#but i always end up tiring out after like two cards and then avoiding it for another half a year

[beecreeper]

I spent the last three days working on bug tarot again! I had previously been working on these one at a time, but now I decided to do the flats for the rest all at once. Now let's see how much rendering I can do before I burn out again and go back to bg3 doodles xD

[latenightdaydreams]

Hiiii! I really adore your writing and I’ve literally binged all of it 💕💕💕💕

I was wondering if you could do a story on Loser/Nerd! König kinda like tutor but it’s a girl who asks for help who generally has a crush on him and adores him and she’s all sweet and kind to him. Like all lovey dovey and affectionate!

I hope you have a good day!!!!💕💕💕💕

Thank you!! 💖💖

Nerd!König X Soft!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, v-card loss

2.5k word count

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You sit in class and look over at König, the tall Austrian student that recently moved here. His blonde hair is always unkept and his eyes tired. There is an aura about him that pulls you to him like a magnet. While he tries to appear stoic and mysterious, you see him casually peering over at you. A curious look in his eyes as he analyzes you.

Both of your eyes meet for a split second before he spins his head, looking back at the whiteboard. Your gaze lingers before you look straight ahead as well. Once class ends, König stands quickly, his long legs assisting him in fleeing the lecture hall quickly. You watch, blinking, as he fades away into the hall.

It’s right after statistics class, so you knew he’d be going to the library to work on the assignments we’ve been given; assignments you need his help with. That’s not the only reason you want to find him though…

With one deep breath, you decide to go through with your plan and approach König. You walk casually though campus as you mentally hyper yourself up. Other than sharing glances, you’ve not talked to König. What if you simply forget how to speak?

König sits with his air pods in while he works on equations using his iPad. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, he tries his hardest to go unnoticed; sitting in the back corner of the library. He is unaware that he has eyes on him, your eyes.

His sky-blue eyes look up and meet yours as you approach him. König looks around. Maybe you’re meaning to approach someone else? Even lost in confusion, he can’t resist but to glance at your body as you walk. You’re shaped perfectly, exactly his type. The fluid motion of your curves and breasts bouncing pulls him in. Then you stop right in front of him. With one hand, he takes an air pod out and places it back into the case.

“Hi!” You struggle to conceal the delight on your face as you finally get to speak to König.

“H-hallo.” König looks confused. Are you going to yell at him for always checking you out?

His accent is so dreamy. You think to yourself.

“I’m y/n. We have the same math class together.”

“Ja, I know who you are.” He sits back, wondering what this is about. The struggle to keep his gaze above the neck is real.

Without saying anything, you pull a chair next to him and sit. He looks down at your small size as you sit there. The tension in the air between you two is so thick you could feel it consume the surrounding room both.

“I was wondering um—” A rush of nervousness floods through you. “I know you’re amazing at statistics. Incredibly smart.”

Your sentence pauses as you take a moment to get lost in his eyes. The way you are gazing at him is as if you’ve already fallen in love. His cheeks go red as he looks at you.

“Well, I guess I just wanted to ask if you’d have time to tutor me?”

König let your question hang in the air for a few seconds as he looked at you. Have you always looked at him like this? He realizes he wouldn’t know because he avoids eye contact with you. Maybe tutoring wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I can.” He says simply trying to not let it show how excited he was to spend time with you.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am—”

“I’ll be by your dorm room by noon.” You say with a large smile and turn to walk away.

König just sits there with his mouth hanging open as you walk away from him. A thousand thoughts running through his mind all at once. He quickly packs up his bags and goes to his dorm to clean it up for your arrival; he doesn’t want you to think he’s a slob.

The next day at 11:59 am, you knock on his door. When König answers you smile up at him and hold out a Tupperware container. He gazes down at you and cautiously grabs it from your hands as he steps aside to let you in.

“They’re homemade Jelly Donuts. I saw in Austria they’re really popular so I figured it would make a nice thank you gift.” Your voice is cheery, hoping he likes them.

König’s eyes light up as he opens the container to see six donuts carefully lined up and dusted with powdered sugar. He picks one up and takes a bite. His eyes flutter closed and he nods, enjoying the sweet apricot jam in the middle.

You can’t help but to smile as you watch him enjoying himself. A light dusting of powdered sugar covers his lower lip. Without a second though you use your thumb to gently glide across his lip, cleaning it for him.

“You had a little sugar.” You giggle as he looks at you. His heart thumps inside of his chest.

As he enjoys his donut your eyes look around his dorm room. König watches you as you do, feeling nervous that you might mock his collection of Gundam models that he’s spent hours building. Instead, you gravitate to one of the models of Beargguy.

“You have a Beargguy gunplay?  I think he’s so adorable! I have the pink one built.”

Did she just say gunplay? She’s perfect. He thinks to himself.

“Um yeah, I have the panda one too. I just haven’t built him yet.” König says, whipping the powdered donut dusting from his fingers onto his jeans.

“Maybe when we are done with tutoring me you can give me a tour of your models?” You smirk as you sit on his bed.

König doesn’t know what to say other than nod and agree. Dirty thoughts flood his mind as he watches you sit on his bed so casually. How would it feel to touch your skin? Kiss your lips? He shakes his head and walks over to his iPad and textbooks so he can start tutoring you.

He sits on his bed next to you, his knee bumps with yours, causing you to feel a rush of excitement being so close to him. The same rush travels through his body. There is a tension he is trying to ignore as he fumbles open his iPad.

As he does, your eyes are glued to his face. His blue eyes look stunning as they read over notes on the screen in front of him. Your eyes watch as he uses his fingers to scroll and tap. Without a second thought, you reach your smaller hand over to his knee and rub.

König’s eyes drift from the screen down to your hand on his. He swallows, but there is no movement to push your hand away, but there is a rush of heat to his groin. Finally, he turns his head, his blue eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I think you’re really amazing.” You say in a soft tone while being physically more forward.

König turns to you, his eyes roaming up and down your body before coming back to your face. This is his moment, the change he’s been waiting for. His hand comes up and cradles your face in his hand. The feeling of your hand moving up from his knee to his thigh causes his cock to get hard. A girl has never touched him this way.

His blue eyes darken as his pupils expand from arousal. You lean in and kiss his lips gently at first, waiting to see if he will reject you. As you pull back from the kiss, you look at König, awaiting his reaction.

König leans in and kisses you again. His kiss is needy, instantly opening his mouth against yours. You reciprocate and open your mouth, your tongue reaching out to swirl around his. A low guttural groan leaves his lips as your hand reaches for his erection. He pulls back from the kiss to look down at your hand as you grab him over the fabric of his jeans and jerk him slightly.

“Y/n…” He moans before kissing you again.

You kiss him back before pulling away and kiss his neck, gently licking his pale skin. It only adds to the euphoric feeling of you touching his cock. His hands go to his jeans and unzip them, releasing his leaky cock for you to grab.

A soft moan leaves his lips as he feels your smaller hand wrap around his shaft. He gazes down as you pull his foreskin back, jerking him off. Little droplets of precum trail down onto your hands, acting like lubrication and assisting in your motions.

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You whisper as you drop to your knees in front of him.

His eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, he can feel his cock twitch as you kneel in front of him. Your hand moves down to the base of his shaft as you lean forward to put the head of his cock in your mouth.

You suck lightly, eyes meeting König’s to watch his reaction. As you lower your head down further on his cock, König lets out a whimper. He tosses his iPad aside to get comfortable as you suck off his cock. He gently runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing slightly. He gently helps you through the motion, bobbing your head on his cock for you.

Loud sucking sounds fill the room, like music to his ears. He watches as spit forms at the corners of your mouth and spills down his cock. Your full lips wrap so perfectly around him. He lets out a shaky breath as he drops his head back. You let out a soft moan on his cock, the hum vibrating through him.

You pull your head back with a pop off of his cock, eagerly your tongue runs up and down his erection. His hand moves away from your head as he leans back on the bed.

“I want to fuck you…” He whispers, almost as if he didn’t really mean for you to hear him. You did.

Without a second thought you stand up and begin to strip your clothing off. König’s eyes widen as you do. He feels like now he should be honest with you because what if he’s bad?

“I’m…I’ve never been with someone before.”

“That’s okay, I can teach you.” A small smile of pride on your face for being his first intimate experience.

König follows your lead and undresses completely. You haze over his body, slightly chubby but you can tell he’s extremely strong. He stands looking over your naked body, his eyes zeroing in on the small bush covering the mound of your cunt.

“How…do we start?”

“We can start simple. Do you want me to ride you or you on top?”

His eyes move as if he is deep in thought. The idea of watching your breasts bounce wild as you ride him sounds amazing, but he’d probably cum faster from the visuals mixed with the pleasure. “I want to be on top.”

“Okay.” You crawl on the bed, ass up in the air as you go to his pillows and lay down.

König moves on to the bed with you, his enormous frame approaching yours. His eyes drop down between your legs as he kneels in front of you on the bed. A pussy. Your pussy. He’s always wanted to know what you smell like, taste life. He lowers himself slightly while his hands pull your legs apart more.

König flicks his tongue out and licks your folds lightly. His eyes dart up to yours to see your reaction. You nod, encouraging him. He presses his face closer and takes a longer swipe with his tongue and…my god. After one taste, he couldn’t stop. Not a thought in his mind as he buries his face between your pussy lips, lapping at your folds and missing your clit.

“Go up more.” You instruct him. “Like the little hood area.”

He moves his tongue up, flicking it quickly. Your eyes flutter and legs begin to twitch. König realizes he’s making you feel good. It excites him like no other. He doesn’t stop as soft moans begin to leave your lips freely. His eyes stay locked on yours as his lips begin to thrust into the mattress beneath him to get friction.

“You taste so sweet.” He says quickly before diving back down between your thighs.

A small smirk appears on your lips before another moan comes out. You gaze down at him and comb your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well.” The way you say it with a tone of desire lights the fire within him.

“I’m sorry, I want to feel you so badly.” He says as he pulls away from your core and moves his body between your legs.

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds and feels himself shutter at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. His eyes are down gazing at your folds spread open for him. He leans down and kisses your breast shyly before kissing your lips.

“Can I—”

“Yes.”

König gazes back down at your pussy as he watches his cock get swallowed by your cunt squeezing him. His eyebrows pinch from the orgasmic feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. A loud moan escapes his throat as he fully shoves his cock into you.

“Oh fuck!” He groans loudly as he pulls back and slams into you again.

The feeling he’s giving you is euphoric as you gaze up into his eyes. He watches as your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his motions. A melody of pleasure leaves your lips encouraging his speed to quicken.

He gazes down at the creamy streaks your sweet pussy is leaving behind and his cock. You look like a perfect angel beneath him. The look of pleasure on your beautiful face is something he wishes to see over and over.

“König!” You moan out as your nails dig into his arms.

Hearing you moan out his name was just too much. König leans back and grabs your legs, spreading them wide apart. He thrust into you quickly, losing his rhythm and just chasing his orgasm that’s quickly building.

With one final hard thrust, he slams into you and leans over your back. His lips needily finding yours, kissing you as he cums into your pussy. You can feel his cock throbbing as you rock your hips against his. König pants and rests his heavy body on yours, pressing you into the mattress.

“I’m sorry…” he says panting, “I didn’t make you cum.”

“It’s okay.” You kiss his neck and caress his sweaty back. “It was your first time.”

He shakes his head, pulling out. “I want to make you cum.”

König looks into your eyes as he parts your legs and drops onto his stomach. With the adrenaline of having just lost his virginity, he takes his time this time. He kisses down your thighs, softly biting your supple flesh. His eyes drawn to his white cum leaking out of you.

“You’re so perfect.” König says to you as his lips get closer to your cunt. “Be mine. Bitte.”  

[slyvieselkie]

Your Eyes - Sakusa Kiyoomi

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Warning: slightly suggestive at the end

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Sakusa is insecure about not being a good boyfriend, expressive or affectionate.

Kiyoomi Sakusa is not prince charming, one could say he was the complete opposite. He was honest and blunt about how he felt, the things he disliked. Sakusa hated germs and crowds, he avoided people as much as possible. The only he had going for him was his looks and volleyball, which didn't compensate for much.

That's why Sakusa realised he spent all of his luck on dating you. The 'everyone's friend' girl, the personification of bubbly, and cuteness all in one bundle. The world let out a gasp when you two revealed your relationship, why and how did this happen? Don't ask him, everything happened in a blink of an eye and now he has the sunshine next to him everyday.

And it's not he treats you differently. You two don't really touch, the most that happens is a hug in private. View this incident here.

Evidence #1 - At School

It's been a week since he's started dating you and Sakusa's getting tired of the stares. Yes, he understands that you two shouldn't be together-get over it!

"Ha ha, everyone's a little restless about the news eh?", Motoya laugh trying to lift the spirits up but its not working.

He lets out a sigh behind the mask, maybe he should just break up with you? It seems like a shitty thing to do, but this is getting a little ridiculous.

"Sakun~! Good morning~!", confused he turns around and sees you lunging for him.

You've clearly just woken up from the way there are strands sticking out at the back. There's also a grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth, like always. And the way you're running tells him that you forgot some books today, most likely History.

Instincts take over and he slides to the left, you blink in confusion as the ground suddenly zooms towards you. Motoya jaws drop as you face plant and lie flat on the ground, others also gather around and some make a side-glance at Sakusa. However, he doesn't do a single thing. You giggle and wave everyone off, turning to the boy with beam. Everyone frowns as the two of you walk off.

Verdict: should've helped you up but didn't

He doesn't really talk much, you mainly chat his ear off, and when he does its always a diss.

Evidence #2 - Shopping with your sister

On a rare day where Sakusa agrees to go out with you, the two of you follows your older sister to go shopping since she has all of the membership cards. While she's a little weirded by him, the kid is nothing like how you describe him, she's willing to give him a chance.

At first he's polite, he thanks you for buying him a cool shirt and her for the discount. After that is where everything falls apart. She and him wait outside the dressing room for you to come out in the dress she chose.

"I'm out, how do I look?"

You look cute in the sundress with daisy prints, she grins but Sakusa goes, "You look a little chubby, and you also look ten."

Her jaws drop while you laugh, "Are you serious?! No!", and run back inside to change.

Your older sister is fuming because not only did he insult you, he insulted her eye for fashion! Unforgivable!

That's why when Sakusa leaves the table at the cafe to go to the bathroom, she's letting out everything and seething.

"That bastard, who does he think he is?! Only I get to make fun of you, call you chubby, and ten! What is he?! He's been your little boyfriend for two months and now he thinks he gets that right?!"

You soothe her by feeding her pieces of cake, "Come on, Sakun wasn't that rude and he was right", "Hey, whose side are you on right now?! What's gonna happen when you bring him home to meet our parents?! Our ancestors will roll in their graves!"

"Hey hey you're thinking a little too far!", you sigh, "He's only like that in front of people, otherwise Sakun's pretty sweet", she snorts, "So he only humiliates you in public?"

Sakusa hides behind the corner for a bit longer until she's fully calmed down. He peeks out from behind the corner and watches as you play with your earlobe, tired of trying to play civil.

He also doesn't wear the shirt just yet, it's still in his closet in the shopping bag and folded neatly.

Verdict: should've just said you looked cute

You two also rarely hang outside of school, he says you see each other everyday and he has volleyball so its not possible.

Evidence #3 - training camp (made up for plot sake)

He's been at the volleyball training camp since Monday, and only today on Wednesday has Sakusa decided to contact you. You don't call him because he most likely won't pick up or will just tell you to call back at another time.

While everyone's getting ready for sleep, Sakusa sneaks away and face-times you.

"Sakun!", you pick up after one ring and he stares down at your giddy smile, "...Hey."

You're belly-down on the bed and the mirror on the side shows your legs kicking back and forth. The volleyball player notices your hair is a little damp and small droplets drips down onto the fluffy robe you're wearing. He doesn't get to say much after that, its predominantly you telling him about what happened at school. It becomes white noise and he only tunes back in when you've trailed off.

The boy lets out a sigh, "What's wrong with you", he can see your legs have stopped as you pout and murmur, "Well, I just miss you a lot."

The ridiculousness makes him snort, "Idiot, its been two days", your whining zooming closer on the screen, ""That's sooo long though, don't you miss me~?"

Nothing is aggravating him but he shoots back, "Not at all, you're annoying as hell", you gasp and wail from the other side, "Sakun, you're so mean~!"

Sakusa entertains you for a little longer before he's hanging up.

After a tired sigh, he turns around and scowls because literally the whole camp is there watching him like a soap opera, "You fu-", "Wow you're a complete jerk", Washio shuts him down.

Everyone claps in agreement and he clicks his tongue, "Mind your own business", then Oikawa grins like the Cheshire cat, "My my, I wonder if you'll be saying that when she has a new guy~", his partner elbows him, "Shut up Shittykawa, no need to state the obvious."

He's getting pissed off now.

Then the blonde twin from Inarizaki doubles down, "I have to say, she sounds adorable and I'm sure she's pretty as well. Why don't you share her number so one of us can actually take care of her~!", the two idiots from Karasuno join in, "Here here, that's no way to treat any girl you bastard!", "Well said Nishinoya, gimme her contacts bastard!"

He rolls his eyes before focusing on that creepy captain from Nekoma smiling at him, "Captain, I have his phone!", the lankly Russian shouts running away from him.

Sakusa growls as marches over while they find your contact photo, the bikini pic you sent to him ages ago. He snatches it back while they go wild, these motherfuckers are gonna turn him into a killer.

"Damn buddy, why are you being like this?!", Sakusa hears all sorts of complaints behind him as he returns to his room.

Verdict: should've said he missed you too

No one really likes you dating him, they think he's a toxic person. And maybe he is, there's always someone calling him 'rude' or a 'jerk'. Sometimes, Sakusa wonders why you two are dating at all. What was it that you saw in him that random day you asked him out? It's completely taken over his mind, he can't focus on volleyball or school.

His frustration grows and grows as no solution appears, what the hell do people want him to do? What the hell do you want from him? What the hell does he want to do?

....

Making your way down to the front seats of the stadium, you suddenly hear your name being called. Curious you turn back and see a friend from primary school. Excitedly, the two of you run to each other and have an emotional hug comparable to the ones in the movie.

"Yeah! I'm here to support Inarizaki! You're here for Itachiyama!", you giggle and point to Sakusa, "Yeah, that's my man right there~"

She gasps excitedly at the boy's looks, "Oh my gosh, girl you caught a huge fish!", the two of you go wild and everyone else glances over uncomfortably.

As the game starts, the two of you are drawn into the intensity. Sakusa is sweating profusely as he battles against Inarizaki, eyes completely focused on the ball like a hawk. And you're sitting there silently amazed...and getting slightly hot because he's so fucking hot. He was cute and handsome before, but holy shit you caught the biggest fish there was.

Finally the game ends with Itachiyama winning and you cackling making fun of your friend, "How's it feel loser?!", "Ugh this shame! You watch next time, your boytoy is going down!", "Hey leave him out of this!"

You gasp and look down at the court to see Sakusa staring at you, immediately you were jumping up and down waving wildly, "Sakun!"

He blinks for a moment before walking off with his team, "Uhhh what was that all about?", your friend asks confused but you're too busy giggling, "He's so cute!"

As the two of you make your way out of the stadium, your friend brings it up again and you tense up feeling it start again. If it was anything else, you would've just given up at that point. But! It was your Sakun so you will defend him forever.

....

Finally free from the locker room talk, Sakusa tries to find you. He spots you quite quickly, you're facing a row of plants with a girl from Inarizaki. As the boy approaches, he can see your body shift uncomfortably and frown.

"I said we're perfectly fine", "Come on, what kind of boyfriend does that? I know you're letting him get away with being mean and rude because he's your first, but you can do so much better!"

The volleyball player froze. He watches as she suggests a few of her friends, pulling her phone to show pictures of friendly and charming guys that would suit you so much better. And nothing hurts more than the way you scan them silently, as if you're actually considering it.

Before he knows it, Sakusa is calling out to you. As the friend panics and runs away, you beam and bounce towards him like nothing happened. He stares at the distance you keep, how your hands to reach out half way but pull back after. Even as you two walk home and your talking like usual, he sees the other couples holding hands and linking arms. It makes Sakusa uncomfortable and a tight feeling grows inside him. Even now he doesn't want to hold your hand, doesn't want to scoot closer to you.

"Sakun?", oh somehow he's already at your house.

The right thing to do would be to say his farewells and go home, but he can't. You stand at the entrance and smile softly with a strange look in your eyes. His heart isn't working anymore, it knows you want to break up with him. And for the first time in your relationship, Sakusa feels horror and dread.

The boy also realises what everyone and he wants from himself, for Kiyoomi Sakusa to be normal. Why couldn't he have learnt from his verdicts, why can't he just be like everybody else? You must want the same and now that he couldn't accomplish that, you've given up.

"Sakusa", you've even stopped using the nickname, "Come here."

You pull him inside the house by his bag straps, there's no strength but he follows to get the last bits of affection he can get from you. In the living room, the two of you sit with a little distance in between. This must be your last test, his last chance. He just has to do something, hug you, kiss you, something like that? His eyes stare down at the emptiness as if it'll close up if he does.

"Sakusa", his eyes trail up to your soft smile, "I love you, and I know you love me too."

There's a lump in his throat, how do you know? No one else does, not even Sakusa himself knows.

"Can I touch you?", it takes him a few seconds to stutter a nod.

With a whisper you reach out, "Your eyes", he instinctively closes them and allows you to graze his eyelids, "They're the windows to your soul", feel his eyelashes, "And they're always following me", the skin below his eyes, "Staring at me like I'm the most precious thing."

It comes as a revelation to Sakusa, you were completely right. Even before you approached him with your confession, his eyes has always been following you from afar. Staring at the back of your head in class, trailing your flowing hair in the hallway, observing the way you spoke, smile, laughed. And then meeting your sparkling eyes on that 'random day' when everything started.

You're in his lap now, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips against his eyes, "I hate that they've made you forget the way you look at me. Your gaze is so different from all of them. I don't have to make you laugh, have to comfort you, help you in anyway, and yet you still look I'm the prize you don't deserve."

His mask finally comes off and you coo at his deep flush, "Oh Sakun, you're the prettiest boy with the prettiest eyes and the prettiest heart", kissing his jawline.

The change in the atmosphere makes him hide away against your neck, but you still imagine to fluster him by playing with his rosy ears.

You murmur against his hair, "Never feel pressured to step out of your boundaries. It's you and I in relationship. As long as we're happy, you don't need to worry about them."

He looks up at you again like you've descended from the skies and you coo against his lips, "Just keep looking at me, don't let those eyes stray anywhere else."

Sakusa should feel embarrassed at the way he whines for you, but your kisses makes his mind go blank. And he wonders if everyone else gets as hot and dazed he's getting now. Your prettiest boy allows your voice to fill every crevice in his ears and your hands to explore him like no other. All the while meeting your hungry eyes.

....

You'll never forgive the people that made Sakusa forget he wears his heart on his sleeve. Because his love travels from his eyes to his action.

From sneaking the History book you 'forgot' in your bag, to the first pair of earrings he gifted you that looked way better, to the daily photos from that training camp he started sending after that phone call. Sakusa has always shown you that he loved you, so what if the normal people couldn't understand?

But you do have to thank them, because it was this progression that allowed you to become the centre of Sakusa's everything. His eyes, his heart, his thoughts. You smile feeling the boy dig his face into your chest, your fingers fall to his back where you trace every ripple and ridge that slightly twitch with your movements.

"H-Hey, that tickles", he stutters and you giggle hugging him tightly, "Sorry pretty boy~"

Hi Lovelies, I hoped you carnivores enjoyed pretty boy Sakusa!

One of my favourite troupes is 'scary misunderstood' guy that turns into 'shy cuddly bear' after meeting the perfect partner! *chef's kiss*

See ya (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

[jazzyblusnowflake]

Alright, we've had Nuzi headcanons. We've now had Vuzi headcanons... Let's heart it, you're Violent Biting Biscuits headcanons, N x Uzi x V... Or if you'd rather complete the set, eNVy headcanons. I am curious of both. (Your headcannons are just super cute)

Holy hecc, I'm so sorry for answering these asks so late but i'm gonna be honest- I just never think anyone likes my writings or ever reads them XD

okay then lets see- my ViolentBitingBiscuits headcanons- i will put eNVy for the next ask because someone else asked for it too and they wont all fit here lol.

My NUziV headcanons ovo<3 :

[once again these are only the drone versions, the human versions aren't involved / also i may add some 🔞🔞🔞 ones this time lol >:3 also uhhh apologies in advance but this one is long as all hell so....um]

K we know the drill, they are all together- hopefully in the future- even if any of them dies i'm gonna pretend i do not see 🙄 deadass gonna treat this like the jjba fandom- my faves are ALIVE AND WELL SHUT UP ARAKI-

Okay so there's some things that we have already mentioned in the previous headcanons- ill try to not repeat them unless they are necessary but ill also try to treat this as its own post and lightly repeat them real quick too-

N and V started out fighting over Uzi, and Uzi obviously was mostly into N at first- but after a while i guess Vs advances got to her- especially since she was- in a way- so desperate for attention/affection, so it felt a little overwhelming to her but in a good way. they very obviously flirted with her which got them silently treating it as a challenge- and Uzi being Uzi obviously loved the attention she got out of it- opting to let this just... kinda continue lmao. she didn't expect to let it go far enough for her to end up with both of them but here we are XD

We slightly touched this topic before about V but to reiterate- all of them have different levels of trauma that they all deal with and currently V has gone through the worst of it, both having to endure Cyn's torture in her mindspace and also having to watch N get slaughtered in front of her and possibly even having a hand in it. She fears losing people that mean to her so she became avoidant with a difficult personality to guard whatever's left of her. It took a really long time for her to decide to be with the two and to protect them and not run away from her feelings for anyone or anything. but some days its still difficult for her so sometimes N and Uzi have to literally trap her into a wrestling cuddle pile or something to get her to just... exist, without feeling like the whole universe is weighing her down. N and Uzi want her to know they are there to protect HER from those inner demons too.

sometimes the cuddle piles end up with N and V once again trying to get Uzi's attention lmao which ends up with them being a little too horny on main- whoops :) - everything starts with a little nibble here, a small bite there - maybe some pillow fights and climbing over eachother or holding one another down in different positions- aaaand then they wake up a few hours later with Uzi having regrets cuz these two are horny as f-

ANYWAY- N is probably the most patient of the 3, and although he usually never breaks up fights because he trusts the other two to handle their own problems without him needing to mom them, sometimes Uzi and V go a lil too far and he gets very tired of dealing with this kind of behavior. he never blows up at them- but he usually goes away to take a breather- sometimes hanging out with Thad or the other drones- and during this time Uzi and V kinda feel bad- but then they would think of stuff like maybe planning dates or getting food for him, draw stuff on cards and etc- or go around trying to find gifts to make him happy<3 sometimes they might add some extra kisses and unwinding sessions in the end as an extra treat :p N always forgives them obviously, he just needs some guys night out every once in a while or something lmao-

Getting close to Uzi became an excuse for N and V to get closer to eachother too. ironically, it first started with them bantering about who is better at what- but then it turned into unironically flirting and teasing eachother- but after a while they realized their relationship isn't going to ever be the same as what it was back in their old days but its also something completely new, so they become more willing to accept one another and explore their newer dynamic.

they all love being coddled and pampered every now and then. Uzi and V may not outright admit it- but they really do too. so they take turns with who they put in the middle of receiving affection :p

N and V are VERYYYYYY over protective of Uzi. to the point that they wouldn't even let the doctor [for tech repair obviously] check Uzi or touch her in any way when she had a small virus case lol. Khan had to pay the poor doctor extra for that.... deciding to leave his daughter in her room in a cuddle pile of two murderous demons that have glowing cat eyes every time he comes in the room smh.

V and N really like cuddling Uzi and sticking their hands under her clothes. or sometimes just flat out sleeping or cuddling naked. its less of a sexual thing and more so to do with the fact that the two MD's have higher body temperature and a less efficiant body for cooling- since they have a more compact torso and a lot less oil and coolant fluids going through them [since they need to consume it continuously] and having a bunch of working nanobots and nanites shoved into them to turn into weapons/wings/etc- and Uzi- although having the AS- is still very much less in need of cooling due to still having a more efficient body design for a "exoplanetary worker unit", with a still functioning cooling system inside that doesn't necessarily need extra oil to make it work unless under stressful conditions.... even if she probably does have worms and fleshy tentacles inside her now lmao. But either way Uzi's body is still a lot colder than the others so she's usually shared in the middle and at this point Uzi cant even be embarrassed when they slide their hands under her clothes and grab her wherever smh..... although V also does it as a semi possessive thing so there's that pfft. she was especially handsy after that doctor left XDDD.

Yes Uzi has very much in fact ended up at the medical/tech repair unit multiple times because N and V have sometimes ended up being a bit too much for her to handle- and the doctor [a character yall shall meet later] has absolutely had it. She had to literally sit the 3 down, explain to them their body differences via scans and the damages they may cause Uzi and it was basically the robot version of having "the talk" with your child- and Uzi wanted to die there and then.

Uzi sometimes just tells the two to drink blood from her- the first time they wanted to share oil they were scared about accidentally causing Uzi to overheat- but after a few times of trying it, they continued doing it more frequently either by kissing and regurgitating or taking turns to bite Uzi or vice versa. N and V typically don't use one another's oil because they already have high usage as it is, it wouldn't be efficient. admittedly N and V always have concerns when it came to biting Uzi- but somehow they found out Uzi actually enjoys it a little when they do it and well...they get ideas lmao- they just make sure to lick her indents clean with their regenerative saliva to make the AS work as little as possible on Uzi's body.

N really enjoys seeing his partners smooch..... for study purposes ofc lmao- actually he uses his visor to take pictures sometimes- let the man be a little horny in peace smh. and don't worry Uzi and V know all this- they just wanna tease him a little bit :p

Uzi and N usually chit chat while they are in the bed until they fall asleep- but V prefers to just hug Uzi on the side listening to them while they talk until she falls asleep too

they love going around in human based areas with shops and stuff to find books to read together or any other fun human stuff they can find- maybe table top games? lol- V goes for the sports stuff. she kinda wanna try hitting something with a bat...

[okayyyy so tumblr doesn't let me write any more XD i def have more ideas but oh well. also ill save the eNVy for another ask that i have in my inbox so you'll get that soon too :p]

[katyswrites]

you're a bandit like me

Pairing: Baron Lamram/afab!reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), references to crime, unprotected p in v, oral sex (reader receiving), sneaky links, no use of y/n, SPOILERS for Marmalade

Wordcount: 3k

A little blurb about Baron - takes place after the end of the movie, later that night. A universe in which you're his sneaky link, and a partner-in-crime - and he needs you, now.

It starts with a knock on your door in the middle of the night. You’re in bed, flicking between channels, ultimately settling on the late-night news to hopefully help lull you to sleep. 

You’re half-conscious, the reporter’s voice a dull din in the background.

“- federal agents have given a new description of the suspect, who they say they have previously mis-identified as a female -”

You’re falling asleep in the blue glow of the television, until you hear the frantic tapping on your door. You jump, suddenly alert - you covertly grab your gun off of the nightstand - you never sleep without it nearby -, and slowly walk towards the door, consciously avoiding the squeakiest floorboards. The knocking is continuing, and part of you worries that the cops have truly, finally caught up to you. You bring your eye up to the peephole, and breathe a sigh of relief.

He’s standing there, the same as ever, if not a bit more tired-looking. And -

“You cut your hair,” you say, breathing a sigh of relief. 

Baron nods.

“Yeah, I did. Planning to use that on me?” he asks. You glance down at the gun in your hand, and laugh, putting it down.

“No - sorry, I just - can never be too careful.”

He nods, a mutual understanding shared between the two of you. You step back, not even needing him to ask to be invited in, bolting the door behind him. 

You hadn’t heard from him in weeks, but that’s typical - you only reach out when you need each other. Though, he usually at least prefaces his visits with a phone call.

“What’s going on -”

You don’t get a chance to finish, because his lips are on yours, hands holding your face to pull you close to him. You let your eyes flutter shut, kissing him back with a bit of desperation - he tastes like menthol cigarettes, and the flavor of gum he likely just chewed to try and cover it up.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours - you’ve only managed to make it a few feet inside the doorway. It nearly kills you to pull away, just to look at him.

“Are you okay?” you ask quietly.

He nods, lips slightly swollen from yours.

“Yeah - I - it’s all good. Just had a long day.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Long how?”

You know what Baron gets up to when you don’t see him - you and him are alike, in that way. You rarely go into the details of each other’s misdeeds - except, perhaps, the occasions when he shows up to your place with a sack full of cash, begging for you to get him a car, or a weapon, or a fake ID - whatever he needs. You’re always happy to oblige - it’s your specialty, after all. You’re even the one who taught him how to hotwire, even though he’ll never admit that. Sometimes he comes for a few days, just to lay low - you’ve done the same, just a few times. Only when he’s passing through, trying to throw someone off of his trail. But something is different this time. 

He just shakes his head.

“You’ll find out in tomorrow’s papers, I’m sure.”

You nod in understanding.

“Were you followed?”

“No - don’t think so. Pretty sure I shook them back in Alabama.”

You just bring your hand up to card it through his hair, chuckling.

“Almost didn’t recognize you,” you say.

“Do you like it?”

You can’t help but smile.

“Oh, yeah - it’s really nice. Kind of… sexy, actually.”

He smirks, his face reddening a bit.

“Well, if I had known you’d say that, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

“Does it… is this anything to do with your long day?”

He just nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Okay,” you say - it’s enough information, for now. “So… I’m guessing you’re not here just to hide out, are you?”

The corner of his mouth twitches, fighting another smirk.

“No.”

Then you’re kissing him again, pulling him down by his shirt collar. He sighs against your lips, wrapping his arms around you as his tongue enters your mouth.

“Bedroom,” you murmur, bringing him with you as you step backwards down the hallway.

You stumble through the doorway together, never pulling your lips away from one another. He’s holding your face in his hands again, gently, as if he’s worried you might break. It’s a contrast from his mouth, rough and demanding against yours.

You reach for his leather jacket, helping him shoulder it off and throw it on the floor.

“Need you,” he grumbles. “I - I just -”

“It’s okay,” you say, placing a finger on his lips. 

There’s always been a mutual understanding between you two, ever since he first came to you two years ago, looking for a car and a gun. You hadn’t questioned why - in your line of “work,” you never did. But, there was something else, too - your lifestyles made it impossible to do this with anyone else. Other people were dangerous - they asked too many questions. Baron, on the other hand… you know it’s not even his real name. He doesn’t know yours, either - it’s better that way. Pseudonyms keep things easier, and make this only one, incredibly small part of your life. Sometimes, all you needed from each other was someone to touch, to hold. Still, it doesn’t change how much you miss him every time he disappears on you.

But he’s here now, and he wants you - no, needs you, in his words. 

So you start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck as you do. He groans, hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pull your lips back to his.

He pushes you back gently, leading you to the bed until the backs of your knees are hitting the mattress.

You fall back a bit gracelessly, and he follows you, reaching desperately for the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You oblige, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts to him.

“No bra?” he asks, grinning.

“I was about to go to sleep, until you -”

And he’s kissing you again, hand pressed against the small of your back. It begins to wander, calloused hands brushing against your soft skin, covering the expanse of your back until he comes around to cup your breasts. You kiss him desperately, gasping as he toys with your nipples. You bury your face in his neck, your sensitive buds hardening under his touch.

“You like that, baby?” he coos. You just moan into his skin, reaching down to fumble with his belt buckle.

It’s not long until you’ve rid each other of all your other clothes, and he’s pushed you back onto the mattress, crawling over you. 

He smiles down at you, face hovering inches from yours.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hey.”

“I just - thanks.”

“For what?” you ask.

“Always answering the door, picking up the phone, just - saving my ass, over and over again.”

“It’s what we do,” you say, pulling him down for another kiss. “We help each other.”

“You’re really helpin’ me right now,” he says, chuckling.

Then he’s reaching down, his fingers brushing against your cunt, and you gasp.

“Need to touch you, baby,” he murmurs, coating his fingers in your slick as he runs them along your slit. He’s kissing down your body, slowly, and you feel yourself shiver with anticipation. You sigh, letting your head fall back against the pillow.

“Spread ‘em for me - that’s it - been thinkin’ about this pussy all day -”

Your legs fall open, giving Baron’s fingers full access.

“So fuckin’ wet - just relax, baby -”

He begins circling your clit with his thumb, his other hand planted on your hip to keep you pinned against the mattress. He slips a finger inside, and you moan, involuntarily clenching around him as he adds a second one.

“You like that?” he murmurs. You just whine, bucking against his hand as he pumps his fingers into you.

“‘Course you do - I know just what you like - fuck, look at you,” he says, continuing to work you open with his fingers. 

You moan, writhing as you feel pleasure coarse through you, his fingers so much larger than your own - only for it to stop, suddenly.

He doesn’t even give you a chance to whine in protest, because his mouth is on you, tongue swirling around your clit. You cry out, back arching at the feeling of his mouth, pillow-soft and lapping at you like you’re his last meal.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against your cunt, licking a long line up your slit. You moan, his hands holding your hips to the bed as he eats you out. He focuses his tongue back on your clit, swirling circles around it as his hand comes back, slipping two fingers back into you with ease. 

He grins against your skin at the sound of your whines when he adds a third finger, pumping in and out of you at an unrelenting pace.

You find your own hands wandering, running your fingers through his hair and gripping, pulling him closer. You’re not used to it being so short, but it still serves its purpose all the same. He groans as you pull on the chestnut strands. 

“I’m close,” you breathe, feeling your face flush, your heart thudding in your chest. There’s pressure building in your core, ready to snap at any moment. He just hums, the vibration against your cunt pushing you even closer to the edge.

It takes one more circle of his tongue over your clit, and you’re done for - you’re bucking your hips into his face, tugging harshly on his hair as you see stars behind your eyelids. You scream as the pleasure washed over you, the orgasm intense and white-hot. He works you through your high, continuing to lap and lick at you, gradually slowing down as your whole body shakes. It’s almost too much, but you can’t even find the words to ask him to stop. By the time he removes his fingers from you, you’re a mess. You feel boneless, certain you'll sink all the way through the mattress if you aren’t careful.

Your breathing is deep and labored, not even able to form words as Baron presses soft kisses to your inner thigh. He brings himself back up over you, kissing you fiercely. You still faintly taste yourself on him, and smile into his mouth.

“You good?” he asks, smiling smugly.

You nod, still a bit breathless. “Fuck - yeah, so good.”

He kisses you again, his mouth glistening with you as you feel his hard cock press against your stomach.

“Not gonna lie - not sure if I’ll last long,” he whispers. “Just kind of wanted to make sure you felt good first, just in case -”

“It’s fine,” you assure. “Don’t worry - I’ve got you.”

You don’t worry about coming again, not really - he needs you, needs this. You never ask each other questions, but you know something must have happened that’s set him over the edge. So, you just kiss him, and hold him close as he lines up with your entrance.

He groans as he pushes into you, his cock stretching you out. You gasp, digging your fingernails into his back as he fully bottoms out, still not quite used to his size after all this time.

He wastes no time, and you don’t mind - you’re still wet and sensitive from your previous orgasm, and he begins pounding into you at a relentless pace.

You moan under him, bring your hips up to meet his thrusts. THe room is just filled with the sounds of moans and labored breaths, the slapping of skin, and the scent of sex. He’s everywhere, grunting and groaning as he thrusts.

The feeling of him is exquisite, his cock feeling like it was made for you as it drags deliciously along your walls. 

“Takin’ me so well,” he manages, voice strained. “So fuckin’ good - fuckin’ love your pussy -”

You just mewl and whine, burying your face into his neck and sucking on the skin there. It might bruise, but you don’t care - he moans at the feeling, and picks up the pace a bit. He’s already close, you can tell. Pleasure courses through your own body, pulsing through you as he fucks you.

“Oh god -” you moan, heat building in your core. “Baron, baby - fuck, right there - fuck -”

“Needed this - the whole time I was in there - I wanted to get out, just for you - had to see you again -”

You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but you let him ramble - he always gets talkative when he’s about to finish.

“Where -” he breathes, aware of how dangerously close he is to finishing inside you.

“I - ah! Fuck - tummy’s fine - or tits, or wherever -”

He’s pulling out in a flash, his hand coming up to furiously stroke his cock. He only has to jerk himself for a few seconds, then he’s shuddering, hips stilting into his hand as he cums. You feel his hot cum hit your stomach, warm and sticky on your skin. He groans as he finishes, his hot ropes pooling onto your belly and dripping down your sides a bit. He collapses next to you, breathless. 

Your heart is racing, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling. You both lay in silence for a few moments, before he rolls out of bed and heads out the door of your bedroom. He returns a moment later, a washcloth in his hand.

“This okay? Found it in your cabinet.”

You nod, taking it from him to wipe his cum off of you. He lays back beside you, turning on his side to look at you.

“You okay?” he asks. You meet his eyes, and nod.

“Yeah - I’m fine. That was good,” you say, wiping some of his hair off of his sweaty forehead.

“Think I need to shower for the rest of this,” you sigh, tossing the soiled washcloth aside.

“God - a shower sounds amazing,” he mutters. “I haven’t - haven’t had the luxury of taking a good one in a hot minute.”

You grin, sitting up. “Well… in the interest of saving water -”

“Right behind you,” he says quickly, practically sprinting behind you as you head down the hallway towards the bathroom.

*****

You both took your time in the shower, the hot water a sweet relief for both of you. It takes longer than it should have, since he insists on making you cum on his fingers to make up for not getting you there when he fucked you. And, who were you to deny him that?

It’s only later, when you’re both clean and dried and back in your bed, that you start to actually feel tired. The clock on your bedside reads 3:42 AM. You feel yourself drifting off, Baron by your side beneath the covers.

“You staying the night?” you ask sleepily - never a guarantee with him.

“Mm,” he says. “If that’s alright.”

“Yeah - fine. You staying for a while?”

“Not sure,” he replies honestly.

Neither of you ever make promises to one another - he could disappear tomorrow, and you may not hear from him for months. But he’s here now, warm and solid beside you. You curl into his side, and you feel him relax a bit.

As you drift off, you can almost swear you hear him say I missed you.

In the morning, he’s gone. By the time sunlight is filtering through the curtains, there’s just a cold spot in the bed where he used to be.

You try to push down the disappointment - you’ve done the same to him, after all, more times than either of you can count. Still - sometimes he stays. Sometimes.

The only evidence that he had been here at all is a jar of marmalade left on your kitchen counter - homemade by his mother, according to him. And, your favorite thing to have on toast. When you pick up the jar and look at it, you can’t help but smile.

When the newspaper gets delivered to your door later that day, everything suddenly makes sense. 

It’s just a local paper, never much news of note in it. You mostly read it for the crime blotter, hoping that they don’t have too many details on the nearby stolen cars or goods, knowing if you need to move soon before you’re caught.

But, instead, crime is on the front page - one that you know all too well:

BABYDOLL BANDIT BREAKS FREE FROM PRISON, STILL AT LARGE

You laugh, reading in the article how the armed robbery suspect somehow cleverly evaded a federal task force, and how - of course - the suspect is, in fact, male, and not the woman they thought had been chasing for two years. But you knew that already - you’re perhaps the only person who had known that.

Everything about his behavior the night before suddenly makes sense - his desperation, his exhaustion - and, of course, his disappearing act this morning.

You sip your coffee as you read the paper, rolling your eyes.

He’ll be back, you know that. But for now, you just silently root for him to make it - he’s probably in a new getaway car now, on his way to hide out in a new town, if not a new state.

You take a sip of coffee, and a bite of your marmalade toast. Then, you turn on the television  - if you’re lucky, you’ll get another glance of Baron’s face on the news, until he calls you again.

author's note: Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. I have Marmalade brainrot, so I figured I'd write this little blurb while I work on other fics. Love y'all! (Dedicated to @chateaudjo and @djoworlds)

[the-air-nomad]

Hi there I have a request for a flick Azula X reader but I would like reader to be evil. Azula and reader, were arranged by marriage reader, is from a noble family, and is very ambitious very involved in the politics of the fire nation, and will do anything for his princess. He becomes fearful when he finds out that the Avatar survived Azula had lied to our father about the avatar reader comes up with a plan to frame Zuko, so for him and Azula, to avoid any consequences, should be Avatar appear readers plan is to assassinate the fire in frame, Zuko for it I hope this interests you

When two prodigies fall in love

You are the second born of a very powerful noble family in the Fire Nation. Although you were always smarter and better at firebending than your older brother, your parents always preferred your brother. That made you run away to the Fire Lord's castle at just 13 years old.

Well, maybe your parents were right. You had a spark of cunning and ambition from birth. And that spark burst into a devastating fire the moment you arrived in the capital.

Your talent, ambition and intelligence have caught the attention of the fire lord. One day, he invited you to train with him. You held your head high and fought him with dignity, and that impressed him.

Fire Lord Ozai made a plan, and soon, he put it into action. He exiled Zuko and arranged a marriage between you and Azula.

You tasted power like a shark tastes blood. You played your cards like a master. You were always the son Ozai wanted.

You gave Azula the attention and affection she had always wanted. You noticed the irregularities in the princess's behavior and the fact that she had become dependent on you in a very short time.

You consulted a very good psychiatrist and found out that Azula was suffering from a mental illness. You got the medicine the princess needed. And then you killed the psychiatrist. Not a single person was to know that the princess was insane.

knowing that Ozai had spies everywhere, you decided to act like a good future son-in-law, worried about his future wife and the fate of the nation.

That very evening, you requested a private meeting with the Fire Lord.

You went to his quarters and he was curiously waiting for you. You bowed to him and he told you to sit down and have some tea with him. You sat in front of him and took a sip of tea catching him with a worried and tired look.

He frowned at you. He asked you what happened.

You sighed and told him about what you discovered. You put your head in your hands and told him that you were devastated to find out that your future wife and princess was suffering from something like this.

He put his teacup down, frozen for a few seconds. Then he got up and started having a nervous breakdown. He threw flames all around him, cursing Ursa and accusing her of giving him two useless children.

You did your best to calm him down, ending up with a few burns. After he calmed down, he told you that you are his only hope, the only one who will be able to continue his mission. Ozai also told you that you must do everything in your power to control the princess. You swore on your honor to keep everything under control.

You left and went to the infirmary to have your wounds tended to. Then you went to Azula's room. As soon as you entered her room, Azula practically pounced on you with questions about where you were and how you got hurt. You told her that Ozai had a nervous breakdown and that you were his unfortunate victim.

You saw the princess's expression distort and all the respect and love she felt for her father burn away, leaving behind a burning hatred. You stop her before she tries to kill her father.

That night, as she slept in your arms, she vowed to destroy her father.

You played a double game, making Ozai think Azula was a wild fire to be contained, and making Azula think Ozai was planning to get rid of the two of you.

besides, you sent letters to Iroh, using the friendship between your brother and his deceased son to get under his skin. You managed to make Zuko and Iroh blindly trust you.

When Zuko came back and Azula told you about her killing the avatar you almost laughed. instead, you kept a calm face and congratulated her on her victory in Ba Sing Se. Then you went on a date with her, making sure the chef prepared all her favorite dishes. At the romantic date you explained that the Avatar is more than likely alive. She looked worried so you reassured her that everything would be fine. You advised her to tell her father that Zuko killed the avatar.

In the evening, you visited Iroh in his prison. You drank tea and promised to take care of Zuko and Azula.

The next day, you trained with Zuko with the Dao swords. After training, you ate fire flakes and played Pai Sho. Before the Eclipse you advised Zuko to join the Avatar.

Ozai was furious after Zuko's betrayal. You acted like you were shocked at what happened and expressed your gratitude to Agni that the Fire Lord was fine.

This way you ensured that whether the Fire Nation won the war or not, you would be on the winning side.

During Sozin's comet, you were forced by Ozai to stay hidden in your family home.

You returned to the palace as soon as you heard of Ozai's defeat. Zuko welcomed you with open arms and even named you Admiral. You thanked him and asked for Azula to be released into your custody.

He looked worried and asked you to reconsider your idea. You flatly refused and manipulated Zuko into bringing Azula back to the palace.

Once back at the palace, Azula acted like a lost dragoon and didn't dare spend even five minutes away from you.

Now you look after Azula and wield your influence from the shadows, waiting for the moment when you can strike and claim the throne.

Although I do not own the characters from avatar the last airbender, this work belongs to me! I sincerely hope you liked it. please rate it and leave a comment! follow me to see my next posts! Don’t forget that the request are open💖💖💨

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[fandom-go-round]

To Be a Songbird: Part One

Summary: Arranged marriages are wonderful when they work and disastrous when they don’t. The funny part? You never thought that you’d be in this situation. You had always wanted to marry your betrothed and now you’re single. What a joy.

Vil x Reader x Leona

Part One (Here!), Part Two , Part Three

Welcome to the second story for wedding month! This story has some wedding themes that I’m only now realizing lol. I hope that you enjoy! Also: I haven’t decided the final pairing so if you have some thoughts please let me know!

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Insecure Thoughts (Reader), Political Drama

           To love, in Twisted Wonderland, can be a curse. Not in the literal sense (unless you pissed someone off) but because things always ended up on the extremes. It was either a fairy tail happy ending or a villain’s goodbye. The higher up in class you went, the worse it got. Being next in line to a Dukedom (not officially the heir), love isn’t something in the cards. Even for you.

           Partly that was because you were already in love. In love with someone that you had grown up with, someone who had seen you at your worst moments. Someone who had once claimed that he wanted nothing more than to marry you. Of course, that was a long time ago. Now, he doesn’t want you. Now, you’re too insecure to stay but self-respecting enough to break it off. Now, you’re going to break your own heart.

           Today, you break your engagement since childhood with Vil Schoneheit.

♥

           This isn’t how you planned the night to go. Tonight, you had been invited out to party based on your own status. Vil had been invited separately and you hadn’t mentioned anything to him. He would insist one of you skipped and you weren’t willing to compromise after another skipped meeting. You had your own business to conduct damn it. You were going to chat with your friends a bit, talk about the newest peace treaty and avoid Vil.

           Everything went perfectly fine. Vil had seemed annoyed but said nothing once he saw you. That’s all he looked at you with anymore; annoyance or contempt. You ignored him, doing what you set out to do and having a great time. You were even able to get Duke Rosehearts to agree to meet next month. No one was insulted, you smiled at some of the princes and princesses and headed home.

           Vil was already waiting in the foyer as you pulled up, Charlotte helping slip your jacket off. He was pacing back and forth, glaring at the walls. It struck you that it had been years since Vil was in your home. Before he had gotten more serious about modeling. Before he was aiming to be Queen. Before he cut you out of his life. The last time he was in these walls the two of you were running around the garden with fake swords.

           “Lord Schoneheit. What a late visit.” You raised your eyebrows, showing you were none too excited about him being here. All you wanted to do was sleep. Maybe draft a letter of reply to Prince Malleus. He turned at the sound of your voice, a curled smirk on his face. Even then he looked beautiful.

           “Did you truly think I wouldn’t notice?” His question took you off guard and you paused, stopping in the hallway to stare at him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rook and Epel tense and wanted to sigh. There was always an audience now. They were good attendants and you appreciated them but you couldn’t be yourself.

           Vil looked regal in his royal purple assumable, dress ending right above the floor and cape fanned out behind him. His makeup and hair were perfect and you would think he was going to a photo shoot. Rook, his right hand, was in a matching purple suit and cape down to his knees. Epel was also in a suit but in a purple so pale it looked almost white. He looked uncomfortable in the formal wear but had finally stopped picking at his collar.

           “Notice what Vil?” You sighed, tired and not in the mood to play games. “I was ignoring you most of the night, like always.” You thought your reassurances would have made him feel better but instead he scowled more. His heels were muffled on the carpet and he didn’t sway at all on the uneven ground.

           “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” You met his eyes and resisted the urge to step back. His heels made him taller than you and he wasted no time in looming.

           “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You sidestepped him, not backing up but not letting him corner you. “You made it very clear that we’re not to interact in public and I have respected that.” You made to walk past him and he caught your arm, eyes blazing.

           “You danced with other men tonight.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

           “Of course I did, I was asked. What’s the issue with that?” Rook shifted at your question but you couldn’t look at him to confirm. Epel looked paler and moved back, shifting closer to Rook.

           “You are not allowed to dance with anyone until you danced with your fiancé.”          

           “That’s ridiculous.” You wanted to scream. The rule did sound vaguely familiar but you weren’t going to admit that. Southern countries and their courting rules.

           “You think that I wouldn’t notice? Are you trying to embarrass me?” What was left of your patience snapped as his icy tone. You turned on your heel and Vil’s eyes got wide at the emotion on your face.

           “Embarrass you!? I can’t embarrass you when you’re never seen with me! When no one knows we’re engaged! What was I supposed to do, refuse to dance with the princes? I can’t do this anymore Vil!” You could hear gasps and footsteps running from behind you. Your parents would be coming to mediate soon. He started to call you name but you cut him off, shaking your head.

           “I have no issue with your career. I’m glad that you’re happy and you’ve never once pushed away your duties as future Duke. I even agreed, reluctantly, to not announce our engagement.” You laughed bitterly, refusing to cry. “I’m not good enough for you and I can understand that but this is ridiculous! You can’t have it both ways!”

           “I don’t want it both ways!” Vil’s voice rose to match your own, Rook and Epel watching the two of you like a volleyball game. “I want you to respect your station!”

           “My STATION!?” Your voice was a roar. The door opened behind you and you ignored it, taking a step towards him. “You forget yourself! Our contract is based on equal terms! I refuse to do this anymore! I’m tired of waiting for you to call this engagement off! If you won’t pull this bandage off, I will. I am finished!”

           The room was deathly silent. No one dared breathe. Vil looked like you had stuck him across the face. Finally, Rook stepped between the two of you and your mother grabbed your arm, pulling you back. Servants began whispering and talking, their eyes wide. Your father stepped up and began to direct people, for once no one putting up a fight.

           The rest of the night was a blur. You don’t remember Vil leaving but now that the words were in the air, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. You loved Vil with all your heart but you couldn’t, not anymore. The years to trying to be what he wanted, failing, trying again and again with no change. There’s a part of you that knows he cares, of course he does, but you need more than pretending you don’t exist. You need some acknowledgment of your history, of the little boy who loved you. You need him.

           When you wake up in the morning, the paperwork was all filled out. You signed it feeling numb and your parents only nodded. While a treaty with the Schoneheit Dukedom would benefit both countries, it wasn’t necessary to keep up relations and trade. You had spoken with your parents and they with Vil’s father (years ago) and you all knew; sooner or later, the engagement would be called off. No one had ever expected it to be from you.

           Two weeks later, you were officially back on the dating market. Two weeks later, you had to learn to start putting your heart back together. Two weeks later and it was time to get over Vil Schoneheit.

♥

           It took society by storm when news of your broken engagement became public knowledge. It took a couple of months to really gain traction and by then you were a little number. You had agreed to keep things cordial and say that the two of you broke mutually. Vil hadn’t tried to fight you, letting you lead the charge. He looks haunted every time you see him and it breaks your heart at the same time it infuriates you.

           Leona can’t say that he’s surprised when he hears the news. He knew the two of you were engaged, even if you never talked about it. One of those things on public record that no one ever looks into. He’s only talked to you a handful of times, mostly on diplomatic visits. You’re smart and quick, a little too loud for his tastes and a little too soft.

           You’re one of the heirs to the northern most Dukedom and one of the only kingdoms with a strong matriarchy. Your family isn’t as involved politically as others due to geographical location but a surplus of resources mean that you’re usually invited to the table. The Schonehiet Dukedom is on the southwest side of the boarder, one of your closest neighbors.

           There’s been a lot of controversy from the other lords in the country, mostly around bloodline. Your mother had married your father, a commoner. The North has never been as concerned with bloodline as the Southern lands but it still caused quiet a shock. Even after almost 25 years, there were still some lords that refused to see your father as legitimate.

           It was all stupid in Leona’s opinion but it made things interesting to watch. He was more interested in who would take the crown. Call it morbid curiosity but he wanted to know if the second born would become the new Duke. Your brother didn’t want it, as far as Leona could tell, but the advisors wanted someone who was easier to control. You had too much spirit, you would never let them take power. You brother had stronger magic, that was the rumor at least, and some were saying he had inherited the family’s unique magic as well.

           The announcement that your engagement had ended was going to change the game. You had been off the market for years officially because of the engagement and unofficially because you always waved suitors off. Because there wasn’t a precedent, not one felt the urge to push you to accept courting. Now that had all been turned upside down. Not only were you “on the market”, you were willing to make treaties besides purely diplomatic.

           Leona dozed in the afternoon sun, tail thumping against the ground at a steady pace. Marriage was something every royal was expected to do, even himself. He liked you, as much as he could like anyone and sticking it to Vil was always a bonus. A tiny part of him thought that it might be nice to run to the north and away from everything. He snorted, dismissing the idea. It was about power, nothing more and nothing less. He’d send you a letter in the morning; you had been asking to meet around shipping for a while now and Leona wasn’t going to deny you anymore.

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Promise - Josh Dun x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Kiss, swearing, angry Tyler

A/N: Can't be bothered to do a word count bc i'm tired. its about tyler saying he'd wait for reader when she comes back to columbus but when she comes back for the high school reunion she finds out he's married to jenna. so she starts to hit it off with josh.

Worthington Christian High School reunion. 2015. 7 years after Tyler and I had graduated. 7 years after I moved from Columbus to LA in search of making it as a film director. Everyone at home had thought I was insane, throwing my life away for a career I was almost guaranteed to fail at. Except Tyler. The other crazy dreamer in our grade, except his passion was music. We spent two summers together, him helping me make films and me helping organize gigs for him. When I left Columbus we promised we’d wait for each other. I loved him and was willing to do anything to make him mine. 

“I’ll wait for you,” a couple tears dropped down his face as he tried to remain strong. I pulled him in close for a warm embrace, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. I knew I would be back, I was going to make it and then I was going to come back for Tyler. But it had been 7 years and all we’d seen of each other was a few video calls. Tyler had achieved massive success with his band and it was impossible to avoid their songs on the radio. I’d ended up becoming a director, making a few movies and music videos, winning me my first Oscar. I didn’t know why but I was nervous to see Tyler, worried that he’d changed. It was a cold night so I’d made sure to put on a sweater. I was at least half an hour late–being stuck in a meeting with producers was almost always the reason I was late to everything–the entrance to the school was dead, except one man sitting on a bench, staring up at the night sky. 

“The reunion’s tonight, right?” I asked him, trying to figure out if I’d marked it wrong on my calendar. He didn’t look familiar to me, there was almost no way he’d gone to Worthington Christian, I knew everyone in our grade. 

“Yep,” he nodded. 

“Then why aren’t you in there?” I folded my arms and my breath came out in steam, the air much colder than I thought it was. 

“I didn’t go here, my friend and his wife are in there. I drove them here from my house and just stopped to get some air. What about you? How come you’re so late?” He smirked. 

“Uh… I had a meeting. Some producer thing for a new TV show in production. I’m a director,” I spoke, still trying to figure out how the man looked so familiar. He had curly brown hair and arms covered in tattoos, and that golden retriever look about him. 

“That’s cool, I’m a musician, the name’s Joshua,” he seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, “have you made anything I might’ve seen?” I paused to think about what he might’ve seen. He was a musician so surely he’d watch music videos. 

“Well Joshua, I directed the music video for Green Day’s ‘Corvette Summer’ if you’re a fan of them,” I offered. His face lit up, clearly he had seen it. 

“Hell yes I’m a fan, the video was epic. Gosh, I love music videos, they’re awesome,” he grinned. Music blasted from inside the school, they were playing Tyler’s song, ‘Stressed Out’ which was my cue to go inside. 

“Sorry, I should probably get inside, it was nice meeting you Joshua.”

“Wait! What was your name?” He grabbed my hand. 

“Y/N,” I smiled. Joshua pulled out a business card from his wallet and passed it to me. 

“Get in touch with me, I live in LA too. We should get coffee sometime Y/N.” I nodded before slipping away through the doors. The song continued to blast through the speakers as I walked inside the gym. 

“Y/N! Hi!” a jock shouted, towering over me.

“How’s Hollywood?” a popular blondie who I was sure had peaked in high school preened, her phone flashing into my face. 

“Looks like we’ve got two stars in our grade,” Jack, the class president shouted over the mic. He was standing on stage, a can of beer in his hand like no time had passed at all. “Why don’t you two come up here? Talk to us about what it’s like to be better than all of us,” he let out a loud and obnoxious laugh which was then echoed back by everyone else in the room. I felt a hand on my back push me towards the stage, turning my head back to see him, Tyler Joseph. He looked so much older than the last time I’d seen him. His head was shaved in a buzzcut and head was wearing a yellow denim jacket. He looked famous. More so than me. He flashed a smile at me before taking the mic from Jack. 

“Hey everyone,” he waved, “god it is good to be back here with all of you, if you guys even remember us. If you don’t, then I was the basketballer who wrote poems at the back of Mr Stevenson’s math class while the rest of the team was failing his infamous algebra test,” he let out a loud laugh. “Now I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Worthington Christian, the people at this school shaped who I am as a person. I found the confidence to share my music with people here. I stayed in Columbus and I met my loving wife.” I’m sorry, wife? Tyler Joseph was married? My Tyler? The Tyler who’d promised he’d wait for me? I felt dizzy. But that didn’t stop Tyler from shoving the microphone into my hand. The room went silent as I stood there feeling like I was spinning. This wasn’t happening. 

“I–I’m happy to be here,” I tried desperately to smile but I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you for having us back.” I handed the mic back to Tyler before leaving the stage and running out the gym. I felt warm, my cheeks flushing bright pink and the lack of water I’d drank finally catching up with me. I stared at the ground as I desperately tried to hold back sobs. 

“Y/N?” It was Tyler. 

“What the fuck do you want Joseph?” I spat, he knew exactly what he’d done. “I don’t want you here.” 

“I–I know you don’t. I effed up, I get it. But you never came back, you promised me you’d come back and you didn’t Y/N,” he sighed. 

“I fucking waited for you,” the tears started to pour down my cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he pulled me in for a hug, “I still care about you, okay? You’re still important to me.” I nodded my head, waiting for him to let me go. I needed to get back to my hotel before I screamed at him. Finally he pulled back, a sorry look clinging to his face. I pushed past him, walking into the parking lot, I was done. Joshua was still sitting out there looking up at the stars. He turned around as soon as I pushed open the doors, his eyes widening when he saw me. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” 

“Joshua, now's not the time,” I snapped but all it did was make him look more worried. He stood up and started following me through the parking lot–my hotel was a 15 minute walk away. 

“What happened?”

“Just this guy I really liked, Tyler. When I moved to LA we promised we’d wait for each other but apparently he’d married,” I threw my arms up in frustration. Joshua looked confused.

“What?”

“I wasn’t aware you were that Y/N, if I knew I probably would’ve prepared you for what you were about to see,” he said. 

“That Y/N?” Joshua stopped walking and let out a sigh. 

“Y/N do you know anything about Tyler’s band other than radio hits and that he’s in it?” he asked. I shook my head, Joshua chuckled lowly. I probably should’ve known more about my best friend’s famous band but I had been busy. Making movies was tough work.

“Okay well… My name is Joshua but everyone calls me Josh–Josh Dun.” I still shook my head, having no idea what he was talking about. Should I have known who he was? 

“Okay Josh, what does that have to do with Tyler?” He looked baffled that I didn’t know what he was talking about. 

“Tyler’s band… twenty one pilots. I’m the drummer, the other member in the band.” My jaw dropped. Holy shit. Fuck. I just vented about my stupid crush on Tyler to his bandmate. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you alone now Josh,” I ran a hand through my hair and started walking away. 

“Y/N, wait!” Josh grabbed my hand, “I don’t want you to leave me alone. You seem cool, I want to get to know you. Tyler’s told me a lot about you and if it makes you feel any better he felt really bad when he started dating Jenna.” If Tyler felt bad then why did he do it? Clearly they were made for each other if he felt like he could break our promise. I was 25 and hadn’t dated anyone since I’d left for LA because of that promise. I’d wasted 7 years. 

“Thanks Josh. You seem cool too,” I smiled. Maybe Josh would be it, I’d only known him for an hour but he was friendly, interested in film and music, and incredibly attractive.

“You know, I haven’t had dinner yet, do you want to go get some food? Tyler said there was a diner nearby,” Josh suggested. I agreed and walked back to his car. 

Josh had a burger and I snacked on some fries. Things were going well, we’d talked about the band and what it was like touring and we talked about the film industry. We’d even realized that we were on the same flight back home. 

“When we get back to LA, I want to show you my place,” Josh held the door open for me as we left the diner. 

“I’d like that,” I replied, trying to hold back a smile. I climbed into his car as he drove back to the school to pick up Tyler and Jenna. “I should probably walk back to my hotel before Tyler comes out, I don’t want it to be awkward,” I sighed.

“It won’t be awkward, you’re with me. But I do want to give you something before you go back,” he replied. We drove into the school parking lot and waited while everyone walked out. 

“And what’s that?”

“A kiss,” he smirked, leaning in towards me. 

“Oh really?” I smiled, his hand coming to cup my face. I felt his lips brush mine and I closed my eyes, butterflies filling my stomach and cheeks flushing pink. 

“You’re really something else Y/N,” Josh whispered. Knock knock knock. I jumped, turning around to see Tyler standing there with his arms crossed and his wife hiding a smile. 

“You two have known each other for less than a day!” Tyler shouts, a hand rubbing his eyes. 

“And that’s my que to go. I’ll call you,” I laugh, getting out of the car. Josh says his goodbye and Jenna gets in the car. Tyler grabs my arm and drags me aside. He looked angry. 

“First you’re mad at me for marrying someone and now you’re kissing my best friend?” 

“Tyler, that's not fair. Josh and I, we’re just talking, it’s okay, he’s cool.”

“It better be okay because if he hurts you I’ll kill him,” he pulled me in for a hug. He still cared. He still cared.

//

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Happy Halloween

Word Count: 900

Includes: fluff, tooth rotting fluff really; about Spencer and reader on Halloween night enjoying whatever Spencer has planned!! (also ik its not halloween but in my head it always is.)

You hadn't exactly planned the night. In fact, you'd left it up to Spencer to decide how you'd spend you halloween together.

This of course landed you with tons of unanswered questions as you followed him out of the car, trailing behind him cautiously since he was known for acting particularly spooky near the holiday.

Meaning he was more likely to jump scare whoever he was with at the time.

This year you'd both agreed to dress up as Emily and Victor from the corpse bride, him because he had an affinity for Tim Burtons films and you because it had always been one your favorites as a kid.

However as your dress begins to drag, you get closer to what looks like the end of the parking lot, and you begin to hear carnival music you regret your choice of outfit just slightly.

"Spence where are we?"you question, stopping in your tracks.

He looks back at you, smiling, "Trust me?"

You take a few steps forward linking arms with him then, "Always."

As it turns out, you find he had taken you to Washington's "Spooktacular Carnival" event in one of the many parks nearby. As you entered you were both greeted by a Man dressed as Frankenstein who only grunted and pointed when you asked where you could get a map.

From there you both explored to your free will, first stopping at one of the many food trucks nearby to "aquire sustanacance for the spookiest night ever" as Spencer put it. You marveled at the food given to you seeing as it was halloween themed and your tacos looked as though they were somebody's guts and his burrito looked like the remains of someone's flesh.

Though provoking less than hungry appetites within you, you ate your meals and went on your way, stopping by a myriad of carnival-turned-halloween games,

such as "Witches brew" which involved you making your own liquid nitrogen ice cream,"The butcher shop" in which you both entered a pumpkin carving contest and the "Mummy's Demise" in which you happily wrapped your boyfriend in toilet paper, blind folded him and then guided him through a maze filled with 'ghouls and monsters of the undead'.

To say the least many games such as these drained the life out of you, which Spencer proudly stated was the "point of hallow's eve!"

Your favorite game over all though had to be the apple bobbing contest in which Spencer, being Spencer who was so dear of Halloween, dunked almost his entire upper-body into the barrel of water searching for the apples.

Completely forgetting, of course, that he had put makeup on earlier that night to maintain his "dead-ish" look.

After, if not console him on his loss in the contest but also appease your once more growling stomach, you bought some cotton candy for the two of you, which was needlessly to say, being advertised as the brains of the Walking Dead.

By the end of the night you had explored every inch of the carnival, winning the pumpkin contest and getting the two top prizes, a giant bag of candy, which Spencer took excitedly and a Sephora gift card, which you also accepted with glee.

The last stop, was as both of you had been referring to it all night "the big Kahunna", aka the Haunted House. The line was so long you both had decided to buy the tickets for the latest time, there was no avoiding it now. Both your scaredy-cat butts were about to be spooked.

"Y/n I know you're tired...we can just go home." Pleaded Spencer, but you wouldn't let him chicken out this late in the game.

So, you linked arms with him perhaps for the last time that night and stepped up, giving a woman dressed as The bride of Chucky your tickets while Chucky, which you assumed was her date, led you to the entrance.

To say the least you were jump-scared more than once going into the house with was decorated in an old Victorian fashion that gave you the creeps. As Spencer nervously racked his brain for facts to list off about the time era and how Halloween was celebrated in Victorian England, which you learned was throwing lavish parties including intricate rituals and everyone involved.

You however also learned that he is terrified of spiders more than any of the creatures that were popping out at you. And that you were more genius than your genius for bringing a camera in to record his reactions, earning you tons of footage of his albeit cute but equally laughable surprised face.

The haunted house led you guys through a series of rooms, including scenes played out of 'Frankensteins creation', 'Dracula's breaking', 'The Shining's' most origonal scene and more.

Some were even interactive which as Spencer thoroughly enjoyed, as you were more happy to watch the scenes play by.

In the end, you walked out covered in fake blood, spider webs and god knows what they threw at you, grinning like idiots. But never once had you felt un-safe with him beside you, still with your arms linked you walked back to the car together, hands filled with the trinkets and treats gathered that night.

Just before you got to the car he turned to you still grinning, kissed your temple and whispered "Happy Halloween".

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End of the Line

Dean Winchester x (gn) Reader

Request/Summary: Hi! Could I request a lovers to enemies with Dean x reader? Say there was miscommunication between the two during a hunt and it just spirals from there? But they still hunt together for Sam. If that makes any sense😂

Warnings: Nothing much just some angst, arguments, falling out of love

Word count: 2,074

You’d managed to avoid Dean for the best part of a week now, but inevitably there had to be a point where you’d have to see him. You were dreading it; not because something happened, but more because nothing had happened. You’d just been drifting away from each other for the past few months, and at some point you were going to have to face the music and admit you no longer felt the same way about him as you did all those years ago.

As Sam hollered your name for the third time, you rolled off your bed with a groan and headed to the bunker’s kitchen to see him grabbing a few snacks and ramming them in a bag.

“Erm…how long is this hunt expected to be?” You crossed your fingers behind your back hoping he was just overly hungry already.

“A week, maybe more. We don’t know much about the case so we’re gonna need to rest up in a motel and get studying first.”

Fuck.

“Really? We can’t just do that here before we go?”

Sam shook his head as he swung his bag onto his back. “We need to scope out the town first, talk to some locals. Is Dean ready?”

You shrugged. “Not sure, I haven’t seen him yet this morning.” Sam frowned but knew not to push the subject further. It hadn’t passed him by that his brother and his partner hadn’t be spending much time together recently but he knew not to get involved.

Dean ended up to be in the garage, giving Baby a fresh clean before she hit the open road. You seized the opportunity to hop in the back seat while Sam loaded her up, meaning he would have to ride shotgun with his brother. You didn’t fancy having to make awkward conversation with your boyfriend for the next few hours, especially with Sam able to listen in. He’d definitely know something was wrong if that was the case.

Having slept majority of the way, the drive to Dripping Springs, Texas, flew by. Before you knew it, you were trying to act like you weren’t disappointed the motel only had one double bed and Sam had refused your offer to sleep on the sofa. Maybe sharing a bed with Dean would help your relationship seeing as you hadn’t done it in a while?

He seemed just as disinterested though, so that wasn’t likely. 6 years together had left the two of you too comfortable, and sure, at this point most couples might be thinking of marriage and kids, but that had never been on the cards for you. You’d always imagined that once your Gran had passed, you’d leave Lawrence and join them properly on hunts, but that just wasn’t working out. You missed caring for her, and working with Dean wasn’t at all like you’d expected it. You were constantly bickering and always too tired to show each other any love. It had quite literally killed your relationship.

You knew Dean felt the same too. He got frustrated when you got hurt, and honestly he could never focus on the job at hand because he was worrying about keeping you safe. Although he knew you could do that yourself, that didn’t change how he felt. To Dean, you’d always be that sweet 17 year old he had a crush on for years.

The next few days dragged. You tried to get out of the motel room as much as possible, volunteering to talk to the locals and to do research at the library so there was always a distraction. You'd established you were dealing with a classic haunting by a woman who was out to get revenge on town members who had something to do with the death of her young son, who had died when playing in an abandoned warehouse that had failed to be secured properly. So far, she had already gone after the families of the town's mayor and the head of the health and safety council. Now, the daughter of the building regulation and planning committee's exec was reporting seeing a strange woman follow her home from school.

Truth be told, this news was exactly what you'd been hoping for. Now you finally had a lead, you could get on with hunting and clear out. With the family shipped out of town, you lay in wait around the house, each one of you stationed particularly. This ghost was sour with revenge, and seeing you'd soiled her plan would certainly mean she'd be after you. As a result, Sam was ready as bait to lure her out, while Dean was responsible for burning the bones, and you tried to tame her with a list of hoodoo shit that would keep her in the house and hopefully slow her down. With the three of you being so split up, you'd managed to avoid Dean for the best part of the day, which had given you a chance to think about what you were doing to do.

You had to break up with him. There was no other choice. Things just weren't the same anymore, and you had to face up to that.

But not before you put this ghost in the ground for good. On Sam's cue, you chanted around the house, following the woman once you caught sight of her. Alongside the younger Winchester's luring techniques, you managed to isolate her in the living room just as the clock struck midnight. As it did, your shoulders relaxed slightly, knowing this was Dean's sign to have the bones burned. Yet the ghost remained passionately visible, lunging at Sam as you were thrown off by her lack of disappearance.

"What the-" you cursed as you shot at her with salt, pulling her away from Sam and sending her in your direction.

"WHY ISN'T SHE ASH?" you demanded as you shot at her again, this time making her go up in smoke. You took a breath as you looked confused at Sam, knowing she'd be back any second.

"I'd like to ask you the same question!" You whirled round to see Dean standing in the doorway, book in hand, chalk on his fingertips.

"Did you burn the bones?"

Dean frowned at you and grunted. "Did I burn the bones? No of course not, Y/N, that was your job!"'

"What?!" you demanded, looking from one brother to the other. "No, Dean, that was your job. Sam distracts, I defend, you burn. That was the plan!"

Sam backed off, distancing himself from the bickering. He'd let the two of you sort out your allocated roles, so he wasn't going to take the downfall.

"That was not the plan! I was the one supposed to stay here and ward the house and weaken the spirit. You're the one who's done all the research, you know where the bones are!"

You couldn't believe this. Yes, you'd figured out where the woman was buried, but you never signed up to do the heavy work. The most crucial part of the plan had just been abandoned because neither you nor Dean had the patience to communicate with each other effectively.

Sam's gunshot bought the two of you back to reality as the ghost returned. "For the love of God will someone please go and burn those bones!" Sam hissed as he battled the now incredibly irate ghost. Without a moment's hesitation, you leapt towards the door, only to be followed closely by Dean. The two of you sprinted down the road towards the cemetery, rolling your eyes that both of you had just reacted when previously neither of you had.

Skidding to a halt at the location, you clawed with your fingers at the soil. Dean had disappeared, only to return seconds later with a shovel, which he eagerly thrust into the ground beside you. It was probably the speediest grave dig in history; before you knew it, you were coating the bones in salt as Dean sacrificed a lighter and sent them up in flames.

You panted as his phone rang, and collapsed back into the dirt at the sound of Sam's voice confirming you'd finally been successful.

"What the fuck was that, huh? We could have all been killed!" Dean ran a hand through his hair as he hung up on his brother, looking at you with piercing eyes.

"Dean, I think we need to talk," you panted.

With a sigh, he collapsed up against a tree and crossed his arms.

"I know. We've needed to talk for a while. Things haven't been the same, have they?"

You shook your head, biting your lip to try and hold back the tears. You'd been so angry at your own feelings for so long, but only now in your exhausted state did the emotion start to get at you.

"I don't know what happened, Dean. Everything was fine, we were fine, then just..."

"...then just it wasn't." He finished for you, shaking his head. "We aren't the same kids we used to be, Y/N. We've grown up, and we've both seen some shit. I mean, I've been to hell for god's sake. That changes people."

"But I thought it would be easier once we were hunting together. No more long distance, no more responsibilities. What went wrong?" The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks and reflecting in the moonlight.

"Maybe that just wasn't meant to be. We worked so well together before, but I guess people change. You've changed, that for sure. Theres this fire in your now...I'm not saying its bad, but you're not who you used to be. You've lost your innocence."

Your body shook with anger. Sure you'd changed, you'd had to change. You were used to the kind, soft side to Dean, the side you saw after the hunt. You'd never quite prepared yourself for how vicious he could be when he was doing his day job, even though you knew you should have expected it. "Yeah," was all you could manage.

"You're a good hunter, a really good hunter. I think if anything our relationship has made it hard to see that. But we can't work together cos things like this happen. You almost killed my brother back there." Oh he was livid now, but so you were you.

"No, Dean, don't you dare put that on me. You were supposed to burn the bones, or at least thats how I interpreted it. I would never put Sam in harms way, and you should know that. But you're right. We can't work together, clearly."

The two of you stood in silence, your heavy breathing the only sound in the dark night.

"I did love you, Dean. I don't know when I stopped, but I did. And I know at some point you did too."

"Michigan, five months ago. After that Wendigo kill, you came out like a different person. Thats when I stopped."

You winced. That hurt. You'd thrived on that hunt, you'd finally felt like you were alive again. You got all the anger about your Gran's death out, and you truly felt like you'd fought like the brothers. You thought you'd made Dean proud.

"There's no saving this, you know." Your voiced sounded like gravel but you held your ground.

"I know, and I'm sorry. What we had was amazing but its just..."

"Gone." You finished for him, this time stronger. He nodded and glanced down.

"I owe you a lot, Dean Winchester. And your brother. But this is our last hunt together. I'm going to continue, no matter what you say. But I can't do this with you any more."

He sighed heavily and shifted his stance. "I know. I can't stop you, and like I said, you're a damn good hunter. But I think it's the right choice."

"It is."

You both stood there, taking it all in. Eventually, the looming silence was interrupted by a faint shouting in the distance and a shaky flashlight started to grow stronger to your left.

"C'mon, we better tidy up this grave before your brother gives us a mouthful for almost getting him killed. We owe it to him to at least see this hunt through."

Dean agreed, scooping up the shovel and getting straight to work. Silently, you worked to let the poor woman rest once and for all. You only hoped that one day, you could rest peacefully too.

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[kamidukki]

Berrien's 2023 BD Card Story - So That I Could Meet You (1/2)

Part 1

*Before you read, we'd like to inform that this story contains spoiler from EP 2.5.

It's recommended to read EP 2.5 before you proceed.

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- Devil's Palace, Master Bedroom -

- Several days prior to Berrien's birthday -

/sounds of knocking

Lono: Master, can I come in?

[Go ahead]

Lono: Good morning, Master!

Bastien: Good morning, Master.

[Do you two need something?]

Bastien: That's right. There is... something we want to consult you today.

[Consult...?]

Lono: Yeah, that's about it.

Bastien: The thing we want to discuss with you is about... Berrien-san's birthday.

[Oh, Berrien's birthday is...]

Lono: Yes. It's getting closer, March the 5th.

Bastien: We're always indebted to Berrien-san. That's why we want to celebrate the occasion... But when we think of how, we fail to come up with anything good.

That's why we came seeking your advice.

[I see...]

Lono: So, Master, what do you think? Would you lend us a hand?

Since I was also indebted to Berrien, I wanted to congratulate him on his birthday as well.

[Absolutely! Let's think of something together!]

Lono: Thank you very much, Master!

Thus, the three of us, for the sake of celebrating Berrien's birthday, started a strategy meeting.

Lono: Let's see... There are lots of ways to celebrate a birthday, but...

If possible, something that can help Berrien-san relax would be better.

[To help Berrien relax?]

Bastien: Agreed. Recently, Berrien-san seems to be busier than usual...

The person himself might not realise it, but I don't doubt he must be feeling tired.

[Should we gift him a day-off?]

Lono: We did think about that too...

Bastien: But even if we give one to Berrien-san... He'll probably say 'I'm just doing things I want to do' and ends up working anyway.

[I see...]

Lono: The only time Berrien-san isn't working is when he's eating, I guess.

[Then, should we gift him a meal?]

Lono: Eh? Are you suggesting we prepare a birthday dinner for Berrien-san?

[Yes]

Bastien: A dinner... That might work... Also, eating delicious meals can help him recover from fatigue.

Lono: I see! As expected of Master, that was a good idea!

[Thank you]

Lono: Great, since it's a special occasion... might as well throw in the element of surprise!

Oi, Bastien. Let's make a luxurious dinner!

Bastien: Understood. But...

[What's wrong?]

Bastien: Since we're at it, I'm just thinking we might as well get a different present to give Berrien-san at the dinner...

[Then, how about I do it?]

Bastien: ...You, Master?

[I want to give Berrien something]

Lono: How nice! Receiving a present from the Master after a surprise dinner... Berrien-san will be really ecstatic!

Bastien: He really will be, no doubt.

By the way, Master. If you want to go out to buy present, we'll accompany you.

[Is it alright?]

Lono: Yes! Since we need to shop for the dinner's ingredients too... And if you're having trouble choosing your present, feel free to ask our help!

[Thank you]

In order to find a present for Berrien, I went out afterwards, accompanied by the two.

- Central Land, Espoir -

- The following day -

Berrien: Let's see... With this, we're more or less finish buying everything.

Lono: ...

Bastien:

[...]

Berrien: Err... Everyone, is something the matter?

[I-it's nothing]

Bastien: (To think that Berrien-san said he wanted to join our outing... Because we weren't able to find a good excuse to refuse, he ended up coming with us...)

Lono: (What should we do... At this rate, Master won't be able to buy the present... There's no way Master would buy it in front of Berrien-san himself, right.)

[(What should I do...)]

Berrien: Uh... Is everything truly alright?

[I-it is]

Lono: T-that's right! No worries, really!

Bastien: By the way, Berrien-san, saying that you wanted to go along with us... Does that mean there's something you need to get done in Espoir?

[Is that so, Berrien?]

Berrien: Yes, there is.

The truth is... There's this new shop in town that's selling tea and teacups.

Moreover, the owner of the shop is none other than someone we, the Devil Butlers, protected from an angel before.

I received a letter from that person inviting us to take a look at his shop.

That's why, I decided to do so today.

[I see]

Lono: Hee~ To hear from someone we've helped... What a happy story it is!

Bastien: And for him to be an owner of a teashop, it must be brilliant news for you, Berrien-san.

[Isn't that good, Berrien?]

Berrien: Yes, I'm really feeling happy. I look forward so much to visiting the shop 🎶

A teashop... I might find something for Berrien's birthday present there.

Stealing a glance at Berrien's profile, I made a decision on what my birthday present would be.

[(I hope everything goes well...)]

- Teashop in Espoir -

- After a while -

We arrived at the destined teashop.

A man, seemingly to be the owner, greeted us with a big smile on his face.

Shop owner: Well, well, if it isn't the devil butlers! Welcome!

Berrien: Long time no see. Congratulations on the opening of your new shop.

Shop owner: Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you.

Lono: Hehe... As I thought, it feels nice to be thanked so honestly.

Bastien: Yeah, feeling like your hard work pays off.

Shop owner: Now, go ahead and browse at your own leisure. Tea leaves or tea wares, we've got quite a collection here.

Berrien: /chuckles

Well then, we'll do right away.

Having said that, Berrien began to look at the teacups on the display.

Berrien: Hmm, each of them is pretty... Oh?

[What's wrong?]

Berrien: Master, please take a look at this teacup over here.

At the end of Berrien's pointed finger was a beautiful teacup with orange colored pattern and golden rim.

Berrien: How beautiful... I like the warm, honey-like color.

[It's lovely]

Berrien: Yes. Moreover, the delicate touch of the painting is wonderful.

Berrien seemed to be entranced by the teacup before him.

If so... gifting him this teacup might be a fine idea.

The problem was how to buy it without him noticing...

[(What should I do, I wonder...)]

Bastien: /coughs

Excuse me, Berrien-san.

Lono: Err, well... Could you come over a bit? We want to ask about what teas go well with what dishes.

Berrien: Oh? Are you both interested in tea?

Understood. I'll be over there soon.

Saying that, Berrien walked over to them.

Lono: (Master, now is your chance!)

[(Thanks, you two!)]

While Berrien was preoccupied on the other side, I secretly made a payment.

Just as I finished the transaction, the conversation between them seemed to have settled down.

Berrien: I suppose it was more or less like that, speaking of tea that matches the dish served.

Bastien: I see... I wonder if it applies to meat dishes as well.

Lono: Hmm... All this talk is making me want to make more meat dishes...

Sorry, Berrien-san. Can I go out a bit to buy some more meat right now?

Berrien: It's fine by me. In that case, I'll be waiting here with the Master.

Lono: Really sorry, Berrien-san. But I'll come back soon.

Bastien: Oi, Lono. If you're going to buy meat, I'll tag along.

Lono: I don't mind, but we're not stopping by a weapon shop on the way, got it?

Alright, then... Master, Berrien-san, please excuse us.

Bastien: Excuse us...

Lono and Bastien exited the shop.

Berrien: Well, they've gone.

...Fu fu.

[What happened?]

Berrien: Oh, no... It's just, I feel like those two is more in sync than they've ever been.

As a fellow first floor butler, I can't help but be happy.

Moreover, since I have gotten quite busy with the requests recently, it's been a while since I'm able to enjoy my time slowly with you, Master. This makes me happy too... And I ended up laughing a little.

[Berrien...]

Berrien: The peaceful moments I'm spending with you are what rejuvenate me.

... A butler isn't supposed to be saying such things, is he.

My apologies, Master.

If you'd be very kind to forget what I've just said, I'll be grateful.

By the way, Master...

[Yes?]

Berrien: Since yesterday, don't you think the atmosphere is somewhat restless?

[Eh!?]

Berrien: Besides, both Lono-kun and Bastien-kun seemed a little off...

[D-did they?]

Berrien: /chuckles

Yes. Since we've spent quite an amount of time together, I can somehow catch the difference.

As expected, Master too... is feeling a little restless, right?

[N-not really...]

Not wanting him to find out about the surprise, I averted my eyes from Berrien's.

Berrien: Oh~? Master, why wouldn't you look at me? 🎶

With the playful smile still on his expression, Berrien's gazes once again locked with mine.

[E-err...]

Berrien: /chuckles

My apologies, Master. It's supposed to be a secret from me, isn't it?

[I-I can't tell you anything yet...]

Berrien: Oh my, is that so. Am I to look forward to it, then?

[Absolutely]

Berrien: Fu fu, understood. Then, I'll be sure to wait patiently.

I don't know what kind of secret it could be... but looking at Lono-kun, Bastien-kun, and Master who seem to be having fun, I can't help but feel the same 🎶

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Part 2

[rainneverstopped]

July 17th 2024, 4:20pm

I’ve been fighting for about three hours with myself about whether or not to go out. I know I should because it’s sunny and it might be fun but I’m so tired and drained. It’s a constant state that I can’t seem to get out of. It’s been months since I wrote a list of places I’d like to go to and still there hasn’t been a single day when I have felt well enough to go. The worst part is that I don’t feel rested if I stay at home and nap. I end up feeling awful but if I go out I’m constantly anxious, guilty over the money spent on public transport and %80 of the times I fight back tears (oftentimes failing) at how incredibly bored I am and how tedious it feels to “go out”. I end up realizing that this country has nothing for me anymore but I don’t have the capacity to leave. My brain also always defaults to going to the same two places because I’m used to it and going to places that I rarely go to and could therefore be more fullfilling require a completely different amount of energy and the uncertainty makes it so that I’m anxious the whole time, planning in my mind how and when to go back home. It’s awful because I’m stuck in this routine that feels safe but leaves me depleted. Some parts of it are less productive and easy than the alternatives that I could go for but because I’m used to it I perpetuate it. This is one of the most annoying parts of my autism. I know better and yet I can’t fight myself. I waste away day after day. Honestly, I think it’s a combination of loads of things. I think being perceived has become too big a challenge. I hate myself and feel disheveled at all times. I know if my hair, nails, teeth, skin were perfect and I had new nice outfits I would be far more likely to go out and I won’t judge myself for it because I also deserve to feel like I’m representing myself in the ways I would like. I feel so over and inferior. I don’t feel a “self” most of the times. I also feel like an absolute outcast in my own community because they are always talking about special interests and autistic joy and hyper focusing on things and learning everything about it and pattern recognition and skills and I have none of that. I have the frustrating sides of it. I can’t focus, my intelligence is average at best, I don’t have encyclopedic knowledge on anything, don’t feel interest or joy most of the times. I’m not particularly creative. I wish there was more visibility for autism like mine. I know I’m not the only one but it’s hard to come out and say it when it’s all showed through a happy filter of “superpower”. Mine isn’t a superpower at all. I feel very impaired by it. Socially, professionally, in my ability to do things day to day, enjoy my life, go out. I have executive dysfunction and my burnout triggers are not things I can avoid or do less of. If anything I should do more. Also as part of the %80 of en employed autistics, I don’t feel very encouraged or hopeful. It stings when I notice others managing and having all these specific, high skill jobs. It’s not that I want them to fail, far from it but I just can’t be like that now. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. It scares me and I don’t feel hope or excitement for the future. I also have been feeling such resentment at the way my social circle treated me as a child (I’m late diagnosed) and not getting validation from them makes me dislike them and not want to talk to them. I don’t think I’ll go out today after all. I’ll hate myself for it but thinking about the subway and putting money in my subway card, the people, getting dressed, I just can’t today. I wish I could. I wish I could decide to do things and do them. I don’t understand how most people go out, do things, are and look put together and enjoy these activities they decide to do. They nurture themselves with them. I find myself drained by them instead. I sincerely can’t make sense of it. It’s so hard to convince myself to go out and the payout is not what it should be but I hate being at home all the time. I don’t know where to go from here.

[hutaosgraveyard]

“Your beauty never ever scared me”

A scaramouche x GN!Reader SMAU

Chapter 4: Christmas Lights

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You sighed in relief as Ayaka’s car pulled up, the air released forming a slight fog from the cold. You quickly opened the car door and hopped inside, the warmth enveloping you. “Sorry it took so long, I had to pick up more people than expected,” Ayaka apologized, starting to drive to the lights.

“No worries, I get it. This is all that tall assholes fault,” you reassured her.

You and Scaramouche unfortunately had to sit on the floor due to the lack of room in the car, as Ayaka’s friend Yoimiya decided to join you all a few days prior. You rested your head on Scara’s shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Tired?” Scaramouche chuckled, seeing your drowsy state.

You nodded, “Yeah, I barely got any sleep, I’ve been trying to finish this stupid ass science project over the weekend,”.

“Is it done?”

“Yeah, I finished it an hour ago,”.

Scaramouche pinched your thigh, “You should have stayed home and gotten some sleep,”.

“I know, but I wanted to come, I like hanging out with you guys,” you explained, rubbing the spot you got pinched.

Scara sighed, “God you’re weird, I would’ve stayed home if I were you,”.

“That’s because you take almost any chance you have to avoid any human interaction,”.

“No I don-,”.

Scaramouche was interrupted by Yoimiya’s shouts, “WE’RE HERE EVERYONE! YAAAAAY!!”

You all got out, chuckling at how excited Yoimiya was. You then bought tickets to walk through the Christmas lights. There were some cuter ones, like little snowmen or elves hard at work, and then there was the beautiful forests of lights. Bright blues and whites glittering in an attempt to mimic snow. “I’ve always thought these lights are really impressive, can you imagine how long it must take to put this all together?” Kazuha commented, enjoying the view.

“I dunno, I just know that I don’t have the patience to put something like this together,” you replied, squeezing the hot hands you had in your pockets.

“You literally spent two and a half hours decorating the school Friday,” Scaramouche reminded.

“Well I’d imagine it would take a lot longer than two and a half hours to put this all together,” heizou chuckled.

You nodded, lightly elbowing Scara, “Yeah, what Heizou said,”.

After reaching the end of the lights, there was a small shop set up serving hot chocolate and other drinks. “Aw man, I only brought enough cash for my ticket,” you sighed.

“You seriously didn’t bring a card?” Scaramouche asked.

“Nope,”.

“Ugh, it’s fine. I’m already getting Kazuha something to, I’ll pay for your sorry ass too,” scaramouche said, trying his hardest to seem annoyed.

You smiled at this action, ordering yourself some hot chocolate. Then you all sat down, chatting away enjoying your drinks.

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Authors notes:

•Ngl I kinda forgot these are college students who probably have a shit ton of school work until just now

•This is a pretty short chapter, and the next two will probably be short as well, but the chapters will get longer as Act 1 progresses

•Fun fact: the people present at this outing are the only people Scaramouche would ever really pay for in this AU 💀

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[sagiow]

Fic Asks: for In Camera, ✿ &▵; ✦, if you're feeling generous!

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished?

Oh yeah. The word and chapter count.

I NEVER in a million years expected this to go over 30K words. I have NEVER written anything this long all by myself.

My initial plan was 5 chapters including a final smut scene. All over in ~10k because my typical batting average is 2K per story.

I fell into more than a few deep research holes that uncovered "fun" facts that I wanted to incorporate into the main story (that whole Cornelia = Horn = Pawnee thing ruined me, and *you* also took me on a ride with the whole "when is a talk about horses truly about horses?" side quest). And then there was all of Eli's trauma to at least try to deal with too.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

A favorite line out of 30K words is next to impossible. I know that one that popped up in my head fairly early and marinated there very long (because rabbit holes and side quests) was Eli's "[...] we should be finding us another orphan in a day or so." [...] What do you say we keep that one?"

which really represents the Happy Peak of Mount Ship for these two and when the whole thing starts tumbling down the other side.

And also because it was followed by "A new family. With you." which was a totally gratuitious recall to the found family discussion from the show (and the always hilarious ".....nono I was... merely reversing the argument" that sadly I still haven't found a way to call back BUT I WILL. (this is another gratuitious call back))

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

Well the one I'm working on right now -part time. extremely part time- feels like 50 pushups every sentence but Spring Baseball Tsunami has finally hit so that might be that. The Brain is Elsewhere. And after 4-5 months, the Heart has Healed.

Oddly, I think The English fics have been generally easier (or at least, quicker) to write than most of the Mercy Street ones, but maybe it's just the experience finally kicking in. North Star, Chief Star was really quick (probably because I was doing just about anything to avoid the Angst Fest that In Camera had devolved into, at that point. Same goes for writing that fun epilogue with Cornelia and Neil and Julian Potentially Reincarnated and Promptly Shot as a Goose.).

I think both the endings of In Camera and Acikskatakusiir have been really tough to write (hell, even the latter's title is still a "copy / paste from AO3" game). It pains me as much as my Dear Readers to leave characters in a sad, unresolved, canon-compliant place. And I may have my membership card now, but writing smut does not come naturally AT ALL. Maybe that's why that next one feels like flipping tractor tires across a field: I ower you all a SleeperCar Smut scene.

Going further back in your honor, Old Mansion House Friend, crossovers are My Special Place in Hell so I remember our Mercy Street Holiday "Silver and AU" Challenge being especially difficult to work on, but there was no way I was not participating in a Mercy Street Holiday Challenge with you fine folks.

Thank you for the ask (and the patience with a VERY long answer!)

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Ooooh :D

Okay, so number seven: the hide and seek one.

This is one of the chapters for If You Want Love! It should be the next one I post :D

I was actually planning to post a very different chapter (the one I sent you a while ago) but then I realized that if I did that, I’d be skipping over like… six years of Wilbur’s life, and I didn’t really want to do that.

Besides, I looooove writing about little kids!! So I decided to write a different chapter that takes place when Wilbur is ONLY TWO YEARS OLD 🥺 HE IS SO PRECIOUS.

It starts off with Phil and Wilbur in the park together, sitting on a picnic blanket and playing peek-a-boo :’D

Phil… gets very tired of that game after about ten minutes XD so he decides to play a different game instead.

They both agree to do hide and seek, so Phil closes his eyes and counts to ten as Wilbur runs off to hide.

Now, this sounds pretty fluffy, right? Pretty cute? Pretty innocent? Happifying? And it definitely is—one of the most happifying things I’ve ever written—but then it… takes a turn.

Wilbur is a natural wanderer; he doesn’t like to stay in one place for long. He’s always got his eyes set on the horizon, always has a heart for adventure. This is true even when he’s little.

So… Wilbur hides… a bit… too well. And Phil can’t find him.

Cue the second half of the fic being nothing but Phil panicking and running around the park trying to find his missing toddler :’0

It has a happy ending (of course) but it’s still pretty scary for Phil. I’ve written some of it, probably a bit less than half. Hoping to finish soon!!

This was very much inspired by @icyfox17, who gave me the idea (along with many other AMAZING ideas AAAAAAH) so big thanks to her :D

Number twelve: two frenemies in a rooooooom!

I got this idea after seeing some art, and the plot is this: two men, who are enemies, who also have a very complicated relationship, who also crave conflict, who also hate each other, who also respect each other, who also used to be friends, become trapped in a broken elevator together. For. Many hours.

The two men are Wilbur and Quackity aodbsksbwksvwj

But yeah; the elevator breaks as they’re going down, leading to them being stuck (together) until Charlie can fix it.

Tntduo basically go through the five stages of grief lol they are NOT happy about being stuck and DEFINITELY NOT happy about being stuck in the same place. They try to find a way out, which fails. Then they try to figure out how to survive (Wilbur is dramatic and slightly traumatized so he’s not taking this very well) and they also try to avoid each other (which doesn’t work. Lol)

Eventually though, they end up hating each other a little less. Quackity has to calm Wilbur down a lot, and they end up playing cards and sharing food and chatting a bit.

I started writing this at 8pm on a bench at a golf course akdvsksvsiwhdisbei

But yeah, this is supposed to be a fun, humorous one-shot with a few serious bits. I’m currently a bit stuck on it though.

[kitkatt0430]

On Episode 19 of 90's Flash we get their take on the Mirror Master as Barry's villain of the week. But wait, there's more. Tina must contend with... her mother.

We've got some hacking going on at the start of the episode - Mirror Master and his accomplice I guess. They both back stab each other and Sam (so it's Sam Scudder they went with, it seems) loses out.

Tina - It's the end of the world as I know it, and I don't feel fine. Barry - It's your mother, Tina.

Jocelyn is... interesting.

Sam's blond accomplice sees Barry at the station and... kisses him. After she recognizes him. Seems there is gonna be a lot going on in this episode.

Blondie is Stasia Masters, Barry's ex from high school. Or he did her homework? Something went on between them, anyway. And I think she stole Barry's wallet. Yup. Got his social security card in there and everything.

... who keeps their social security card in their wallet? Like... I keep that in a fire safe unless i actually need it for something. Barry's just asking for identity theft here.

So Jocelyn is miss Posh. But while she's nothing like Carla Tannhouser from 2014 Flash personality wise, Jocelyn's relationship with Tina reminds me of Caitlin's with Carla. Complete with Tina clearly having a better relationship with her father, who may or may not be deceased. It's not clear, but Jocelyn says something about him and Tina gets defensive of him.

Stasia in thief verse thief who is better armed than her. Her chase naturally runs past Barry and two cop buddies.

Seems Stasia stole some holographic tech, she tosses an emitter and a cowboy showed up. Barry tries to get 'him' out of the way only to realize it isn't real when he passes through. It's funny watching him trying to avoid the cowboy's lasso.

Stasia - I gotta find someone to help me. *kisses Barry's wallet*

She's weird. Like. Really weird.

Julio trying to be wingman for Barry is amusing. Meanwhile Barry has got to be wondering why everyone always seems to want to talk to him about the Flash?

Stasia - I'm trying to get away from an abusive boyfriend. If only I'd dated you in high school, maybe I wouldn't have such terrible taste in men now. I should go to a hotel now, as I pointedly hint how cold and lonely they are. Barry - *stammering, reduced back to high schooler with a crush*

So it seems the Mirror Master is a master of holographic technology - smoke and mirrors plus technology. But it's possible he does have something more than that.

Tina is annoyed her mom is blowing her off, so she leaves STAR Labs... right as someone sneaks back in to her lab for... something? Oh, she forgot her keys. and Sam fakes a fire. and a mime by accident... and firefighters. Somehow Tina doesn't realize they're all fake.

Sam escapes while she's distracted.

Stasia - So, really, what's up with the Flash? Did someone build him? Barry - What, like some mad scientist? Some Professor Zoom?

I am so proud of the writers for that Professor Zoom reference. I wonder if they'd have had Eobard show up if there'd been a season 2.

Anyway, Barry is really tired of Stasia being interested in talking about the Flash. Tina calls to interrupt his date over the fake fire. Naturally leaving Stasia alone at his place where she hides the battery she stole from the west coast STAR Labs at the start of the episode.

Sounds like Tina's dad is probably still alive. Tina thinks her mom resents her for staying with her dad when they divorced - Tina was thirteen, however. If her mom had wanted to have custody of Tina, then she could have fought to get it. Honestly, I get the impression that Jocelyn just wasn't really interested in being a mom. Her treatment of Tina now - telling Tina to call her Jocelyn instead of mom - seems to indicate that anyway.

Scudder scares a man out a window to his death using those holograms of his. Dun dun duuuun

It is too bad Sam doesn't have his actual mirror gun from the comics, but the holographic tech he and Stasia are using is pretty interesting.

Sam and Stasia reunited. So touching as he tries to kill her. Truly, it's love.

Stasia - I can get you the Flash. I-I totally sold the battery. To Professor Zoom. The guy who created the Flash.

*snicker* Professor Zoom is one of Eobard's aliases in the comics, alongside the Reverse Flash. And since in the 2014 show he did create the Flash, I'm finding this pretty funny.

Anyway, Sam buys what she's saying. The toxic lovers kiss and make up, but Sam only gives Stasia 24 hours to bring him the formula for creating the Flash.

Meanwhile, Barry spent a sleepless night looking for the missing Stasia. Julio looks her up to see if maybe she's got a criminal history that might indicate who her abusive ex is - and when Mr. Alias Mirror Master comes up, Barry realizes that Stasia must be connected to the the holographic tech and the guy Barry fought the evening before.

Tina and Barry go to spend time with Jocelyn at an art gallery.

Barry - So I know that you're supposed to say juxtaposition and duality in the same sentence when talking about art. *cuts to art snob with Jocelyn who uses juxtaposition and duality in the same sentence while talking about art*

lol

Tina tells Jocelyn off and it feels like it was a long time coming. Jocelyn wimps out and going after Tina and Barry points out to her that it would help if Jocelyn would just make time for her for a change to let Tina know she cares. Jocelyn does not take his advice.

Stasia's tries to get Barry in on her con on Sam which is hilarious - the spiked hair, the sunglasses indoors, the comically oversized coat... she's all, you have to pretend to be Professor Zoom, creator of the Flash, to get my evil ex off my back. Barry's fake accent as Professor Zoom is soooo bad.

this is hilarious :D

Barry - I invented all the cool and useful things like video games and the microwave.

This man is not made for undercover work. E1 Barry's persona as Sam the Hacker in season 2 of the 2014 show was better than this.

Barry swings by the gallery again to try and get Jocelyn to talk to Tina again, but Sam follows and takes him and Jocelyn hostage. With a laser set up to kill them. He also flips through Barry's wallet. With his social security card in it. Because he's a stolen identity waiting to happen.

All roads lead to the train station. Stasia tries to sell the battery, Tina attempts a sort of citizens arrest with her gun, Sam takes the battery and leaves a bunch of holograms, Barry shows up as the Flash to play whack-a-mole with the fake Scudder's until Tina points a bright light at the holograms, dissipating them so Barry can catch the real one.

Stasia almost gets away, but Barry gets her arrested. The stolen items - crystal and battery - are recovered.

Tina and Jocelyn finally talk and... okay, so Tina's dad is dead. It is confirmed. And Jocelyn finally agrees to make time to spend with Tina.

It's a fun episode overall. I do wish they'd had Scudder with the mirror gun though. The holographic circles being used everywhere - and left behind everywhere - couldn't exactly be cheap so having a thief constantly wasting all that money? Using a mirror gun to execute his thefts probably would have made more sense, tbh.

Stasia and Rosa Dillon from the 2014 show do have some interesting parallels going on - Sam's girlfriend who becomes his ex by turning on him down the line...