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I think Sarek and Amanda Grayson both lowkey seeing their children as little experiments in different ways is undeniably bad parenting BUT .... I mean you talk about matching each other's freak .... Like imagine for a second Sarek is like "I am going to show that Humans are just as good as Vulcans by molding this Human child and my half Human son into the perfect Vulcans - This will show that despite what society thinks of as their genetic inferiority, they're just as good as any Vulcan." and Amanda's response to that is to think "Sarek is wrong...Michael's humanity MUST be preserved...so that I can show her all the love and affection I can't show Spock and maybe through their sibling bond all my unspoken and unexpressed love can trickle down to him through her." What are you both DOOOOING!?? You guys are NUTS like PLEASE just TALK to each other and compromise about how you're going to raise your children!! [Love the drama though] So I'm imagining in my head that Sarek is severely pressuring both Spock and Michael to act as perfect Vulcans their entire lives with him or else they're failures not only in his eyes but in all of society's (because he's an ambassador and raising these children is tied irrevocably with his work as such) WHILE Amanda is secretly trying to funnel her humanity and love for Spock through Michael and as such failure to receive, express, or internalize that love is failing not only your mother but also the entire Human race. Damned if you do damned if you don't! Who do you want to disappoint more, kids?
In 'Point of Light' Amanda says that she gave Michael all of the love, joy, and affection which she wasn't "permitted" (we must question the use of the word - what stopped her from directly giving Spock this love? I'm not saying there wasn't pressure for her not to, I'm saying the word 'permitted' absolves her of any personal choice or failing in a way that's interesting to me) to give Spock and though this is on the surface level sweet and probably meant to be interpreted that way, I submit that it must be kind of fucked up to hear that your foster mother was maybe only so kind and caring to you because she felt she wasn't allowed to act that way towards her "real" son. Michael Burnham as a tool for both her parents, however unintentional, is very interesting and I'm not sure it's something canon considers (haven't watched the show, I just like imagining things). The feeling that you have to be grateful to these people for not only being your parents but being YOUR parents. For taking you in and giving you a beautiful life - you have to pay them back, you have to make them especially proud of YOU. Because they didn't HAVE to, did they? Because you're not their "real" child. In the end, it's always Spock - isn't it? The love your mother gives you is Spock's love and if only one child can enter the Vulcan Science Academy then it has to be Spock. You're the appetizer your father serves before the REAL main course and your mother's stuffed doll which represents the thing she REALLY wants to hold and you know they genuinely care about you. That's the worst part. Because you know they care and they didn't mean to hurt you and the voice in the back of your head keeps telling you that any hurt they've dealt you pales in comparison to the debt you owe them and they love you, they love you, they love you, they love you, they love you [repeat as often as need be: remember the debt]
#Amanda & Sarek @ a traumatized child: Congratulations!!! You are now one of our elite [emotional/political] employees~!!#<- My personal headcanon of them where they're both strange and terrible parents in their own unique ways is so delicious to me#Enough 'Vulcans are evil and Humans are good' in Spock related storylines and more 'What the fuck are Sarek & Amanda doing fr'#Maybe the real evil is so closely monitoring your children's traits and behavior and being disappointed#when they express anything which doesn't embody what you personally want for them regardless of if that's#'to be Vulcan' or 'to be Human'#If you're not Vulcan enough your dad's gonna be disappointed and if you aren't Human enough your mother's gonna cry#they can love each other for who they are but NOT you bucko you gotta CHOOSE!!!!#I hope this makes sense again I have NOT watched Disco I am just intrigued by what could be#Sarek & Amanda have to foster toxic relationships with their children so they can keep their own romance healthy - it has to go SOMEWHERE
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spoilers for great ace attorney i want to talk about sholmes
I really think there is something so beautiful about how incredibly hard Mikotoba matches Sholmes's freak.
I know people say in retrospect that Sholmes and Yujin's performance at the SS Grouse establishes beyond a shadow of doubt that Sholmes was simply testing Ryunosuke and Susato in every previous Dance of Deduction, but I think that ignores an important part of Sherlock in canon *and* Herlock in TGAA-- the character is extraordinarily awkward around people.
While Herlock is a lot more charismatic and boisterous than Sherlock ever was, it's still the case that no one else is in his speed-- not because it's fast, not because it's slow, but because he works different. He talks at people as much as people talk at him and there is a genuine disconnect between other characters and him that is usually played for laughs, but that makes characters startled when they actually see exactly what he means every once in a while, because they realize how far out he usually is from where they're standing.
Even Iris, his daughter, can't always tell what's on his mind or explain his behavior perfectly. His mood swings, ideas, plans and ultimately social life is entirely his, and no one else's. And he does it like a pro, but it is still a profoundly lonely experience.
So when Mikotoba comes back to Britain and they get to do the Holmes & Watson bit like they used to, it's staggering how in sync they both are. Yes, Sholmes doesn't always make himself understood by Mikotoba, but Mikotoba treats him like no one else treats him-- they're finishing each other sentences, they trust each other completely, they are dancing around these cases and it's the most fun they've never had with anyone else.
It's the kind of nuance that I think fandom sometimes doesn't grasp super well when the subject is relationships: let's not get it twisted, it is TGAA canon that Iris read Mikotoba's old notes and went on to dramatize them as the most homosexual relationship in British magazines at the turn of the century, there is a lot there, they're obviously more intimate than friends usually are. But it's literally more profound than simply them being gay for each other, they have no one else in their lives who they can be these people with.
Even if Sholmes was 100% committed to treating the legal duo as equals, Ryunosuke is still a stick in the mud, Susato is still a fangirl, even Kazuma is too focused on himself and his mission to really give him what he wants. To Dance with them he had to use training wheels and change the dynamic; what will they do if I'm wrong? How will this go if I push this way? And, yeah, he was alright with it, it was just another moment in his life where people around him don't quite get him, and he took advantage of it, but...
Like, shit, I think it says something enormous that tap dancing is Mikotoba's instrument, and only really comes in when he's around, and it compliments Herlock so well. He can't have this anywhere else. No more games, yeah, because they're on the clock and there's a lot at stake, but no more games because finally he can just be himself, with someone who's not gonna think he's weird or too much or not enough.
I'm sure they'd make a great couple, that goes without saying, but they make such perfect soulmates that it really got me emotional to see them solving a mystery together. Sherlock's aloofness is not an act and Mikotoba sometimes has just as much difficulty dealing with his whims as everyone else, but they match each other's freak perfectly, and that kind of connection is iron clad on a Gilgamesh-and-Enkidu-first-story-ever-told level for us. That shit is so rare and I think the writers did a phenomenal job in illustrating it.
As a guy who keeps writing about people feeling complete after suffering a lot to get there, it really got to me that to truly feel complete, all Herlock needs is for his best friend to visit him and indulge him in his interests.
#great ace attorney#herlock sholmes#yujin mikotoba#ace attorney spoilers#they can still fuck i just want to make sure everyone is on the same page that this is because friends can and should fuck a lot#single dad sherlock can have a romance with a penpal as a treat#honestly the fact that when iris does the dance she's doing it by herself sorta illustrates to me that she's just as lonely as herlock#but in a different way because *no one* matches her freak#fuck i'm glad these games got rereleased#can you believe TGAA2 almost killed the franchise by being the lowest selling game due to the format
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I love drawing Aris as sif so much she's so cutsies. It almost makes up for the horrors of having to draw her as sif. Almost.
#rat rambles#eternal gales#stars posting#I will live in a state of not rly understanding everyone's hatred of lineart until I do sprite redraws#I get it now. this is hell#it doesnt help that I have to improv poses and expressions and stuff a thing that Im not good enough at style emulation to do well#I was going to try to do all of sifs battle portraits with aris but Im like 3 hours in and only done with 5 of them I am not strong enough#tbf in theory the rest after the first 7 shouldnt be as bad since I can just edit the first ones but I dont wannaaaaa#I Do have ideas tho. alas.#Ive just been thinking oh so hard abt her expressions throughout the acts#also abt her going through the horrors in general#for the first two acts she isnt smilely like sif is instead having a very determined look#but after that she becomes a lot more like. innitentive I guess?#basically imagine she's like completely stuck in her own head at that point and is barely processing the things around her#she also gets her only smile within this set being her buff/heal animation where she puts on a fake smile to try to meet her pretend#shes ok and paying attention quota#its not helping. its only making the others worry more.#I have the least ideas for act 5 but I think it'd be fun to maybe have her actually make eye contact with the camera for those?#shes looking off center for all her other ones so I think itd help set the tone of oh god fucked up shit is happening#also she tends to mask more when stressed so.#in general its just very fun thinking abt the ways aris would handle things differently than sif#for one she doesnt have as many side quests where she gets nosy and regrets it due to a mix of her being so fixated on solving the loops#and her just generally being bad at reading most ppl leading her to not rly noticing or caring abt stuff that sif would#mainly she doesnt get the confession side quest despite sier still trying every loop because she didn't rly realize how important it was to#sier and just sorta assumed it was not that important in the grand scheme of things#but she Does have a similar side quest with mase where she gets to have a self hatred spiral <3#in the house shed sometimes catch mase secretly pick some stuff up when shes not looking and if she asks at the end hed say that he was#going to make something but didnt get everything he needed. this leads aris to assume itd be some tool or weapon or smth like the bomb#so if she went around and found all the spots where he collects stuff in one loop shed be able to ask again and he'd reveal he wanted to#make matching bracelets for everyone. and aris would get frustrated and upset and then freak out because she got mad and spiral
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So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:
Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. âŚwait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.
And then I overthought it for two months.
SoâAU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ⨠Sparkly Coin AU â¨
Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...
I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.
As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?
Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.
So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotlâone way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different timeâthe Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.
Which probably made for a jarring transition.
(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)
When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitorâsome kind of magic pink salamander??âcalling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?
(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)
When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future selfâBill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soonâbut like... he can tell something's up.
Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to beâbut nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.
After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.
The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??
(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)
But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.
That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.
But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.
#mabel pines#bill cipher#gravity falls#gravity falls au#gravity falls fanart#sparkly coin au#my art#my writing#(here's that AU I've been taunting y'all with)
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The Art of Braiding (Cregan Stark x Y/N)
In the harsh, unfamiliar North, Y/N Tully struggles to understand the strange customs that surround her. One of them, however, her new husband Cregan Stark knows all too wellâand heâs not above using it to his advantage. The Wolf of the North, as it turns out, has a cheeky side.
*Inspired by the braiding traditions of the Vikings
TW // Strong language and profanities, possessiveness, non-consensual restraint.
âBloody wind,â Y/N muttered under her breath, tugging her cloak tighter around her shoulders as another frigid gust swept through Winterfellâs courtyard. The North had its own bite, and it wasnât just the cold. It was in everythingâthe stone walls, the silence, and even the people.
Especially the people.
Especially Cregan Stark.
Her husband.
That cold bastard. Honorable, sure, but colder than the winds battering against her face.
Y/N blew a strand of hair from her eyes, resisting the urge to curse her luck again. The riverlands were nothing like this. In Riverrun, there was warmth. Rivers that didnât freeze over in the middle of freaking summer. Men who smiled, told bawdy jokes, laughed loud enough for the gods to hear. Here, everything was different. Even the laughter, when it happened at all, felt muted by the heavy weight of the Northern sky.
But this was her life now. A wife of the North. Lady Stark. By the gods, it was still strange to hear it. She knew the match had been made for peace and alliancesâmarriage between a Tully and a Stark was good for the realm, or so her father had said. But no one had prepared her for the rest of it. The weather. The silences.
And Cregan himself.
He was unlike any man she had known. Rivermen were warm, boisterous. Cregan was the opposite. He was distant, cold at times, the weight of Winterfell and the North resting on his broad shoulders. But he was fair, sheâd give him that. And gods be damned if he wasnât handsome. He had that Stark look, all strong jaw and piercing eyes. If only heâd smile a little more, maybe sheâd feel less like she was wed to a block of ice.
Not that he wasnât good to her. No, Cregan was kind in his way. Gentle in the nights they shared, even if he was quieter than she liked. He was a man of few words, unlike the men of her home, whoâd fill the halls with stories and laughter. Still, he made sure she had everything she needed. He listened, even when he didnât have much to say.
But gods, she missed warmth.
The sound of footsteps crunching in the snow caught her attention, and she glanced up to see him approaching. Cregan. He walked like he owned the placeâbecause he did, of courseâbut it was more than that. There was a confidence in him, a certainty in his steps. He didnât need to announce himself. The wind, the snow, the very stones of Winterfell seemed to bend to his will.
He came up beside her, his breath clouding the cold air. âStill not used to it?â His voice was a low rumble, almost lost to the wind.
Y/N snorted, rubbing her hands together. âUsed to it? Itâs like a gods-damned frozen hell up here.â
A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. âYouâll learn. In time.â
She shot him a look. âAnd when exactly will that be? Because Iâve been waiting for weeks, Cregan, and Iâm about ready to march back to the riverlands and throw myself into the water. Ice be damned.â
His brows arched just slightly, amusement flickering in his gray eyes. âThe riverlands? You wouldnât last a day without the North, now.â
Y/N scoffed, turning to him fully. âOh, donât flatter yourself, Stark. I was born by water, not ice. I think Iâd manage just fine.â
He said nothing, but the smirk returned. Silence fell between them again, but this time it was⌠different. More comfortable, somehow. She studied him, wondering what was going on in that head of his. He always seemed to have something weighing on him, some unspoken burden of being a leader at such a young age.
Before she could press further, he stepped closer, reaching out. Her breath caught, not because of the cold this time, but because of the unexpected closeness. His hand brushed against her hair, fingers moving with surprising gentleness.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
âHold still,â he murmured, focused on her hair. His fingers deftly gathered strands, working them with a skill that surprised her.
Y/Nâs brow furrowed, confused, but she stayed quiet, feeling the tug and pull as he braided her hair. Her pulse quickened as his fingers brushed against her skin, the sensation at odds with the chill around them. There was an intimacy in the act, in the silence that hung between them. And yet, it was just a braid.
Wasnât it?
âThere,â he said after a moment, stepping back. She reached up instinctively, fingers touching the braid heâd woven. It felt tight, but not uncomfortably so. She had no idea what to make of it. âWhat⌠is this?â
Cregan shrugged, that infuriating smirk still lingering on his lips. âJust a braid.â
âJust a braid,â she echoed, unconvinced.
His eyes flickered, something unreadable in their depths. âYouâll see.â
Y/N narrowed her gaze. âWhat exactly does that mean, Lord Stark?â
But Cregan was already turning, heading toward the main hall without another word. Y/N stood there for a moment, blinking in confusion. Just a braid? She huffed, shaking her head as she followed him inside. Northerners and their damn cryptic ways.
It wasnât until they entered the hall that Y/N realized something was⌠off.
Eyes turned toward her. And not the usual fleeting glances. No, these were lingering, assessing stares. Several of the women whispered to each other, and a few of the men gave her respectful nods. She caught the eye of a servant who quickly dipped her head in what almost seemed like⌠deference?
Gods be good.
âWhy is everyone looking at me like that?â she muttered under her breath, shooting a glare at one particularly nosy maid.
Cregan didnât answer, his lips twitching as though he was trying very hard not to laugh. The bastard was enjoying this.
âWhat did you do?â she demanded, her voice sharper now.
Finally, he met her gaze, and there was that smirk again. âThe braid.â
âWhat about the bloody braid?â
âItâs⌠a tradition,â he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the stone wall. âIn the North, braids have meanings. Especially for women.â
Her stomach sank. âWhat kind of meaning?â
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. âA braid like that? It tells everyone that youâre⌠claimed.â
Y/N blinked, feeling her face heat despite the cold. âClaimed?â she echoed, her voice rising a pitch. âBy whom exactly?â
Creganâs smirk deepened, and he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. âBy me.â
Her mouth fell open. âYouâwhat?! You did that on purpose? Youâsly, stubbornââ
His laughter was a rare, low rumble that warmed the cold space between them. âYouâll get used to it, my lady.â
âUsed to it?â Y/N fumed, her cheeks burning as the reality of what heâd done sunk in. âYou canât justâugh!â She shoved at his chest, but it was like pushing a damn wall. âThis is the North, Y/N. My North,â he said, his voice soft but firm. âAnd you are mine.â
A strange warmth bloomed in her chest, mixing with her frustration. The audacity. The nerve.
And yetâŚ
Y/N's face burned hotter than the hearth fires in the Great Hall as Creganâs words echoed in her ears: You are mine. Claimed. Oh, she was mortified.
She reached up, fingers fumbling to undo the braid that now seemed to burn against her scalp. âAbsolutely not,â she muttered, her nails scraping against the tight weave as she tried to pull it apart. âI am not walking around Winterfell with everyone thinkingâ"
Before she could finish, Creganâs hand shot out, closing around her wrist, firm but not rough. âWhat are you doing?â
She glared at him, teeth clenched. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing? Iâm undoing this bloody braid before everyone in this hall assumes Iâm some conqueredââ
âYouâre not,â he cut in, his voice low, but there was an edge to it. âAnd you wonât undo it.â
Y/N blinked, taken aback by the sudden command in his tone. âExcuse me?â
His eyes were intense, a storm brewing behind the calm gray. âThe braid stays.â
She tried to yank her wrist out of his grip, but his hold was iron. Not painful, but resolute. âI didnât agree to thisâthis.. this claiming nonsense,â she snapped, feeling a wave of embarrassment creep up her neck as she noticed more eyes turning their way.
Cregan leaned in slightly, his gaze unyielding. âIn the North, itâs more than just words. It means something. Youâre my wife. And youâll wear that braid like it.â
Her heart pounded, heat flooding her chest. âIâll wear what I damn well pleaseââ
âOi, Lady Stark!â
The loud shout from across the hall made Y/N freeze, her head whipping toward the source. One of the Northern men, a burly soldier with a wild grin on his face, pointed at her braid. âThatâs a fine weave, my lady!â he hollered, winking.
The hall erupted into whistles, cheers, and hollers. Several of the men banged their fists on the tables, laughing and calling out words Y/N could barely make out. Some of the women were whispering behind their hands, giggling and exchanging knowing looks.
Y/N felt her face go crimson, her fingers still trapped in her hair, halfway through her attempt to undo the braid.
âLooks like the Wardenâs laid his claim!â another man shouted, and more hoots followed.
Her stomach dropped. This was a nightmare. Mother save her, this is worse than a nightmare.
She tried again to pull at the braid, but Creganâs hand didnât budge from her wrist. âCregan, I swear to the godsââ
His voice was maddeningly calm, but there was a cocky edge to it that made her blood boil. âYouâll leave it. And if you somehow forget, rememberâweâve got different gods, love. And mine? Theyâre backing me up.â
Y/Nâs mouth opened to protest, but when she met his eyes, something in her faltered. He wasnât just being possessive. There was something more thereâsomething ancient, deep-rooted. A tradition that ran through his blood, through the very stones of Winterfell. She wasnât just in his home. She was part of his world now.
But hell if sheâd admit that to him.
âCregan,â she hissed through clenched teeth, trying once more to yank her wrist free. âEveryone is staring!â
âAnd?â he asked, with that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. âLet them.â
Her eyes widened. âYouâthis isnât funny! Theyâre hooting at me like Iâm some prize at the fair!â
His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her pause. âYou are no prize, Y/N,â he murmured, leaning close enough for his words to be for her ears only. âBut you are mine. And in the North, we show it.â
Her breath caught at the warmth in his voice, even as her frustration grew. She had no idea what to say to that. What was she supposed to say? That she didnât want to be claimed? That she didnât want him? But the problem was⌠she did. And that was the most frustrating part.
The hallâs noise only grew louder. Some of the men had started clapping, whistling at them like they were some grand spectacle. Y/N wanted to sink into the stone floors.
âLet go of my wrist, Cregan,â she said, her voice quieter now, though it still carried her annoyance.
âOnly if you stop trying to undo it,â he replied, his tone softening.
Y/N glared at him, her lips pressed into a tight line. But the heat of the stares, the teasing from the Northerners, was overwhelming. With a frustrated sigh, she dropped her hands from her hair.
âThere,â she grumbled. âNow let go.â
He released her wrist, and immediately she wanted to punch him just a little bit. That cocky bastard.
âWas that so difficult?â he asked, folding his arms across his chest, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.
âYou know,â she said, her voice low and dangerous, âyouâre lucky youâre my husband, or Iâd throw you from the Wall.â
He leaned in, that smirk still present but softer now. âIâd like to see you try, wife.â
The word âwifeâ sent another ripple of warmth through her, and she cursed silently under her breath. Why did it have this effect on her? And why did he have to look at her like that, with those damned Stark eyes, all cold and piercing but somehow still full of heat?
She crossed her arms, trying to hide her embarrassment under a glare. âDonât expect me to be all smiles and sweet words because youâve won this little battle, Stark.â
Cregan chuckled softly, his breath warm in the cold hall. âWho said I needed sweet words? Youâre a Tully. Iâd be disappointed if you werenât fighting me.â
Despite herself, Y/N felt the smallest hint of a smile tug at her lips. Damn him. He knew exactly how to pull her in, even when she wanted to stay mad.
The cheers and whistles finally started to die down, though the teasing looks from the men and women of Winterfell didnât. She sighed, looking up at Cregan. âYouâre going to owe me for this.â
He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. âOwe you?â
âYes,â she shot back, narrowing her eyes. âFor the embarrassment. Youâll owe me.â
Cregan grinned, his cold facade cracking just enough to show the warmth beneath. âFair enough, wife. Iâll owe you.â He paused, a glint of mischief in his eye. âBut that braid stays.â
She rolled her eyes. But a small smile tugged at her lips.
As they finally made their way to the high table, Y/N couldnât help but glance at the braid once more. The claiming. It was still ridiculous. Still infuriating.
But gods help her⌠it felt goodâbrutishly, maddeningly goodâto be claimed like this. She was going insane, because part of her didnât mind it half as much as she pretended to.
A treacherous part of her silently hoped that Cregan would braid her hair again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the next. For as long as they both lived.
#hotd fanfic#hotd fandom#hotd x reader#hotd x y/n#cregan stark x reader#cregan fanfiction#cregan x you#cregan x y/n#cregan x reader#hotd cregan#cregan stark#tom taylor
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The Gnosis Can Wait
Requested By: No one. Original work.
CW: 5.0 spoilers below this line!!! 5.0 spoilers below this line! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Summary: After his battle with Mavuika, Capitano was left injured. He retreats wanting to replan his strategy when he runs into you, the Creator, who had just descended to Teyvat.
Note: So how are you all liking Natlan? As of right now I think itâs okay only because I want to return to Fontaine đ
Capitano wasnât used to the taste of defeat.
As number one in the Fatui harbingers and the strongest amongst them no doubt, he is used to winning every match he partakes in. Or for his opponents to concede before the battle even begins.
Yet he doesnât take it to heart, he knows the outcomes of every battle can differ in many different ways and he isnât arrogant about his strength.
Mavuika was a God after all. Even though his power rivals hers, he knew he would have to best her with a foolproof strategy and it seemed barging in wasnât the right one. She was a worthy opponent.
Capitano returns to his camp, the pain in his chest still burning from the small wound Mavuika left on him. He can wait, once his wound heals then he will strike her again, only this time he wonât miss. At least he has an ally in his pocket keeping him up to date on all the politics within Natlan.
âMy lord,â Capitanoâs right hand, Rezanov begins while bowing. âWe found footprints nearby. We believe someone might stumble into camp soonâŚâ
Capitano lets out a sigh underneath his mask, âhow many people?â
âWe believe only one, thereâs only one track of footprints.â
Only one person? Nothing really to worry about. Unless this person is returning to tell the Archon his location.
âFind them and bring them here.â He orders and Rezanov nods and quickly takes off.
âââ
Okay⌠donât freak out. Donât freak outâŚ
You just woke up in Genshin Impact.
You remember waiting impatiently by your PC for the newest update to the game, but you mustâve fallen asleep while waiting. Now you were dreaming about the it? Jeez, even in your own dreams you thought about the game. You really needed to touch grass. (lol jk jk luv you all)ďżź
You were dreaming about Natlan⌠a nation that you havenât even played yet. You couldnât have had a dream about your favorite nation? Or meeting all your favorite characters?
But everything felt so real. Even after watching the trailer and the leaks youâve seen online, thereâs no way you could know such detail about the nation. Maybe it was just your mind filling in the gapsâŚ
âStop right there!â
You turn around and your blood runs immediately cold. It was two fatui skirmishers and one fatui agent. You donât even know the amount of times youâve killed these enemies for their drops or just for the fun of it.
So this is how you die⌠at least this is better than falling into the claws of Childe, who youâd beat up anytime you built a new character.
âOur lord the Captain will deal with you, come with us with no fight.â
Scratch that. This was much, much worseâŚ
âWait⌠isnât thatâŚ?â One of them whispered.
They put down their weapons, looks of remorse on their faces.
âYour Grace⌠please for give our imprudence we had no idea it was youâŚâ Rezanov. âPlease come with us, the Captain would be delighted to see you.â
Right⌠youâve read fanfics like this before. Believing youâre their Creator⌠you wonder if your blood was gold. Perhaps you could check later. For now, you were going to follow them, itâs not like Capitano has appeared in the game you can get a first time look at him.
You follow the trio deeper into the forest, a small fireplace in the distance, you could only assume the Captain would be there.
âMy lord, we found who was trailing around camp. Their Grace has decided to bless us with their presence on Teyvat once more.â
Capitano turns around and say nothing for what felt like forever. Even with the helmet, you knew he was staring intently at you.
âYour Grace.â He finally says, his voice much softer than you ever expected. âI am honored to be in your presence.â
He approached, towering over you.
âYou three. Fetch Their Grace some foodââ he looks down at you once more. âAnd a change of clothes.â
You feel embarrassment creep up your neck. Whatâs wrong with your pajamas? Could he tell they werenât from this word?
He holds out his hand, and you take it being able to feel the warmth underneath the glove. This dream was much realer than you thoughtâŚ
Capitano leads you to his large tent holding the flaps open so you could enter. âWe werenât expecting your arrival so I apologize for the lack of preparationsâŚâ
You shake your head, âeverything is fine.â Not like youâd be here foreverâŚ
âYou can have my tent You Grace, I will camp outside.â He adds.
You furrow your eyebrows, âthis tent is big enough for two people, canât we just share it?â
Capitano doesnât say nothing for a moment, you fear youâve mightâve offended him with your offer but it was the complete opposite. Capitano felt as if he was on top of the world, to share a camp with the Creator? To be able to protect you? To see your sleeping faceâŚ
He feels his cheeks grow crimson and he is eternally grateful for his helmet. âOf course, if thatâs what you wish Your GraceâŚâ
The flaps to the tent open and Rezanov enters the tent. âMy lord, we've received word that the Pyro Archon has lost much of her power.â
âAlthough your injury complicates things, this is most certainly the opportune time to seize the Gnosis...â
Capitano was slightly irritated with his subordinateâs unwarranted entry but he wouldnât do anything yet, not while you were right in front of him.
âThe Gnosis can wait, we have more important mattersâŚâ he replies, his focus never leaving you.
Š avocad1s 2024
Note: Capitano was the highlight of Natlan for me. Sorry but iâm a Fatui Harbinger glazer đ whyâd they make them so fine? Itâs not fair⌠Now hereâs to hoping my man is playable, saving all my primos for him so he better not disappoint.
Edit: I know Mavuika isnât a God but Iâm thinking Capitano wouldnât know that since sheâs the only one of the Seven that isnât a one which is where I went with this fic
#genshin cult au#sagau#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau x reader#self aware genshin#sagau fatui#avocad1s posts#sagau capitano
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engen!reader - solstrĂĽle ingrid gets injured during a match. sol is overwhelmed with worry. ingrid hates being worried about, and mapi tries to keep her two engens sane. more angst + fluff with my favorite little family.
The knock looked bad from the stands. You were sitting by yourself, your usual game-watching partner unable to attend today. You stood up without thinking about it, craning your neck to see the crumpled heap on the ground that was your sister. Mapi was crouched over her, motioning towards the sidelines in a way that made your stomach clench. As the medics ran out, you looked around, realizing there was no one here to take charge. Somehow, the injured list was empty, so you were sitting without even the quiet company of some of your sisterâs teammates.Â
You were supposed to wait here until after the game, and then head down to the tunnel to meet Mapi and Ingrid. The security personnel knew you, knew to let you in, especially after the time they didnât let you into the tunnel, and you kind of freaked out being surrounded by the large crowds flowing from the stadium. Mapi had given the security guards an earful and since then youâd had no issue. It was different now, though, because the match wasnât over, but Ingrid was still laying on the pitch, and youâd never been so worried in your life.Â
Mapi was hovering by the medics, who were crouched around your sister, obstructing your view of her. The Spaniard looked worried, and she never looked worried when Ingrid went down. Sheâd check on her girlfriend, like a teammate would do. But the concern on MarĂaâs face was far from professional, and you swore under your breath, hurrying towards the cement steps of the stadium without another thought.Â
You raced through the halls of the stadium, quickly exiting the fan area and nearing the team only area. Your focus was on finding a security guard you knew, on trying to remember where the medical rooms were in here. You didnât think about Ingrid laying motionless on the pitch, the smack of her head you hadnât heard but could imagine had been made as she hit the ground. There wasnât room for you to pause and think and worry, because if you did that, youâd probably crumple up into a ball on the ground and never move again.Â
Ingrid wasnât prone to injuries. Ingrid didnât stay down longer than absolutely necessary.Â
Ingrid was fine.Â
Mapi normally went and got water when there was an injury break, normally gave Ingrid space if she was being treated on the pitch.Â
You were being absurd. It was just a knock to the head, but your body was reacting like youâd seen Ingrid get hit by a truck, and by the time you made it to the doorway you knew would lead you towards the changing room, you were out of breath for a reason that had nothing to do with the sprint youâd just done.Â
Luckily, the security guard stationed there was familiar, looking confusedly at your sudden appearance.Â
âMs. Engen. Everything okay?âÂ
âI... no, Ingrid got hurt, and I need to-â
The confusion on the manâs face cleared, and he nodded quickly, stepping aside to let you by. Haphazardly thanking him, you zoomed by, coming to a slow stop only a few seconds later as you realized you didnât really know where you were going.Â
You knew the inside of Johan pretty well, but youâd never been to one of the medical rooms, didnât even know where one would be. You were just about to turn around and ask the security guard for help when you heard a call of your name coming from down the hall.Â
âOver here, chica!â Marta called, waving you towards a doorway just across from the changing room hall. You hurried towards her, feeling somewhat better at the sight of Martaâs easy smile. The captain didnât seem worried at all.Â
Reminding yourself to breathe again, you regarded Marta. âIs she okay?â
The brunette nodded. âMaybe a concussion, but sheâs alright. Sheâs finishing up with the physio right now, then you can go in.âÂ
Relaxing just slightly, you exhaled. âHow did you know I-?â
âIngrid told me to look out for you. As did Mapi, Caro, and Frido.â Marta grinned.Â
That made sense, at least. Of course Mapi had thought of you up in the stands right away, knew to make sure someone was looking for you to appear. Frido and Caro, too, though that was more unexpected and made your stomach twist with something between discomfort and appreciation. That theyâd thought of you, too⌠well, you werenât used to that. Being thought of, especially by so many people.Â
You stepped forward, your hand on the door knob before pausing. What if Ingrid didnât want you in there? You knew that when you got hurt, it was a 50/50 shot whether you wanted your sister or wanted to be left alone.Â
âGo on. She wants to see you.â Marta encouraged, gently nudging your back. With her prompting, you opened the door and stepped inside. Ingrid was sitting on the exam table, one of the physios standing in front of her shining one of those pen lights in her eyes.Â
ââ a concussion for sure,â he was saying. âProbably a few weeks out.â
Ingrid swore, only catching sight of you when the physios stepped away. She gave you a half smile as the physio kept talking, gesturing you closer.Â
âYou know the drill. Rest, sleep, keep an eye on your symptoms. Iâm sure youâll be well taken care of.â He nodded towards you before walking out of the room.Â
You hadnât moved closer when Ingrid had tried to get you to, your eyes still flitting over your sister, as if you had to constantly reassure yourself that she was fine, standing right in front of you.Â
âHi there.â Ingrid greeted calmly, her heart melting at the concerned expression on your face.Â
You chewed on your bottom lip, surging forward and wrapping Ingrid in a tight hug. She huffed as your body collided with hers, a small smile on her face.Â
âIâm fine, Sol.â She assured you. âReally, just a bit of a headache.âÂ
You pulled away, skeptically looking at your sister. âAre you sure? You donât look so good.âÂ
It was true; her forehead was already bruising and her eyes squinted as she looked at you, the light bothering her head. It had been a long match, too, and this was clear in the exhausted slump of her shoulders. Still, Ingrid rolled her eyes, lightly shoving at your shoulder.Â
âThanks. I love to hear that.â She got a half smile at that, which she took to be a win. âAlright, come on. You can come with me to get my bag and we can wait for MarĂa.âÂ
Ingrid stood, and even though she seemed pretty steady on her feet, you hovered behind her worriedly, one hand gripping onto the back of her shirt.Â
âSol. I can walk, itâs just a concussion.â Ingrid chuckled, patting your cheek affectionately as you both began to walk together down the long hall.Â
You realized that you didnât know very much about concussions, but you figured there was no such thing as being overcautious, so you stuck close to your sister, even as she slung her arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. Ingrid was like you in the sense that she didnât like people worrying about her, and she hoped that when Mapi got off the field, the older Spaniard would be able to take charge and make you feel a bit better about the situation, because it was obvious you were stressing.Â
And stressing, you would continue to be.
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âOh, Sol, can you grab my phone from my bag?â Ingrid requested, taking a bite of her pasta and giving you an innocent smile. You looked at her doubtfully, crossing your arms across your chest as you leaned against the counter. Did she think you were stupid?
Mapi chuckled, rolling her eyes as she did so. âSĂ, go get it Sol. And bring it back to me, so I can make sure she doesnât go on it.â
You smirked, walking out of the room very happy to have something to do. Ingrid deflated, sighing dramatically as took another bite of her dinner.Â
âI hate this.â She said grumpily, and Mapi laughed again. The stubborn frown on her girlfriend's face reminded Mapi vividly of you. Ingrid was less obvious about her stubbornness, but youâd picked that trait up from somewhere.Â
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It didnât matter how much time passed, apparently. It still hurt when you thought of your Mamma, especially when you werenât expecting to think about her. But you should have been expecting it, because you knew your parents watched all of Ingridâs matches, would have seen her get hurt.Â
Still, when you pulled the phone out of her bag, and the display on Ingridâs phone showed five missed calls, and ten texts from your Mamma, and a few more of each from your Pappa, it physically ached.Â
Your parents were worried about Ingrid, clearly. After a minute, you pulled out your own phone, dropping Ingridâs bag back onto the bench by the front door, looking at it for the first time since Ingrid had gotten hurt.Â
One missed call and three texts from your Mamma. The first time sheâd tried to contact you in months.Â
Is your sister alright? I saw you in the stands on TV.Â
She isnât answering her phone.Â
Just let me know sheâs alright when you have a chance. I hope youâre doing okay, kjĂŚre. I love you.Â
You inhaled deeply, the tornado of emotions inside of you quickly becoming overwhelming. You willed them to quiet down, at least for now. Ingrid was the priority. She always took care of you, and now it was your turn to take care of her. After only a second of hesitation, you quickly replied to your mother, before heading back into the kitchen.Â
Sheâs okay. Just a mild concussion. Iâll tell her to call you when sheâs feeling better.Â
You knew you were doing the right thing, responding to your Mamma. It was responsible, it was mature.Â
That didnât make it any easier.Â
Your Mamma seemed prepared to fly across the continent to get to Ingrid. That was fine, really. That made sense. It was just⌠why wasnât she that worried when you got hurt, before? With each passing day, Ingrid and Mapi chipped away at the hold your self hatred had on you. And as each piece crumbled away, something replaced it; a deep confusion. Why? If you were deserving of love, why hadnât you gotten it? If you werenât a bad person, why did your Mamma always resent you? It didnât make sense, and it was this mystery that kept you convinced, even still, that Ingrid was wrong. You werenât worth much at all.Â
You were pretty sure a part of you would always feel like that 16 year old that had finally given up getting her parentâs approval. You thought giving up on that would allow you to stop caring, but you never did. You always felt the gut punch whenever your Mamma would shout at you or ignore you or be disappointed in you. It never stopped hurting, and a part of you would always feel that worthless.Â
When you walked back into the kitchen, it seemed as though someone had sucked all the life out of you. There was something disconnected about the way you moved, as though you werenât really there. It piqued Ingrid and Mapiâs concern instantly, as you handed the Spaniard your sisterâs phone.Â
Mapiâs confusion faded as she clicked it open, understanding and sadness flickering across her face.Â
âSol? You okay?â Ingrid asked. You jolted out of your stupor, a very fake smile plastering itself onto your face. Ingrid was squinting at you with her face scrunched in pain a bit, and your insistence on being strong only strengthened.Â
âFine! Iâm fine.â You assured her, voice cheery and fake. Ingrid looked skeptical, but Scout chose that moment to charge into the kitchen, having likely been napping on your bed. He scampered over to you first, licking your face when you bent down to pet him, before moving to Ingrid, as if he could tell she needed a bit more attention. Your sister pet Scout lovingly, and with her attention elsewhere, you slumped a bit, the weight of your emotions settling squarely back on you.Â
And while Ingrid didnât notice, Mapi certainly did.Â
âOkay mi amor, go shower and then we can call it an early night.â Mapi instructed, pressing a kiss to Ingridâs lips as you grimaced and sighed dramatically. Chuckling, Ingrid agreed, giving Scout one last pet before heading off to shower.Â
As soon as Ingrid was out of the kitchen, Mapi turned to you, a sad frown on her face. There were tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes almost instantly, and you shuffled forward into her open arms.Â
Mapi hugged you tight for a minute or so, gently rubbing her hand up and down your back. After a few moments, Scout evidently got bored of the lack of attention, or he felt like comforting you himself, because he pushed his way in between you and Mapi, standing awkwardly in between the two of you. This, at least brought a smile to your face, a small laugh escaping you. Mapi pulled away, giving your dog a very fake glare. He just kept wagging his tail and staring up at her.Â
âDo you want me to reply to your Mamma?â Mapi wondered gently, her hand finding its way to your shoulder and squeezing.Â
âNo,â you replied, voice breaking a bit over the word. You cleared your throat, shaking your head just slightly. âNo, she texted me and I told her Ingrid was fine and that sheâll call when sheâs feeling better.â
MarĂa studied you for a minute, the way you couldnât bring yourself to meet her eyes, the way you shifted uneasily on your feet, as if you wanted nothing more than to run. âSol, are you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine.â You insisted. âI just want to make sure Ingrid is okay. Are you sure itâs a good idea she showers by herself? Should we have taken her to the hospital? How often do we have to wake her up tonight? Should she sleep with her head elevated? Is ice good for a concussion? Should she have eaten more? Or eaten less? Does she need to drink extra water? What ifââ
Mapi cut off your very long spiral of questions, covering your mouth with her hand. âTranquilo, Sol. Ingrid is fine. Iâve got her, sĂ? I know what to do for a concussion, Iâve got everything taken care of.â
You looked like you didnât believe her, eyebrows furrowed and a frown pulling at your mouth.Â
Mapi sighed. âSeriously. Iâve got this. Iâm just gonna get her an ice pack for her head and some pain killers and try to get her to sleep. You donât need to worry about anythingâÂ
âButââ
âNope. Go get ready for bed. I know you were up late last night playing video games.â Mapi was very rarely stern with you, but in this moment, you saw what her opponents must see on the pitch; a borderline scowl, eyebrows scrunched together as she regarded you authoritatively.Â
âThatâs not true! I went to bed at 11!â You exclaimed, moving towards the stairs anyway.Â
Mapi scoffed. âWhen I came to get Scout for his walk this morning, youâd fallen asleep with your controller in your hand and your headphones on and you only wear those when you play late at night and you only fall asleep playing when youâre up really late.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, stomping up the stairs without replying to Mapi. Still, there was something so soft about the Spaniard knowing all your habits, something that made the ache in your chest hurt just a little less.Â
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Ingrid wasnât an easy patient, Mapi knew this. She just seemed to forget because Ingrid so rarely got sick or hurt. It was a struggle to get her girlfriend to take things slow, more than once having to steady the Norwegian when she stood up or moved too fast. Ingrid was clearly in pain, too, but she kept insisting she didnât need any pain killers, only agreeing once Mapi promised to go get her favorite coffee tomorrow morning. It was shockingly similar to caring for you when you were hurt or ill, which was more than entertaining for Mapi, since Ingrid always complained about how difficult you were in those circumstances.Â
But even once Ingrid was peacefully asleep in bed, Mapi knew her job wasnât done. The Spaniard tucked the blankets up tighter around Ingrid, pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead. She threw her pajamas on, an old pair of Norway shorts and one of Ingridâs t-shirts, before surveying the room. The lights were off, Ingridâs water was full on the nightstand. There was a trashcan next to the bed in case of emergency, and the white noise Ingrid insisted on sleeping with was set to the correct volume. The fan was on the second setting, and Ingridâs phone was on charge on Mapiâs side of the bed.Â
Nodding to herself, Mapi began heading down the hall to where you were almost assuredly still awake. What she wasnât expecting when she pushed your bedroom door open, though, was to find you crying as you scrolled on your phone.Â
âHey, whatâs this cariĂąo?â Mapi said, referencing the tears falling down your face. She stepped into the room and shut the door behind her, noticing that it was meticulously clean, something you only did when you were anxious. You wiped at your eyes furiously, dropping your phone onto the bed next to you without locking it. Mapi picked it up, worried that your Mamma had dared to message you something that would make you cry.Â
You sniffled, unsuccessfully trying to stop your tears, knowing very well that you were being more than ridiculous. Mapi wasnât sure whether to laugh or cry at what she found on your phone. On the screen was a google search about concussions, and youâd clicked on a tab of all the potential dangers of a head injury.Â
âSol, donât google stuff like this.â Mapi told you. âNone of this is going to happen.âÂ
âYou donât know that!â You replied, standing up and beginning to pace back and forth. âShe hit her head really hard, she could have a delayed brain bleed or she could have hurt her neck orââÂ
Mapi wasnât sure why you were so worked up over something as simple as a concussion, but the urge to laugh at your absurdness had faded, replaced by a deep concern as she realized you were genuinely convinced something bad was going to happen.Â
âSolstrĂĽle,â
âNo, Mapi, you should be in there with her watching her and making sure sheâs okay!â You shouted, raising your voice almost unconsciously as you continued to cry through your words.Â
âHey! Donât shout.â Mapi said, still calm even though you knew she didnât like to be yelled at.Â
You forced yourself to stop pacing for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. Mapi watched you silently, trying to determine whether or not youâd accept a hug from her at the moment. Your anger seemed to be fading as quickly as it appeared, your shoulders slumping as you sat heavily back down on the bed. You looked small, suddenly, in Mapiâs oversized tshirt and a pair of sweatpants. You looked like the kid you still very much were, not the adult you tried to be.Â
Mapi took a seat next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you to lean against her.
âWhatâs going on, hmm? Why are you so upset about this?âÂ
âI donât know. I donât like that sheâs hurt. It makes me anxious.â
Mapi hummed, her thumb rubbing small circles onto your arm. âHow anxious?â
âVery.â You exhaled, leaning into the Spaniard even more.Â
Mapi smiled a bit, thinking about just a few months ago, when you would have shied away from any comfort at all.Â
âDo you know why?â She wondered.Â
âNo.â You answered too quickly for her to believe you, and you began fidgeting with your hands in your lap, which was something you only did when you were lying. She didnât press you, though. Instead, she kissed the top of your head and stood up.Â
âAlright. Itâs late, your eyes are shutting, youâre exhausted. Go to bed, nena.âÂ
You merely shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Mapi in a way that told her you were going to be doing anything but going to bed. The Spaniard sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose in between her fingers.Â
âHow can I get you to sleep, Sol?âÂ
You thought for a moment, before a small smile tugged at your lips and you looked up at Mapi much too earnestly. You told her your idea, and much as she wanted to say no, she knew you really wouldnât sleep otherwise. So, she relented, and you grabbed your pillow and a blanket [and Scout], and followed Mapi down the hall to their room.Â
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Ingrid woke up with a pounding headache the next morning. With a groan, she rolled onto her side, hand searching for Mapi to grab onto. Her girlfriend shifted down from where sheâd been sitting up in bed, allowing Ingrid to burrow into her chest.Â
âHow are you feeling, mi amor?âÂ
âLike Iâm dying.â Ingrid sighed dramatically.Â
âDying?!â You cried, sitting bolt upright from where you had been laying on the floor next to Ingridâs bed. She rolled over to look at you, wincing at the pain she felt from the movement, blinking a few times as if she thought she was hallucinating.Â
âDid you sleep on the floor?â Ingrid asked incredulously.Â
Still borderline frantic, you nodded your head. âYes. Are you okay? Do you need anything?âÂ
Ingrid was silent for a second, looking between you and Mapi, completely bewildered. âSol, why did you sleep on the floor?âÂ
âDonât bother, amor. Answer her question first.â Mapi sighed, reclining back against the headboard and shutting her eyes.Â
Ingrid huffed her frustration. âIâm alright, Sol. Why did you sleep on the floor?â
You frowned up at her. âI was worried. Google said the first 24 hours of a concussion are the most important, and I know Mapi is a heavy sleeper, so I just wanted to make sure-â
âSol, that isnât your job. Iâm fine. You shouldnât have done that, you have school today, youâre going to be exhausted and sore.â Her tone was more sharp than she intended it to be and she felt immediate guilt at the look of hurt that flashed across your face.Â
âSorry.â You said sharply, getting up and gathering your pillow and your blanket and hastily walking out of the room.Â
Ingrid flopped back down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. âI didnât mean to make her upset.âÂ
Mapi kissed her temple tenderly. âI know. Sheâs just worried, and I think you embarrassed her a little. She was going to stay home from school to look after you.âÂ
âShe shouldnât have to do that.â Ingrid argued.Â
Mapi spoke slowly, like Ingrid was missing the point. âShe wants to. Sheâs really anxious about this, Ingrid. She was pacing around her room last night googling concussions trying to figure out how to help. She just wants to make sure youâre okay, like you do for her.âÂ
Ingrid felt her heart melt a little. She forgot, sometimes, how sensitive you were, how much of a worrier. You kept so much inside that it was always a bit startling to see you express yourself so outwardly. She moved to get up from the bed, but Mapiâs arms remained locked around her midsection.Â
âMarĂa, I need to go talk to her.âÂ
âNo. You stay here, Iâll go talk to her.âÂ
âIâm not staying in bed all day.â Ingrid grumbled, fighting back a smile as Mapi kissed her cheek once, then twice more.Â
âNo, of course not.â Mapi agreed. âYou can lay down on the couch, too.âÂ
Ingrid groaned, slumping back onto the bed and crossing her arms over her chest. âI hate this.â She called.Â
âI know! Mapi replied, shaking her head at her girlfriendâs dramatics.Â
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Mapi knocked on your door, hearing a huff that she assumed meant she could come in. You were stuffing your things into your school bag, angry tears tracking down your face.Â
âSol, stop for a second.âÂ
âNo, Iâm going to be late.âÂ
âSolstrĂĽle.âÂ
âGo away, Mapi.âÂ
âNo, stop it.â Mapi said, more firmly this time. She took your bag out of your hands, attempting to hold it out of your reach. You glared at her, lower lip trembling as you did so. âYou can stay home. I talked to Ingrid.âÂ
âShe doesnât want me to stay home.â You choked out, humiliated at how upset this was making you.Â
Mapi looked at you for a moment longer before placing a hand on your shoulder. âShe does, she just doesnât want you to worry. Just like you donât like us to worry about you.âÂ
âNo, she doesnât want me here.â You argued, finally ripping your bag away from Mapi and slinging it over your shoulder. Mapi almost commented on the fact that you were very clearly still wearing your pajamas, and that school didnât start for another hour, but another voice cut in before she could.Â
âI do want you here, sweetheart. I just donât want you worrying about me.âÂ
Both you and Mapi turned to face Ingrid amusingly fast.Â
âIngrid, I told you to stay in bed!â Mapi chided good naturedly, knowing how much her girlfriend hated to be babied.Â
âSol-â
âGo lay down, Ingrid. Iâm fine.â You pleaded, the redness of your eyes and the wobble of your chin not helping your statement.Â
Your sister ignored you, crossing the room in two long strides and pulling you into an almost painfully tight hug. Mapi stepped out of the room, knowing that this was one of your Engen moments, where you really just wanted your sister.Â
âNo, Sol. Iâm fine.â Ingrid told you, her fingers scratching lightly at your scalp where her hand rested.Â
You sniffled, pressing your face further into her shoulder, as if to assure yourself that she was really there. âAre you sure?âÂ
âIâm sure. Iâm okay. Everything is okay.â Ingrid promised, pausing for a moment before she extracted herself from the hug and led you to sit on the edge of your bed next to her. She gave you a second to calm down, still crying softly into her shoulder, as she took in the sight of your room. The framed photo of the three of you on your desk. The polaroids up on the wall, all taken at the top of a hike youâd completed. The map that Mapi had given you, and the painting of the waterfall in Norway.Â
Ingrid didnât like to see you cry. But your tears, just like the things decorating your room, showed that you were feeling things. Not like before, when it was difficult to even get you to explain how your day was in more than two words. You felt safe to feel here. Safe to be vulnerable.Â
So, she didnât like the tears. But everytime she saw you cry, she thanked the universe that you were still here with her to cry, still willing to push your face into her shoulder and grip onto her shirt with your fist like youâd done when you were little. Sheâd never take that for granted. Ever.Â
She didnât take her responsibility to care for you lightly, either.Â
âWhatâs going on, SolstrĂĽle? Why are you so worried?âÂ
Again, it was that magic ability Ingrid had to get you to admit things you normally never would. Instead of brushing your sister off like youâd done to Mapi the night before, you sucked in a breath and tried to explain the absolute mess of feeling inside of you.
âDo you ever⌠feel like things are too good? Like everything is going so well. And youâre happy, but you arenât sure you deserve to be. So something bad must be about to happen to ruin it all? It feels like Iâm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Itâs too good to be true, and Iâm so scared, all the time, that Iâm going to do something to mess everything up, or something bad is going to happen.â
Ingrid wasnât really quite sure what to say to that. Whether it was because her head was pounding with an incessant headache, or because sheâd truly never felt the way that you were describing right now, she wasnât sure. She just knew that you needed reassurance that no one was going to come and take away your happiness.Â
âYou deserve to be happy. Youâve been through so much, Sol, and you deserve to be happy. Iâm not going to let anyone take that away from you. Ever. Itâs not too good to be true. No shoe is going to drop. Nothing bad is going to happen and youâre not going to mess anything up. Iâm here with you. Iâm not going anywhere. I love you so much, SolstrĂĽle, and no one could ever take that away. Nothing could ever stop me from loving my baby sister.âÂ
Ingrid felt tears soaking through the fabric of her shirt, and she worried sheâd said the wrong thing. Still, she kept running her hand up and down your back, keeping you held close to her. She wouldnât be the first one to pull away.Â
âI⌠I want to believe that. I just donât know how to stop being scared. I donât know how to convince my brain that nothing bad is going to happen.âÂ
âI donât really know either.â Ingrid hummed. âBut weâll figure it out together, no?âÂ
You nodded, feeling absurdly emotional at the together part.Â
âAnd anytime you feel scared, you tell me or Mapi. And Iâll be rational and give you a hug and Mapi can make a joke so bad you have no choice but to laugh, and sheâll be happy because her goal was just to distract you anyway.âÂ
You let out a weak laugh, leaning away from your sister to wipe at your face with your sleeve.Â
âOkay.â You agreed. âIâll try.âÂ
Ingrid smiled at you. âGood. Now come downstairs with me. Weâre going to put on a reality TV show and youâre going to describe everything happening on screen because I canât watch.âÂ
You laughed again, standing and following your sister out of your room. You held onto her arm as she walked down the stairs, and Ingrid let you. Sometimes, she couldnât fix things right away. Sheâd let you hover, and in time, youâd realize she was alright and youâd be okay.Â
Or, sheâd have to climb out the window in the middle of the night and run away to Fridoâs just to get away from your and Mapiâs hovering. Either way.Â
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:) i love my child sol.
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Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.
A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire đĽ°
WC: 3.8k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers
Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice đśď¸đśď¸ Divider credit to @saradika
âOkay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,â you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, âand then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.â
âRight,â Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. âAnd, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?â
You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, heâd likely double down.Â
âWeâre testing for the presence of oxygen,â you say with as much patience as you can muster. âAnd you need to wear safety goggles.â
He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. âYou need to wear safety goggles.âÂ
He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them.Â
âIâm serious.â
Eddie scoffs. âPlease. Weâre not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and Iâm not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.â
Now itâs your turn to roll your eyes. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.â
âWhatever.â But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint.Â
âSo just liâseriously?â You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?
âWhat?â He asks with a smirk. âThereâs, like, a million of these left. Iâll use the next one for the experiment thingy.â
He doesnât get that far; Ms. OâDonnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principalâs office.Â
Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again.Â
Last week, it was because heâd kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, heâd blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carverâs ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground.Â
You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner.Â
What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasnât your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parentsâ liquor cabinet alone.Â
Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steveâs house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl.Â
Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; youâre grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates.Â
âHeather, hi!â You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. âHowâs college?â
Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodkaâs pungency. âWay better than high school,â she says with a laugh. âIâm taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.â
You raise your glass in a mock toast. âMaybe you could take mine. Heâs more trouble than heâs worth.â
She laughs. âCanât be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.âÂ
âReally?â
âMhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.â
Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around.Â
Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If heâs coming into the kitchen, itâs the last place you want to be.
The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol youâve taken sloshing around in your stomach. Itâs hard to tell where youâre going or even what direction youâre going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe.Â
Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves.Â
âWhere have you been all my life?â he asks, as if itâs supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing.Â
âWas better a second ago,â you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination.Â
Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though.Â
A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.
âLet go,â you seethe. The words are biting, but youâre a chihuahua up against a doberman.Â
Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction.Â
You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen.Â
Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. âLet her go,â he says, a slight rasp in his tone.Â
The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. âShouldnât you be worshiping Satanâs asshole, Freak?â
âShouldnât you be worshiping Tommyâs? Or does he only worship yours?â
A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. âIf you donât fuck off in the next three seconds, Iâll kick you ass so hard that your uncle wonât even be able to identify your body.â
Eddie smirks. âOneâŚtwoââ
Billyâs fist crashes into Eddieâs cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billyâs abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits.Â
Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing itâs no use getting in the middle of their brawl. SomeoneâTommy H, maybeâis chanting âfight!â and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself.Â
Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. âMaybe next time, youâll mind your fucking business,â he spits through his split lipâone of the few punches Eddie managed to land.Â
His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billyâs parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesnât seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. Heâll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billyâs balls though.Â
Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood thatâs trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask.
âNothing I canât handle,â Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. Heâs been hurt worse than this?
Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddieâs. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk.Â
In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom thatâs not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol theyâve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like itâs been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside.Â
Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit.Â
âAh, here we are,â you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. âItâs not so bad,â you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. âThe face just bleeds more becauseââ
âBecause the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,â Eddie finishes for you.Â
âWow,â you say, raising your eyebrows at him. âIâm impressed.â
âWe are in the same science class, you know,â Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds.Â
âI thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,â you joke back. Thereâs silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. âWhy are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?â
âUh,â Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. âSomething like that.â
âGot the hots for OâDonnell?â
He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. âFuck, no!â He shakes his head. âShe looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.â
You wrinkle your nose. âEw.â
âYou were the one who suggested Iâm into her,â Eddie rebutted, and fairly so.Â
âI didnât make you compare her to aââ
A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, ânot the punch!â
âWeâre probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,â Eddie says softly, âunless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.â
âI think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.â To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut youâd previously missed. âBesides, I wanna know whatâs suddenly got you showing up to class.â
Eddieâs eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than heâd like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. âYou.â He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. âFuck, Iâm drunker than I thought.â
âW-Wait.â You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. âIâm the reason âŚ?â
He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. âDoes that make thingsâŚdoes that make you feel weird?â Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey.Â
All you can do is shake your head. âNo. It makes thingsâŚgood.â Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. Itâs a prank, his way of getting back at you forâ
A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. âAnd now?â
âStill good. Better, actually.â Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, âwill it hurt if I kiss you?â
âDonât care.â
Despite him not caring, you certainly care if youâre going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. Itâs not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you wouldâve considered romantic before, but right now itâs the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies.Â
Your body buzzes when Eddieâs tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs.Â
Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately.Â
âMhm.â His smile threatens to break the kiss. âThatâs it.âÂ
You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch.Â
Eddieâs hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch himâover his boxers, but not as gently as he touches youâmakes you even wetter.Â
âGotta have you.â He toys with your waistband but doesnât explore further until he hears your âyes,â pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. âGood girl,â he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you.Â
The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. âEvery time you say my name from now on,â he murmurs, âIâm gonna think about this.â
âEddie, Eddie, Eddie.â Itâs part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice.Â
One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible.Â
âFuckinâ perfect.â Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. âCareful, or Iâllââ
Heâs interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billyâs eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupiedâand by whom.Â
The intrusion startles you as well, but youâre much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.
âGet the fuck out!â you hiss.Â
Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until youâd spoken up. Itâs clear sheâs had quite a few more drinks since youâd seen her in the kitchen.
Whether itâs the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesnât make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.
âJesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isnât moaning his name?â Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. âThe lady said out. Now.âÂ
Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them.Â
Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. âDo me a favor, honey?â His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. âTurn around so youâre facing the mirror.â
You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and youâre out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, youâre determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind.Â
âBe a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.â Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. âYou got wetter when I called you a good girl, didnât you?â
âMhm,â you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle.Â
A teasing pout graces Eddieâs lips. âSuch a good girl. And only for me.â
âOnly for you,â you echo.Â
He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. âGotta be inside you,â he growls. âGotta fuckinâ feel what a good girl you are.â
The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that youâre supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror.Â
When you lift your head, youâre greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.
âAtta girl,â he praises.Â
At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.
âFuck,â Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. âPussyâs even tighter than I imagined.â
The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They canât buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle.Â
He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. âLook at yourself,â he growls his reminder. âLook how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.â
You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddieâs lust-filled expression along with your own. Heâs even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip.Â
âSay it.â His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading.Â
âS-Say what?â Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak youâd never before reached.Â
âThat youâre beautiful.â He tugs you even closer to him, and thereâs no mistaking his dominance for anything else. âSoâgoddamnâbeautiful.â
You follow his order without a second thought. âIâm b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.âÂ
Eddieâs hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. âThatâs it; thatâs my good girl.â Not a good girl, you note. His good girl.Â
One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: âyour good girl.â
âOh, fuck.â Everything is youâyou and him together, and it drives him to the edge. âYouâŚyou gottaâŚâm so close,â he rambles.Â
âMe, too.â Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. Itâs so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. âEddie, oh, Eddie.â
He spills into you with a cry of your name. âH-ohmygod, holy fuckinâ shit.â His thrusts donât stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you.Â
Eddieâs chest presses against your back, but heâs careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him.Â
A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddieâs hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.
âYou with me?â Eddieâs worn-out voice asks you.
âMhmm,â you hum in acknowledgment. âDonât wanna move.â
Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in.Â
The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain wonât be able to rest until it has an answer.
âUh, Eddie?â you ask once youâve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.
âYeah?â
âAre you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that youâve had me you wonât have a reason to anymore?â You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had.Â
Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown.Â
âSweetheart,â Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. âI wouldnât sit through OâDonnellâs class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If Iâm gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then thereâs a damn good reason Iâm sitting my ass in that classroom.â With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a momentâs hesitation, cups your face in his hands. âCan I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?â
A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But youâre quick to let him in on what you found amusing.
âYou mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harringtonâs house isnât the typical way romances start?â
A grin slowly slides across Eddieâs mouth and you swear itâs one of the most beautiful things youâve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can.Â
âA romance, huh?â He clicks his tongue. âIf Iâd known thatâs what this was, I wouldâve at least fucked you in a guest room.â
You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. âHow about for round two?â
Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur:Â
âYou read my mind, Beautiful.â
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Is the "I'd kill for you"/"Promise?" moment when Peter falls for Wade?
Peter's feelings have most definitely shifted into something very serious(TM) towards Wade.
As for MJ, Peter will always have feelings for her. He'll be in her orbit until the day he dies- but this MJ isn't his MJ. He doesn't want to replace the precious memories of MJ he has with this one either, it wouldn't be respectful to either of them.
He's also not keen to repeat old mistakes. He knows he wasn't a good partner to her back in his old world. Spiderman always took precedence over their relationship, he was always absent. Their relationship towards the end started turning toxic because he just couldn't choose her over the suit.
Despite how much they loved each other, their values just didn't align and Peter knows he forced MJ to do the bulk of the emotional lifting in their relationship. He won't do that again.
Not to mention his venom and strength meant he always had to watch himself- a lot of his body could be toxic to normal humans which meant he had to stay distant. This obviously didn't go over well with MJ, especially because she didn't know why he never wanted to kiss her for long, amongst other things.
But Wade's different. They're coming from the same spheres, and he matches Peter's freak is ways Peter didn't know he needed. He's indestructible, violent, competent and exactly the kind of predator Peter's prey drive goes fucking insane for.
TLDR: Peter will always love MJ, but he knows he needs to let her go, for both their sakes.
#spiderman#hunting!spider#peter parker#spideypool#deadpool#yeah Peter is planning proposals as we SPEAK#Pete and MJ best friend OTPP (One True Platonic Pairing)#They love each other but as friends now
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jealous hotchner because he canât take his brother flirting with you so he shows you who you belong to đđđ (as in he wasnât aware he liked you like that until he saw his brother with you and realised he didnât want sean doing to you what he wants to do to you)
ps. you are an amazing writer and i love your work đŠˇ
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â pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader
â summary: things change thanks to the helpful youngest hotchner (or aaron's a little oblivious but then realizes he's jealous and you guys have sex in the bathroom at work).
â warnings: yet ANOTHER pwp, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, mentioned vaginal fingering, rough sex, doggy style, backshots, mirror sex, bathroom sex, dom!aaron hotchner, sub!reader, dom/sub dynamics, kind of mean dom!aaron, he's just being a little mean, but only 'cause he's jealous, the reader is enjoying every second of it though, a lot of dirty talk, teasing, ass smacking (like once), implied oral sex at the end (m rec), they just match each other's freak.
â wc: 1048
â a/n: WOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO AND DISAPPEAR INTO A HOLE NOW!! this is just a whole mess if i'm going to be honest, but in like... a good way. i don't know if this aaron is ooc 'cause usually he's sweet in most of my fics, but this is just a whole different ball field!
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You really, really had no idea how you ended up here, but somehow you were pulled to the side by your boss and found yourself tugged into the gender-neutral bathrooms.
Your lips were rolled between your teeth and your eyes were squeezed shut tightly in order to try to keep the sounds of pleasure from spilling between your teeth. Your hands curled into the counter of the sink, head hanging low.Â
Aaronâs large palms gripped at the fat of your hips, your pencil skirt shoved up and over your waist, your panties pulled halfway down your thighs before they sat on top of your knees that were squeezed together. It was hard to keep yourself still in your heels, but you were determined to be good for him, just like he had asked.
One moment you were sitting at your desk chatting away with Sean, the youngest Hotchner brother when Aaron had come storming over, mentioning something about, âLeaving his Agent,â Alone. The tone was unfamiliarly possessive, but you would be lying if you said you hadnât felt his brooding from atop of the stairs near his office.
You could always feel him near you, it was like your body was pulled towards the earth that was Aaron Hotchner.Â
You could see it in Aaronâs face as he all but dragged his brother away from you, jaw set tight and eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his suit covered chest. They bulged out in the material and you had to keep yourself from moaning at the sight of them.
Sure, you knew Sean was flirting with you, but it was rare that men would show any interest in you, so you canât blame a girl for taking advantage of a situation in front of her, though it wasnât the brother that she wanted.
Anywho, thatâs neither here nor there. All you know is, is that one moment youâre walking down the hallway after visiting Penelopeâs cave to be dragged away by Aaron into the bathrooms and pressed against the door.
The way he peered down at you was dark and hungry, and he definitely had a goal in mind as you coward. He held you there with his body, large, broad shoulders pinning you to the metal as you peered up at him through fluttering lashes.
Your body fucking burned for him. You knew you would do anything he would ask you too.
Of course this was disorderly conduct, that it was inappropriate, and quite frankly taboo, with the way that he was your boss and you were his subordinate; and oh, you guys were currently fucking in the company bathroom.
If you were going to be honest â and nasty â that only added fuel to the fire that was your dampening core.
You had begged in a small voice, shaky hands raising to set themselves on his shoulders, fingers curling in the material to⌠steady yourself? Pull him closer? You didnât know, but he just watched you.
âTell me what you want.â The question was sultry and demanding and a shiver ran its way up your body, wracking it in its haste. âYou.â You would go to whisper, gaze falling on his lips before following back up to his eyes.
He had bent you over the counter, fingering you open quickly before tugging himself out of his slacks and entering you.
âMmf⌠fuck!â You couldnât help but cry as his tip kissed your g-spot over, and over and over again. The stretch burned so good, and the coil in your stomach was tightly wound, but not quite there yet. You needed that extra stimulation and you didnât know if Aaron was willing to give it to you.
âShush.â He puffed harshly, the warm air hitting the shell of your ear before he tugged on it with his teeth.
âOh God.â You whimpered, leaning back into his bites. âI need it, Aaron please⌠Donât be mean.â You whined. âYouâll take what I give you. Thatâs the least you could do after flirting with my brother right in front of me.â
The mention of his brother caused him to punch back into you harshly, sending you forward slightly. You scrambled to tighten your hold again, another cry lodging itself in your throat.
âNasty girl.â He growled. âWhat made you think that was appropriate, huh?â Another emphasizing thrust. âI â I didnât thinkâŚâ You mewled. ââWant you only. I promise.â You said with a pout, resting your head on his shoulder.
âYeah? Only me?â
âMhm.â
He studies your face before leaning forward to join your lips together. Despite the awkward angle, he holds you steady, one of hands leaving your skin to run circles over your clit.
âGah!â Your yelp is muffled by your lips, the man all but eating it. You donât know which fountain of pleasure to chase, hips rocking forward and backwards constantly.Â
âI⌠IâŚâ Your words failed you, and your eyes squeezed shut again. ââM gonna cum, Aaron baby, can I? Can I cum?â You beg.
He forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead. âDo you deserve it?â He asks darkly.
You think you could cry.
âAaronâŚâ
âAnswer me. Do you think you deserve to cum?â
âYou know I do.â You breathe petulantly, but he isnât having it, the hand your hip slapping your ass instead. âFuck.â You sigh. âYouâre lucky we're running out of time, or I would be making you beg more, understood?â
âYes, yes! Understood!â
âGood.â
The tight circles return and you keel over, teeth digging into your bottom.
âI wish I could hear you, my pretty girl.â He coos and you cry out as you cum. Your body trembles but he works you through it.
Youâre breathing heavily by the end of it, your heavy eyes meeting his in the mirror.
âYou think we're done?â He asks with dark amusement. âI havenât cum yet.â
He maneuvers your body and turns you around, and by the pressure on your shoulders, heâs trying to push you down, and you understand what he wants. You follow his wordless instructions wordlessly, staring face to face with his dripping wet cock thatâs stained with your creamy cum.
âYou know what to do.â Aaron encourages, and you do.
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He Can Match Your Freak | Asmodeus Selfie Spoilers
OKAY sooo FINALLY I'm posting this lol it's probably going to be like two parts maybe??? Let's see how this goes because I'm learning to not post thousands of screenshots unless it's relevant.
First. I'm skipping the prologue because most have seen it, and I'm doing a different thing with that anyway.
SOOO it's gonna be a crash course ya'll with jumping right in when MC is in his room about to get them cheeks clapped.
He wants to know more about MC because of what he's heard and well he wouldn't be wrong here. MC apparently is quite the deviant. And you can tell the writers tried to describe him as majestic and breathtaking as possible because the way MC sees him is similar to how they see Leviathan.
Until they said this mess.
G I R L WH A T
Even Asmo was like ???? But he has a sense of humor so he just laughed it off which I mean okay yes as if he would care about that phrase being weird.
But MC out here actin' up once a g a i n. lol
But also they mention his body odor keeps wafting over in MC's nose clearly yeah because not only them pheromones' but uh anyways we'll get to that part later
And MC was just like covering their nose and is like "this is dangerous" and for me ya'll?
I'd be afraid to offend him by saying he smells ripe which I'm sure he wouldn't be offended because I'm not sure what would offend him at this point in time.
So big boi puts a sigil on MC's body similar to a womb tattoo which is why he said "be surprised you aren't pregnant" but this symbol makes you into his "female" no matter the gender. He goes to say it nicely that you're his "virgin" though.
And with that, most of what's happening is that MC is feeling the effects of Asmo without him even doing much of anything just yet. The feelings of having climaxed multiple times over, hazy, losing your goddamn mind.
That sort of thing.
Baby I would have cried on the spot. What do you mean be your companion?
Yup he asked MC to not only be his one night stand but to basically be his and that he thinks he could fall in love with them.
He says that he can fall in love at first sight despite his reputation. And also he mentions MC is his third love. First was Solomon (rejected him and wouldn't tell him who it is he was in love with) and two his late wife who was a witch and it's their children/descendants who are the Unholyc that inhabit Earth.
I'mma be honest with ya'll I didn't finish Lovely Unholyc because I was mostly interested in William, there was no route for him at that time so I just kinda dipped, tried again and then dipped lol
oh btw he apparently just straight up wanted to yap about him clapping Solomon's cheeks and getting his cheeks clapped back and how many damn positions they did and I'm trying to wrap my head around what the fuck they did because at one point surely they were on the ceiling or floating mid-air, like I don't even know
But his wife who chose to live on Earth and grow old and die normally put a curse on his soul. He can love and fuck whoever he wants and should never be lonely but he can't have any more children. If he does, they die, and he dies along with the partner he made them with. (the fall of the house of usher vibes)
AND let me just say? That woman did the world a favor because he has a breeding kink. We'd have a whole universe full of little Asmo halflings running around. So either it was her being possessive or just her sparing the world of that burden then yeah thank you for that because phew.
i don't need no babies anyways
And he says the same thing like "Oh we can leave other things other than babies, like photos of us in a mess" meaning he really meant when he said he wanted to participate in the contest.
I mean he would have won so I think it's fair to give the others a chance. Lol
So things are getting hot and heavy now and he's wondering why MC is holding back. Honestly I'm like huh he did say that he turns you into a virgin and not everyone is confident when being presented with the chance of a lifetime to fuck the embodiment of lust.
But at the same time I mean...MC this is your element and you are pretty much striking out. (not to him but to me you are)
SO I complied all of these because this is important. Asmodeus is literally combining all of their philias and using them on MC and he's quite good at it. And well, why wouldn't he be?
And he even goes to strangle and lick up MCs tears?
Yeah we know what he's about.
His tongue did what now?
his tongue did what now
his tongooooooooooooo
Anyways I short circuited there because everything about him is just driving me nuts.
MC even said they were coming by him just kissing them and I'm like hold up??????
I fucking bet.
Okay ya'll picked the nastiest ass stuff for him to mention but I get it. Congrats if ya'll have things you're self conscious about during sex Asmo's your demon because he literally won't care and will still be turned on.
Ayo.
Moving on....LMAO
And uh...Asmo was licking MC's snot and spit off their face and they came again.
I'm drowning in a sensory nightmare why is he so h o t but this is nastttyyyyyy
"I can always go hard whenever I feel like fucking the opponent"
Sir what? He just be sayin' anything
But he does ask MC what do they want...and they just smack the fuck out of him so there's that. Lol
I would tell him I'd very much like that mouth on the kewchie. I don't even need anything else just his mouth. His jaw probably can go for days.
Now MC is making deduction here that Asmo is the king of lust and seduction and can pass this feeling on to others. He's dangerous this way.
Now Asmo how do you know that.
Tell me sir HOW (I think I know the answer....but I'd be hella surprised that Belphie would let him hit unless he was watching him...)
But mostly what's happening is that MC is feeling what Asmo feels basically the same spiel as the other kings except with him it's intense to the point where they are quite literally about to pass the fuck out. And Asmo ain't about to stop momentum so you better stay awake MC.
NOW YA'LL.
Bullet point times:
MC has climaxed pretty much several times and they haven't even fucked properly yet
But wait, their clothes are off and....
Bam they notice that Asmo's cock is pretty much halfway in their hole and they haven't even noticed
All he did was push himself to the hilt and MC squirted ya'll
So there's that.
But the womb tattoo is doing it's job because now the climaxes are back to back, and I'm just wondering how the hell MC is still mentally there because I'd be a babbling mess.
Yes daddy.
he makes me SICK (lovingly)
But also they mention the liquid he was feeding MC had a horrible smell and I'm just like oh fucking gawd please get rid of my sense of smell before sleeping with him because I would not make it. Why is everything having to do with him smell so much? LOL
LMAO
MC was begging for his dick and Asmo is like, baby it's already in are you okay?
I'm crying
Yeah remember those memes about people getting high and saying they were vacuuming the dishes?
I imagine that's what it's like having sex with him. One minute you're on the bed next you're in another dimension, floating, transcending, melting, legs bent in impossible shapes. Indeed I am mopping the lawn.
He even mentioned they've done it like six times already and he's just getting started.
with a face like that? phew.
Oh so he does have a good pull out game.
btw the visual for that???? GAWDDDDDDD -> look here
So let me back up a bit and mention that MC was feeling insecure that since they have been doing it for quite some time (2 days I think?) they thought he wasn't satisfied. Nah he was just savoring the moment. He could come at any time. ANd when he does? It's alot and from his horn and everything. Cum fountain.
And best part? No refractory period. He's already hard and slamming that thang back in.
Also he mentions here that there's a smell, and he's getting really worked up.
Yeah he's tearing that up. Like it's overtime ya'll.
There's purple smoke and a erotic aura in the air, he's grabbing and biting down on the back of MC's neck to claim them? Oh he's going in.
Alright here we go.
And just so ya'll know...sorry male MC players....the same line is used in ya'lls version too. No change.
This is the point where I would of preferred perhaps something else be said entirely instead. I know the majority of players are women/non-men but...I can see someone playing and getting side swept like?????
But anyways let's move on past this point
Until the room stank is an understatement.
But anyways, while MC is trying to somewhat calm down, Asmo is still trying to keep the momentum. And MC starts trying to have a normal conversation and figuring out why devil's fear him the most.
But also mentioned they wanted to shove his nasty, greasy, bodily fluid covered hair up their hole. E x c u s e the fuck outta me?
AN Y W AY S
Mc figures that the reason the devils fear him is because of this. Imagine falling for someone like this? Who is nothing but the sole reason existence of lust and temptation where you could fuck for hours and reach pleasure centers unknown and yet have that all be taken away when he leaves? There's no love? No sweet nothings? Just being used up and tossed without any direction and you're just in the dark?
welp.
But Asmo does offer MC some comfort
He tells them that he's back in Hell so he will be around more often. It won't be painful, that it's okay to start slow and that MC would wait for him when he's ready to fully accept his feelings. He could fall in love with them not that he was already in love with them. But with how he's considering him as a companion, how he's biting and claiming them, the amount of time he's spending with MC.
mind you he left Phenomenon on the floor the moment he entered the meeting room so I imagine they weren't fucking for very long at all. I imagine all of his sessions with others are "quick" and for those he really likes they last longggg like days.
Not mention he on that yandere vibes....telling MC he'd lock them up in a cage but he'll deal with it for now.
And apparently when he gives a sincere command, it must be followed. So MC basically ends up getting dressed, not whining about leaving, and all that good stuff. A true dom in that sense.
Also he mentions that when he's nearby MC will just get turned on automatically. "Your body will scream that your man is here"
why is that so hot?
So MC is back in Gehenna and this is when Asmo starts reminiscing about Solomon who predicted that he'd see MC in the future and that he would know that he feels at the moment for Solomon is not 'love'.
I wonder if Asmodeus was just helplessly losing himself for Solomon, and pepaw clocked that and was just telling him to chill on it for a bit. Although it is fucking WI L D to me that he is going to try this again with his friend's descendant..."hey I'm a friend of your grandpa...soooo yeah let's fuck and fall in love"
Sounds weird when I put that way huh? lol
Also since we're at the end I'd like to highlight some personality things about him!
He plays too much: Taking a photo of himself and MC sleeping and sending it to Satan knowing he'd storm immediately to the room
He doesn't have self doubt, he is very much full of himself but is considerate of his partner given the circumstances
He is not into aftercare, he claims that part is included during the sex, if sex is over then it's over
He doesn't shower ya'll. Like at all. But he oddly keeps his nails clean and that's about it? He seems to be obsessed with sex funk
He really likes Mammon. Like a lot. But he does that thing where he's like "Nah I want him to want me so I won't give him what he wants" lol okay
He fucks pillows, pretty much inanimate objects if he feels like it
He has a sense of humor
Romance is not absent, it's just tricky for him since all that's all his brain is "breed breed breed breed sex sex sex breed breed breed oh lets pause for a break sex sex sex kissing sex sex breeding biting"
He loves his children though. He really is a fatherly devil. He beams about his kids and this is a moment where you can catch him not being sexual
It comes to no surprise that he doesn't like the idea of sharing his favorite person but it has me think that his style of relationship is that he's monogamous but if you want to occasionally bring someone to "play" with he won't mind as long as it's discussed and he gets to fuck them too
He's got a one track mind, but it's not like he can't carry on a conversation
Now for my
T H E O R I E S
Asmo is older than all of the kings, but younger than Lucifer
I am reaching in the dark but it seems the only King he's had sex with or has watched have sex is Belphie
He's only in love with MC because he's taking a opportunity that wasn't given to him with Solomon
There's most likely a loophole to his curse that his late wife left on him but he simply chooses not to break it
If the Kings fight together along with Asmodeus, the war would be over, and if we ever get a final battle chapter it's going to be MC who is the missing "key" and the one who figures that out is Asmo because he spent so much time with Solomon
We may get a cameo from one of his children in the story
Asmodeus is possibly capable of lying and just hasn't revealed that to anyone. I say this because if he was one of the very early devils created he is the exception to the rule. So there could be some secret he knows.
BUT wow it seems that I have compiled ALL of this into one post. YAY FOR ME. Now there may be more little blurbs popping up as I remember them but for nowwwwww~ Thank you for reading, hopefully you grabbed some snacks, and ya'll are amazing. Feel free to let me know ya'lls thoughts if you haven't said already on our stinky hot devil man <3 lol
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Is it possible for you to do a fic where reader keeps putting cat ears and little bows on wolverines head while he's sleeping. logan is so sick of it and deadpool keeps getting blamed for it.
Until logan finds multiple pictures on readers phoneđ
The Midnight Fashionista
Wolverine X Reader
Content: Roommate things, Arguing, Some Cursing, Domestic bliss, Mary Puppins, Just lots of cute fluffy and funny moments, You and Wade being best friends forever
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Very very small Wolverine/Deadpool violence
a/n: Another cute, shorter request while I work on the longer ones. I love the random domestic requests like this lol. This one-shot turned out a lot longer and admittedly better than I thought, so enjoy!
The first thing you heard bright and early in the morning was Logan shouting Wadeâs name from your shared bedroom. Not in a sexual sense, but in pure rage. He burst through the door, finding the two of you perched at the breakfast table. âI told you to stop doing this shit! Next time Iâm fucking gutting you and leaving you on the street to bleed out.â Logan raged, fighting with the cat headband and barrettes tangled in his hair. The cherry on top was the two small bows on each tuff of his wolf-like hair. He was still in his pajamas, clearly just woken up.Â
âSorry, beautiful, but thatâs not my doing. It is a good look on you though.â Wade cooed through mouthfuls of cereal.Â
âOh, yeah? Well, I donât fucking believe you.âÂ
âNo, Iâm being serious! That is a wonderful look for the Wolverine. Very cutesy.âÂ
âIâm going to fucking kill you, you freak of nature.â
âSomeone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.â
You were just sitting silently, giggling at the banter. The cute accessories were of course your doing, but you understand where Logan is so adamant Wade was the culprit, it does seem like something he would do. You werenât typically one for practical jokes like that, especially not on grumpy people like Logan, but you just couldnât resist how cute he looked! The light pink bows and cute little cat ears paired with Loganâs beautiful relaxed sleeping face was just the cutest sight in the world. Your heart almost exploded the first time! Over the past week, your camera roll became filled to the brim with different poses and angles of Logan adorned in the accessories. Ever since saving the timeline, Logan has slept like a rock so youâve thankfully gotten away with everything so far, but of course, the evidence is there when he wakes up. You know you could just take the accessories off when youâre done with your photo ops, but gauging his reaction to the mysterious bows is just so much funnier. Plus, the blame was always put on Wade anyway.Â
Seeing as he wasnât going to get an apology from Wade, Logan just grumbled patting your head as he walked past you, grabbing a protein bar, and heading back to the bedroom. You only smile innocently at the man before heâs out of sight, Wade turning to you suspiciously. âI know how fashionable Blind Al is with her matching tracksuits every goddamn day, but the bows are you, right?â You only smirk at Wade before taking a sip of tea.Â
âMaybe.â You drag out the word playfully, watching Wadeâs face perk up.Â
âYou backstabber! Throwing me under the bus every time. You truly are awful to me, peanut.â Wade feigns a look of betrayal, pouting his lip.Â
âHey! I never threw you under, Logan just assumed it was you because of your reputation. You did that to yourself, Wadey.â You pat his arm, standing up to grab yourself some more tea.Â
âWhatâs gonna happen when I tell our hot-headed friend who is really to blame.â Wade rests his head on his fist, taunting you.Â
âHe probably wouldnât believe you either way, but if you did,â You whip your phone out of your pocket, waving it in front of Wadeâs confused face. âI wouldnât share my collection of lovely photographs.â You gingerly put the phone back into your pocket before Wade could snatch the device out of your hands.Â
âOh em gee! No way you got those.â Wadeâs eyes were practically popping out of his head, desperate for even a glance at one of the ridiculous photos on your phone. âI bet he looks like one of those really depressing kittens that people feel bad for!â Just as you were about to give him a taste of your photography skills Logan shuffles into the room, now decent for the day with casual clothes on.Â
âY/N are you ready?â Logan was leaning in the doorway.Â
âOh yeah, coming!â You reply, trotting over to the man offering him a sweet smile, one which he returned. It was Sunday which meant it was an errand day. Since Wade was a child when it came to his food selections, you and Logan were always the ones going grocery shopping instead. It was hard to explain to Wade that people cannot only live off of snacks and indulgent food. Well, maybe he and Logan could due to their powers, but you and Blind Al certainly couldnât. You never minded going shopping anyway, especially not with Loganâs company. You enjoyed the domestic bliss of running errands together. âWade, we'll be back in a few hours. Weâre going clothes shopping first, lunch, and then food shopping. Donât forget to take Mary Puppins out!â
âAww, what!â Wade groaned, looking over at the two of you. âY/N quickly text it to me before you leave, please!â He whined like a child, his hands making a grabbing motion out to you.Â
âText what?â Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow while looking between the two of you.Â
âJust some stupid memes we saw earlier, Lo.â You wrapped your right arm around his left. âHeâll be ok without it. Iâll show you later, Wade.â You wink at the man throwing a fit, which makes him instantly pop up as if nothing had happened.Â
â âkay!â You just shook your head and led Logan out the door. After a few hours of nice conversation and peaceful shopping, you and Logan carried the bags up the stairs to the apartment. Well, Logan held the majority of the bags insisting on being a gentleman, leaving you with one small bag to carry. Unlocking the door you find Wade rotting away on the couch, one hand petting Mary Puppins, the other scooping handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.Â
âHmmhmm!â He excitedly exclaimed at your arrival, not making any eligible words. You only waved to him with a smile as Logan just completely ignored the man, beginning to unpack the bags in the kitchen.Â
You kiss Loganâs cheek, âYou can go take your shower if you want, I can do the unpacking.â His head craned down to look at you, a relaxed expression on his face.Â
âYou sure, bub?â You simply nodded with a smile, earning an appreciative look from Logan. He rubbed your arm, a loving gesture, before walking towards the bathroom. Once you were certain he was out of earshot, you made a âpst!â noise over to Wade. His head shot over to your direction as you gestured for him to go over to you.Â
âLook what I found at the store while Logan wasnât looking.â You whisper, snickering as Wade takes the small objects in with all of their glory.Â
âHoly shit! Heâs going to look like a Barbie puked all over him!â He quietly celebrated, looking at your haul. There was a set of overly pink, sparkly cat ears, small butterfly barrettes that were also hot pink, and various other hair accessories for you to mess with your boyfriend with. âOh also, donât forget to show me those pictures, peanut! Youâve been edging me with that all day.âÂ
âEw, let's not phrase it like that Wade, but here.â You unlock your phone and begin to scroll through the dozens of photos youâve accumulated over the past week. Some blurry, some surprisingly high quality. You two were gawking over the photos, too enthralled in their cuteness, to realize that Logan had reappeared in the room, right behind you.Â
âHey Y/N, whereâs that new shampoo you bought?â Noticing your lack of reaction or even acknowledgement of his existence he walks over to see what you pair were looking at. He immediately becomes baffled seeing the myriad of accessories and new ears laid out on the counter. What surprised him most of all was the collection of photos you were proudly displaying to your roommate.Â
âWhat the fuck!?â Logan yelled, making the two of you jump.Â
âI think I just peed my pants.â Wade warily stated, before turning around and waving. âHey, big guy.â Claws can be heard penetrating through skin, leaving Wade to just yelp in surprise.Â
âLogan! Weâve talked about this, no blood on the floor!â You scolded before he turned to you, immediately shutting up.Â
âSo it was you!â Logan exclaimed, not so much yelling in rage rather than embarrassment. His claws were now gone, not wanting to hurt you.Â
âWell yes, but you have to admit you look super adorable in these photos!â You hold up your phone, scrolling through the many images. Logan just looks at the phone with bewildered eyes.Â
âDelete those!âÂ
âBut I worked so hard for themâŚâ
âY/N!âÂ
You sigh in defeat, looking down at the ground. âOk, ok⌠Iâll delete them.âÂ
âThank you.â
âIf you continue letting me do it while youâre sleeping!â
âNo!â
âOnce a week?â You looked up at Logan with the best puppy eyes you could conjure up, pouting a little bit to play up the act. Logan only groaned, looking away from your pleading face. You were his only weakness and you knew it.Â
âIâll think about it.â Timeskip to the next morning you and Wade are sitting at the table once again, Wade throwing bits and pieces of his breakfast onto the floor for Mary Puppins while you mindlessly scroll through your phone.Â
âMorninâ.â You heard a grumble. Looking up you capture the image of the Wolverine, still drunk with sleep, standing in the kitchen in nothing but boxer shorts and two small pink bows tied to the top of his head. As you sneakily try to raise your phone to get a good shot a hand with claws is pointed in your direction. âRemember our deal?â You only nodded with a small smile before putting your phone down and admiring the view.Â
âI think I should glue some bows on your abs next.â
âDonât even think about it, bub.â
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there's something about big scary brute simon Riley who likes when his dove wears lingerie that's pink or white
someone ordinary would think how it's a red flag that your man only prefers white and pink lingerie but not Simon's pretty dove
shes a broken thing from her young age so as fate goes she and Simon cross paths and that's destiny to you
they're just two people who match each others freaks :(( so one day she gets to know Simon behaves differently when she surprises him while wearing a pink babydoll.
Simon goes still eerily still, his gears in his brain stop working and all he wants to do is to ruin and break an innocent and Fragile angel who's dressed in pink all for him
but she tells him you can't break or ruin something that's already broken and ruined in so many ways but he doesn't care doesn't listen to the pretty words coming out of her mouth right now all she's good for is bending her over spine arching sluttily and creaming all over his fat cock
she puts on a show for him like a good little dove the babydoll flawlessly covering her body with the low v-neck that makes her plush soft cleavage peak out, she slowly walks to Simon who's sitting at the edge of their king sized bed and with no care in the world she plops herself on his lap already feeling his cock chub up even more underneath her
she continues to trace his scars underneath the mask her wears while grinding on him like a slut in heat Simon immediately loses control hastily grabbing her soft hips and the lace and keeps it in his trouser pocket as a souvenir when he's on deployment he's ruined ruined by her soft touches her manicured nails leaving indents on his neck and he lives for it he lives for the pain the blood that pours down because of her he's a ruined man who needs to stuff his fat cock in her before he embarrasses himself while cumming in his pants like a hormonal teenage boy whispering sweet nothings to each other and kissing each other passionately,his gear all thrown across the room shes riding him until he Blacks out his ears ringing his cock hurts from overstimulation but he doesn't tell her this all he wants is for her to use him because he thinks that's all a broken man is good for it works both ways right? if you want to ruin one you must let the other ruin you too
#ghost smut#call of duty#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader
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So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the pro heroes Fatgum, Aizawa, Mirko, (or Hawks) had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotelđ
) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for itđ¤Ł
Guess who's back! I was on break for writing my book, so sorry for the delay. and once again, I don't do romance but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. also, this is so short, I'm so sorry, I don't really do senarios for this one reason.
for my poor boy fatgum, it's gotten to the point where he has to keep you on a leash!
but he's actually quite indifferent to it, rather opting to let you let hell loose on whomever you want to.
sometimes he does get a tad bit fed up with your antics but at the end of the day, you're one of his favorite people ever. not because you're useful or powerful, it's just that he holds you dear for being who you are.
a monster.
y'know, at first Aizawa used to actually think you were high on coffee and monster energy so he was actually quite suprised when he learned that... you're just like that.
but no seriously, he had you take multiple drug tests to be sure, lord knows what's in your veins.
but as long as you can shut up when he wants to sleep, he acutally quite likes you.
as a primarily night patroling hero, it's nice to see someone with so much energy and kindness.
in the end, he quite likes you, he probably kill for you.
NO BECUASE SHE ACTUALLY HAS THE POWER TO KEEP UP WIHT YOU SSTOOOOP.
chases you around town when you try and make a run for it
hypes you up whenever you get excited
MATCHES YOUR FREAK LIEK THE GODDESS SHE IS
ha sand will again kick someone to the moon if the DARE judge you.
he is actually a mix of Fatgum and miruko.
while he does indulge in your little freaky stunts he also known when to be professional and act differently.
and he will always introduce you as "my favorite weirdo."
he's just happy to be with you.
takes you out on late night fly's whenever you get that burst of energy during the night.
sweet bird boy.
BONUS! LOV!
has kidnapped you 8 times now with the sole purpose of recruiting you to the LOV!!!
they genuinely think you're a villain (maybe you are!) and that you're secretly on their side and are playing around with the hero's just because.
no seriously, try and tell them that you're not a villain they say something like "yeeeeahhh, sureeee. *wink* *wink*"
but they actually really enjoy you're company, you're invited on their weekly schemes and they always hope that you'll come.
Toga loves you the most but the others really like you because you always think a way to irk their most hated hero's.
#bnha x reader#platonic yandere#child reader#mha#mha aizawa#bnha x child reader#shouta aizawa#bnha headcannons#bnha fluff#bnha#mha lov#lov x reader#league of villains#MHA fatgum#fatgum x reader#fatgum#taishiro toyomitsu#aizawa x reader#Aizawa#mha miruko#miruko x reader#miruko#rumi usagiyama#usagiyama rumi#mha mirko#MHA hawks#keigo takami#hawks mha#keigo tamaki#bnha hawks
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âË⧠she said fuck me like im famous â in which ellie 'teaches' you how to play the guitar.
rockstar!ellie williams x fem!reader
warnings: 0.6.k words, smutty, is this highly inaccurate? probs. do i care? no. pet names (baby, babe, filthy girl), hand kink, teasing, reader wears a skirt, temperature play?, fingering, finger sucking
masterlists - new account @pearlcigs
The hum of Ellie's fingers plucking at the strings of her beloved guitar filled the room. She was sat on the bed, various bracelets cluttering her wrist. Your eyes were locked on her hands, watching intently, focused on her veins rather than her skills. Her shirt was unbuttoned, lazily array on her shoulders, the grey of her sports bra matching the boxers peaking through the top of her pants. She looked so good and had no idea what she was doing to you. "Come sit on my lap." Or maybe she did?
"Hm?" You responded, watching as she moved the electric guitar away from her lap to make room for you to sit. "Gonna teach you how to play." She smiles devilishly. You obey her wishes, skittishly walking towards her and sitting on her lap. Truly, you had no desire to learn how to play, more than okay with watching her experienced hands do all the work. She placed the guitar on your lap, chin resting on your shoulder.
Ellie grabbed your hands, putting them in the correct positions. She guided your fingers, her touch doing everything right to your body. Yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing to you. She strummed your fingers over the strings, the vibration on your thighs faint but you were already worked up. "Ellie." You uttered, a smirk on her face as she kissed your shoulder. "Yes, baby? Somethin' wrong?" She asked in a cocky tone.
Everything about her turned you on. "Do you need help?" Ellie's tone was confident, she was getting exactly what she wanted and you both knew it. "Saw you staring at my hands." She admits, kissing from your shoulder to your neck. "They excite you or something?" She continues with her painful teasing, stroking the strings once again to let the vibration flow your your thighs. "Ellie." You whimpered, composure quickly disintegrating.
"Bet you wish I was playing with you and not the guitar, hm?" One of Ellie's hands slide down to your thigh, squeezing tightly, veins becoming more prominent. "Yes." You admitted, breathlessly. "Yeah? Like seeing my fingers? Was doin' it on purpose." She admits, she was absolutely bold. Unafraid of the empty threats you might try to scare her with from her antics.
She moves the guitar off your lap, moving it to the side for later. Cold finger tips tickling up your thigh to you panty covered cunt. "Soaking through your pants, babe." She chuckles applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to watch you squirm. "El..." You whine, hips arching off her lap slightly. "Gonna fuck you like a rockstar and then write a song about it. Everyone's gonna know what a freak you are." Her free hand fingers her way to your lips, intruding through them. You don't even wait for her command to suck on her nimble fingers.
"The lyrics'll be about how much you love my fingers. How much you love them in your mouth... in your pussy.." She teases but she was far from finished, pushing your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side. The coldness from her hands make your warm cunt flutter from the temperature difference. "Maybe I'll put your desperate moans in the background vocals? Hm? How does that sound?" She slowly strokes your clit.
You moan, proving her point that the noises she drew from you were desperate. She slides a finger into your weeping cunt, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. The thrusts both hands at the same time, finger your cunt and mouth at the same time. "Yeah, baby. Take my fingers, filthy girl."
requested / inspired by @thatgiraffefromtlou rockstar ellie makes me lose it this took forever because i couldn't figure out how to execute it - i was also debating vibrator synced to the guitar with bluetooth so lmk if i should write that
#! ⢠âË⧠tlou .#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#the last of us#the last of us x reader#the last of us smut#tlou#tlou x reader#tlou smut
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| Blue Lock
| When they like you
| fluffffffffff, fluffiness, just random thoughts and ideas
Ft. Rin, Sae, Nagi, Reo, Chigiri, Barou, Kunigami, Bachira, Isagi
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RIN
Definitely tolerates you more than anyone else. This man has a patience of a lady in her worst mood during period. Let's say you aren't the best in english as most japanese are, or even as worse as bachira, he'd take time to actually try to teach you rather than wait for you to try and pronounce words that would make his ear irk. He'd even share his twin popsicles with you. And maybe, just maybe, he'd watch you fall asleep on your desk.
SAE
He'd buy you nice souvenirs from his trips. He's definitely the type to stare at one thing he passes by and thinks oh, this reminds me of them, and then proceeds to by it and gift it. He'd pass it out casual though. I don't think Sae is the type to get all flustered and overthink when he has a crush, I think he'd be chill about it. He's like, oh, i kinda like them, cool. He's the type to show it so casually you wouldn't even realize he likes you, and until he's decided to ask you out or you found out, he'd keep it that way.
NAGI
Man, I don't know. This guy's a slug and freaking dense. He wouldn't even know he likes you, and even he did he'd treat you no different than a friend. Okay, maybe a little bit more, but Nagi is the type to be effortless with everything except football. If he likes you enough, then I think he'd actually put in a little more effort into talking to you or staying awake while you talk his ears out in class. But if it's just a little admiration then there's no difference from that to being his friend.
REO
Ah, definitely talks yours ears out every damn second. Don't expect seeing him without a gift for you. He spoils you a lot. Treats you like his significant other even before he asks you out, which is not far off because obviously he can never hide what he's feeling. Everyone can see he likes you, even you. He accompanies you almost everywhere, asks your favorite everything just to bring them to you the next day, texts you day and night. How dreamy.
CHIGIRI
Lets you make silly princess comment on his hair. He doesn't get annoyed, playfully bites back on your remarks. Indulges you in your rants about fashion, skin care, hair care, make up, routines and even adds things he uses or thinks might be good. He might awkward about liking you at first, but remains casual about it and doesn't mention or think about it often. It just comes naturally as if he's talking to a friend he's comfortable with.
BAROU
Man, this one's tough. Definitely indenial at first, he wouldn't even know what he's feeling. He's not stupid, but he's also not one to think he could actually like someone since he's definitely got high standards for himself and for other people. He'd shake off the feeling at first, might even tend to be harsher with you ay times, but gradually just accepts it but swears never to mention or bring it up. Becomes more attentive to your hygiene and habits. Avoids the topic of liking someone like a plague. Never ever asks you out. (Liked but never pursued heh)
KUNIGAMI
This one's the type to get flustered when he realizes it. Gets all shy around you at first and Chigiri definitely notices and points it out. Decides to listen to Chigiri's advice to just act normal and cool because he's being too obvious. Tries not to get flustered around you but everytime he sees you it reminds him of his realization. Is definitely more protective of you when other guys are around, especially with ones like Raichi and the bald monk I forgot the name of. Acts of service type of guy.
BACHIRA
Too perceptive for his own good, sees it coming. He doesn't care whether anyone notices or not. Not the type to be shy about anythin and that includes having a crush on you. Sticks to you like a leech and talks to you 10x more. Notices your little hobbies and tries to match then so you could have something in common. I just know he's the type to do these cute little things because he just wants to enjoy things with people he likes.
ISAGI
Ah the shy-est one. Dense, indenial at first, but the ever so nosy Bachira notices and makes him realize it. Will stutter around you and get a little fidgety but pays more attention to you than ever. Helps you with even the smallest tasks like carrying things or helping making a decision and giving advices. If it's in school, he'd even offer to walk you home but then get all flustered. The sweetest.
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bllk#lazyalani#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi rin x reader#nagi seishiro x reader#mikage reo x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#chigiri hyoma x reader#barou shoei x reader#kunigami rensuke x reader#bachira meguru x reader#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader
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