#but i don't care i just. i want them to go back to their house i don't want to go see them for new years i don't want any of this

[boobachu]

Universal Basic Income

Free, comprehensive healthcare. Like I don't want anyone like "Yeah I'd fix my teeth but I can't" like that shit shouldn't exist just heal everyone to the best of medical science.

Free Housing. Homelessness has no reason to exist just give everyone a home.

All technology made available to everyone. I should be able to buy a brand new Nintendo Entertainment System, and a brand new Mc Kids and play that on a brand new CRT I don't give a shit how niche that shit is or copyright law if that costs over $50 to do then I'd say society failed and needs to do better.

Pasta Anytime Spaghetti, they haven't made that in years, yet another failure of capitalism.

A Sonic game where Tails and Amy are playable and the controls are as tight as the Dreamcast games and the camera's just as good like I don't want no Bubsy 3D-ass right analog stick controls just let me move left to right with the triggers and maybe a re-orient button like in Splatoon if you please.

Amy Rose should have a focus on her Piko-Piko hammer which has been her main power since Sonic Championship, the tarrots are fine but as an attack? No. As a way to hover? No. That's just stupid it's like Sonic attacking by sneezing because of obscure lore or Knuckles only being able to climb on grapevines or Shadow being triggered by flashing lights and if you get too close you're disabled remembering Maria dying and the enemy gets a free shot it's just stupid and annoying! Let Amy swing her hammer around!

Also Amy being anime is funny. Like Sonic deserves to get his ass beat cuz he's a baka baby and baka babies get the mallet! Quit sanding off the edge off of cartoon characters you corporate fucks!

Shoes that don't hurt my feet

Dippin Dots like I can't find a stand I just want a big thing of dippin dots.

Large breasts, like either that or a smaller rib cage but I feel safer getting larger breasts and like I'd prefer natural ones that I don't have to refill but I suppose if there's free healthcare it doesn't matter.

Oh yeah abolish the TSA like why does that exist? Why the fuck does AIRPLANE II exist in real life? You don't need sci-fi to see my dick you sick freaks!

Abolish ICE too like that's another drain on tax dollars it's just "oh ho ho I'm going to skulk around kintergarden to hunt down mexicans" like how about I hunt you for sport? You're a blight on humanity begone!

Also why is the US Military so fucking big? We're not even taking over the world it's stupid. CHANGE IT!

Big titty significant other to play video games with me and I make home made bacon cheese fries and they're like "yaaaaaay"

No LED or otherwise super-bright lights on automobiles like the "and we're wearing sunglasses" line in Blues Brothers was supposed to be an absurdity, not practical advice!

Video Game controllers use magnetic joysticks none of this cheap-ass plastic crap that breaks in a year.

Bring back railroads, like where's the damn choo-choo trains?

Make cars look sexy again, like 1994 was the last time I saw a good looking car.

Like just make old models "oh it doesn't go 140mph" WHO CARES?! It's sexy!!! "It's not as safe as new models" Dude new models are tanks that rely on cameras those ain't safe either give me my grandmamobile

Remake the Ranma 1/2 cartoon to not hurt my eyes. Like how did you fumble so bad?

All monitors are able to disable hot colors, Monitors from around 2005-2011 had the sweet spot and that needs to be more standard. Like if you enjoy hot colors that hurt like looking at the sun sure but I want to fucking look at colors without desaturating them to hell!

Cane Sugar should be super-standard. I get some people like HFCS so I don't want that abolished but I should be able to get a 12 pack of Dr Pepper with imperial cane sugar, I should be able to ask for cane sugar sodas at Whataburger, it should be everywhere.

Life sized on-model Sonic plushies

A large red couch for them to sit on

The next Animal Crossing to have a multiplayer focus, tortumer island + amiibo festival except you don't need amiibos and there's more minigames.

Critters in Animal Crossing to be cute again, I don't want to freak out at the bugs

[ineffably-human]

So here's my problem.

And it's not about Nandermo, not exactly anyway. Because I didn't expect Nandermo to become textual until the very end, if at all. The show kept making it clear that they liked their ambiguity to keep the relationship on the razor's edge, and Paul Simms made it clearer and clearer that for some reason (put a pin in this) he just couldn't see their connection as a sexual one.

But I frankly don't care about that, because if anything is canon in this show it's that the vampires will eventually fuck everything, and Nandor canonically fucks his other friends. More importantly, their connection was always the emotional core of both characters. And Paul always did say he saw their relationship as a romance, if a strange and non-sexual one.

So I figured we'd maybe get Nandor confessing that Guillermo meant a lot to him (and immediately walking it back a little), or Guillermo confessing how lost he feels without his vampire dream and Nandor offering him a place. Maybe an ambiguous, could-just-be-queerplatonic-partners 'I love you'. Maybe just the hug they kept teasing for three or four seasons and never got. We got like...half of two of those, in episode 10, so I guess that's a wobbly semi-fulfilled thing by my definition of it.

But it's not the Nandermo of it all. It's the Guillermo of it all. And how this final episode seemed to almost mock Guillermo's place at the emotional core of the show.

And the Guillermo of it all is why we never got the Nandermo of it all.

Shadows has vampires doing absurd-ass things, but every character also has things they want and feel, and there are various amounts of emotional ink spilled about it. The show has found space, sometimes very poignant space, to take that seriously in between the piss and sex jokes. The vampires change very slowly and in spirals, they repeat a lot of their old issues that stem back even to their mortal lives. But they always try.

And things do change in the vampire house; that is not the same household from the first season. Every single character, right down to the Baron and the Guide and Derek, are in different and better places than they were before the show began. They've made progress in their individual desires, and a lot of that is due to the improved connections they have with each other, connections we've watched them foster. A lot of the time it's because they're talked about as a found family, something Guillermo started and Guillermo believed before any of the rest of them did.

---

So where is Guillermo this season? Our human point of view, our dynamic character, the character who has a dream and wants something more than any of the others? Whose dream drives the storyline of the entire show?

Guillermo has chosen to be human, and he thinks he can't be part of the household if he's not a vampire. We watch Guillermo try to throw himself back into the human world trying to make up for lost time - to the point that he forgets the person he called his best friend, the people he called his family, in a way I think we never fully resolve. He thinks he's thriving, and he doesn't even seem upset about leaving the others behind.

We watch him revert (and that's fine, people revert sometimes) to the same waiting lapdog he was when we started the series. We watch him realize that and he says no. Nandor stands up for him, and feels better and more fulfilled in doing so, and that's a great capstone for Nandor and Nandor's own tendency for selfishness. And that's excellent. Episode 10 was a great start for all the ground they had to cover.

Nandor offers for Guillermo to be his partner in crime. His sidekick, but Guillermo expressed that desire back in season one so it's not an insult inherently. But here's the problem. Here's the part of Guillermo that has frankly always been a problem, because I thought it's something the show was eventually going to cover respectfully, and instead it was always part of the joke.

---

Guillermo is someone who made a decision sixteen years ago as part of a very young man's desire, to be respected and have cool powers, to live forever, to see the world. (He somehow thought being a vampire, and only a vampire, could get him those things but that's a rant for another time.)

That young man has grown up. He's in his mid-thirties, he has a body count. We've watched him at various times be empathetic, clever, cunning, and brave. Also extremely sexy in bodyguard gear. (And for some reason, the show keeps wanting us to forget that for a season he was extremely competent and badass and sexy pretty much all the time, and he seemed thrilled to be in that role, and he didn't even care about being a vampire if he could protect Nandor in that way and be regarded as 'part of the team'.)

Then Nandor dresses him in a stupid cowboy costume, and gives him a sidekick name ending in 'Kid', which he seems less than thrilled about. They all still talk about him the entire episode as if he's a disobedient child. The vampires speculate if Guillermo is having a fling with the crew, but no - Guillermo's had one boyfriend, who we saw him hug once and nothing more. Despite living in a house for fifteen years that is openly raunchy and shameless, he seems like a character designed to be both desexed and humiliated, and they never expand on the reason why.

(And if Guillermo were ace it'd be amazing, hell it's my headcanon at this point, but I don't think that's what they're going for. I think the show just desexualizes Guilermo. As a matter of praxis. For some reason.)

And the show has done this more and more to Guillermo in the later seasons. Nandor says he could steal original!Freddie easily from Guillermo if he wanted to. The vampires laugh at the thought of him being a vampire - "a little bat pooping everywhere," and Guillermo's time as a vampire has him basically feeling no different in his sexuality or, after a very brief moment, his confidence. Even Nandor's big climactic moment in Episode 10 has him saying that just because Guillermo isn't as cool or hot or interesting or strong as Jordan (or Nandor) doesn't mean Guillermo deserves to be treated poorly.

Look, I don't know if it's because Harvey Guillen is babyfaced, or because he's fat, or because he carries a different energy to his masculinity. Or because it's great to talk about gay sex and being horny, but writing a gay relationship is just too hard. Or some fun combination of all those things.

But I keep thinking about everyone freaking out when Nandor swooped into the collapsed floorboards to save Guillermo in season 4, and everyone freaked out and swooned. And Paul Simms expressed that as "[Nandor] has to save his little buddy."

Guillermo is a grown-ass man, with a desire to feel powerful and special and accepted, who Nandor sees as his little buddy. (Who everyone in the house sees as their little buddy, and it's nice he's part of the family, but...) After every emotional beat that makes them seem like equals with a special connection, he reverts to the less-cool sidekick who makes Nandor feel special and important. And Guillermo's prior devotion to Nandor - not to vampirism, not to a job or promotion, to Nandor - changes to other things, but Nandor never figures out why that hurts him so much. And for some reason the deepest bond of the series just isn't sexual, the showrunner just can't see it that way, in a house where everyone's fucking but not you Guillermo.

We're at the end of the story, and that's our punchline.

---

And we don't end on one of the points where Guillermo is asserting himself as someone who deserves to be taken seriously, and given the things he wants - and the show has had plenty of those moments, all of which seem to be building and evolving his relationships over the years.

We end on Guillermo being told that suddenly, the documentary is packing up without any fanfare or clarity on what they were looking for in the first place. We get Guillermo stumbling for clarity on what it all meant, what the point was for him and what his life is going to be now. We're told over and over again the documentary (and Guillermo, and the viewers) needs a satisfying capstone, needs emotional closure.

And the vampires tell him to shut up. And they tell him this has all happened before, and none of it is special to them. ("No human is special," Nandor said several episodes ago, and never went back on it.) And they tell him to do a little dance for their amusement, and Colin recites some pithy lines. And every attempt to take a moment to care about Guillermo's journey, or the core of his character and what he needs, is turned into a joke for him and for us.

Guillermo's looking for a point to it all, for some kind of fulfillment, and there wasn't one. And everyone is satisfied in that but him. And even if there were times Guillermo got the chance to be respected, to have cool powers (which he kept, but the vampires keep forgetting them), to live forever (he will die and leave Nandor someday!), to see the world - none of these things are going to come to him now.

It would make absolute, complete, and devastating sense for Guillermo to feel he's outgrown them and to leave. Nandor doesn't even seem upset enough to try and stop him. We never really get a clear reason about why he decides to stay.

I mean, it's for friendship or something, with a line about how they can still be close but he needs 'his own thing'. But in six seasons, over and over and over, we've been driven back to the idea that the most emotional part of this story is Guillermo's desire to become accepted in this family, and the effect he has on Nandor. That Guillermo needs this home and he consistently makes Nandor softer, kinder, less selfish and more fulfilled when they're together.

But those parts of their relationship, the love story parts, don't matter. Guillermo is going to find 'his own thing' when it's been clear how entrenched in this world he is (right down to his DNA), but Nandor will drag him back into shenanigans anyway, probably keeping Guillermo from whatever 'his own thing' is.

And Guillermo will always be Nandor's sidekick, his little buddy, never to be taken seriously. And one day, Guillermo will die, and he'll be someone they all forget. And for some reason, he'll be just fine with that, because he belongs with them but will never really be in a better position.

And he'll be satisfied with that. For some reason. But I won't.

[xoxoavenger]

Sunflower

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N has a crush on Robin's friend Steve, but when she learns about his dating history she retreats in on herself.

word count: 3327

warnings: self depreciation, reader is only described as not skinny but by herself in comparison to other Stranger Things characters, happy ending guys I swear, also based off the song sunflower from that one movie (I don't remember I just get it stuck in my head)

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"Please?"

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" Robin had been trying for the past hour to make her best friend come with her to the movie night that Steve was hosting.

"Robin," Y/N was not budging. It's not that she didn't want to hang out with Robin, but going to a strangers house full of people when you only know one was not her idea of a fun night.

"Just give me a good reason, at least." Usually Robin stopped begging by the fourth 'no,' but tonight she was very pushy for an unknown reason.

"I don't know anyone!" Y/N hadn't gone to Hawkins High, instead being put through a private all-girls school just north of Hawkins. A school Robin visited frequently, due to Y/N's roommate, and that's how the two became friends. So while 'King' Steve Harrington may have been a legend in Hawkins, he might as well have been the post man to Y/N.

"I'll be there!" Robin clearly did not understand Y/N's worries. "I won't leave you alone, I promise."

"Give me the reason you want me to go, and I'll consider it." Robin opened her mouth. "The real reason." Y/N raised an eyebrow at her huff.

"Steve is my best friend, and I selfishly want my two best friends to also be best friends!" Robin pouted, but it made Y/N smile slightly.

"I will go just this once." Robin whooped and punched a fist in the air as she stood from the couch. "But! But, you cant ask me again." Robin seemed to happy to care about Y/N's terms anyway.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

~

"I finally got her!" Robin screamed when she walked in, not even knocking or slowly walking in. Y/N stood out outside the door, blinking as Robin began to give out hugs.

"Who?" A male voice asked, just around the corner and out of Y/N's sight.

"Is this your friend from boarding school?" A kid with curly hair asked Robin as he came to the door.

"It wasn't boarding school!" Robin knocked the back of the kids head, and Y/N's eyes widened. She was really close with these people.

"What is your name?" A girl appeared next to Y/N, causing her to jump. Everyone was still buzzing and talking in the doorway.

"Y/N," She responded, smiling when the other girl smiled. "What's your's?"

"Eleven." Y/N tried not to show her shock at the unique name. "But everyone calls me El."

"I like that name." Y/N said, feeling nice when El smiled wider. She wanted to continue her conversation, however a loud voice cut everyone off.

"Alright!" Hands clasped, a man about Y/N's age got everyone's attention. She felt her heart begin to beat out of her chest and her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him; tall, handsome as hell with the most beautiful head of hair. She struggled to hear what he had to say next. "You can come in the house, ya know." His smirk made her smile slightly, her heart racing as she tried not to act too shy.

"I just wasn't sure," She looked over at Robin, who was talking in low tones to another girl who looked about their age as well.

"Don't worry about it." The man walked over to her as she walked into the house, the kids dispersing and beginning to chatter once more. "My house is basically everyone else's anyway." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, shutting the door behind her. Y/N gave a small laugh and toed off her shoes, leaving them near the door before turning back to Steve.

"Your house is nice," She said, looking around and realizing her statement may have fallen a bit short. His house was immaculate upon first glance. However, when she looked closer, she realized there were no family pictures, no children's artwork or graduation pictures hanging up. Her heart sunk and she looked back at Steve, who looked a bit awkward.

"Yeah," He said, scratching his neck. "My name is Steve, by the way. I don't know if Robin told you." Y/N's eyes widened in acknowledgement.

"You're Steve!" She laughed slightly at the face he made. "No, it's just, I hear all the time about how Robin works with you. I didn't know her coworker was her best friend." She caught something flickering across Steve's face, as if there was more to the story, but then he was laughing and it was so musical that Y/N forgot all about the face. Steve's laugh seized her heart, and she tried not to blush.

I mean, how embarrassing would it be to blush at your best-friend-in-law's laugh the first time you meet them?

"Yeah, I mean, we've worked at two places together now so," Steve told her, and Y/N nodded.

"Basically married, honestly." She joked, just to make Steve laugh once more. When he did, her heart soared.

"I'm glad someone gets it." He spoke, a soft smile on his face that Y/N wanted to take a photograph of to look at forever.

God, get ahold of yourself!

"I'm Y/N." She held her hand out, and Steve took it, a small smile on his face.

"That is a lovely name." He said, and she couldn't even think about the fact that he probably has used that line a million other times because she was too busy trying to manually make the blood leave her cheeks.

"Thank you," She said, quieter now. He dropped her hand and then looked around, noticing Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan on a couch while the kids sprawled out on the floor, arguing about the movie.

"What's your favorite movie?" He asked, turning back to her.

"Uh, I guess it would be Pretty In Pink? Or actually maybe Footloose." Her eyes lit up as she ran through more movies in her head. "I really like Stand By Me too." Steve smiled.

"I have Footloose." He said simply, then turned to make his way to the living room. Y/N followed, brows furrowed in confusion. She hadn't even gotten to ask him the same question, and she wasn't sure what he was doing now.

"Alright, stop arguing." Steve walked into the middle of the kids and picked up all the movies they had taken off the shelves, not caring about the kids' protests.

"Steve, please tell Mike that no one wants to watch Ferris Bueller again!" The kid with curly hair cried out.

"We watched it like seven times in theaters already!" A kid with and dark, short hair called out, and this caused the pale kid with black hair to drop his mouth in surprise - this must be Mike.

"Because it's the best movie ever made!" Their bickering distracted them from what Steve was doing, starting to yell over each other and making the three girls in the group roll their eyes and sigh.

Y/N looked over to find a spot to sit, but she noticed Robin was deep in conversation with the same girl from earlier on the couch; she was petite and beautiful, permed hair styled perfectly and face gorgeous without makeup. Y/N was instantly jealous, no matter how much she tried to ignore it and push it down. The girl was holding the man next to her's hand.

Robin had left Y/N alone.

Her heart started to race as she stared at Robin, willing her to look over, to notice how uncomfortable she was. She didn't know where to sit now - she could sit on the love seat but then she would be sitting next to Steve, who seemed nice but she didn't know him. Her head spun ever so slightly as she tried to breathe, trying to act like she was fine. It's not a big deal. She can sit on the couch. And if it's the most awkward experience of her life, she'll blame Robin for it until the day she dies.

As she sat down, heart still racing but breathing under control, she noticed a familiar tune playing. It was the intro to one of her favorite movies.

She met Steve's eyes as he got up from the VHS player, walking over to where she was sitting.

"What the hell is this?" The kid with curly hair asked Steve, who was now seated next to Y/N, his thigh pushing into her's.

"A movie." Steve grabbed a bowl of popcorn from the small table, offering some to Y/N.

"You're such a comedian." A girl that was smaller than the rest said, eyes narrowed at Steve. He ignored her with practiced ease, taking a handful of popcorn and staring at the TV.

"You chose Footloose." Y/N whispered, heart picking up when Steve turned to look at her.

"Of course." He smirked, making her blush slightly.

"Thank you." She looked over at Robin, who was staring at the TV while shoveling popcorn into her mouth.

"I know that Robin probably told you she wouldn't leave you alone." Steve muttered, causing her to whip her head over to him.

"She didn't leave me alone." Y/N felt the need to defend her best friend, even if it was a lie.

"Y/N," The way he said her name made her heart clench. She immediately forgot what they were talking about. "I love Robin, and I know she didn't mean to, but she did leave you alone." Y/N crossed her arms.

"She just got excited." Y/N said, causing Steve to chuckle lowly.

"Believe me, I know." He scooted ever so slightly closer. "I've never seen this movie, and we've missed the first five minutes, so I'm gonna need you to explain it for me." She tried not to let her cheeks heat once more as she began to explain to Steve what was going on in the movie.

~

After going to movie night a couple more times and actually becoming friends with some of Robin's friends, she hatches her plan.

She couldn't tell Robin that she was practically in love with Steve already. Not because she didn't trust her best friend, but because she felt weird about it. She had only just met him, and they hadn't even talked all that much. She had to bring it up but make it seem like it was Robin's idea.

"I need you to help me!" Y/N cried, dramatically falling backwards on Robin's bed.

"Oh my God," Robin didn't even look up from her painting she was working on.

"I to go on a date!" She yelled. This was a common complaint, one that would cause Robin to roll her eyes most of the time.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Robin still hadn't put down her paint brush, but she was a little less focused.

"You know so many people!" Y/N tried, hoping this wasn't a little too forward.

"You're right, but not that many are - oh my God." Robin dropped her pain brush, the color splattering on her desk, just before hitting her canvas.

"What?" Y/N rolled over, almost falling off the bed.

"I'm a genius." Robin spun in her chair, grinning at Y/N.

"What?" She repeated, hoping Robin was about to be the best wingwoman ever.

"I know the perfect boyfriend for you!" The girls stared at each other for a couple moments, Robin blinking as if it was obvious. "Steve!"

"Oh." She couldn't sound too excited, but on the inside she was dancing. If she had Robin on her side, it'd be easier to get to know Steve. "I mean, I barely even know him,." Robin was so excited she didn't even bring up the fact that Y/N wouldn't have known anyone Robin brought up.

"Yeah, I could tell you everything." Robin shrugged, making Y/N's eyes go wide. "Like, he crawled backwards as a baby. Weird, right?" Robin laughed, painting forgotten.

"Okay, maybe we should skip ahead to dating history?" That was really what she wanted to know; Steve gave her the vibes of a player. She needed to be proven wrong. She was sure she was wrong.

"Right, well, he used to date Nancy." Y/N's heart sinks at Robin's words. It feels like someone just stabbed her. She regrets asking anything, regrets telling Robin she'd go to movie night. "They dated for like, a year, probably. I don't know, but they had a little thing a while ago."

"Oh," Y/N doesn't know what to say, but she clearly didn't convince Robin of anything. All Y/N can think is that she looks nothing like Nancy. Nancy who's skinny. Nancy who's hair is always perfect with her curled perm. Nancy who's eyes are the most beautiful blue. Nancy who's makeup is never too much, is always complementing her, is so beautiful. Nancy who had Steve's heart.

Fuck.

"They're like, two different people, though. Want different things. He's totally over her. It was practically forever ago." Robin continues, and Y/N tries not to show the hurt that is running through her.

"Right." Y/N nods, grabbing her book and picking it back up again.

"I'll wingwoman you." Robin turns back to her painting. "My two best friends!" She squeals, and Y/N closes her eyes, trying not to show Robin that she's disappointed.

~

Y/N doesn't go back to movie night for two weeks, despite Robin's whines and moans of protest. She wasn't going to break, either, because even though she hadn't seen him in two weeks she thought about him every day.

It was unhealthy.

It was even more unhealthy the way she studied herself in the mirror, comparing herself to Nancy. She knew she shouldn't, that there was no point, that Steve probably didn't even remember her name.

It was fine.

She was a normal human. She was a normal person. She could go to a movie with Steve. They probably wouldn't even talk.

So she agreed, making Robin the most excited she'd ever been. She could hardly wait a week for the next hang out, which was not a movie. It was a pool party.

She could do it.

"I can't do this." She whispered as she parked outside of Steve's house, Robin already getting out of her car.

"Come on!" Robin cried out, and Y/N blinked quickly before shutting her brain off and getting out of the car.

It wouldn't be that bad.

"Y/N!" Steve yells as soon as he opens the door. Her eyes widen, and Steve pushes Robin aside to put his arms around her.

"Alright," Robin says with a scoff, walking inside.

"Hi," Y/N says quietly, because she's still a little confused.

"We missed you!" He says as he pulls back. "I missed you." This was quieter, and Y/N tried her hardest not to blush.

"I missed you too." She said, watching him smile before walking with him into the house. She tries to convince herself that today will be okay.

But then the conversation shifts to Steve and his love life somehow, and one of the kids brings it up.

"Remember when you had a crush on Robin!" Dustin announces as he dissolves into laughter. Y/N's mind goes blank.

Of course Steve has a type. Of course it's the opposite of her. Robin and Nancy are gorgeous. They're both so kind, so smart, so pretty. They're both skinny.

All she can think about is the way her body looks against Nancy and Robin's. Her thigh, which is touching Steve's on the small couch that he had decided the two of them would sit on. Her face is a different shape. Robin and Nancy look like models that Y/N sees on the cover of her mother's magazines. She might as well have not come back, because there was no way Steve would ever see her like that.

And she couldn't even tell anyone; not that she had many people to tell anyway. But Robin wouldn't get it. She'd tell Y/N how beautiful and smart she was that if a man didn't want her for such a stupid reason she didn't want the man anyway. And while it was nice to hear, it wasn't what she wanted or needed now. She didn't need reminders that she was beautiful, because it wouldn't change how Steve saw her.

What had she been thinking? Of course Steve was a player - she had clocked that quickly.

"I need more popcorn!" Robin announces in the middle of the movie. "And Y/N needs to come with me." The way she said it made Y/N realize that she knew something was wrong, and now her best friend was not letting her out of this.

"What?" Y/N asked quietly when they got to the kitchen.

"Seriously?" Robin almost exploded.

"What?" Y/N furrowed her brows, and Ron scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"You've been acting weird." Robin explains, and Y/N shakes her head dramatically. "No I haven't." She says, grabbing the popcorn and putting it on the pan they've been keeping on the stove.

"Yes, you have. What's going on?" Robin asks, walking to the stove to stand next to Y/N. "You can tell me." This is softer, just as the popcorn begins to pop.

"It's nothing, Rob." Y/N sighs.

"Are you sure? Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable when you come here but I just want you to hang out. And I thought you wanted me to try and set you up with Steve, but you haven't even looked at him all night despite the fact that you're sitting right next to each other." Robin talks it out, and she's getting closer to the truth. The popcorn is done, so Y/N takes it off the hot stove and puts it on a pot holder, but neither of them leave.

"Steve liked Nancy." Y/N says, not able to face Robin. She can only look at the back tile above the stove. "And he liked you. So he clearly has a type." She looks to the side that Robin isn't on, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Y/N," Robin puts a hand on her shoulder.

"He likes roses. He likes the skinny, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect face. And that is not me. I am not a rose." She takes a deep breath, wiping her face and preparing to leave.

"I hate roses." Steve says from behind her, and Y/N jumps. She turns, and he's standing there with wide eyes that pull at her heart.

"Steve," She didn't want him to hear any of that, but he clearly heart at least the last part.

"When you first showed up here, I called Robin that night to ask if I had a chance with you." Steve admits, and Y/N parts her lips in surprise. She turns to her friend.

"You never told me that." She whispers, and Robin has a sly smile on her face.

"I knew you guys would find your way to each other." She grabs the popcorn and leaves Y/N and Steve to their conversation.

"I'm not the same guy I was in high school. And I know the rumors that went around, and some of them were true. But I'm more mature now, and I really like you." He admits, making Y/N's cheeks heat up. "I've been waiting for you to come to movie night again so I could ask you out. Robin wouldn't give me any of your information because she said I had to do it on my own." Steve steps closer, and Y/N has to take a shuddering breath.

"Sorry," Y/N says, and Steve shakes his head as he moves some hair out of her eyes.

"Don't apologize." He whispers, then grabs her hand. "So, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks, and she smiles.

"Yes." She whispers, nodding slowly. He smiled.

"And by the way," He says as they walk back into the room. "I find you very, very attractive." She can feel the heat all the way down her chest, but she lets him lead her into the living room and to the couch. She even lets him cuddle her through the movie, even while his friends tease him.

She's never felt more beautiful. 

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to be loved is to be known: paige bueckers

hello and welcome to the second installment of my series, to be loved is to be known! Paige also screams acts of service to me, and she won the poll so this one will be with Paigey. if you have any requests for this series, feel free to send them in.

1.3k words, there is mentions of both feminine and androgynous energy from reader but THIS IS A WLW FIC!

to be loved is to be known...

Let's start here: Paige is your BIGGEST fan. Just as the gif shows, Paige loves so hard and so deeply. Paige cares infinitely more about her loved ones than she does herself (which is something you're working on with her), but it shows in the way she loves you. She praises your smallest of actions. But it isn't trivial. Paige is truly proud of everything you do and all that you are.

Did something after procrastinating? She's showering you with kisses for a job well done. Got a half decent grade on an assignment or test? She's taking you out to dinner to celebrate. And with the big wins, she will blow you out of the water with the things she does for you to celebrate.

A promotion at work calls for a beautiful new necklace, a #5 proudly across your neck, spelled out in diamonds. College graduation calls for a new car, because every time you turn your old car on, Paige holds on for dear life, scoffing about how her next brand deal would go towards buying you your dream car. Living with Paige is a dream (which I'll get into later), but one thing Paige would do when it's time for the two of you to move on from your quaint yet lovely Storrs apartment is insist the two of you build a house together, from the ground up.

Paige would want the house to be perfectly your own. If you worked out, a full gym would be there for you. Paige would insist that you needed a library for your books, a get ready with me room, an office for you, the bathroom of your dreams, staged exactly how you have always dreamed of. You definitely have to talk her off the ledge for some of the things she insists you need, but your heart swells at her dedication of wanting to create a place that's perfect for the two of you to love and live in for as long as this part of her journey lasts.

to be loved is to be known...

Going back to living with Paige, it wouldn't just be the physical structure of your home that Paige would put her heart into. Paige would be the absolute best partner to live with, no matter where you lived.

She would do whatever she could to make your life easier at home. Paige would insist on having a towel/blanket warmer in the house so she could meet you after your shower with a warm towel, or wait for you to come home from a tough presentation with a warm blanket, mugs of steaming hot cocoa ready and your favorite movie queued up on the TV.

Paige loves leaving notes all around your space. On the bedside table next to your side of the bed, on the mirror in the bathroom, outside the fridge. Little things such as "I love you" or "you're beautiful," but also small reminders as she knows sometimes you can get forgetful. "Don't forget to fill your water" or "your computer is plugged in by the couch," small things you might gloss over, but things she knows will make your life infinitely easier.

Paige also loves meeting you at home with your favorite meal from take out. She doesn't strike me as much of a cook, but I know she would love to pick up your favorite burger, pasta dish, pizza, Asian food, whatever made you happy. She had a sixth sense for knowing when you'd be tired and wouldn't want to cook, or really just when you were craving a comforting bite of your favorite restaurant's meal.

to be loved is to be known...

I feel like clothes is one of Paige's favorite parts of your relationship. I know that sounds strange, but there is nothing Paige loves more than seeing you wrapped up in her "Buckets" sweatshirt, her classic plaid pajama pants tied around your waist, lounging on the couch waiting for her to come lay with you. She melts to see you in her clothes every time.

If you had more of a feminine style, Paige would love the way your styles complement each other and balance out. She would live for matching basics, initial necklaces that never leave anyone questioning who either of you belong to, matching rings she got you for your first anniversary, matching color schemes, any way that you could show your love for each other and your commitment to each other through fashion, which Paige truly loves. Even if your styles are complete opposites, Paige will still find a way to connect the two of you together, making you look like a perfect pair.

If you had more of a masculine, street style, a style more similar to Paige, she would live for matching sneakers, matching sweat suits, matching hair styles (if possible), anything she can do to show that the two of you are connected. She would love stealing your sweatshirts, because it isn't a one way street. Paige would never be spotted in a hockey sweatshirt if it weren't for you.

Paige would love to buy things that she sees that she thinks you would look good in. This is really tough for her because she can find a way to connect basically anything to you. "It would bring out your eyes," "it would look so beautiful for our date tomorrow," "I caught you looking at it on tiktok," literally anything. You would definitely have to set boundaries with Paige about gift giving, especially with clothes, because you would need two wardrobes with the amount of clothes, shoes, and accessories Paige would want to buy you.

to be loved is to be known...

Don't get me wrong, Paige can definitely be the life of the party. But I feel that mostly, Paige would want to do what you would want to do. If you were in the mood to go out on the town, Paige would be the DD, fixing your hair and helping you into the apartment at night when you had too much, her eyes full of love, feeling so grateful that she gets to be the one to take care of you.

After a win, Paige can go either way. Sometimes she loves to go out, and other times she wants to "go home to her sweetheart," her exact words. Her teammates love to roast her for that, but she could not care any less.

She loves going out with you after wins, where people are congratulating her on the win but all she cares about is the beautiful girl on her arm, looking at her like she put the stars in the sky. No matter what Paige was wearing on her lips, it was always all over your cheeks and neck by the end of the night. She can't keep her hands, and definitely can't keep her lips off of you on a night out. It isn't even inherently sexual, she just loves you so much and wants to show you how much she loves you. Show you that she would give up everything the basketball life has to offer if you asked her. She loves you truly that much.

Don't think Paige doesn't love a night in after a game though. "Going home to her sweetheart" means stopping at the drive thru on the way home from the game, her hand never leaving your thigh, reaching over to kiss your cheek while stopped at a red light.

And when you get home, Paige loves nothing more than to change into matching pjs (she is a sucker for these), fill up your water bottles, do. your skincare routine together (which really means you doing your routing on Paige), and climbing into bed together. Sometimes you turn on a light show to watch that you've both seen countless times, or a familiar comfort movie. It doesn't matter though, because the two of you are always more wrapped up in each other, small kisses, soft "I love you's" just a true, loving environment which makes you both go to sleep feeling like your heart grew three sizes.

[i9messi]

Christmas miracle — Max Verstappen

Max always felt something for you, but the two of you were really good friends and you also had a boyfriend. But two months after you break up with him, it is like everything makes sense for you now. Max was always there for you.

Word count — 1,6k

note: friends to lovers!!

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You didn't know what, but something was different during these days. You were spending your time in a small hidden village in Sweden. It was very homely, the houses were decorated and the Christmas spirit was present, even if you didn’t understand the language of the locals. Christmas was worldwide and you were someone who loved sharing and caring about others, as much as you loved these special days.

Your friend Max had invited you because he knew how much you loved this moment of the year and the need to get out of your exhausting routine. Working full-time and still a little bit depressed from breaking up with your boyfriend, your best friend thought it was the best idea so you could forget about your worries and just focus on Christmas.

“Auch!”

You complained loudly, as you felt the snowball hit the back of your head. A child had thought it was a good idea to start throwing snowballs at complete strangers, and you were the target of his prank.

“Do you want me to throw a snowball at him? I can throw one in his face, so he doesn’t bother anymore.”

You laughed, while Max looked at the child as if he was really thinking about throwing a snowball in his face.

“Don't be silly. Kids are just kids, Max. Where is your Christmas spirit?”

“I wasn't like him at his age.”

“No, but you were way worse. I remember you fighting with Charles and other kids in the karting.”

He said nothing. As you continued your walk, Max forgot about the kid and started talking about different things. To hear him speak so freely was beautiful, because now that the races had ended for a short period, it was as if his mind could disconnect from all of it.

He wasn’t the Max that everyone knew, the one who seemed to only care about winning and succeeding. No, this was the Max you knew: someone loving, caring and good friend.

You both started to shop in the small market of the village. Milk, chocolate and marshmallows. That same morning you told him that Christmas was not the same without a cup of hot chocolate and as Max never forgot anything, he decided to go shopping with you.

The old lady who was attending smiled at the reflection of both of you.

“You make a beautiful couple.”

“Oh, we’re just friends.” you and Max said at the same time, correcting the woman.

“My husband and I were only friends, and now we have been married for fifty years and have seven grandchildren. We used to say we're just friends, look at us now.”

You smiled while Max paid for everything.

“I’m happy being friends.” He said and the lady looked at him with a little mistrust.

“Now that Jultomten is coming, there is something different in the air, something magical. It’s never too late for a Christmas miracle.”

Knowing that the woman just wanted you two to say you were in love and loved each other more than friends, you both decided to just nod and leave the store. The way to your rented house was short. The children were making snowmen and throwing more and more snowballs. Luckily, this time neither you nor Max were the target of them.

Once you arrived at the house, you and Max went to your separate rooms to change clothes for something more comfortable and also to turn on the heating. Back in your pajamas, you appeared in the kitchen. Max made the hot chocolate and you took the marshmallows and put them in the cup.

Once it was done, you took seats on the sofa, right next to the fireplace.

“It tastes so good,” you said, without separating your gaze from Max's.

“I could live like this. Without caring over winning races and titles, just spending my time with my best friend in a small town.”

You smiled, Max was right. These days were so enjoyable, without caring about anything. You forgot about your responsibility, about social media and everything else. It was Max and you. You and Max. Nothing more. Life was so beautiful with you and him together.

“We could live happily together,” you joked, while taking another sip.

Something changed in Max's eyes. He suddenly became someone you couldn't read, not completely.

“Would you?”

“Live happily with you? Why not? You're my best friend.”

There was a deep silence, until he spoke. His eyes looked at you with great attention, waiting for your reaction.

“Can I be totally honest with you?”

“I always thought you were honest with me, Max.”

And he was. He was a person you could trust, because he always told you the truth. Even when it was hurtful.

“I'm in love with you.”

He spoke so low, you could hardly hear his whisper. Yet you were very sure of what you had heard. He loved you. Your best friend loved you.

“Max, what are you talking about?”

“I have loved you since the moment I knew you. For years I thought I had no chance— but look at me, risking all. I’m waiting for a Christmas miracle to happen so you’ll realize that I’ve always been there for you.”

You got up from the chair and left the hot drink on a small table.

“Max, don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying.” He also stood up from his seat, repeating the same thing you had done.

His blue eyes never shined so bright. You knew him, and for so many years you learned when he was lying and when he was not. He was telling the truth, his truth.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? Why now?”

“Would it have changed things?”

He continued to speak, because you didn't know what to say.

“No, it wouldn’t have changed anything. You would have gone with that asshole who broke your heart and I would still be waiting for an opportunity… I’m not lying and I would never lie to you. I’m in love with you and it drives me crazy to think that someone so stupid could break your heart and make you cry. I would never make you cry, love.”

“Max— I need time to think.”

“Don't go.”

“I’ll be back.”

You grabbed your coat and didn’t give him time to respond, walked away. The children were still playing, but everything seemed to move in slow motion at that time. You found a seat, while tears fell from your eyes.

Suddenly, a young girl stood in front of you.

“Why are you crying?”

The good part was that the girl spoke the same language as you, the worst part was that you couldn’t blame the bad translation for not knowing how to express your feelings.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Crying is good, but my mom always tells me it’s also good to talk about the things that make us cry.”

You smiled at her.

“My best friend told me he’s in love with me.”

“So what’s the problem? I’m in love with my best friend, too.”

“How did you realize?”

Asking that to a girl who looked like she was no more than ten years old was a little pathetic, but still, you found yourself doing it.

“He is my favourite person in the whole world. I care about him being happy and his opinion is important for me. Sometimes I dream about holding his hand and about how it would be a future together. I feel butterflies in my tummy and I feel nervous he gives me attention, especially in a way that feels different from others.”

You nodded and spoke a minute later, with your heart beating so fast.

“I used to be in love with him, when I was little. I thought— I was so sure that those feelings had disappeared but now, I think they never disappeared. Not entirely.”

“You should go and talk to him, you need to tell him how you feel.”

You nodded.

“You’re right, little friend.”

You stood and looked at the girl.

“Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas to you.”

You smiled and started walking toward the house, you found Max walking fast down the streets. His face looked worried as he tried to find you among the people on the streets. His gaze met yours and some calm painted on his face, but still, he hurried to close the gap between the two.

“I was worried, you weren’t coming back and it was getting late. I know you don’t feel the same as me and…”

“Max, shut up and listen to me.”

He kept his mouth closed.

“I freaked out. When you told me that you had feelings for me, I thought everything would change between us but now that I think about it, nothing is going to change. When I was a kid, I used to think we’d be together when we grew up. I thought we’d get married and end up like all those couples I used to see when I was little. When time passed, I guess I stopped daydreaming or somehow tried to date other people, knowing that I couldn’t have you. Not like that. I searched the faces of other men, not knowing you would be here waiting for me."

He swallowed, “What do you mean?”

"Isn't it obvious? A wise person made me realize that those feelings never went away and that I still have feelings for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want my feelings to influence the way you feel.”

“Max, I’ve never been more sure in my life. Oh, except every time I knew you were going to win the championship.”

He smiled. A genuine smile that made him look much softer than he really was.

“You are making me the happiest man.”

“Max?”

“Yes?”

“We could go home and kiss there.”

He smiled and he held your hand.

“Let’s go.”

In fact, you kissed a lot.

[kitweewoos]

safe and sound

There was a mouse in Tommy's house, and he couldn't sleep. He was so tired, but every time he closed his eyes, he swore he could hear tiny squeaking and little scratching in the walls. He had to eliminate it. He laid out a series of traps, and he waited for the tell-tale snap of victory.

Except Evan was due over for the night - and arrived earlier than he expected. He whistled as he pushed through the front door to find Tommy on his knees in the middle of the living room floor with his ear to the ground, probably looking more than a little insane.

"What are you doing?" Evan asked lightly.

"Uh, there's a mouse."

"Oh-kay, and that means you're ass up in the living room why?"

"I'm trying to find where it keeps running off to, so I can set a trap, and it can stop tormenting me with it's little gnawing and squeaking every time I close my eyes."

Evan blinked at him and then set his bag down on the coffee table.

"Okay, where are your traps?" Evan asked.

"Garage," Tommy said, and he stood up to dust himself off, and then showed Evan to the garage where he kept the spare mouse traps. He had a few, not nearly enough, but if they were laid out right, he didn't need an army.

Except Evan frowned.

"You have the kill traps," he stated and looked at Tommy as if Tommy had done something awful. "You shouldn't use those. Those are inhumane."

Tommy blinked, surprised at the sudden seriousness in Evan's tone.

"I want the mice out of my house," he replied.

"Yeah, but the poison traps, first of all, can harm pets and kids, it can harm local wildlife like foxes, birds of prey and other predators, and it can do damage to water sources and soil if they go and die there. Overall, bad. And then the snap traps, sometimes they don't die right away, and they're left there to suffer as they die. It sucks. No, we're getting some catch and release traps."

It was Tommy's turn to frown and he murmured, "and they'll be gone?"

"Tommy," Evan said, stepping up to him and taking him by the hips gently, "are you afraid of mice?"

"No!"

"Thomas, are you?"

He sighed and looked at Evan before he said, "maybe. It's just - I used to live in this really rundown house with rodents everywhere, and I woke up multiple times with rats or mice just scurrying around my room, one time on my bed. It was - it was awful. So, yeah. I am."

"Okay," Evan said, and he squeezed Tommy's hips so softly. "Okay, baby, that's alright. I get it. That must've been really awful, and I'm so sorry you went through that. Let's get some non-lethal traps, though, and we can relocate these little guys into a place they'll love and they won't try and come back. We show them a little bit of kindness, and maybe if I can share some little facts about mice with you, they won't seem so scary. How's that sound?"

Tommy looked at Evan, at his earnest eyes, his sweet expression, and the lack of judgement in his face.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you, Evan."

"Don't even worry about it, baby, I've got you. Now, let's get these thrown out, and we can order those non-lethal traps to be delivered. I'll set them out and check them every day, I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry about anything."

"There's traps already laid out, too, and I can show you where I put those out," he admitted.

"Thank you," Evan said.

Tommy smiled, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Evan's. It was the first time he'd ever been honest with someone about his childhood fear, but he knew he could trust Evan with it beyond anyone else.

"C'mon, Tommy," Evan said softly, walking him backwards into the house, "let's make your home feel safe again."

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“omfg write something where luigi is on the run from the cops but he still manages to make it to your house in the middle of the night and fucks your brains out plss” requested by @cryingdonerkebab <3

"The shooter of UnitedHealthcare's CEO has been reported in the area. Police are attempting to locate him before he leaves the city. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please don't hesitate to dial-"

You quickly shut the television off. Your head finds it's way into your hands as you sigh heavily. Fuck. He's not gonna make it back. They're gonna find him. Surely it's over.

You stand, pacing around your living room. Opening up your phone, you desperately search for messages, notifications, some kind of sign, but all you find is the clock staring back at you. It's late. Far too late. If he was going to come back, he would have made it by now.

A picture of you two illuminates your lockscreen. He has his arm swung around your shoulder, giving the camera that sweet smile, and you can see it in his eyes just how much he adores you.

Your body sinks back down into your couch, and you flick the TV back on. His face appears on the screen, and you smile, happy to get to see him again. You think of everything you're gonna do. Think of how you're gonna tackle him down when he walks through that door - scratch that, he won't even be able to take a step inside before you have your hands on him-

There's knocking.

It snaps you out of your thoughts, and you shoot up from your seat, eyes widening. Oh fuck, they're here. They know. They know about your involvement, they know you know him, they know it's him and he's never coming back. Fuck.

You feel tears prick the corner of your eyes, but then you realize that'll only make your situation worse. With a heavy heart, you stand, and walk towards your door, turning the knob, your eyes shutting as you pull it open.

Within a split second, there's arms wrapped around you, squeezing tight, and your eyes open back up, a wave of relief washing over your body. His hood falls back, revealing his messy brown curls, and he presses his face into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss onto your skin as he pushed you inside.

You kick the door closed, the sound of it slamming shut being the only confirmation you need to reach down and grab him by his sides, as he leaned up to kiss you deeply. His familiar taste makes you forget about everything else. Nothing mattered in this moment. He was here, and that was enough.

He pulled himself away from you, and shoved you forwards, leaving you to fall backwards onto the couch with a soft groan. He pushed up his hoodie and reached for his belt buckle, the bulge pressing on his jeans being clear to you now. You watched him undo it with haste, panting in anticipation as he did.

"Missed you so much, darling." His voice was almost shaky as he spoke. He pushed down his pants, kicking them off before he crawled on top of you, unable to hide his excitement in seeing you again. He really didn't think he'd be able to.

You both knew what he was risking, being here with you, a sitting duck in your home, but neither of you cared. It was worth it to him if it meant seeing you again.

You gasped as he began to grind his hips into yours, his breath hitching as he moved, hands running up and down your body. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he moaned out, wasting no time in slipping down his boxers and your pajama shorts.

"Wait-" You tried to interject, but he couldn't wait for you to finish, sliding himself deep inside of you, moaning out your name as he did. "We don't have time, love... I have to tell you goodbye." He placed a hand on your cheek, giving you that same soft smile as he began to thrust, his eyes shutting softly in pleasure.

"Then don't hold back on me," you whisper. "I want to make sure you're satisfied." He looked at you, delaying himself, trying to hold back. "I don't wanna hurt you," he said, a shake in his voice. You reassure him. "It's okay. You won't hurt me. I know you won't." "Okay... if that's what you really want, then..."

With that, he plunges his cock into you, pressing against a good spot inside your body, making you arch your back and moan for him. He fucks you, harder, faster than he ever has, leaning down and biting sharply into your shoulder. You cry out louder than you should, and he pulls away, licking at the fresh bruise he's made.

"Now you have something to remember me by." He chuckles softly inbetween his moans, fucking you in earnest. He's trembling as he moves, clearly straining his body from going so hard, but he can't care. It cancels out with the pleasure, the euphoria of being one with you. He doesn't stop, pushing himself past his limits for you. It goes on for longer than usual. You thread a hand into his, holding it tightly, your eyes filled with love as you stared up at him. "I love you so much," you said, smiling at him as you spoke.

That was enough for him, he gripped your hips so hard you swear they'd bruise as he pressed his cock against your tummy, spilling his essence onto your skin, his breath hitching as he did. "Fuck..." He takes a moment to recover before collapsing onto you, his body sore and spent. "You did so good, dear," you cooed, rubbing his back softly. He sighed softly, kissing your neck again as he fell asleep in your arms.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer: It will be. We have a future together and you don't care about me or Charlie.

Lilith: I do!

Lucifer: Really? This is the first time I've even heard from you in a year.

And Lucifer did check into Ada when they got serious. She didn't have a criminal record, maybe an unpaid parking ticket here and there but who hasn't forgotten about those?

He won't stand for Lilith's mind games.

Lilith: I've been busy.

Lucifer: I'm so sure. If you are quite done, I have to get back to my family.

Lilith: Fine, but I don't want to hear it when you're penniless. All you've got going for you is a sizeable dick and fat bank account.

Lucifer: And you can't have either anymore, good day Lilith.

He went back into the house and locked the door. Fuck she stresses him out.

Later that night in bed, Ada could tell that something was bothering Lucifer.

Ada: Something wrong?

Lucifer took her hands and kissed them: It's just...... Lilith stopped by today. She saw we are engaged and wanted to try and put a wedge between us. But I love you Ada, Lilith...... She probably expected me to never move on and I honestly didn't think I'd find love again until I found you.

Ada smiled: I love you too Luci..... Why didn't you say something earlier?

Lucifer: I wasn't sure how Charlie would react to her being here and the fact that she didn't even want to see her. She just wanted to get in my head, that's how she gets her way. I don't know if you'll ever meet Lilith but don't expect her to be nice.

Ada snorted: Neither will I.

Leathery Love

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 here's part one, hope you enjoy

and @lilacwriter07 enjoy your early Christmas present

Lilith: I'm leaving you Lucifer

After twenty years of marriage never did Lucifer ever imagine those words ever being uttered from the love of his life's lips. Especially not on the day of their wedding anniversary.

Lucifer: What?

Was all he could say to Lilith who looked both tired and disappointed with him as she sat at the table with her arms crossed. They were supposed to be eating a meal together, drinking some wine, then watching a movie. They were at home at Lilith's insistence from a few days ago. She said she wanted to spend the evening with just him. No one else was to see what she wished to do.

He just thought she wanted to try something new. Not break his fucking heart in private so no one can see him cry.

Lilith: I said I'm leaving you Lucifer, I want a divorce.

Lucifer felt his heart start to pace as his breathing slowly turned erratic.

Lucifer: But, but, but I, I don't...why Lily

Lilith bristled at the nickname for a moment before answering.

Lilith: Because I no longer wish to be in a relationship where I fell out of love with you years ago. I swore that when Charlie moved out, I would finally bring myself to get out of a place that has only brought me misery.

With that she stood up and headed upstairs. Lucifer was still reeling when about five minutes later she was coming back down with two bags full of her stuff. Her stuff. Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of them. It meant,

Lucifer: Lilith please, I beg of you don't go! Please! Lilith

He ran to her when she got to the doors. She stared him down as he stood in front of her exit; however, Lucifer could only stare up with tears starting to stream out onto his pale cheeks.

Lucifer: Lilith...please my darling I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong.

Lucifer then proceeded to do something he'd never thought he'd do in his lifetime due to the man's humungous pride and ego.

Beg

He fell on his knees, clasped his hands together, and begged for her to change her mind. Never did Lucifer ever felt so pathetic in his entire existence. He thought that it would get Lilith to at least think about doing something other than divorce. However, the thirty-eight-year-old singer had already made up her mind a long time ago.

Lilith: I'm sorry Lucifer, but I don't think you were ever meant to be mine.

With that she stepped aside, threw open the doors of their large, grand home and walked out. Never to step inside her former home again. All while Lucifer kneeled on the ground in total despair. It was only when he heard a car engine turning on did, he turn around and saw Lilith pull out of the driveway with her purple convertible and proceed to drive away did he close the door behind him to let out the anguish sob that had built up in his throat.

--

(Two months later)

Lucifer felt like his life was slowly falling apart. Ever since Lilith left, she had been sending him papers and been talking through her lawyer to him. Lilith had been one the most shining aspects of his life. In the entirety of their marriage, he devoted to making her happy. Including to working hard to provide for the both of them. So that way she could work on her music career. He bought her anything she wished for; heck he'd buy her the greatest diamond in all the world to make her happy.

In the end he guessed it just wasn't enough. When she sent him the final paperwork to sign off on their divorce completely shut the once proud, strong man down. Lucifer hadn't been out of the house in weeks and had mostly been taking to moping around the house. Or just laying all day in his bed, not sleeping, just staring up the ceiling, wall, or even occasionally the tv in his room that he put on for white noise. He didn't even go to the office.

Which would have been worse if Lucifer wasn't the boss of his toy company. Even if lately, he's been having his brother/partner Mammon and his assistant Moxxine take care of his work for him. Speaking of family, his brothers, sisters, and even daughter had seen how bad his depression had been and wanted to help him. Especially his daughter Charlie, who went to her Uncle Ozzie and begged for her to find a way to make him feel better. Since him and Ozzie have been the closest out of all seven siblings. Oz had an idea, but he didn't know if it would work

Lucifer: A sex dungeon?!

Lucifer sat across from his brother in his living room while in his robe. Oz noticed he also had deep, dark bags underneath his eyes. His hair looked a bit oily, and he appeared to be growing some hair around his muzzle. However, despite his shaggy appearance his body was rigid, his stark blue eyes wide awake as he took in what his brother just suggested.

Ozzie: Hun, please I know this might seem a lot and too soon after...

Lucifer: I don't care about ugh her. Look Oz even if I wasn't hung up over losing my wife, I don't think it would be right to go to fucking prostitutes!

Ozzie: But that's the thing though I really think these girls or boys can help you, Luci!

Lucifer: How!? How in the hell can they help me!?

Ozzie: By helping you get over Lilith. If you're with one those bad guys down, there soon Lilith will be nothing more than a distant memory. Plus, I distinctly remembering you telling me about this one domniatrix porno you kept watching. You kept telling me how you wish you could be Lilith's naughty boy. Well now you can do that! Just you know not with her.

Lucifer: I told you about that. Since when?

Ozzie: Since that time at that barbeque back in July where you got drunk and confessed to me.

Lucifer must've been hard hammered drunk to have told his brother about that. Since usually Lucifer was extremely private when it came to what happened in his bedroom. The blond man opened his mouth to once again reject his brother's offer but then stopped to think about it. It had been so long since he'd been in the warmth of someone's arms in the bed. Even before Lilith left, she had been distant from him for quite some time.

It actually was the reason for Lucifer looking up on those sites in the first place. He knew no love would be with the person he'd be with; he still wanted to forget about his heartbreak. Even if it was for only one night. Taking a breath, he looked straight at his expecting brother and said,

Lucifer: Alright, I'll go.

[druid-for-hire]

an autobiographical comic. it happened to me one night

this was developed for the Static Fish Fall 2024 comic anthology, purchasable at MoCCAFest!

(id under the cut)

[images id: a six-page digitally drawn comic titled "Emergency," by druid-for-hire. The subtitle reads, "The events depicted took place on August, 2024."

The first page shows a homely-looking, warmly-lit living room in the middle of the night. The digital clock on a TV cable box reads "2:43 AM." A figure sits on the couch on their laptop, at ease. The narration reads, "Of my family, I am the latest to sleep. The rest are all in bed by midnight. Maybe 1 AM at a stretch, or if it’s a holiday. After that, the house falls to me."

The second page shows a cable TV menu tuned to the channel "MeTV." There are drawings of the narrator from The Twilight Zone; Columbo; and Captain Kirk and Spock from Star Trek. The figure is lazily working on their laptop. The narration reads, "One summer, I developed a particular habit. Every night, when my parents were done watching the news and went to bed, I’d throw on MeTV. They aired nothing but shows from the 50s through to the 80s. Some of it was good. Twilight Zone. Columbo. Star Trek. Most of it I didn’t care about, but it didn’t actually matter; I just wanted the noise. I found vintage television comforting. I was soothed by 32mm film and STC mics." Then there is a sudden blue light shining on them from offscreen, and they look up. The narration reads, "One night…"

The third page shows an enormous blue screen with white bold text at the top reading "Emergency Alert System," the figure small in front of it. They look up in horror, lit all blue in darkness. The narration reads, "... there's an emergency."

The fourth page shows the figure still lit all in bright unnatural blue surrounded by darkness, scrambling for the right TV remote. The narration reads, "It's dead silent. All of a sudden, I can feel the darkness in the house. I don't care how important it is. I'm not getting the news like this. I'd get a panic attack before I got anything useful. Besides, the alarm is going to wake everyone up soon. I have to turn it off." Words appear on the screen, but they refuse to look and their head is blocking the words from the viewer. The narration reads, "Words appear. I can't even look." They turn it off with a click. Warmth and light returns to the room. They take a moment to breathe, then glance back up at the blank screen, and turn to their laptop and start typing.

The fifth page shows a portion of a history reading searches such as "is there an emergency alert in my area," "emergency alert system today," "breaking news nj," "weather in nj," and "emergency alert system august." The person looks nervous. The narration reads, "Nothing. If it's not some 2AM breaking news, it has to be nothing. I'd see it if there was. I lie near the city. Was it a test? EAS tests happen in the dead of night all the time. But the tests make sound. That's the whole point of them. This one didn't, even when the text came on. It just..." One more search says, "how old is the eas screen..." The narration reads, "Was it part of the recording? Couldn't have been. They say this EAS type is from 2016. After five minutes, I check if it's still on." There is a brief panel of blue with bold white words cut off and obscured by the silhouette of the figure. They turn it off again. "Still no sound. I can't look."

The sixth page shows the figure waiting in front of an enormous dead screen. Numbers from the digital clock on the cable box read "2:48," then "2:58." Tentatively, they click the remote and turn the TV on again. Star Trek is on the screen. The figure looks on in apprehension and subdued terror. The narration reads, "Star trek is back. Everything is fine. But I can't shake this feeling... like I missed something." end id]

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 14 of 25 Days of Christmas: Shopping for a Christmas tree

Pairing: Mark Webber x Reader

Words: 725

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

"Can I just say I find it unnatural for Christmas to be in the summertime, and this is very weird? " you say as you, a petite woman with auburn hair, walk around the store looking for Christmas trees. "It's not my fault," Mark, a tall man with a mischievous glint in his eyes, says casually. People notice him but just settle for waving, and he nods in acknowledgment. As you continue to make a fuss about how unnatural Australia is. "Baby, I love you, and I'm glad you love this country, but your country has death and weirdness everywhere," You'll never forgive him for laughing when you saw a giant ass spider in the bathroom, and he said it was harmless.

Harmless is not the size of a small dog. "Love, Christmas for me is during the summer," Mark says, stopping, and you grumble, "Have you at least experienced a winter Christmas?" You ask, and he raises an eyebrow at you, almost ready to call you stupid, but stops. "I worked for an F1 team in England. What do you think?" He asks gently, but you can hear the slight snark behind his voice.

"I hate you," you grumble, playfully moving around him, your eyes catching the Christmas decor in the back, and you make a beeline for it. Mark's laughter rings out behind you as you try to escape, but he catches up, pulling you back into his embrace. "You're such a little troublemaker; the only reason we're getting a tree is because of you," Mark chuckles, releasing you, which only makes you laugh more.

"Please, the house was sad; if I knew you spent Christmas like this every year, I would've asked for your number earlier," You smile, reminiscing about the years you and Mark have spent together. Now, you were embarking on your first Christmas as a couple. You had chosen to spend it in Australia, but now you both longed for a colder, snow-filled setting. Yet, it was too late to change plans, and here you were, strolling through a superstore in sandals, shorts, and a tank top.

"Mark! I found them," You smile as he rounds the corner, sees the boxes, and grabs a random one. "Woah, woah, don't you want to look? How tall do you want, width, soft, or color lights?" You ask, and Mark looks at the box. "Christmas trees are all the same," he shrugs, and you sigh, looking at what he grabbed. "This one is good," Mark makes a duh face at you, turns, walks to pay, and just leaves. "You have ornaments, right?" You ask, and he stops and turns.

"Why would-" He doesn't finish as you've turned already and walk further into the store, making him groan but follow after you as you pull off boxes and stop and keep going, making him sigh and let you do what you want. It was your first Christmas together, and he wasn't about to prevent you from trying to make it perfect. "Okay, let's go," you smile, or he thinks as if he couldn't quietly see you over the boxes.

Mark follows you around like a puppy before leading you to the checkout and paying. He doesn't even care for the number as he hurries you into the car. He sighs at all the stuff but can't help but smile fondly at the way you get so excited to decorate the tree. Getting back to the house, it's nothing but Mark wanting to help, but you tell him he doesn't have to as you try to decorate happily and surprise him later.

So he leaves, heading to work on some things for Oscar and McLaren, and doesn't return until you cover his eyes, giggling. "Come on," he says, ready to stand, but you push him back down. "No! You're a giant. Stay sitting!" You smile mischievously and roll him into the living room, the dogs following, and he sits, chuckling.

You stop and pull your hands away, and Mark opens his eyes slowly. A slight smile pulls on his lips. The room is filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, and the soft glow of the Christmas lights creates a warm, cozy atmosphere. "It's perfect," he smiles, and you smile, leaning down and kissing his cheek. Now it feels like Christmas," he mumbles.

[doja365]

[Unwanted Ransom(Chapter 6)]

Masterlist Brutus

TW- some shows of mental illness

10 years ago...

"Xerxes come on say something this is a safe place."

"Then why is there a camera?"

"It's there just in case you get-"

"I get what, crazy? Yeh, lady I know the drill"

"It says in your file that you have gone through multiple doctors in the past since your mother's death."

"And what makes you think you can fix me?"

"Because you are special, you have so much potential, and you put it all to waste."

"Who cares? My so called 'family', if I can recall they abandoned me, neglected me, and one of the little brats scarred me." Yep you obviously know who I'm talking about

"Xerxes, don't put the blame on others."

"You've been married for 15 years, three kids, one teen, one toddler, and one infant.

You're parents are divorced and no matter how many times you and your husband hate each other you wanna stay married in order to prevent the same trauma you had pass on to your kids.

Did I get it correct? Oh wait don't answer that I'm always correct." I sighed laying my head down.

"And you've become observant when it comes to hurting others, see I've studied your pattern of behaviour based on the reviews all your other doctors have represented to me before I took this case. And boy was it a long read.

Technically I'm entitled to tell you anything that could help you. And you thought that you could go through me?"

"I don't give a fuck what people say, who do I trust? No one, if a friend wants to jump on train tracks, don't expect me to hold their hand.

I don't give a damn what they insinuate about me anymore, I am an Amala never a Wayne, so I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to." And with that I abruptly stood up and grabbed my bag, I head out there.

The only reason I went there because, my 'dad' heard that I got into a fight and handcuffed the brat in the janitor's closet.

Just suck it up Xerxes, in a few years, you can finally escape them.

'Just suck it up' That's the advice I'd always tell myself no matter how much I cried, scream, or hurt myself.

Present...

"AHHHH, PETE, THERE IS A FUCKING BUILDING!!!!" I screamed as I held on tight to him.

"JENNY MOVE YOUR HAIR, OH SHIT!!!" he lost a bet so he had to swing me from Vincent's house to dad's. When we finally descended, I sighed and laid on the floor for a while.

"Y'know MJ would normally puke with this." He sighed.

"I'm built different" And I walked normally inside my house, I didn't feel any signs of...

fuck

oh wait

Oh shit

never-mind

I rushed to my bedroom's toilet and hurled a lot. Gosh, I should've listened to MJ. With that I washed my face, and brushed my mouth. I went down-stairs ignoring my surroundings.

I kinda had a crush on Pete for a while, but then I met Vincent and felt like Pete is a brother to me.

"AYOO, PETE LET'S GO WATCH SAW 2-" I immediately cut myself off when I saw, something I thought was a dream.

oh wait

it can't be

tell me I'm dreaming.

OH SHIT....

"Hey baby bird-" Richard stuttered, and tried to hug me.

"Back off Grayson, dad what the fuck is going on."

"Xerxes-"

"Who said I was talking to you limp-dick? Now dad seriously what the hell is going on here?" I looked at dad with puppy eyes, gosh I'm so adorable.

"Now, they just came here to drop your stuff." He explained.

"They are not my things they are Xerxes' things, I only things that I need are what I have now." I stated, as I looked at the cunt who ruined my life, I only sighed.

"Xerxes-"

"Zip it Timothy, or I'll tear you're tongue from your head." I stated, I've been watching the Originals again, and might I add, Nikklaus' has been looking good.

"Xerxes-" Jason tried to start. But I cut him off with a glare, he then corrected himself.

"Jennifer, we miss you and we apologise-"

"For what? Neglecting me? Abandoning me? LEAVING ME TO DIE?"

"We didn't mean to." They all protested.

"Bullshit!"

"Language!" Dad sighed.

"When is my birthday?"

"January 7?"

"No, it's September 8, what the hell is wrong with you people?" I was eager to run and ditch these people and run up to my room.

"Xerxes, you're my sister come on." He tried to grab me, but I dodged it and grabbed his hand spinning him downwards. Thanks Nat.

"Touch me one more time, and your arm won't be the only thing that will hurt."

I immediately rushed upstairs and ran to my room, locking it, which activates voice-recognition. Gosh, I was so angry with them. I started to get really angry and accidentally punched a hole in my wall that was connected to Morgan's room.

"JENNY!!!" Oh fuck.

"SORRY M! I'll fix it later." And with that I just dropped onto the bed. I grabbed my phone and texted Vincent.

Jinx- Hey V

V- Hey Jen, how r u?

Jinx- My previous fucked-up family is back now

V- damn, wanna hang tommorow? 🙂

Jinx- Sure, but I gotta lotta hw tho 😢

V- call me if you can then 🤙🏻

And with that I decided to lay down and wonder how fucked up my life could get. I started to fall asleep so I decided to shut down all of my devices, in order to avoid the annoying sound of the 'Brady Bunch' trying to text me.

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A/N- It could've been longer if my dumbass didn't accidentally delete my first draft, could've been so much better.

Taglist

@lunayaps, @not-aya, @iluvcatzz, @vanessa-boo, @ivyrose9194

[winterspiderpurrs]

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Soo..... I added more

Part 2 below:

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Pulling his sunglasses off his face, Tony stared. His eyes were wide as he took in the sight before him.

When Bucky called him back after talking with Peter. He was sure they must have been having an affair. But he didn’t think Peter could have done that. Especially with Bucky. But as Bucky explained how he has always cared for Peter.

Well. If Peter was fine with this crazy scenario, then go for it. He knew Bucky was serious when he said they fill out the marriage certificate, but if Tony wanted to wait til they got back to file it to make sure Peter didn’t change his mind.

So here they are, almost four months after the wedding. They extended the honeymoon for almost 3 months.

Taking the trains all through Europe, staying at the Stark properties. And when Peter called saying they were coming home? He had the jet waiting for them.

Which leads them to this moment. Peter smiles brightly, waving as Bucky holds onto his other arm as he helps escort Peter down the stairs that were pushed up against the jet.

They both look relaxed and happy. Peter was positively glowing. But that could be from the noticeable baby bump.

" You know, when you called me said Steve was out, and you were in... I wasn't expecting this... "

Peter laughs, and Bucky shakes his head.

"Well, we definitely didn’t plain it... but..."

Bucky turns to stare down at Peter, who looked up at him. They smile at each other, and Bucky lifts Peter hand that he was still holding and presses a kiss on his knuckles.

" Wouldn't change it for the world."

" Gross, that's my kid there,"

" Mr. Stark, you are so funny. "

" Yeah, yeah, what your folks think? Or May? I can't believe she wouldn't have said something."

"Oh. Uumm, they don't know yet? You're the first to know. I figure the twins meeting their Nonnon first would be best. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't helped Mr. Stark"

Tony quickly put his sunglasses back on. Trying to gather himself as the tears start to threaten to form. Clearing his throat.

" Oh, uh. Okay. Thats... yeah. Cool, alright. I.. wait, twins!?!"

Peter laughed.

" Surprise!"

A few days later found Peter and Bucky were staying at the tower. They found a place upstate. A property that was on the other side of the lake from Tony's getaway cabin. Tony, Pepper, Peter, and May had already gone up to the new lake house. Bucky would be joining them later that day. He had his old place to clear out.

Bucky had already been on his third box packed when he heard the apartment door open. He had already warned Steve he would be here today to get his things.

He glanced up when he heard the bedroom door open. He sees Steve standing there, arms crossed as he leaned against the frame. He set the box on top of the bed and stood tall staring back.

It was quiet for a few moments.

" How long were you in love with Peter?"

The question makes Bucky pause he had been ready for another argument. Not this.

He sighs and answers honestly.

" I knew I liked him right away. He was annoying, and I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I don't think I realized I could be in love with him til a few months later... he made that dumb joke that he couldn't finish without laughing. And it's like it just... clicked. But he was yours, so I didn’t do anything."

Steve stares at him a bit long before nodding.

" That's how it was with Peggy. But Peggy didn't want to be tied down. It's always been Peggy. But I wanted to settle down, and... I care... cared for Peter. But..."

Bucky shook his head.

" He wasn't who you really wanted. He just filled the void, how times I come home and I could tell ya were fighting. It wasn't right, especially since you pushed for the wedding. You knew what he wanted and you fought him til he would give in."

" I know Buck..."

" It worked out how it should. You wanted to be with Peggy. It's better that you left before the wedding instead of having an affair afterward. That would have destroyed him."

" That's true.. but Peggy and I.. It's complicated. "

" It's always complicated between ya both. But it's too late now. You left the day before your wedding day, Steve. Peter and I are married mated pair. Ain't no going back on that. "

"I know that, Buck! Just... You both can have this place. I can move out. It's only fair. "

" You can keep the place. It's already in your name. We have got a new place already. Upstate, nice little lake house."

" I thought you both would stick to the city til Peter decided to....oh... your... he is having pups?"

"Let's not do this, Stevie."

" No, no.... I'm.. I'm glad. I... shit. I know I screwed up Bucky. But... I'm glad that Peter has you. And that you're going to be a Dad.

Prompt - if you’re so inclined : ABO fic that starts off Spidershield, but ends up Winterspider - Steve abandons Peter on the eve of their mating/wedding bc some call (author’s choice) begs him to come back to them and Bucky steps in as an alternate. Unknown to Peter, Becky’s always loved him but stayed silent due to loyalty to Steve. And unknown to Bucky, Peter liked him back, especially when he attempted to smooth over all the times Steve ignored or dismissed Peter.

At the hotel Bucky was hanging his suit up to make sure he it didn't have wrinkles. He sighs and then goes to stand out on the balcony. Digging into his pocket to pull out his cigarettes to light one.

Tomorrow was the big day. Steve was finally going to get married to Peter. They had dated for a few years now. He was kinda surprised when Steve told him he was going to propose. He honestly didn't think they would have lasted as long as they did.

He was happy that Steve found someone as sweet and loving as Peter. Peter got along with everyone, and could dish it out like the best of them. And it didn't help that Peter smelt so amazing. Bucky has never been so attracted to a scent before.

But once Steve introduced the omega to him, he knew he could never have him. Couldn't do something like that to Steve. Even if his inner alpha was screaming at him.

Especially ever since he walked in on Steve talking down to Peter once. He knew it wasn't for the first time, either. How many times have they arrived and Steve is all smiles, and Peter eyes were a little watery. He shakes his head before he takes another drag of his cigarette.

He stayed out on the balcony to smoke a few more cigarettes before he heard the sound of Steve coming into the room. They decided for the night before to stay in the same room for now since tomorrow Steve and Peter would be in the honeymoon suite before flying out to go to Cancun. Steve really wanted to go there, Peter agreed though he had wanted to somewhere else, either California or even getting a cabin in the smokey mountains if they weren't going over to Europe somewhere.

He slides the balcony door open to step into the room.

" Hey Stevie what took.... what are you doing?"

Bucky frowns at Steve who is currently packing his bags in a hurry. Steve froze and looked up at Bucky, like he forgot they were sharing a room.

" Uh ...shit. Something came up."

Bucky blinks.

" And it can't wait? You're getting married tomorrow."

Steve starts back up packing. Zipping up his bag.

" I'm not."

Bucky stares.

" Your not... what? What's going on Steve? I can go get Peter if you.."

" No!"

Steve clears his throat and got closer to the door. He sighs runs his fingers through his hair.

" Peggy called. She is back stateside... we had dinner... I've moved my flight to tonight. She and I are going to Cancun."

" your going to...what the fuck about Peter? Are you shitting me right now Steve?"

" You know how I love Peggy. This is my chance"

" Again What About Peter?"

" You know that things weren't great between us. But he wanted marriage and"

" Cut the bullshit Punk. He wanted to be married before he got knotted. That doesn't mean he was pushing to be married. YOU proposed to him. YOU were the one who talked about marriage. "

Bucky walked quickly over to Steve, shoving him.

" Why even put him through this? You know how devastating this is going to be for him? My god Steve. How stupid do you have to be? "

" Hey now! Are you my friend or his? You should have my back in this"

Bucky sighs and rubs his own face. " I'm your friend you Know that Steve. But... are you sure? Cause once you go... I don't think Peter would take you back. Hell. Tony and Natasha might even kill you for this"

" It's a chance I'm willing to take. I dont want to be with him"

" hell of a time to decide that. Kudos for atleast not going through with but damn how did Peter take it?"

Steve looks down and then at the door.

"He doesn't know"

Bucky blinks and then throws a punch into the wall.

" Are you fucking kidding me? What were you gonna do? Just let him get all dolled up for the wedding and just not show up?"

" If you care so much why don't you just fucking marry him?" Steve snares back at Bucky.

" Maybe I fucking will. Any Alpha would be proud to have someone like Peter. I hope its worth it Steve. Shit."

Steve turns and glares at Bucky. Not really believing that Bucky would actually try to get with Peter. But he still felt unjustifiable possessive of the little omega.

" Your not his type"

" Your right. I'm an ass but I don't hide it"

Steve sighs and opens the door. " I'll let you know when I land. After things.... cool down let me know. "

Bucky shakes his head.

" Your unbelievable Steve. Just go. I'll figure something out with this."

"Thanks"

Steve leaves and Bucky is left in the hotel room steaming still. God. This was a horrible situation. He paces for a while, goes back to the balcony, smokes through the rest of his pack of cigarettes. Before he sighs and calls Tony.

" Hey Buckaroo, why you calling so late? Cap not getting cold feet huh?" Tony laughs and Bucky takes a deep breath.

" Does Peter have a passport?"

" Does Peter have a... of course he does but he doesn't need one for Cancun."

" Do you still owe that villa in Italy?"

Bucky could hear some shuffling going on in the background of the phone. Pepper asking Tony what was going on.

" Yeah. Steve decided to surprise Pete with a honeymoon he wants?"

" If Peter agrees... can you fly us out tomorrow?"

" Yeah sure can get you the jet but... wait.. pause a second. Key word there. 'Us' as in you steve and Peter? Is this a thruple situation I've never been told about?"

Bucky could tell Tony was getting worked up.

" No throuple situation. Me and Peter"

There was silence on the line. Then you could hear something being thrown and Happy could be hear coming into the room.

" You and Peter having an affair"

"No."

Tony growls through the phone.

" It's Steve isn't it"

" Yeah... he just left"

" God damnit"

" I'm going to tell Peter..."

" He doesn't even know?! I'll kill him i swear to god."

" just... let me talk to Peter"

" he is on the 7th floor, room 715"

And thats how Bucky ended up knocking at Peter's hotel room door.

Peter opened the door smiling but then saw the look at Bucky's face.

His should sag and his eyes water a little.

" He... isn't coming tomorrow...."

Bucky shakes his head.

" I'm sorry Doll"

He moves to gather Peter in his arms, walking them into the room before closing the door.

" I talked to Tony... how about we get out of here yeah? We can go tour Italy... forget all this."

Peter sniffles.

" What about the venue? Oh god what am I gonna tell May?"

Bucky licks his own lips, looking to the side before moving to take a step away from Peter.

" I know that... we aren't close.... close as we could be given.. the circumstances...but.."

He shuffles his feet, nervously running his hand through his long hair. Huh his bun must of fallin out.

" if you Peter would have me.... I'll love to prove to you... every day how much I care about you... how much I could love you"

Peter sits down on the edge of the bed staring up at Bucky.

" What... what do you mean...Jamie... I.."

Bukcy kneels down infront of Peter, grasping his hands.

"I'll marry you tomorrow. Fuck Steve. I know I'm not the..best Alpha out there. But I promise I will always take care of you Peter Parker."

" Barnes"

" Yeah Doll?"

" Peter Barnes... if.. if we go through with this"

" Are you sure? "

Peter bites his bottom lip nodding.

" Even when... when I was with Steve... it was always you taking care of me... when I was sick... when Steve would cancel... you... I've always liked you Jamie... just.. never got to ... explore that. I .. I don't cheat. "

" Tomorrow, it's me and you at that alter then Doll... Tony is gonna fly us to the villa right after... and we can deal with the rest when we get back... I bet Tony will get everything ready."

Steve didn't know what happened til after he came back to his apartment after two weeks away.

No one saw Peter and Bucky til almost two months later. They had just gotten back from their extended honeymoon, touring Italy, then France. Both sporting tans and Peter? The start of a very small baby bump. Twins apparently ran in the Barnes family.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-

I hope you liked this! Kinda did my own spin to the request, but I enjoyed the ask very much!

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Charles Leclerc x Male Reader

I've got you

I forgot what the request was, and my wifi is shit rn. I think it went like this? Might be completely different tho, if it is, I don't mind rewriting. Just send me an ask if it is good or nah.

I feel like this is shit, cause I think I made it messy I honestly do not know that direction I was taking this in.😓

Cheers!

Warning: Self harm

I hear whispers as I walk the streets I call home. It hurts, feeling their gazes dig into me, their words pulling out my privacy.

"We should go home."

I feel Y/n pull my hand.

"Why? We just left."

"I-I don't feel so good."

He smiled at me sheepishly.

"You want to eat, you're hungry we ca-"

"We can order at home."

"We are not ordering again, just because you are scared of the rumours does not mean they hold power over you, over me, over us."

I looked back at him as I held his hand firmly and continued to walk, pulling him with me.

"We are going to eat in the restaurant that I reserved for us."

"Okay."

——

"Y/n?"

I shouted throughout the house as I walked around looking for him. I walked past a bathroom and heard quiet sniffles, almost like someone was crying. I tried to open the door.

"Y/n?"

I said as I kept on trying and the sniffles got louder.

"Open the door, bebé."

"G-go away."

"Why are you crying? Open the door, Y/n, please."

I kept on trying to open the door and finally I broke the lock mechanism of the knob. I was not expecting to see what I saw, a crying Y/n, surround by a red liquid. I immediately knelt down beside him, taking him into a hug, not caring that my pants are wet with the red liquid.

"Why?"

"I'm sorry."

——

"Y/n?"

We now lay on our bed, comfortable, warm and together. My hand slowly ran through his hair as he laid on my chest.

"Why did you do it, Y/n?"

"Do what?"

"What you did a few months ago."

"what d-"

"Don't act stupid, Y/n, I know what you did, I saw the blade. And if you forgot, you were soaking wet with your own blood, your wrist had multiple gashes."

"I don't know."

"I could've lost you, Y/n, I can't imagine the world with you gone. The world will stop spinning, the sun will stop shining and the moon will stop glowing. The turmoil of the sea will calm to mourn you, Y/n, I don- I ca- I- no, please, Y/n."

I began to slowly cry as I held him tighter and kissed the top of his head.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

——

"Y/n, your game is in 4 days. Why again, Y/n, why?"

I held his forearm that was bleeding profusely with deep cuts. His face was tearful as I cleaned the wound and tried to stop the bleeding.

"Y/n, please, tell me what's wrong?"

"I don't kn-"

"To fucking hell you don't, you do, you fucking do. PLEASE, tell me, Y/n, please, I cannot be with you all the time. Please tell me, I am already begging you, Y/n, please."

I looked at him as tears began to well up in my eyes at the sight of him.

"Th-the rumours, I don't like them, I can't ignore them and the v-voices help me."

"What voices?"

"The ones that say what to do."

——

"Are you okay, mr. L/n?"

A man in a white coat said as I slowly began to wake up.

"where am I?"

"You are in the hospital, while you were in the middle of your football game, you may have exerted too much and it caused the wounds on your arm to open up. You bled profusely and we were struggling to control your blood loss. As of the moment we can say you lost approximately 52% of your total blood level."

"What? Did we win?"

"Sir, your recovery is of the at most importance right now."

"Did we win?"

I said now more aggressive but my head began to hurt like hell and I could not move my arm.

"Yes."

"Was that so hard to say?"

"We need to keep you calm, Sir, any rise in blood pressure will cause headaches and lightheadedness please take some rest, we will be back to check in on you bi hourly."

The doctor said as he left the room.

A phone rang on my side, I turned to see my phone with Charles' name on it. I took it and answered the call.

"He-"

"Are you okay? What did the doctor say? What did they say?"

"I am okay, Charlie."

"I'm sorry I can't come, I have a race in 4 hours."

"It's okay, thank you for calling, good luck on your race."

"Get well soon, I have to go now, bye bye."

"Love you."

"Love you."

He hung up the phone.

——

"Y/n, again?"

He sat on the floor of our bathroom again, covered in blood, again.

"Why, why do you keep doing this, Y/n."

I took the bloody razor from his hand and placed it on the sink.

"I can't- once I start it's impossible to stop."

He cried as I hugged him and kissed his head, reassuring him that I am here and I will not be leaving.

"It's okay, you're okay."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be, it's not your fault."

"But I did it."

"Did you want to?"

"No."

I held him tight as I sat beside him, my clothes now getting bloody.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I still love you, and I will help you become better. Cause that's what love is, you build each other up to be a better person for each other."

I held him as I faced the ceiling, trying to stop the tears from flowing down.

"I need help."

.

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TL;DR: 4C&Joker!Zam at Jingle JAM. Almost 6.5k words.

Disclaimer: PrinceZam brutally murders your fav people from the event (and more).

CW: Violence, deaths, non-graphic gore, suicidality

***

4C sees a figure coming up a hill – a yellow spot catches his eye instantly, and there is simply no one else here like it, and he raises his hand to finally, after too long an hour of an event, greet Zam in person.

 

He only needs a moment more to see the purple cloak and too much blood to be just his own. For a split second, 4C stops, and a freezing chill hits him to the bone. He immediately understands everything.

 

The cold is replaced by calmness and confidence. He knows the situation. There's nothing to worry about.

 

He waves at him.

 

– Hey, Zam!

 

Zam smiles brightly and waves back.

 

– Hey, 4C!

 

PrinceZam whispers to you: you know what to do.

 

There is complete chaos here: suspicious people appeared, no one understands anything, everyone is pulling each other in different directions, looking for solutions to the threats, and all this is mixed into an ear-crushing hubbub. And Zam... he just stands there, listening to people, watching as one of the team members climbs as high as possible, deciding to hide from hunters in the air.

 

Zam whispers to you: should I just kill them all here

 

He's not answering. He pulls people into conversation until they disperse into smaller groups. 

 

DTR, having broken away from the others, winds circles around them, and 4C mentally says goodbye to them. In the rush of the moment, he doesn't even feel sympathy. All of them are already doomed anyway.

 

– Imagine, I was able to make 11 people play a scene from Titanic, – he shares while they slowly walk in the opposite direction from the rest, and Zam tells his own adventures in tune with him, and how he was teleported many thousands of blocks from his house, and DTR adds here and there, rushing back and forth. They tell how suspicious one of the guys in their group was, that he even threatened them, but no, he didn't seem to be a hunter; he didn't have any diamond armor or netherite weapons, but anyways, all sorts of people exist, after all, PVP is turned on for everyone-

 

4C liked DTR. They were a ray of sunshine, eternally energetic and motivating and unable to stay in place, and ready to tell the whole story of their lives. He puts his hand on their shoulder, and DTR stops, staring at him curiously with their bottomless fishy eyes.

 

– You don't have to worry anymore, – he warmly assures, – I'm good at fighting, and Zam is even better! 

 

– Are you doing nothing but fighting there? – DTR seems perplexed, – of course, we also have fights sometimes, but usually we just have fun together.

 

– Well, not only that, – 4C agrees, – relationships between people, teams, stories, interests, all this is also very important, but in the end you often still need to fight, – and he smiles.

 

Diamond sword pierces DTR right into the heart, and then Zam leads it down, ripping the chest open. Blood gets on 4C's clothes, and he lets DTR go, allowing them to fall from the horse onto the ground, muttering something muffled.

 

– And if you fight over and over again, one day it becomes your life, – Zam purrs, and then bursts into laughter until DTR stops moving – and their pupils roll up – and they die, crumbling into nothing.

 

4C dusts off his jacket, but blood has already soaked into it.

 

– You've stained me, – he remarks reproachfully, powerlessly trying to clean it at least a little, – how can I pretend to be innocent if I'm covered in someone else's blood?

 

– I'm sorry, – Zam pulls, hiding a sword, – but it's not so noticeable from the distance, maybe they wouldn't notice?

 

– Zam that doesn't mean I want to wear dirty clothes, – he retorts, shaking his head disapprovingly. Zam raises his hands in defeat.

 

– I'm sorry! – he admits, - I'll try to be more careful, 4C, I promise. 

 

– I'll keep an eye on you, – he threatens frivolously and, unable to restrain himself, giggles. They let the horse go and continue walking in the same direction.

 

When they reach a river, Zam honestly tries to help him wash the blood, but it is tightly stuck – there is no way to fix it on the spot. But he manages to clean himself – remove blood from his head, clean his mouth after the past internal bleeding, wipe almost everything off his hands, leaving only red outlines under the nails. Only his coat remains the same – darkened, half-lost its own color, dragging corpses and grave earth. At least it's still better than it was, says 4C optimistically.

 

– I thought you had renounced your past self, – he remarks, – does it really not matter as long as you're not on the server?

 

Zam smiles back at him gently; there is no threat in it, but it is still subtly different from how he smiled before.

 

– Oh, no, no, 4C, of course not, – he shakes his head, – you can say, that guy took a break. He will return to you in complete safety upon our comeback.

 

He sighs. Well, this is within the norm of strangeness for a Lifesteal player. He hardly felt even a little surprised.

 

– Okay, okay, – 4C shrugs, – do you want to find someone specific, or do we take care of those we find first?

 

– Of course, I am interested in all our dear friends and comrades, – Zam draws out, – and, of course, Fruitberries! I'll be so happy if I get a chance to kill him! – he chuckles enthusiastically, – but we still need to kill everyone else, too. I would prefer to hide my role for now, so we should focus on singles to leave no witnesses. With you around, everyone will believe that we are completely innocent!

 

– Sure, Zam, – he ironically agrees, – I am, without a doubt, the friendliest player of the event.

 

– That's what I am talking about! 

 

***

It's even too easy: they follow a compass, determine a situation, and come into contact with singles and duos. Zam looks almost normal and draws them into a conversation, and almost everyone here knows 4C, and they take his benevolence and desire to help for granted. Not used to always being suspicious of everyone, they easily succumb to kind words, gifts and help, open to befriending them, even after discovering the secret of the event, hoping just to spend time well. Not warriors, peaceful people, why should they even be involved in a meat grinder between hunters and the strongest of the strongest?

 

– Oh, we don't just fight on the Lifesteal, – Zam mysteriously declares, and his listeners are staring at him, catching his every word, listening like a fairytale; – we also, just like you, tell our stories, it's just that there are a lot more deaths in ours. For example, one day I set out to corrupt the whole world, and in the process, wanting to prove my case, I killed a lot of people! – he waves his arms and shrugs his shoulders as if it were an everyday occurrence, – and he, – points to 4C, – was my first victim, with whom it all began! The president whose unwise decision led me to shift my vision!

 

– Did he murder you? – gasps the first, – and you're still friends?

 

– Yeah, it happened, – 4C laughs, shaking his head, – I was expecting something like this when we decided to remove the heart recipe. Everyone needs to survive somehow, and I was an obvious target. I don't hold a grudge. Besides, Zam has changed.

 

– Oh, yes, – Zam murmurs, – I've changed since then! I realized that I was wrong, and I can't let this happen again! I took an oath that I would never kill anyone!

 

He burns them alive – 4C hands him a camping bottle of ethanol, and Zam laughs hysterically, setting them on fire and then watching agonizing death, admiring and warming hands. Some of his fingertips are licked by flames, getting burns, but he doesn't pay any attention.

 

4C, waiting for him to finish, is sorting through his backpack – it's been too long without long-distance trips, he completely forgot what he even had with him. A couple of times he winces at the smell of burnt meat. The screams subside over time.

 

– Are we going to hide the corpses? – he asks, going through all the available elements of his swiss knife.

 

— No. It's useless, there's not enough time, – Zam replies, putting his hands in his pockets. He's not smiling anymore, but he sounds drunk, still not completely sober from murder, – soon the border will start to close. They won't make it. But we also need to move.

 

– I really need to figure out my armor, – 4C remarks, looking down at himself, and puts all the things back in his backpack. Only iron boots and helmet, absolutely unsuitable for battles, – when we pick up someone, leave their corpses next time, okay?

 

Zam drowns the next traveler by holding them by the neck under water until they stop resisting. 4C takes their half-broken protection 1 iron leggings, which still smell of mud. After three more murders, he takes a diamond boots from someone's riddled body.

 

– I missed killing people, – Zam shares, hiding the third axe under his coat, – it's so much fun, they are too weak, though. Are they so unaccustomed to war? I've killed the weak on the Lifesteal too, but you were different from them. You were so vulnerable just because you chose it.

 

4C shrugs his shoulders.

 

– I'm like them, Zam. I am not a warrior. I don't like fighting. There are so many things in the world more interesting than direct war. I don't want to waste my time on it.

 

Zam chuckles. He turns his trident from side to side, already lying in his hand in his native way.

 

– Don't worry. You don't have to fight. I will gladly take it for myself.

 

– It's always important to let people do what they like, – 4C smiles, handing him a helmet from the second corpse lying with a crossbow bolt between their eyes. It still smells of blood and is obviously too big, but Zam doesn't seem concerned about it.

 

They wade through the river, but it doesn't knock down any smell or stains, just leaves them both wet. 4C glimpses how deeply the blood has seeped into Zam's coat. This is the same coat – the one that wrapped Zam's corpse on the burial and the one that Zam himself stole from his own grave when he possessed Pangi's body. Even now, many months later, there are still traces of 4C's own blood on it – barely discernible, uneven blue streaks on the dark, worn purple. With the still readable trajectory, it is obvious that the hands holding the sword were shaking. He doesn't know how he feels about it.

 

– It's too easy, – Zam complains in a childish tone, rolling enchantment for the trident for the third time in an hour, – they barely even resist. Don't they value their lives?

 

– This is an event, – 4C remarks, shrugging; he wrings out his soaked jacket, – no one's going to actually die. Besides, in their worlds, no one will come up and just start killing you, you know? Some might never have fought against anyone other than mobs.

 

– But I want a real fight, – he objects, – what should I do so that they take swords in their hands and really try to kill me? – he stands up, breaking an enchanter, and his fingers, clutching the handle of the trident, tremble with tension, – is it really necessary to find a bigger group for this? – Zam asks sadly, – this will increase the chance of revealing me... Do you think I can just run into Coldie like that? Or, like, Raddles? – he asks, almost tenderly. – or Fein? Or, – his breath comes in short gasps, and 4C is pretty sure he meant to say "Fruitberries".

 

– I'm sure if we hurry up, you'll be able to find someone strong, – 4C remarks casually, – they're outstanding players, they can beat other hunters. And what about those who are weaker... – he pauses, thinking, – yes, it makes sense to look for bigger groups. It's going to make it harder to keep your role a secret, but that just means we need to shoot everyone before they run too far, right?

 

– That's right! – and Zam smiles at him and laughs, clearly imagining how many people he can still kill before the end of the event, – you're right, it's so easy! – he sincerely declares, – we just have to kill them sooner!

 

It's easy to notice when you know Zam long enough: he gets worse. In the sense that it was worse for him then – he is rapidly losing his self-control and humanity in the desire to kill someone, constantly touching one or the other weapon, tearing his hands, and laughing under his nose. And how did someone like that eventually take the oath of pacifism, 4C thinks distantly, putting his hand to his forehead and looking at the horizon.

 

He notices it first – a human figure, a girl entwined with pink flowers. A girl is different in some way – she throws a knowing glance at Zam, as if capable of sensing something amiss, intercepts her delicate rapier, and then rushes away. Zam swears under his breath and shouts something, clearly still trying to play a card of just-a-player-definitely-not-a-mass-murderer-

 

4C may not be a warrior, but he still knows how to fight. His arrow hits the girl in the leg, piercing her knee, and she stumbles and falls. It doesn't take long for Zam to get close, but for a while he just stares at her writhing in pain.

 

– Why in the leg, – she moans, – better have killed me right away, but now I'll remember that too! If you had shot in the head, at least it doesn't hurt so much!

 

Zam continues to glare at her. 

 

– It's an offering, – 4C smiles, – do you know, like to an ancient god? For the good luck to both of us at the games.

 

Zam's fingers, clenched into a fist, turn white. He doesn't say a word, as if intoxicated.

 

– I'm here, actually, – the girl remarks, – conscious and all that. I won't run away, of course, but I still have one life left. I'll tell everyone about you. Two hunters at once, wow!

 

– You'll tell them everything? What's about my name? – Zam asks softly, pupils dilated. – you should remember the name, right?

 

He kills her before she finds the answer. When he looks up, 4C notes that some of the blood seems to have entered his eye. Zam doesn't even try to wipe it off his face and instead smiles toothily.

 

– Let's find a bigger team, 4C, – he says too calmly, and he nods. He barely remembers to take arrows from the corpse with him. In addition to them and bolts for the crossbow, Zam silently throws him half a stack of rockets.

 

– She probably learned enough to tell the others, – 4C remarks after a long pause, – maybe not your name, but-

 

– Just imagine, – Zam interrupts him, – she thought you were a hunter. It's funny, isn't it? 

 

– Undoubtedly! – he agrees, – in her gaze, I must really look like one of you.

 

– The difference is small, – Zam shrugs, – they didn't turn off the friendly fire. 

 

Zam doesn't show it, but his trembling finally stops. He seems like a cat full of sour cream, but 4C knew better than anyone that it won't last long.

 

***

The next time they come across a company of five people. Zam burns the first alive and pierces the second by throwing a trident. The third and fourth, realizing that there is no way back, grab their swords, and they fight – honestly and with dignity and to the death, but Zam's face expresses boredom and disrespect while he dissects them like frogs. The fifth tries to run, and 4C finishes them off in the back and carefully wipes his sword.

– You're a grouch,  – Zam jokes, – how did you even survive here?

– I'm not a grouch,– 4C corrects pedantically, hiding the sword, – I just don't want it to stay dirty.

– He won't have time to rust, – Zam sounds surprised, and 4C shakes his head. He's not answering.

The closing of the border becomes noticeable when it appears on the horizon, and they change direction, moving directly to 0, 0, where the paths of all the survivors and hunters were converging. 

– Imagine if all our friends had already been killed while we were messing with the little things, – Zam groans, – I wanted to kill them all so much! It's such a pity that there's no point in killing hunters... I'd love to finish Kyle off. – he sighs in frustration, – well, I can still do it at least once, but he might get mad and stop me from killing the ones I want. – things are always more complicated when a person is immortal.

He hardly pays much attention to random passers, many of them are just running, but even those who are trying to fight are not interesting enough. Zam still wears his shitty starter armor, and- and even the fact that he is obviously not afraid of death, playing into its hands, he goes ahead, leaving himself vulnerable, and it scares. He fights every time but still always solves everything in a few punches. He fights quite differently now, much more sweeping and aggressiveness, but he leaves himself too open to enemy attacks.

– You still have an almost human body, – 4C reminds him, tying a bandage on his arm, – you're vulnerable.

– I'm immortal, – Zam chuckles, but doesn't move, letting him do his thing, – what's the difference?

– It would be even more inconvenient to look for you all over the map right now, – 4C reminds, fixing the edge of the bandage, – we don't have time for this if you want to find all your favorites. And we don't have any potions to heal your wounds. You're counterproductive, Zam. At least put on your armor or what?

Pause.

– A little later, – Zam answers more seriously, – I need... a first murder that will mean something. – and, instantly switching over, already smiling again, – where do you think Derapchu is now? He shouldn't have died yet... I really want to hit his skull with an axe!

– Who knows, – 4C spreads his hands, – depends on your luck. And you, as far as I know, are extremely lucky.

Instead of answering, Zam bursts out laughing. 4C doesn't interrupt him.

The next person is unknown to him. But they are familiar to Zam. And Zam is clearly familiar to them – they squint, focusing their gaze, and, realizing who is standing in front of them, swear profusely in an unfamiliar dialect and rush away. Zam, smiling too broadly, takes off after them, and 4C follows.

The person is a raccoon: small and nimble, but with a bearing and ironed clothes. He seems out of place.

– Fuck, fuck, fuck, – he chants, – no! Not you! Not like this! I refuse!

They seem to know each other.

– Ka-antje, – Zam pulls lovingly, – this time you can't just watch!

– I can do whatever i want! – raccoon lies down, putting a web behind him and fighting back, and this only excites Zam.

4C keeps a short distance, looking at how Zam, eventually catches up with Kantje and clings to him by the scruff of the neck and then lets go, laughing with a bloody mouth, and hits, and hits, and hits.

– Tell all our friends the news! – he laughs, splitting his skull with an axe, – tell them that I'm here! And that I would come for them!

Kantje hisses him to fuck off before dying. Zam needs almost a minute to calm his laughter.

***

Kantje fulfills Zam's request: all the people they recognize immediately know they are dangerous. Many of them are running, but the others turn around and fight. Fortunately, Zam finally puts on his hunting armor and swaps the axe for a netherite one.

4C knows how to fight, but he's not a fighter. Lifesteal taught him to keep a battlekit with him and hit into weak spots, but it still didn't give him the thirst for a battle. It didn't please him, never. And Zam did not expect that he would fight back to back with him – on the contrary, he took the fights to himself alone, as if every opportunity to put a sword between someone's ribs was the best reward.

4C does something else – throws him new and new ways of killing, patches his wounds, scouts the situation, and, when teams stand against them, shoots those who prevent Zam from taking the desired fight or try to run.

While Zam is clashing in battle with Plushy, 4C shoots Meta, and the fight ends too fast. Zam cradles his friend like a child, almost crying, saying how sorry he is that he did not kill him by himself, that he would have given him the best death possible, that he loves him and will always love him. And even if the corpses don't talk, 4C can't say that he can't understand him. 

When the body crumbles to dust, Zam abruptly stands up and wipes his face. 4C shakes his head.

– Okay, – Zam states, – we still have so many people to kill.

4C is about to say something else, but Zam activates his tracking compass, and they both stare at it in deathly silence for a while.

The needle of the compass trembles restlessly, as if with impatience. "JustKaboodle" is engraved on a metal rim.

They look at each other. Zam nods slowly, stiff with bloodlust. They take off in record time.

Kaboodle, even if the closest to them, is still at a decent distance, and Zam, without slowing down, follows her for the entire half an hour without a break. They don't talk, but it's not so bad – 4C feels that he is already approaching his limits. They don't have to get close to see that she's surrounded by people.

They know many of them. They don't know some of them, but the way they stick around Kab tells them everything they need to know. "Zam," shouts Kab, and Sushi first grabs the sword, Kantje is already here too, and in a split second a random deserted village turns into a massacre.

There is no option left to just stand, and 4C hides behind his shield, clutching an axe with his right hand. Arrows rain down on his armor, and he, ducking from the blades, rushes forward, aiming to kill.

You see: 4C did not like fighting, but on Lifesteal it was rarely synonymous with inability to fight, as his weakness in comparison with the best fighters of Lifesteal did not indicate his incompetence. And oh, he loved to think that he appreciated someone else's life, but as long as it wasn't about his teammates, it was really not that important.

He is almost half as slow as Zam, but even that is enough. While Zam is laughing madly, taking on two-three-four people at the same time, 4C swings and blows off the head of the person closest to him.

He never stopped wishing that the first blow of the orbital cannon had killed everyone present. Here's what was true about him: he preferred to give people a quick death.

– You're all going to die here anyway, – he says even cheerfully, – let's get this over with faster and return each to our world, – and his axe shaft almost crumbles in his hands from the blow of the sword taken at him, – hey, hey, take it easy!

He has to let go of the axe, because the next blow crumbles the handle, and he changes it to his sword. Adrenaline makes his hands tremble.

4C deals with another opponent when he catches a glimpse of the moment where Zam pierces Kab through and leads the sword lower and lower, and she painfully slowly settles down, muttering curses and repeating over and over again that he has not changed a bit, that he is the same as then, that he is a monster born to destroy – and Zam, smiling tenderly at her, says how glad he is to be the one to ban her and that he will gladly do it again but already on the Lifesteal-

It's not that 4C is distracted – on the contrary, he is still attentive enough to react and block the blow. The point is different: while Zam is distracted by the taste of his victory, those who remain in battle almost synchronously turn to look at 4C. And he is far from being good enough to do anything in a tough 1v3 clash: he misses one, two hits, and it's all over.

Hmm, he thinks dreamily, not really resisting the death pulling him down. It wasn't a bad adventure. It was... funny. Making things fun is the most important thing. And then an axe flies between his eyes.

To his own surprise, he does not wake up behind the border or at the spawn – it seems that he set his bed somewhere else at the beginning of his journey and forgot. This is another village with no sign of life. For a while, he just lies there silently, staring at the ceiling, feeling the phantom wounds give off pain in his body. After that, he gets up.

There's still time before an end of the event, and maybe he has something to do, but every part of his body feels like it's filled with iron. Instead of moving... somewhere, he climbs onto the porch railing and watches a sunset, swinging his legs from side to side. Birds are chirping in the surrounding forest.

It's a long minute, two, three. The sun is completely sinking below the horizon, but it is still here, and twilight is descending on the world.

His communicator is vibrating.

PrinceZam whispers to you: coordinates

His hands tremble but instantly regain their firmness. He smiles, and then, after checking, writes his coordinates. He remarks distantly that this is almost the other half of the map.

He likes to just pause and look around sometimes. The world around is beautiful, and it's a pity not to be able to appreciate it. The full moon sticks to the sky like a porcelain saucer, and its light silveres the crowns of trees, the tops of houses, and wide fields. In a sense, it's the same as on any other vanilla server. In a sense, even the air here feels different – cleaner, fresher, but also frostier. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get rid of the taste of fir needles.

When Zam arrives, it is already dawn. 4C is almost surprised that he's here. He's also almost surprised that Zam doesn't kill him. Instead, the first thing he does is give him his own full set, food – clearly forgetting that it is endless here – and several more golden apples, an obviously random sword, axe, shield and pickaxe, and also one of his tridents.

– Hi,– 4C says calmly, and then looks at the helmet. Prot 3 – only hunters have these on the server, – Zam, are you sure?

Zam snorts.

– I can die as long as I want, – he reminds, – but you can't do it anymore. Come on, we don't have much time.

4C nods and gets ready. A shield falls back into his left hand, but in his right is a trident shining in the dawn rays of the sun. Zam activates the compass, and they move on again.

***

Endgame is close, the border is extremely small, and most of the survivors are more than competent. Almost everyone is fighting to the death. Escapees have to be driven into hundreds of blocks. They try to lead them into traps several times. Twice they are ambushed.

Once, Zam chases the only survivor of her squad, the purple catgirl, and begs her to fight him one-on-one, promising fair and equal conditions, and at one point she turns around. Zam throws her golden apples, and Raddles slowly chews one of them, looking at them darkly and menacingly from under her eyelashes. Zam blocks 4C with his hand.

– Don't interfere, – he begs, – I need–I need a real battle. If I die, do whatever you want. I don't think she's going to kill you, – Raddles shakes her head slowly, clearly having heard the conversation, and then spits an apple stub into the ground and draws her blade. She is all like a cat – bouncing movements, low stance, lowered head, lightweight armor. There is no doubt about her lethality, and she takes off at the same moment when Zam moves.

And... 4C just watches. He can do a hundred other things, including just turn around and walk away, but he watches. Raddles fights bloodily and swiftly, and Zam is forced to gain speed to match her. These are infinitely fast exchanges of blows, short cuts, attempts to hit weak spots – at some point it looks more like hand-to-hand sparring than sword fighting, and they are not inferior to each other. At some point, Zam breaks into some unfamiliar forced style, and in another skirmish, he punches her in the stomach at the cost of a knife blow that barely misses the artery. Raddles quickly regains consciousness, but Zam is faster – not paying attention to the fact that he is bleeding, he leads a sword from the bottom up, opening her stomach.

– Thank you,– Zam mutters, without taking his eyes off her, – thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

– Fuck you,– Raddles mutters, and her eyes roll back.

4C puts a pressure bandage on Zam's neck and forbids him to move for a few more minutes until regeneration from the golden apples stitches at least the deepest damage. He really never saw himself as a medic; he wore bandages for self-help, but in war you either heal or cripple, so it was hard for him to be surprised. Zam is indignant and constantly whines but obeys and then jumps up, as if overflowing with energy again, clenching and unclenching his fists, and says that they need to run. 4C sighs and before that washes his hands. When he returns, there is an unnamed cross on the field. They can only move on.

Something about how insanely familiar it all was made him permanently uncomfortable. He didn't mind remembering his own death, but he couldn't stop thinking about how Zam was rapidly losing control of himself. They did not see each other often, separated by the entire server, but he remembered individual moments – the madness of the meat grinder in order to ban CaptainSparklz, insane laughter, threats to buildings, taking hostages, explosion after explosion after explosion, a sleepless night of the marathon, a bloody stroke of bans, and – death surrounded by flower petals, 1v4, happy and ready to accept who won for himself in spite of everything.

Zam rushes into battle, ignoring wounds and exhaustion and a half-empty inventory, rushing because he only knows how to fight and how to kill, and 4C regretfully lets him go to a certain death, telling himself that at least hunters cannot be banned. That Zam might die, but he would always come back. He watches with regret as Coldie disembowels him like a fish. Coldie does not touch 4C, but takes the trident from Zam's corpse and, nodding, disappears into the fog. 4C gently strokes Zam's hair, looking at the face of the doomed to die, and immediately after the body disappears, he DMs, asking for coordinates.

– And how did your teammates get you out? – he asks, chuckling, returning Zam's belongings.

– They did the best they could, – Zam grins, – and that was enough. I wanted it myself; what can they do? They wouldn't have forced me against my will.

4C smiles, suppressing another giggle, and shoves a spare shield in his face.

– We are almost at the end, – he reminds, – how many survivors are there, about twenty people? Every kill counts. Be careful.

At this point, both Mid and Squiddo have been killed. He has nowhere to turn around.

– Do not doubt, – Zam grins, – that I will use the rest of the time to the fullest.

This is the first time they see spawn. it is beautifully decorated, like a Christmas tree on the eve of a holiday, and that's why the traces of murders scattered here and there look especially grotesque. Here they see other hunters, many of them for the first time. 4C politely shakes hands with the other two survivors who have switched sides, pretending not to notice that the Zam's hands are shaking. When it comes time for Kyle, he is clearly forced to make every possible effort not to try to cut off his head.

Few survivors sitting on the spawn are hiding. The rest stick to that small part of the outer territory that has not yet been absorbed by the border. They catch rare survivors by falling on their heads or catching up or shooting them right in the head. Black and red fireworks explode them with bloody confetti. There is a lull before the final, while everyone is preparing for the final dash, and even Zam is forced to stop.

4C patches him up and makes him eat and drink. Zam's entire clothes and body are covered in blood to the point that it does not wash off, and even now he is staring into space, unable to hold his own hands, trembling so much that it rather resembles convulsions.

– Kill, kill, kill, kill, – he chants, – I have to kill them. Who's left? Fruit? Fein? Misty? – he breaks into a smile, – Derapchu, – squeezes one hand with the other so hard that the bones crackle, – such a feast, I can't believe it... And that's it for me... I just have to make sure that the others are not taken away... Abyss, I would give anything for the opportunity to kill them too...

He makes a fire and warms his icy fingers, counting the minutes until the moment when the border will reach here too.

– Be careful, – he reminds, – the rest are competent fighters. They can kill you. They'll kill you.

– It doesn't matter, – Zam chuckles, – I'm immortal! I will always come back!

– You're going to waste time, – he retorts, – and that's what we're all limited to right now. Time until the end of the event. Time until your targets are killed by someone else. 

Zam looks at him. His pupils are huge.

– You're right, – he agrees breathlessly, – time. It doesn't matter if it hurts me. It matters if I have time to kill them. And I have to kill them. How can I miss an opportunity?

He finds the answer to his unspoken question very soon: only five minutes, and the border almost touches them. He puts out the fire with his boot and loads crossbows with bolts and fireworks. Zam takes off from his place, and he does not try to call out to him, only clutches one of the crossbows in his hands, and slides down through the wet snow into the hollow of spawn.

The border closes in, locking everyone within the ornately decorated square, and this quickly announces losses – before his eyes, Zam, laughing, blows off the head of a frightened player in iron armor, not ready for the meat grinder of the final. Fireworks fill the sky all around, and their light casts deep shadows from the bird squad of survivors holding onto the roofs, each of whom had elites on their backs. 4C aims at the figure closest to him, but they dodge without any effort.

It's like a dance – everything starts slowly, hunters and survivors die one by one, with rare pops, but gradually the production, emboldened, picks up the pace, and very soon you can't keep track of what is happening – the survivors try to keep their distance and hide in the heights and lowlands, but the hunters desperately attack them, dying one by one, exploding clouds of thick smoke are in the air, but materializing again only moments later and immediately rushing into battle again. 

4C quickly finds himself in the company of two other survivors who have allied with the hunters – it seems impossible to keep up with Zam, he can only cover him from a distance, and this has never been hindered by good company. The guys are funny: they talk, joke, and accept him instantly, connected by common experience. 

– Why did you decide to do this? – he innocently asks when Zam dies again from Fruit's axe, – to help hunters, – he clarifies pedantically.

One, a man in a blue hiking suit with stubble, shrugs his shoulders.

– It's more interesting this way, – he sums up, – I didn't want to just run away the whole event. And when will I be free to kill so many people, right? I had a lot of fun.

– It so happened that my friend became a hunter, – says the second, younger, heavily built, and obviously used to fighting, – I did not dare to go against him. What's the rest to me if we've come all this way together?  He snorts, – What about you?

4C looks at Zam again – just respawned, he, along with several others, is storming a survivors' squadron – and then shakes his head expressively slowly. Instead of giving a clear answer, he just smiles at them.

[butchreg]

big bro vi with a trans male regressor headcanons !!

requested by @littlestsheriff !! i'm sorry this is so late i've been swamped with finals , i sigh. ( ps if you are into arcane and are a regressor check out his stuff !! ) i think i said this last time but i love writing cg vi bc he's one of my fictional cgs so this got me excited (>///<). you know the drill by now (i hope), vi will be referred to with he/him pronouns. if you disagree with this headcanon that's perfectly fine but any hate / transphobia will be blocked. arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

vi is so supportive of you when you come out. he's always threatening to beat up anyone who would potentially unsupportive and if he had to he would no questions asked. he's not a trans man but he is transmasc so he knows all about trans stuff and is more than happy to help you out with your t shots and with getting trans tape or a binder !

vi teaching his little brother (you !) how to do t shots, doing his with you and giving you a big smile and a high five when you're done. he's impressed with how good you are with it, telling you how much he cried his first time (his one thing is needles... bleegh).

vi mostly calls you "little man" but of course being the silly guy he is he gets in a couple silly nicknames as well like "stinky" and "squirt". you mostly call him bubba. he doesn't really like parental titles cause he's your brother not your parent !

if you're both really small then caitlyn will take care of you guys but usually he's old enough to take you on adventures himself. even if he's feeling smaller than usual he's still really proud of being your big brother. he always wants to give you your bottle, or to give you his blankie to keep you nice and warm. he's really protective of you even when he's feeling younger. "mama, can i see bubby?" "not now, silly, you've just seen him 5 minutes ago, let him have his nap."

if you're feeling fussy, vi will slip you a sweet from his secret stash. he sometimes will try to bribe you with his candy which if you're being honest always works. he's never trying to get you to do anything really naughty but maybe bribing you to not tell caitlyn on the rare occasion he has an accident or so you'll keep quiet for a little while.

vi is always bragging to his friends about you, telling them how awesome you are. he's so so proud to have you as a brother, always trying to be a good role model for you. if someone even jokingly says something at your expense he'll give them a threatening look and make a fist at them.

playfighting !! oh you guys are always playfighting or rough housing. it stops immediately if someone is hurt though, if you ever cry out he jumps back immediately going from silly to serious in a second. "i'm really sorry, did i hurt you? should i get mama? please don't cry !"

gets you two matching stuffies as a surprise. his is named after you and yours is named after him.

vi trying to give you your first gender affirming haircut. he's so proud of himself, then caitlyn comes in to find you two and gasps. "d'y'like it mama?" he asks and she's all "vi, my love, what have you done to your brother?" she tries to sound angry, but a chuckle slips through. you actually kind of like it, at least it's better than your old long hair, but caitlyn insists you get to a real barber asap. poor vi is really bummed.

vi helping you dye your hair, proudly ruffling it when you're done. "oh yeaahhh, that's badass, little man !" he gives you a high five, going on and on about how cool it looks. you wanted to look just like him so it delights you that he approves.

[trevorsgodmother]

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 (C.S 🌪)- Pt 2/2

"I broke you just to own you..."

Warnings: SMUTTTT, swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking and alcohol, Rough dom!Chris, Sub virgin!reader, degrading, edging, fingering, pet names... 👀 POV: First person(reader) Summary: Years of waiting later, and Chris finally gets his hands on you after an infamous Tara Yummy party...

(Continuing from part 1)

TIMESKIP TO THE END OF THE PARTY:

It's currently 2am. Matt had gone home with Nick early since the latter drank too much and didn't feel good, telling me and Chris to take an Uber back. There's around 20 people left, and all of them are either wasted or taking care of a drunk friend. I'm still somewhat sober, sitting with Tara and Paige, my last drink in my hand. Tara looks around. "Looks like the party's winding down." "Yea, but it was awesome, like always." She gives me a kiss on the cheek for my kind words. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Chris standing with some other guys. But he's looking at me, and I feel butterflies in my stomach as he walks up to us. "You ready to go yet?" He asks. I quickly finish my glass, and nod. "Yea, i'm ready." He nods, and says bye to my friends as he walks away to call an Uber. Tara gives me a knowing glance, but I ignore it and hug her and Paige goodbye.

Chris and I wait outside silently, the air fizzing with tension. Our Uber finally arrives, and we get in, keeping the middle seat between us. The driver stops a little bit away from the triplet's home, and we get out, walking down the dark street while making some small talk. I don't know when talking to him became so awkward, but his god-like jawline and bright blue eyes being brought out by the streetlights certainly weren't helping my confidence. The walk had never felt so long, and the alcohol running through our veins was only heightening the atmosphere.

We reach the front door, and Chris turns to me. "You want to come inside?" I nod, desperate to be in the warm house and out of the dark, chilly night. He watches me enter, and shuts the door softly. As we go up the stairs, I note that only the kitchen light is on, and everything else is silent. The other two are asleep. Chris lets out a shaky breath from behind me, and I don't register that it's from the view he's getting as I climb. (Ass man fr). I fill up a glass of water, taking slow sips to wash away the drunkenness a little. Chris leans back against the counter, watching me with predatory intent. He could practically feel his dominant side rising to the surface, making it hard to hold back. His eyes darken slightly. "That's a dangerous look you're wearing doll..." The alcohol in his system make the words easy to come out, while I stand there frozen, processing what he just said. I turn to him, putting my glass down. "Really?" I ask, tilting my head a little. I'm getting very affected too, even more so as Chris pushes himself off the counter and backs me into the island. His eyes scan over me, but this time his desire is unmistakable. "Yea ma...lookin' real good tonight." He says in an almost-growl. I swallow, looking up at him because of our height difference.

He smirks, enjoying the way i'm looking at him right now. His eyes run down to my exposed shoulders and neck, and he gets a vivid image of his marks all over them. His resolve weakens. His voice turns huskier as he leans in. "What do you say doll? You want to get claimed?" Those words are ones i'd been wanting to hear for a long, long time. I nod, and something inside him clicks. Suddenly, both his arms are on either side of my hips, basically caging me between them. The look on his face is dark and possessive, his eyes roaming my body like a starving man. He leans down and buries his face in my neck, taking in my scent. My breath hitches, and he grins. "Words. And you sure? Once I start, I won't be able to stop." I nod again, and mumble in a shaky voice. "Yes...please." He pulls away, eyes locked onto me, the hunger and primal desire behind the dark look he's giving me is intense. He grabs my wrist, gently but still forcefully tugging me down the stairs to his room. As soon as he locks the door, i'm shoved back against it and he roughly smashes his lips onto mine. I let out a soft moan, my hands gripping his forearms while his mouth moves feverishly against mine. His knee slots in between my legs, rubbing up a little which cause my grip to tighten. His tongue pushes into my mouth, completely taking over and not leaving room for me to resist. Not that I want to, and he knows that.

The kiss is surely going to leave bruises, tasting like alcohol and fruity lip gloss. He grabs the underside of my thighs, and lifts me like it's nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck, tugging the soft hair at the base. I grab his cap, throwing it off his head so my hands could tangle further. He turns, holding me tightly before dropping me onto his soft bed. I bounce slightly, propping myself up on my elbows. He takes off his shirt with a hand, the other popping the buckle on his belt. My heart rate picks up, thighs clenching together subconsciously before he rips them apart and settles in between my legs.

I gasp as Chris tugs the dress down my body, leaving me in only black lace. He leans down, his hands on either side of my head as his eyes roam my body, taking every curve in, as if it's the first time he's seeing me, and he was hungry for it. His lips connect with mine again, my fingers threading through his locks, before he grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head in a hand. His other one trails down my exposed body, into the gap between my thighs. I whimper softly as he runs a finger along my dampened panties. "Chris- please-" He chuckles, amused at my desperation.

"What's wrong? Want something?" I whine a little. "Need...fuck." "Need what? C'mon, you were all talk back at the party. What's wrong now? Cat got your tongue?" He sneers. I absolutely hated the way he was talking to me. But I also loved it. He suddenly attaches his mouth to my neck, sucking harshly. He bites down hard enough for it to feel painful, but in a good way. I let out a cry, bucking my hips up into his, accidentally brushing against his erection. He hisses against my neck, pulling back. "Shhiit...tryna tease me huh? Don't fuckin' forget who's on top right now." I mumble out a strained "Sorry-", but get cut off as his fingers dip into me. My thighs try to close, but his hips stop them. He's smirking while I try to get my hands free, fingers not stopping their rapid movements in and out.

His name is a gasp leaving my lips, practically begging for him to do something, anything. He curls his digits, hitting my g-spot with a precision that makes me question whether he's done this before. Well, I would've if my mind worked. His thumb starts working on my clit, euphoria adding to the unfamiliar heat building up in my stomach. I realise what it is. "Chris- gunna- fuck i'm gunna-" He stops, taking his fingers out and stopping his ministrations. I whine, my eyes filling with tears of frustration. "Aww, mean ol' Chris didn't let poor little Y/N come yet?" He pouts in fake sympathy. He sits up, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down. "You gotta help me out too, doll. Y'know what that dress did to me tonight? You're lucky I managed to hold myself back from dragging you into a bathroom."

A few moments later, and I'm gasping for air while his tip roughly brushes my cervix. His grunts mingle with my moans, my hands clawing at his forearms which are holding him up. "Try to- stay quiet... unless you want my brothers to hear how good I'm makin' you feel?" Chris murmurs into my ear, his voice rough with exertion and pleasure. I shake my head, biting my lip as my eyes roll back.

"Fuck- harder, please" He groans, speeding up his movements. He grabs one of my thighs, hitching it around his waist and going deeper. His dick hits the spongy spot within me that makes me gasp loudly and arch into him. He shudders and smirks. "There, huh?" "Right- there- FUCK" The burning had long since been overtaken by overwhelming bliss. He ruts his hips like there's no tomorrow, bringing us both closer to the edge with each stroke. And finally, I feel it again. My stomach tenses, and I moan loudly as the tension snaps and I cum around his length. He groans loudly, gripping my hips tight enough that there will be bruises, and pants my name as he finishes too. Warm seed paints my walls, and we both collapse into a heap on his bed, breathing heavily.

"Fuck..." I whimper. Chris pushes himself off me, and rolls onto the side, pulling me into him. "You good ma?" He asks, eyes hazy and filled with slight concern. I nod, cupping his face and pulling his lips to mine for a soft kiss. We stay like that for a second, before a loud knock interrupts the moment, making us jump. Matt yells. "FINALLY, CAN WE GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP?"

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LONG-ASS WAIT (idek if this is good omfgg...as y'all can see, the build up was much longer than the actual smut, hope y'all liked it though) As always, please give feedback and don't steal.🙏😔. LOVE YOU ALL <3 Taglist: @hearts4werka @m00nl1ghts1vt ☞ Masterlist Dividers by @issysh3ll and @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁