excitement at the sight of them. I recognized Rick immediately but he was joined by what looked like a large bird and a cat. I turned to Rick, my brow furrowed.

“Birdperson and Squanchy,” he shouted over the crowd. “Come on Nova, can’t you just relax and have a little fun?” he asked, pulling me back onto the couch and putting his arm around me. I let out a sigh, trying to emulate the same devil-may-care attitude Rick always had but the eruption of the crowd as the Rick on stage grabbed the mic set me right back on edge. Rick noticed my stiffened demeanor, pulling me in closer and kissing the top of my head.

“What’s up, you pieces of shit!?” Ricky screamed into the mic, surveying the crowd with a smug grin as they roared in delight before passing the mic back to Birdperson.

“Thank you for joining us tonight,” Birdperson said, his voice monotone. I raised an eyebrow at Rick but only received a gentle headshake in response, his eyes trained on the group down below. 

The music was loud and abrasive but I had to admit, I loved it. The group of snobs behind us finally started letting loose as the show went on and they downed drink after drink. They even started sending drinks our way, much to Rick’s delight. When our drinks emptied, another appeared in its place, courtesy of our new friends behind us. Soon enough, one of the women with them grabbed my hand and pulled me in close, dancing sloppily as Rick watched with a bemused grin. My ears were ringing and my cheeks hurt from grinning but I was finally feeling relaxed. No one to judge as I danced and drank, Rick even joining in.

“Squanch you and good night!” the cat on drums shouted before letting out one final drum solo. The show lasted three hours but it truly felt like no time had passed. A large alien bodyguard appeared in our archway, informing Rick and I that Ricky wanted us to come back by his dressing room for an after party. I thanked the group behind before Rick and I followed the creature back down the hallways, pushing through a sea of screaming fans that were just desperate for a glimpse of the band they seemed to live their lives by.

“N-682! You made it!” Ricky shouted, tripping over a large bag of empty beer bottles as Rick pushed his way into the dressing room. While it hadn’t been necessarily clean before, it was truly trashed now. The door to the bedroom had been ripped off its hinges, leaving a perfect view of the Novas doing a line with Squanchy. A group of aliens were spread out on the floor, countless bottles surrounding them as they told stories of antics past while Birdperson sat rigidly in a corner chair, his foot calmly tapping to the beat of the music blasting out of the stereo next to him.

“Rick,” he said evenly, “it is good to see you.”

“‘Pers, my man. Always a pleasure,” Rick said, playfully smacking Birdperson’s shoulder before pulling up a chair next to him. This left me standing awkwardly in the doorway holding my arm and wishing I could just go home or at least back to the room. I opened my mouth to tell Rick but Ricky grabbed my elbow gently.

“Hey, yo*uuurp*u okay?” he asked softly, wearing a look of concern I’d only really seen on my Rick.

“Y-Y-Yeah,” I stammered, shifting nervously and giving my lie away. “I’m just not really good in… social settings, I guess. Plus I’m a little drunk and I’m not even sure why I’m admitting it but here we are.” Ricky chuckled at my rambling but said nothing, nodding over at my Rick and leading me away from the din of the party guests. He opened a door, finding the room occupied by creatures in what looked like a compromising position, slamming it shut quickly as he continued his hunt for somewhere quiet. He finally circled back, going to the only door he had skipped, opening it with an apologetic look.

“Sorry this might not be ideal.”

“This is a bathroom with fresh vomit,” I grinned, holding my fingers under my nose to block most of the smell. The toilet was overflowing with vomit and the sink had its fair share as well. Now this is what I was accustomed to when it came to adventuring with Rick. Dirty surroundings and smells I’d rather not be smelling. I could feel the tension melting away from my shoulders already.

“S-Somehow it doesn’t seem to be bothering you all the much,” he remarked, flushing the toilet fruitlessly.

“This is what my life usually consists of,” I shrugged, “Hell, you get me out of this dress and into some running shoes and I’ll be top of my game.”

He raised an eyebrow, disappearing for a moment and returning with a change of clothes. He held them through the doorway, giving me the privacy to change. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the heels and into a black pair of running shoes. I was grateful to get out of the dress, no matter how beautiful it was and into a pair of leggings and Flesh Curtains tank top. I peeked around the door to find Ricky coming back down the hall with a large bottle and two red cups.

“Oh no, no, no,” I grinned, stepping away from him. “I’ve seen how this timeline goes, a bottle and two cups never ends well for me.”

“Oh come on, Nova,” Ricky grinned, pouring a shot into the cup and handing it over to me. “You said you were already drunk. I think that ships sailed.” I considered a moment, biting my lip to fight back the grin playing on my cheek as I stared at the cup.

“How does alcohol even get you drunk here anyway?” I asked, eyeing the bottle. “Rick said there were no consequences here.”

“Nova, this is a fucking casino. Without booze, this place would be entirely pointless.” 

“Alright then, fine,” I relented, taking the cup and trying to fight the grin spreading over my face. I don’t know what it was about him. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was because he was Rick, even if it was just a different version of him. Maybe it was just the fact he was so kind.

“I knew you’d see reason,” he grinned again, drinking straight from the bottle.

“So why in the hell are you being so nice to me?” I asked, sputtering from the liquor. He raised an eyebrow at me in confusion so I continued, “Like, I’ve been on the Citadel enough for twelve lifetimes. The Ricks there don’t seem to care much about Nova’s there. There was one ready to kill me just to kill my Rick.”

“Oh, damn. I dunno. I like Novas,” he shrugged, pouring us each another shot. “I’m sure your Rick would say I’ve become soft with fame, but I just don’t like seeing Nova’s upset.”

“My Rick would say he’s become soft,” I snorted, taking another drink. “So why do you have a veritable harem here?”

“H-Harem?” he coughed, choking on his drink. “Do you think I keep them around to just fuck them constantly?”

“Well, I mean… what else you be doing with them?”

“Treating them like human fucking beings? If a Nova I meet doesn’t want to sleep with me but needs somewhere to go, I help them. It’s pretty fucking cut and dry,” he explained, “Some stick around, like Pinkie, but some will inevitably move on, like Riff or Kat. I’m a fucking millionaire. I can swing it.”

“But, you’re a Rick, right?” I asked, holding my cup out for more. “From what I’ve come to understand, Ricks don’t do anything without there being a benefit to them.”

“Look, I mean, whatever benefits I get from being around a sea of Novas is inconsequential,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck before downing the rest of his drink.

“Aha! I knew it!”

“Who told you that, anyway? That’s a pretty depressing way to view a guy who’s supposed to lo-care about you.”

“My Morty,” I shrugged, sliding down against the wall. “He’s been, uh, pretty insistent on it lately. He wants me to just leave Rick and just go after someone better.”

“Ugh, Morties,” he grimaced, “Look, don’t listen to that twat. He really doesn’t know shit about shit.”

“Agree to disagree on that one, compadre,” I dismissed lazily, my limbs becoming far heavier than I remembered. “W-Where is Rick, anyway?” 

“He was out there talking to Birdperson last I saw,” he reassured me, sliding down against the wall next to me.

“H-He isn’t worried about where I disappeared to?” I slurred sadly, offering my cup back over to Ricky.

“Come on, sweetheart, he knows I’m with you,” he chastised me.

“H-H-How does he know you’re not in here making moves on me or whatever?”

“Because he knows I’m not one of those Ricks,” he growled. “You really don’t trust how he feels about you do you?”

“Wh-Why should I? He never says anything either way,” I mourned, downing the shot and quickly asking for another.

“Look, I can’t speak for your relationship, but I know that Rick. He was one of the first ones I met when the Citadel formed. There are Ricks out there that don’t care about their Novas. Hell, I heard about one a couple months back who let his Nova overdose because if she couldn’t keep up, then she wasn’t all she was chalked up to be. Do you really think that sounds like the guy you’re with?”

“No,” I admitted shamefully, my head drooping slightly as the alcohol weighed it down. “I’ve just been through a lot-”

“Y-Y-You don’t have to launch into the story, I know it all too well,” Ricky stopped me quickly, holding up a hand. “We Ricks aren’t good with the whole… emotional openness garbage. There are a couple oddballs out there but if you think you’re going to get some soft ‘I’ll love you until the end of time’ crap, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

I didn’t respond, staring into the murky liquid. Ricky didn’t push me, allowing me to lose myself in my thoughts for what seemed like hours until my eyelids started drooping. I felt Ricky push past me gently, pulling the door out and disappearing through it before I lost the fight and let my eyelids slam shut.

“N-Nova. H-Hey Nova, come on. Let me help you up, sweetheart. Let’s go home,” a gruff voice murmured. I could feel my limbs being tugged softly as they were pulled over a set of shoulders as I was brought back up to my feet. “Come on, baby, I’ve got you.”

 “Wh-Wh-What happened?” I asked, trying to open my eyes. “Where am I? Wh-Who are you?”

“Oh jesus, you really got fucked up,” he chuckled, adjusting fruitlessly over his shoulders before letting out a frustrated sigh. “This is not fucking working. Nova, baby, I need you to hold onto me as tight as you can, okay?”

“O-Okay, mystery man,” I giggled. My arm was brought back around his neck, only for him to lift me up, bridal style. I tried to open my eyes again and caught a glimpse of blue hair before they slid shut again. “Which one are you?”

“I could be any Rick in conceivable existence,” he laughed darkly, “and there would be nothing you could do about it.” I recoiled away from him, trying to fight my way out his embrace to no avail. “Jesus Nova, I was joking. It’s me- I’m your Rick,” he groaned, pulling me in tighter. 

“Oh, good,” I nodded, tucking my head back into his chest. The rhythmic bounce of each step lulled me into a complacent state and by the time he sat me back down, we were in his ship, rocketing through space. 

It was dark when finally landed back in the driveway. Most of the alcohol had left my system, leaving me with a throbbing headache and parched throat. Rick pushed his door over, making his way over to my side to pull me out himself.

“Oh shit, you’re awake.” His voice was husky as he surveyed my lazy form, chuckling to himself before walking over to his workbench. He started mixing chemicals, testing his concoction by taste until it seemed to be satisfying enough. He brought his finished product back over to me, offering it to me.

“No offense, but what the fuck is that?” I asked bluntly.

“L-Look- Just drink it okay? Your fuckin’ head hurts right? This will make it stop.”

I grabbed the cup out of his hand, smelling it once for good measure before downing it. The taste was vile but the pain in my head and stomach stopped up instantly as my vision cleared up. I pulled myself out of the ship, surprised to find my legs steady as I stood up.

“Wh-What was in that?”

“It’s just my hangover cure,” he shrugged. “It’s been saving my ass over the last twenty years.”

“Thanks, Rick,” I murmured, moving closer to him. “For everything. I had a lot of fun.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem,” he stammered, his voice gravelly as he rested his hand on the small of my back. 

My head may have been cleared up by his “cure” but being this close to him was intoxicating all on its own. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, earning me a low growl as he pressed his lips to mind, kissing me desperately. I returned his kiss eagerly, pulling him closer to me. He picked me up with ease, carrying me over his workbench.

“Are you sure you wanna do this out here?” I breathed, breaking the kiss to both of our frustration. “Beth-”

“Beth’s asleep,” he growled, reclaiming my lips. I wanted to continue arguing but his wandering hands pushed the thought right out of my mind. He worked his hand up under my shirt, pleased to find no bra underneath. My breast was cupped in one hand while the other worked its way into my hair, curling around my hair to pull my head away from him. My neck exposed, he watched me squirm underneath of him. I was completely under his control and he was enjoying every moment of it.

“R-Rick- Rick please,” I begged softly, desperate for stimulation of any kind.

“All in good time, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear, lingering just inches away. “What do you want me to do to you, Nova? Tell me what you want.”

“R-Rick, I-”

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

“I want- I want you, please,” I cried desperately, “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know that,” he chuckled darkly. “I want to know what you want me to do to you right now. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make you scream my name until you forget your own?”

“Jesus, fuck yes, Rick,” I gasped, biting my lip again. He growled softly at the sight, panting softly as he dropped his hand from my breast, searching instead for the warmth below. He traced his fingers around my thighs, making sure to avoid the most sensitive area.

“So you want me to slide my cock in right here?” he asked, tracing a large circle around the throbbing mound between my legs.

“I need it,” I pleaded, clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer.

“Who am I to deny you?” he cooed in my ear, releasing my hair and gripping the sides of my yoga pants. He tossed them to the side as the cool air swirled around my exposed lower half. I shivered as I watched him unbuckle his pants, letting them fall lazily to ground as he pushed his way between my thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down my moist slit.

“Oh Rick, oh fuck,” I murmured, my hands firmly rooted on his shoulders.

“Say my fucking name, Nova. Let the neighbors know who’s fucking you,” he growled, continuing his assault on my clit to torturous effect.

“Rick!” I moaned. At my compliance he slid the tip in, sliding it in and out slowly.

“Louder, Nova. I don’t think they heard you,” he ordered, his voice being over by a slight pant.

“Fuck, Rick! It’s you! Rick fucking Sanchez!” I shouted, letting my head fall back. He slammed into me finally as I continued screaming his name as loud as I possibly could. I released his shoulders, laying back on the table and pulling my knees into my chest. He quickened his pace, using his thumb to massage my clit gently.

“Fuck, Nova,” he panted as he buried himself in me, “You feel fucking amazing.”

I could feel my orgasm building, only moments from my release as he fell into a steady rhythm. I would have made there had it not been for the garage door swinging open, slamming into the dryer behind it.

“God fucking dammit, Dad!” Beth bellowed, shielding her eyes from the sight of her father burying his cock into her best friend. “I cannot fucking do this anymore, you guys need to stop!”

“H-Hold on, honey,” Rick grunted, quickening his pace.

“R-Rick, no- Stop,” I insisted, pushing him away from me. He conceded, pulling out of me and bending down to pull his pants up.

“What the fuck do you want, Beth?” he snarled, turning to face his daughter, taking care to shield my exposed form. I looked around desperately for my pants only to find them dangling haphazardly on the Meeseeks box.

“I want this to fucking stop,” she demanded, avoiding my gaze. “You’re waking up the entire fucking house. I sure as fuck don’t want to hear it.”

“B-Beth, I-I’m sorry,” I blushed, pulling my shirt down as much as possible.

“You know what, I don’t want to fucking hear it, Nova. Your daughter is asleep in this house,” she hissed, finally meeting my gaze. A look of fury I had never seen before distorted her features as she glared at me, turning to disgust as her eyes drifted downward. “Dad, you need to stop this, now. Nova, it might be time for you to start looking for somewhere else to live.”

“B-Beth, wait- please, no,” I begged, tears streaking down my cheeks.

“You know, I’m starting to think Jerry was right about you two,” Beth said coldly, “I thought I was okay with it when it meant Dad would stay but I was wrong. What you’re doing with him is wrong. He’s my fucking father, you sick fucking bitch,”

“Jesus fucking christ Beth, stop,” Rick cut in, advancing toward her. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that.”

“Why not?” she asked hysterically. “You two didn’t consider my feelings in the situation. I’m just supposed to be okay with it? Even when the thought makes me feel sick to my stomach?”

“Your fucking hangups are not our problems,” Rick snarled. He grabbed my pants off of the shelf, tossing them back to me. I slipped them on quickly and pushed past Rick.

“Beth, I’m sorry. We were really inconsiderate, I’m so fucking sorry.” I pleaded with my friend to see reason but the cold, clinical disgust in her eyes assured me it was a lost cause.

“You need to leave,” she repeated coldly. “Madison can stay here until you have somewhere to go but I suggest you go back to your house tonight. I don’t want to see you here in the morning.”

“Beth, she’s not going anywhere-”

“No, Rick. It’s fine,” I conceded, wiping the tears away as I pushed the garage door opener.

“No, Nova. You’re not going anywhere,” he roared, pushing the button again. “I-I can fix this.” He started digging through the drawers at his workbench, finally extracting a large gun with two discs. He pushed a couple buttons before aiming it at Beth, pulling the trigger. She crumpled to the floor, eyes glazed over.

“Rick! What did you do to her?” I asked, horrified. “Did you kill Beth?!”

“Wh-What? No?” he retorted, insulted by the accusation. “I just erase the last half an hour from her memory. I’m going to put her back in her bed, when she wakes up she won’t remember any of this.” He pulled a vial from the device, loading it with another before sitting it down on his workbench.

“S-So, everything’s okay now?” I asked numbly. He nodded quickly, pulling Beth over his shoulder. “I’m just- I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Y-You okay?” he asked, stopping at the door to face me.

“I-I’m fine,” I murmured, pushing past him. I couldn’t get Beth’s words out of my head as I went into my room, locking the door behind me before collapsing in my bed.

“He’s my fucking father, you sick bitch.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time for me to leave.

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X for Xx

Xx (sexual assaualt) 

More about Hvitesrk Angst Alphabet: First part, N for nothing, O for Offended , P for pressure , Q for Quake, S for Surgery, T for Time

I know I have more letters to go before this one, yet I wanted to post it first. After this, I will mix the angst alphabet with the fluff one!

PLEASE WARNING: THIS IS RAPE. NON-CON. IT DOESN’T TALK ABOUT IT, IT HAPPENS. I DON’T APPROVE THIS, AND IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT SCROLL TO THE NEXT LETTER.

Friday nights were the worst in the Loonies’, as a lot of drunk people stayed there the whole night. You’ve always tried to avoid working on that nights, as it meant staying nearly until the sun rose. But that week Halfdan told you that he needed you there; and you left Hvitserk alone with your Friday-Movie-Night in his apartment.

In general, the night went well; not because of the people, they were horrible, but because of you. You were happy that week. Hvitserk had planned a camping trip with his brother and Torvi for the weekend, and you couldn’t wait for it. However, your happiness was misunderstood by some customers as flirting, and you had to push more than one time a hand far from you. Your good mood was starting fade away as the night went on, and when it was time to close, you just wanted to lay with Hvitserk. Ryan, you co-worker, offered you a ride home; but it was a good night and you wanted to walk for a while. What a mistake.

The way to your shared apartment with Hvitserk wasn’t too long, and when you saw the lights of it, you smiled. From where you were, you could see the lights of the living room on, but no movement. Hvitserk would have probably tried to stay awake for you, and he would most likely fallen asleep. A little giggle left your mouth as you thought about him laying in the couch with his mouth open and a book hanging from his hand; when you walked in, he would pretend to “just be resting his eyes”. Your happy thought were quickly interrupted by a harsh hand at your wrist as you were pushed to the ground.

-          Were you thinking ‘bout us, girl? -a man said, looking down at you. -Smilin’ cause of us? I knew you’re a naughty one!

-          Wh-what? -you whimpered and tried to crawl away. Your back, however, was met with another pair of legs.

-          What are you doing? -the second one, who had a blue jacket, laughed. -Come on, get up whore.

-          Don -you couldn’t finish your sentence as the first one yanked you on your feet, and pushed you into the arms of the other. -Let me go! Leave me the f

-          Shut the fuck up! -the second one slapped you.

-          All nigh’ movin’ that ass, not lettin’ me or my mate ‘ere taste it. -while the second one kept you still, you felt the other behind you pulling down your trousers.

A rough smack to your ass and a hand gripping your sex too tightly was the begging of your nightmare. Your first scream and cry was followed by many others, as those monster teared your clothes away and used you as they pleased.

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The first time Aslaug came to your shared apartment, she decided to bought you a beautiful and expensive wall clock that you loved. Or, at least, that was what you told to Hvitserk, who wasn’t so sure about it. What he hated the most about it was that, every time it was o’clock, it made an horrendous noise that made him think that he was dead. That night the clock ticking two in the morning woke him up, and the book that had been resting in his chest fell to the floor. It took him a while to know where he was, but as soon as he did, he frowned; you were not home, because you hadn’t woke him up neither put a blanket over him. The light was still on and the apartment was deadly quiet.

Hvitserk sat on the couch, not wanting to worry to much but dialling your number. He called you three times; maybe you were working and your phone was with your coat, yet he knew it was unlikely. So he put some clothes one and rode towards the Loonies’. It was late, his eyes were half-closed and his mind distracted with worry; however, he knew before he arrived that it was closed, because it’s annoying lights were off. He parked on the side of the road, looking at the dark bar and then he turned around, deciding to meet you on the way. Because for him that was the only solution, that you were walking home and he had missed you on the way to the Loonies’. Because any other option meant something happening to you. And he didn’t want to face that, even though he did.

At first, he didn’t know it was you; he didn’t even know it was someone. He was pushing is motorbike along the street, ready to call the police with his shoulders slumped in defeat, when he noticed something in an alley next to your apartment. Hvitserk stopped and looked at it, preparing to keep going; but then he saw your arm, showing the tattoo he made for you a long time ago and he let his motorbike fall to the ground.

-          Y/N? -he ran towards you, hoping to find a homeless woman. When he turned you around, his breath stopped. -Y/N.

You were laying in the ground, with your eyes half-closed and shivering. Your clothes were long gone, but the guys had been “kind” enough, as they said, to leave them above you. Just rags covering your bruised body. It took Hvitserk a while, and finally you were back on your senses; he was in front of you, with his hands on your face and sobs shaking his body

-          Hvitty. -you whispered, and then started sobbing too. -I’m-‘m sorry-y, I...I

-          Shh, don’t talk. -he hugged you, without dropping his jacket that was covering you. -I’ve already called the police, they’re on their way. Everything’s going to be fine, Y/N.

-          H-hom-e. -you tried to say, wanting nothing more than to go home.

-          Soon, Y/N.

The police and an ambulance arrived to the alley as soon as they could, but they could not tear you away form Hvitserk. Who was more than okay with it, and didn’t let the police pressure you too much. He was crying too, and they had a hard time understanding any of you; it was not hard anyway, as you were naked and bruised as hell. Maybe the police officer felt pity for the both of you but, after a quick check on the hospital and the right test to prove rape, they let you go with the promise of calling you next morning.

Saying that Hvitserk hurt because of you wasn’t enough; there was times when just looking at yourself made him cry, and when you finally fell asleep every night, he stayed awake hating himself for let it happen. That was the last time you went to the Loonies’, as Hvitserk would have preferred to die rather than have you there one more time. With time and support, you recovered from it, and Hvitserk learned he would rather die than seeing you once again like that.

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[jizemderler]

I don‘t hate you (Steve Rogers)

A/N: Being a Stark isn´t easy. Especially not when Tony is your big brother and Steve is your lover. No spoilers. As always, enjoy!

“I don´t like him.”

“You don´t have to.” you said not interrupting your meal prep and Tony went up and down the kitchen like a restless tiger.

“We´re not on speaking terms.” he tried again but you just chuckled.

“It´s a pitty that I don´t care.” you overly pronounced the last word and turned around to look at him. Finally he stood still and crossed his arms infront of his chest. “He´s going to get you killed.” he said and knew that it was a low blow. “So could you, brother. So can I, for godssake. But we can´t do anything about it, can we?” you scooped a bit of batter with your finger and licked it off. “Mmh. Doesn´t that come with the contract of being a hero? I´m pretty sure it does.” you said sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. “Your Stark is showing. If your going to become a Rogers you might as well act like one.” he said and acted like a petty little kid. “I leave the overly optimistic part to Steve. He´s really good at it.” you answered not bothered which bothered him even more. 

“If he hurts you in anyway...”

“You´ll kill him. I know. So will I, believe me. Can we eat in peace now?” 

You were standing infront of the big mirror looking at the white dress that was hugging your body. “I think I liked the last one better.” Nat said and you looked at her through the mirror. All the woman who lived in the tower came with you to shop for a wedding dress. You sighed and turned around to them and put your hand against your forhead. “This is stupid. With everything what is going on...I´m here picking a dress.” you said now feeling guilt rise up in your chest.

“You should enjoy every minute of it. We´re not going to press pause on our lives just because of a few aliens. Now shut up and tell us if you like it.” Wanda said and sent you an encouraging smile. “I don´t think Steve will like the beats on your shoulders. Maybe try on something a little more 1920s?” Peter suggested ignoring what you just said and you looked at him with a raised brow. Peter was the only male allowed to tag along because A he was still a boy and B he was really usefull. He seemed to know Steve and Tony better than anyone out of the group which was a bit concerning but really helpfull. “I mean he would´ve married back then if he hadn´t got frozen for 70 years. I think the style from back than stuck with him.” he rambled and put a smile on your face.

“Alright kid. You have a point.” you said ignoring the little sting in your chest remembering Steves past. 

***

You were lying in bed with Steve, snuggled into his side while his arm was wrapped around you. You closed your eyes and let your other senses take over. He came out of the shower half an hour ago so the smell of his shampoo was still lingering around. His firm chest under your fingertips moved up and down with every breath he took. His heartbeat was right under your ear and was the only sound in the room beside your breathing. You inhaled deeply before placing a kiss on his neck and looked up to him. He had this peacefull expression on his face that you saw not enough of lately.

„Steve?“ you interrupted the silence and he looked down to meet your eyes. He had a soft smile on his lips and it made you rethink your question. But you asked him anyway.

„Did you talk to Tony?“

He closed his eyes and groaned while massaging his temples with his free hand. „We‘re not on speaking terms right now.“

„He said the same thing.“

„Because we‘re not.“

You reached up and cupped his face with your hand and stroke his cheek gently with your thumb. „I‘ll leave it to you. Just know that I want you both at my wedding.“ you teased him while rolling off the bed. „Where are you going?“ he asked you and the peacefull expression was turned into a troubled one.

„Peter asked me to help with his project. I‘ll see you later.“ you said and leaned down to kiss him on his lips. „He doesn‘t like me.“ he said suddenly and made you chuckle. „He‘ll get around. He secretly really cares for you. He‘s just hurt. But being Tony, he will die before he admits that.“

„You Starks are stubborn as hell. And fucking petty.“

„Watch your language, Cap.“ you teased him knowing that he normally never swore.

„Sorry.“

„You‘re forgiven. Talk to him.“ you said before blowing him a kiss and leaving to meet up with Peter.

***

„...and I guess I should‘ve brought a flower but MJ was so pretty that I forgot it in the car and aunt May drove off before I could even remember that I had bought..“

„Peter.“

„..her flowers. But you know she can be really intimidating sometimes. Which is also..“

„Peter.“

„..why I was so nervous to go to the dance woth her. She‘s just so..“

„Parker. If you don‘t shut up.“ you interrupted him as you reached the front door of the tower and unlocked it to walk in, „I‘ll never help you again.“

„Sorry. I‘m just so happy and thankfull.“

„You’re welcome Peter. Anytime.“ you said while shrugging your coat off.

„More thankfull. Or more happy. Well I guess more thankfull towards you and more happy for myself. But really..“

„Alright Peter. Bye.“ you cut him off and smiled to yourself after ending the call. There was no project you could help Peter with. He was a really intelligent kid. A genius really. But because May was out of town for the weekend so you were the first one he turned to for advice on his second date with MJ.

You were walking towards the living room, well much more like a gathering room for all the superheros, when you heared heated voices come through you. You hid behind the wall when you realized that it was Steve and Tony talking.

„She‘s my little sister for gods sake.“ Tony hissed and you knew inmediatly that the conversation wasn‘t going very well.

„I know Tony. She wants us to get along and so do I. We will become a family after all.“ Steve said and you shut your eyes out if instinct waiting for your brother to make a snarky remark.

„Don‘t go there lover boy. I might take her to another planet just to prevent that.“

Steve rolled his eyes and made a huffing sound while turning away from Tony and shook his head.

„She‘s my only family Rogers.“ Tony said after a long pause and it hit you like a truck. Tony wasn‘t so hesitant about the wedding because of Steve or whatever beef they were having. It was because he felt like you were leaving him. Alone. He was left behind several times and you marrying anyone, Steve or not, was horrible to him. He might not express his love and gratitude like other people but that didn‘t mean he wasn‘t feeling it like other people.

That definetly caught you off guard and sent chills down your spine.

„Mr. Stark, Miss Stark has arrived.“ F.R.I.D.A.Y.s voice echoed through the tower before you could gather yourself and you damnd the technology in this household.

„How long have you been there?“ Tony asked as soon as you stepped out of your spot.

„Not long.“ you said and Tony raised a brow.

„Long enough.“ you added and he rolled his eyes in a very Tony stark way. After a few silent seconds you walked over to emrace Tony in a hug and squeeze him as tight as possible. „You‘re a stupid ass brother if you believed I would forget about you.“

„Do you kiss your man with that mouth?“ he asked meaning your language but when you rose your eyebrows with a grin on your lips he shook his head and looked away.

„Nevermind. Don’t answer that if you want him to live. Wrong choice of words.“

„I love you Tony. Don‘t ever forget that.“

„I love you too, kiddo.“ he said before placing a kiss ontop of your head and letting you go.

„I don‘t hate you, Rogers.“ he said pointing at your fiancé. „But I can‘t like you too much either because you are taking her away from me. So stay in your lane, capice?“ he said half jokingly half threatening but you knew that his heart was in the right place. And you loved him for that.

[alongingwithin]

⋰ ⊰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE? :   Nah, I won´t do this. I do have a bunch of amazing ships for this girl, some are established, some are still up in the air. Each has its appeal and separate storyline that I totally adore. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? : 99% of the time, I write Liv in her mid – to end-twenties, sometimes above, rarely below (I do have a college verse though). I think she´d be down for sleeping with someone much older if they appealed to her in some way but I guess it wouldn’t go beyond mid-fifties. Haven´t had her meet someone so mature yet. As for younger… sexual experience is essential for her enjoyment so I doubt she´ll take some 18-year-old with her, even when he´s cute. But honestly? It´s really hard to tell with this one. I´d have to face her to say for sure. 

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? :   It doesn´t look like it but I am LOL I need to see something in the other muse that could click with Liv and have a good basis ooc, otherwise the sails won´t be set. I don´t insta-ship. Whenever it might appear like that on this blog it´s because it has been extensively talked about in private. I like a good, realistic build up and a strong dynamic. Liv is a huge flirt and a liberal, sexually adventurous creature, so the do can happen but her heart? She keeps that protected. It takes a lot of interaction and a persistent muse (or in-depth plotting) to take her fear of being caged in, to get past her trauma and let the girl succumb to her true longing, a home with someone who loves her the way she is.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS/FW? : Usually when I wouldn´t want to write it in public without having to look over my shoulder, that´s a good indicator. I use read-mores when my partners do, other than that, I just tag it as “nsfw rp”. 

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH? : Wait what, do you really want me to list them? And risk getting burned because my forgetful ass might have left someone out??? Well… 

@untamed-good-ole-boy´s Wyatt and Christian (separately, otherwise... no, wow. No way.)   @adventurisk´s Dante  @sniffingoutdeath´s Jack  @crookedrun´s Shane  @hebled´s Beck  @mightydontkneel´s Lee   @southerncomfortoutlaw´s Cerberus @steelbloodlust´s Roman  [barely back and I already smoosh u with my love] @thefateofblues´ Jamie (with his brothers ivolved… whoops)

(srsly pls don´t kill me if I forget anyone ILY ok)

ANY NOTPS? :  Liv and an unhappy ending. Angst and struggles and pain all the way baby but Liv deserves her happy ending. In all the ways imaginable *insert winking emoji* 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? : Ask? That sounds kinda weird. Let´s just talk about it and see if we both can see a potential.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP? : Ugh, I live for it. Fuck people who stigmatise others for that. SHIP AHOY! 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP? : Of course.   

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS? : Obsessed. If I ship it, I ship it hard. You´ll get tired of my spammy, ship obsessed ass. Sorry not sorry.   

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? : Liv is fandomless. 

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU? : If I haven´t approached you already, simply come into my IMs and scream at me (that, you can do all the time anyway. I love people who dork out with me over our babies ok). Seriously, do it. I´m a mess and sometimes oblivious and 100% worried about being pushy so if you feel the thing, slap me left and right with your ship feels. Chances are I´m 100% on the same page. 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘:  @hebled 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: If you are tagged or read this and would like to do this too, please feel free. Tag me back though bc I´m one nose binch.

[shiftingdani]

our love is six feet under //Darley

Tagging: Marley Rose ( @littlefaerose ) and Dani Harper

When: May 27th 2019

Where: Dani´s and Marley´s Room

General Notes: Just...pain.

Notes: tw: mention of violence, death and suicidal thoughts

Dani:

Dani had to admit that she still couldn´t quite believe this had happened. It seemed...almost dream like. Especially that part where they had both rode into the sunrise on a horse with none other than Jesse St.James. It had been crazy of them to go in without an actual plan and while she didn´t blame Marley she knew some others would. She herself was to blame as well, she should have told more people, sooner, but what was she supposed to have said? The fae are ending the world but we don´t know how and when? Nobody would have believed her. With her arm wrapped around Marley she glanced at the ceiling of their room, bodies still half intertwined. She had stopped counting how many times they´d made love that night ( corniest expression ever, but it had felt like nothing less than that, maybe even more ) but neither of them had been able to sleep anyway. It seemed like a miracle most of them had gotten out of this unharmed. Well, physically at least. Mentally...well that was an entirely different story. "Where do you want to live?" She eventually found herself asking into the darkness, turning her head to press a kiss to Marley´s head. "When we get out of here, I mean."

Marley:

Marley felt like she was walking around in a trance. All that had transpired over the last 24 hours was settling on her, piece by piece, and the more it did, the sicker she felt. Every snippet of the night, as it befell her, brought with it another ‘what if’. What if she’d told everyone sooner? What if she’d had time to make a fully realized plan? What if she’d made an effort to get to know these fae better? What if she’d used that fake title of ‘Flowerchild’ for something other than herself and her own protection? What if she’d cared enough about something other than her own wants, someone other than herself? What if she hadn’t run from this, over and over and over... would it have made a difference? Would last night still have happened? Could a suitable alternative have been found? These thoughts came back to her full force she laid there in the dark with Dani, the high of their intimacy (and her dissociation from that night) wearing off far too quickly for her liking. “When we get out of here,” she repeated in a murmur. After watching that emergency broadcast on WNN, she was finding it hard to believe that there would be any pending post-grad plans to be had. “I don’t know... someplace that isn’t here. Someplace quiet. Safe.” Even that felt like a stretch to hope for.

Dani:

Dani doubted that this was all life was going to throw at them, especially for graduation, and she was well aware it wouldn´t be easy to get through it, but she refused to let it cloud her vision of the future. Whatever it was that was coming their way, they´d face it, together. It was something she had to remind herself of as they lay together, because this night could have gone an entirely different way. She could have lost Marley, like they had feared would happen. The boxes she had packed were still around, slightly array from the earthquake that had shaken the campus. Much like the rest of the stuff in their room. Books had fallen off along with other things, but they hadn´t cared as much for that, not when being in each other´s arms was the only distraction that seemed to work for a little while. "You know, my French has gotten pretty good," Dani suggested, running her hand over Marley´s back. France. France could be nice. A little house somewhere, sitting out on the porch at night, watching the stars. A dream, of course, but all they had to hold on to at the moment.

Marley:

“French... I think I have a travel book for Paris somewhere in one of these boxes,” Marley commented distractedly. One of the many left overturned and knocked around from the earthquake. She squeezed her eyes shut at the memory of first stepping foot back on campus, the way her heart sank at the sight of so much crumbling. The Great Tree uprooted and splintered. The edge of Saltus decimated, a graveyard for innumerable trees. The gravity of such damage overwhelmed her. She swallowed hard and blinked her eyes open again, fighting off tears. She was only thankful the room was dark enough to hide whatever emotion had crossed over her face in that moment. “... I hear they make great bread.” What a lame comment. “And beautiful flowers.” Had France been affected by the earthquakes? Were there any flowers left to admire?

Dani:

"We´ll have a look at it. I´ve always wanted to go to Paris." It all seemed so far away now, graduation, getting out of here...having a place left to go. And yet it was all they had to hold on to, because if they let go then they´d fall even deeper in the dark whole this night had left them with. And Dani refused to let that happen. They had gone through so much, even before coming to NYADA and this was something that had shaken them to their core once again and yet she wouldn´t let it tear them down completely. "Beautiful flowers," She nodded with a slight smile. "And yeah...awesome bread. I prefer the flowers though." She then added. "We could get our own house. A big garden. Trees." Dani nodded as she drew in a breath and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Marley.

Marley:

All of the plant talk sends a sudden wave of discomfort washing over her and before she can stop herself, Marley tears herself out of Dani's hold and moves instead to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to catch her breath. Her lung has long been patched up, the cuts from her side and her clavicle healed over, but it feels like she's right back in that moment, struggling to breathe again. How could they be talking about hypothetical trees and gardens and houses like they had a foreseeable future? How?? "I'm sorry," she stammers, swallowing with some difficulty.

Dani:

Dani startled at Marley moved and sat up, her own heart clenching painfully in her chest. "Don´t." She eventually spoke into the silence, pressing her palms against her eyes. "I don´t expect it to be easy." She then added, taking in a breath. "But I need something to hold on to. Because if I don´t then I`ll fall into a hole that´s deeper than the Atlantic ocean. And that doesn´t mean we don´t get to hurt," She reached out to rest a hand lightly on Marley´s back. "But...I need to believe that we can make it out of here. That we´ll get to go to Paris. Or Rome. Or anywhere." She could feel her eyes tearing up as she drew in another breath. "And I need you to believe that, too. Not today, not tomorrow. But...someday."

Marley:

Dani's talking about trying not to fall into ocean deep waters but Marley feels like she's already there. She's drowning under the weight of every news article, every broadcast, every text or message, every memory from being inside the Shrine Room with Raphaelle. And it's hard to see beyond the fallout. "Dani, people died," she whispered. "People died, and NYADA is a wreck, and everything is ten times worse than it was the morning before. And I'm the one to blame." She turned around then to look at her, a pained expression on her face. "I caused all of this. I knew something was coming and I didn't do enough about it to stop it! How can you talk about hoping to go to Paris or Rome or escaping this place with the state of things right now??"

Dani:

"I just told you why." Dani replied as she pulled her hand back to stop it from shaking. "And yes. This didn´t go according to plan. We didn´t even really have a plan. But you didn´t know what exactly was happening. And it wasn´t like you didn´t try to figure it out. So yeah, we´re all to blame. But you don´t carry the whole burden of it, because you weren´t the one who thought it was alright to kill the entire human race and everyone who wasn´t a fae. You tried to stop it. And it´s going to fucking SUCK for a long time, but I won´t let it ruin everything we built. Because I`ve been there. I thought life wasn´t worth living, I did horrible things to people, even though I did them to survive," She could feel a tear sliding down her cheek as she wiped it away. "But I´m not going to sit here for the rest of my life and let it consume me. And I won´t let it happen to you either. We all have to own up for what we did. Or didn´t do. But in the end what we also did was prevent the entire planet from being destroyed." She didn´t expect things to be okay. Or to stop hurting, but she also wasn´t going to spend the rest of her life like this.

Marley:

"No," Marley shook her head firmly, turning away again. "I tried to take on an Elder Fae who was clearly had more power than I did and ended up stabbed instead. I was so unbelievably... stupid. I did nothing right, Dani, and I put everyone in danger. All of this destruction and suffering? It's my fault. It's no one else's but mine, I'm the one who knew something was up. I'm the one who didn't trust people to believe her story about a prophecy and the world coming to an end. If I had just made different choices... if I'd tried? Then maybe this wouldn't have happened in the first place." She got up from the bed, grabbing a shirt off the floor to pull on as she crossed the room to the window. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked out over the stretch of campus, the sight making her stomach roil. "Now people think even less of L. Naturae and Aether only knows what other restrictions they're going to put on us now..."

Dani:

"But you didn´t. And neither did I. I knew about it. I could have told people. I could have told YOU to tell people. But I didn´t. And we won´t know what would have happened if we did. Maybe people wouldn´t have believed us." Dani wasn´t even blaming Marley. She knew the impending doom that hung over them hadn´t passed, if anything it had changed. Now they were fighting their own demons, not something that was threatening to kill them. It wasn´t going to be easy, they had always known that. Sighing she moved from the bed to the window and pressed a kiss to Marley´s shoulder. "I still love you. That never changed." She muttered before she moved to grab her shirt. "I´ll take a shower."

Marley:

Marley tensed with the kiss. She didn't mean to but it felt undeserved. How could Dani still look at her and not believe she was some collosal... fuck up? Like she hadn't put her at risk as well? She pressed the knuckles of one hand to her lips as she kept her gaze trained out the window, waiting for the sound of the shower turning on before moving away. She wasn't running, she told herself as she grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor to pull on, then grabbed her phone. She just needed a minute alone. Everything felt like too much, the room was too small, and if she couldn't get a fresh breath, she might go under completely. "I'll be back," she murmured, too overwhelmed to think of whether or not she'd said so loudly enough for Dani to hear her as she slipped out into the hallway. She'd come back. Soon. She just... needed a minute.

[dillydedalus]

what i read in march

several antigones & some other stuff

call me zebra, azareen van der vliet oloomi

oh boy. i really wanted to like this one, but uh. nah. so this book is about zebra, a young iranian-american from a lineage of ‘autodidacts, anarchists and atheists’, still traumatised by her childhood experience as a refugee (incl. her mother’s death on route). when her father dies years later, zebra decides to retrace the route of her exile thru barcelona, turkey, and back to iran. this sounds great! the beginning is good! but zebra is a quixotic figure (don quixote is unsubtly flagged as THE intertext several times), delusional about her own importance, obsessed with some kind of great literary mission and obnoxious & condescending & egotistic as all fuck (she looks down on students but treats her realisation that like, intertextuality is a thing, as this grand revelation when like..... we been knew since Lit. Theory 101) - and this is intentional & part of the quixotic thing & in general i approve of abrasive & bristly & difficult female characters BUT i expected there to be a gradual process of realisation where she sees that a) maybe her entirely male lineage of geniuses ain’t all that, c) her mission is uh.... incomprehensible. instead, once she reaches spain, she gets bogged down in endless pretentious bullshit and a #toxic relationship that takes up way too much space. knowing that all of that is likely intentional doesn’t.... make it good. also the writing is pretty overwrought for the most part & not even your narrator’s voice being Like That excuses plain bad writing, like the  absurd overuse of ‘intone’ and ‘pose’ as dialogue tags. i see the potential and i see the point & i liked some of it but uh. not good. 2/5, regretfully, generously

in the distance, hernan diaz

i don’t really go for westerns or man vs wilderness stories but damn i’m impressed. despite the violence & deprivation and sheer amount of gross shit, this story of a swedish immigrant getting lost in the american west for decades remains at its core so human, so tender, so sad (honestly this book is SO SAD, yet sometimes oddly hopeful), so evocative of isolation, loneliness, and the desire for human connection. 4/5

notes on a thesis, tiphaine rivière (tr. from french)

god, if i ever considered doing a phd i sure don’t anymore. this is a short graphic novel about a young woman’s descent into academic hell while writing her dissertation about labyrinths in kafka. it’s funny, the art is expressive and fanciful, and it is incredibly relateable if you’ve ever tried to actually write your brilliant, glorious, intricately constructed argument down, battled uni administration or had a panic attack over how to phrase a harmless email to a prof. Academia: Not Even Once. 3.5/5

red mars, kim stanley robinson

this is a very long hard sci-fi novel about mars colonisation & terraforming, discussing the ethics of terraforming, the potentials of a truly ‘martian’ culture, and how capitalism will inevitably fuck everything up, including outer space. all of this is up my alley and i did really like the first half (early colonisation efforts), but the 2nd half (beginning of terraforming, lots of politicking) was a slog - i liked reading about how terraforming was going, but the rest was just bloated, scattered and confusing. also there’s a tedious love triangle the whole time. 2/5

dragon keeper (rain wild chronicles #1), robin hobb

i love robin hobb she really can write a whole 500+ page book of set-up, characterisation and politicking and make it WORK. anyway, this has disabled dragons, a quest for mystical city, lots of rain wilds weirdness, a dragon scholar in an unhappy marriage, liveships, a sweet dummy romance, and uh... a lil penpalship between two messenger bird keepers? not much happens but it’s so NICE & so much is going to happen. also althea & brashen & malta turned up & i screamed. 3.5/5

season of migration to the north, tayeb salih (tr. from arabic)

this is a seminal work of post-colonial arabic literature, a haunting tale of the impact of colonialisation, especially of cultural hegemony in the education system, the disturbing dynamics of orientalism and sex, and village life in a modernising post-colonial sudan. it’s important, it’s well-written, it’ll make you think, but fair warning, there is a lot of violence against women - it has a point but still uh... wow. 3.5/5

dune, frank herbert

SOMETIMES.... BOOKS THAT ARE CONSIDERED MASTERWORKS OF THEIR GENRE.... ARE WORSE. so much worse. the writing in this is atrocious (”his voice was charged with unspeakable adjectives”), herbert somehow manages to make court intrigue and plotting UNBELIEVABLY DULL and sure, it was the 60s, but i’m p sure people knew imperialism was bad in the 60s! the main character, the eugenically-engineered chosen one or whatever, literally spends years among the oppressed & resisting natives of a planet ruled by a space!empire and at the end he’s like ‘i own this planet bc imperialism is Good Actually’. emotionally neglecting/abusing your wife, who you (!!!) decided (!!!) to marry for political reasons bc you’d rather marry your gf is also Good Actually (cosigned by the protag’s mother....) the worldbuilding is influential for the genre, sure w/e, but mainly notable for there just.... being a lot of it, the whole mythology-science makes No Goddamn Sense, all around this is just Bad. Bad. 0.5/5 i hope the Really Big Worms eat everyone 

dragon haven (rain wild chronicles #2), robin hobb

this healed my soul after toxic exposure to dune. anyway w/o spoilers: everyone is very much In Their Feelings (including me) and there’s a lot of Romance and Internal Conflict and Feelings Drama and Complicated Relationships and Group Dynamics and also dragons, which are really like very big, very haughty cats who can speak, and a flood and a living river barge with a mind of his own (love u tarman!). it’s still slow and languid but so so good. also: several people in this have to be told that People Are Gay, Steven, including Sedric, who is himself Gay People. 4/5

an unkindness of ghosts, solomon rivers

super interesting scifi story set on a generation ship with a radically stratified society in which the predominantly black lowerdeckers are oppressed and exploited by the predominantly white upperdeckers, mixed in with a lot of Gender Stuff (the lowerdeckers seem to have a much less stable and binary gender system than the upperdeckers) and neuroatypicality. it’s conceptually rich and full of potential, but just doesn’t quite stick the landing when it comes to the plot. 3/5

sanatorium under the sign of the hourglass, bruno schulz (tr. from polish)

more dreamy surreal short stories (ish?). i didn’t like this collection quite as much as the amazing street of crocodiles, but they are still really good, even tho you never quite know what is going on. featuring flights of birds, people turning into insects, thoughts about seasons and time, fireman pupae stuck in the chimney, and the continuing weird fixation on adela the maid. 3.5/5

angela merkel ist hitlers tocher, christian alt & christian schiffer

a fun & accessible guide to conspiracy theories, focusing on the current situation in germany and the current boom in conspiracy theories, but also including some historical notes. i wish it had been a bit less fun & flippant and more in-depth and detailed bc it really is quite shallow at points, but oh well. also yes the title does indeed translate to ‘angela merkel is hitler’s daughter’ so. yes. 2.5/5

the midwich cuckoos, john wyndham

fun lil scifi story in which almost all women in sleepy village midwich are suddenly pregnant, all at the same time. the resulting children, predictably, are strange, creepy, and possibly a threat to humanity. i get that it was written in the 50s but it is strange to read a book where almost all women, and only women, are affected by A Thing, but all the main characters are men & no one tells the women ‘hey we think it’s xenogenesis’ -  like realistically 80% of women affected went to the Neighbourhood Lady Who Takes Care of These Things like ‘hello, one (1) abortion please’ and the plot just ended there. i still liked it tho! 3/5

antigone project

antigone, the original bitch, by sophocles (tr. by fagles)

god antigone really is That Bitch. that’s all i have to say. 4.5/5

antigone, That Bitch but in french, jean anouilh

the Nazi-occupied france antigone. loved the meta commentary on what tragedy is and how antigone has to step into the Role of Antigone, which will kill her “but there’s nothing she can do. her name is antigone and she will have to play her part through to the end”. i didn’t really like (esp. given the ~historical context) the choice to make creon much more sympathetic, trying to save antigone’s life from the beginning. hmm. 3.5/5

antigonick, anne carson

look, antigone really is That Bitch and you know what? so is anne carson. best thing i’ve read so far this year, don’t ask me about it or i’ll yell the task of the translator of antigone at you. 5/5

home fire, kamila shamsie

honestly i really wanted to like this bc politically it’s on point and an anti-islamophobia antigone sounds amazing, but it just doesn’t succeed as a book/adaption. it spends way too much time in build-up/backstory (the play’s plot only starts in the second half of the book!), waaayyy to much time on the weirdly fetishistic antigone/haimon romance, and even the most interesting characters (ismene & creon) don’t fully work out. sad. 2/5

currently reading: the magic mountain by thomas mann, but i should be done in a week or so! also: the paper menagerie by ken liu, a collection of sff short stories