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artficlly · 2 months ago

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Hey my dear, I am slipping in here to bring you some flowers based on this post Blossoms of Appreciation 💐💐

🌷- Send a compliment to your favorite writer(s)! Anything goes! It could be about their writing, them as a person, their blog, etc.

I just want to let you know how incredibly proud I am of you. Seriously, you are amazing. Not only do you manage to write and post so consistently, all while dealing with real-life struggles, but you also have the energy to be so sweet and kind to your readers and fellow writers. It is truly something I adore and admire you for!

And I am just so astounded by your creativity. The AUs and ideas you come up with for your writing are just chefs kiss!! I'm even a little jealous. You completely reimagine those characters in these completely different worlds, and it works so well. You build these entire worlds from scratch and they feel so real and lived-in and you seem to do it all so seamlessly. (I know that’s what writing is about lmao but you do it so effectively and it blows me away every time I read your work)

You have such a talent for taking the characters we know and love and placing them in these completely unexpected settings, while unlocking hidden facets of their personalities. And you do all that with such grace and passion. I just love that so much!! 🩷

🌹 - Tell a writer which fic(s) of theirs stuck with you the most or ask them which fic of theirs they think about the most.

Well, the first fic I got to read from you was me & the devil and I still think of it, even come back to rereading it once in a while and it always has me imagining so much about their journey ahead. I loved it so much.

I also was so hooked on A dish served cold. UGH that whole fic was just so tragically beautiful and it hit me so hard in all the best ways. I was completely captivated from beginning to end and I am still in awe at how masterfully you crafted it. The whole plot was just amazing and so fresh.

And I am such a sucker for lessons in lovemaking. GOD KNOWS THIS HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD HALLELUJAH. I love my men sensitive and this just fulfilled all my fantasies, I can’t thank you enough, bb!!

�� - Ask a writer to provide some behind the scenes commentary on a fic of your choosing.

You really do not have to give me a whole lot here, I am just so curious to know about your thoughts on me & the devil and if there are and particular directions you wanted this to go after they took her with them. Did you imagine them warming up and her forgiving Bucky at one point? Or did you think about them becoming enemies or something? I would love just a little detail or thought you had about what happens next 🤍🤍

omg hello? why am i crying in the club rn?? it's been a minute, i'm so happy to hear from you and see that you are doing well! you've been having such a productive start to your year (so many fics posted!! i'm so proud of you!!).

i'm gonna try my best to respond to this, but i fear i am a yapper (as you know lol)

i don't know if i would call my postings consistent, LMAO but thank you! i'm always filled with so much love and appreciation when people bear with me and stick around. the fact that people remember my fics and still tune in even after weeks or months of not posting is crazy to me. i think the world really opened up for me when i realised i could just write aus. for some reason i thought i was stuck writing fics only in the set universe of that fandom? idk why i thought that, but as soon as i realised i could just make up entire worlds and put those characters in that world i was like! aha! i think it's just me combining interests really, i do a lot of western aus because i love rdr2, westworld, the yellowstone shows, etc. or i do a lot of fantasy/period dramas as well (i have so many in the drafts). but yeah, tysm?! what the hell. you don't know this but it means so much to me because i've been trying really hard recently to try and improve my storytelling. basically trying to avoid lore and exposition dumping, so i'm trying to figure out a balanced way to navigate that at the moment.

yap yap yap let me move on

me & the devil & a dish served cold are like my babies... i love those fics so much. i'm so glad you also enjoyed them. i occasionally get comments on or about them and it makes my day because they never got that much attention, so people finding them all this time later is crazy to me. a dish served cold is coming up on its one year anniversary soon, maybe i'll do a little post about it. as for lessons in lovemaking... gosh. i didn't even realise you had read it. i don't know why it blew up so much, it's sitting at like 5k notes now which is insane to me. thank you so much as always for reading and supporting me ! :) you're the best.

anyway, on to your question about me & the devil.

you say i don't have to give you much buuttt i have a disease called i can't stop talking about my projects. i literally think my love language is people asking me questions about my projects. i get so mf excited. me & the devil is so special to me. it's one of the fics that made me really fall in love with writing again. i used to write a lot as a teen, so coming back into it was kinda daunting. i wrote it while i was in a really low spot, i had just finished my fine arts degree . i think that degree really ruined my creativity because they were so restrictive and kind of... unkind? towards me and my ideas. i know fanfics aren't always seen as 'proper' writing or whatever the fuck but writing fanfics has really given me back a lot of the confidence that was crushed. i have lots of non fanfiction related projects that have benefitted (or might've not even existed) because of me finding my creative spark again. i have actually written a bit for a sequel to me & the devil. no idea if I'll ever get around to posting it, it's been so long since i wrote it all. maybe one day i will just post what i have and call it a day ahah. i just haven't worked on it in a long time and i kind of forgot the direction i was going in and my initial vision for what would unfold. the reader and bucky are on bad terms for a time, but eventually work it out. natasha and the reader develop a hesitant friendship. i believe my end goal was to have the reader, bucky, steve, sam, wanda and natasha team up and leave the gang. i think the reader presence creates a lot of conflict within the gang, with her hating characters like tony and peter and there is a bit of a civil war (hah) between them all. i would go more into detail but? spoilers? ig? i think typing this all out now has made me realise the plot is kinda reminiscent of rdr2? i love that game so makes sense. bucky is kinda arthur morgan coded in this au as well, means well but just in a bad crowd. as a treat i'll just straight up show you the first section of the second part because why the hell not LMAO. if anyone else has read my yappings this far, firstly, what the fuck, secondly, enjoy! it's a bit all over the place because i wrote it like nearly two years ago i think but who cares.

devil on my back (p2. me & the devil) snippet

In the west, freedom was the only thing that people ever looked for. The wide-open plains and desert gave the impression of freedom because it seemed uncontrollable. Laws and towns could be built, but nothing outside of its boundless skies was everlasting. Life and civilization were perched precariously on shifting, uneven sands, and even the slightest breeze could easily blow their foundations away. You could now see the cracks beneath the surface – the true horror of this place. Freedom eluded you; the wilds had become your ball and chain.

The sunrise before you was one of beauty, with hues of crimson and orange flooding the skies and bathing the plains in a soft, pink light. You dodged and weaved through the horses huddled near the outskirts of camp, fingers skimming over coats as you moved. Even as a young girl, you loved animals, and moments like these reminded you of being back on the homestead, careless with adventure in your soul.

The past few weeks had been hard, and finding moments like these was all you had left.

As had been expected, the group of outlaws didn’t always need your medical skills. You had continued your duties, albeit with reluctance, caring for Stark and any other wounds that arrived at your tent. There was only so much time you could spend sorting herbs and folding bandages before the thoughts took over.

One of the first lessons you learned was to never stay idle; always keep your hands busy. There was no more whiskey to drown out the memories. Instead, only hard work silenced your mind. You would push your body to the point of exhaustion, so when you found yourself alone in your tent, only the sound of your own heartbeat was present. You would stitch the wounds, clean the clothes, and brush the horses. Wanda, one of the other women in the camp, had allowed you to help with cooking, mindlessly stirring stew pots and gutting rabbits.

You moved like a ghost through the camp – you were there but also not at all. The desire to work until exhaustion stemmed not only from a desire to drown out the memories, but also from a fear of Stark's threats. You were too afraid to consider what would happen if you were deemed too useless to keep around. You could feel the men watching you like hawks, waiting for the slightest slip in your movements.

There were good days when Steve would try his hardest to make you smile, when Sam would bring you herbs, or when Wanda would help you wash the dishes and the two of you would laugh together. But sometimes there were bad days and nightmares that plagued your nights. You would find yourself staring at the canvas of your tent for hours, catatonic, as the sun rose and fell. On those days, you would think of Charlotte and Crowley. You would picture their twisted, slouched bodies and the blood-stained saloon floors. Sometimes, you would think of your uncle. You would recall how the bull had blinked his thick eyelashes, oblivious to his fate, before your cousin put a bullet into his skull. You would think of the clients, twisted, nasty men with pinching, bruising fingers.

Most of all, you would think of your father. The unknown was what undid you most.

Bucky would bring you food, and sometimes Wanda would too. The redhead woman, whom you had come to know as Nat, would drag you from the cot and scream in your face, hoping to elicit a reaction on the days you did not move at all. She would leave in a huff as you stared blankly, having not even flinched when she threatened to strike you with a raised hand.

Those were the worst days – the days where nothing mattered at all.

You rested your brow against the neck of Bucky’s horse, the one you had grown most familiar with. The ears of the stocky gelding twitched at the sound of movement, and the herd behind you shifted in place. You sighed quietly, tilting your head as Bucky came into view.

Even if Bucky had kept his promise to watch over you, the two of you had barely spoken. You would occasionally exchange good mornings and good nights, perhaps a brief thank you, but nothing more. The days of tucking yourselves away in The Diamondback's upstairs were long gone, as were the hours of meaningful conversation. All of those words were lost to the wind, a mere ghost of what once was.

In your brief moments of clarity, you would wonder if any of it was ever real and if the stories and feelings he spilled were anything more than deception. Bucky's role had become clear after watching the outlaws' dynamic. He would scout out towns with Sam and Steve to gather as much information as they could. They would con whores with their good looks and charms and buy drinks for the loud-mouthed men. Then, when they knew enough, they would strike, wiping the whole town clean and leaving bloodshed in their wake. You could not tell if any of it had been genuine, but you frequently found yourself yearning for the rugged man's affections.

Bucky now had a bale of hay perched on one shoulder, his broad chest free of a shirt, and suspenders dangling down by his hips. Even though the morning was cool in comparison to the scorch of the midday sun, a sheen of sweat had developed across his skin, with his longer hair sticking to the side of his neck. You took a moment to shamelessly stare at the side of his face as he lowered the hay to the ground, watching the muscles under his stubbled jaw tense as he noticed your gaze.

You averted your eyes, pressing your brow again to his gelding's neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you tangled your fingers through his mane.

“Still ignorin’ me?” Dirt crunches beneath Bucky’s feet as he approaches, his voice echoing into the silence. You peer out at him, watching as his strong hands stroke down the gelding's face.

“Can’t a girl get some peace?” You question him with a sigh. His brows furrow as he finally locks his gaze on you, and a quick, harsh laugh escapes him.

“Peace? I think you’ve had a whole ‘lotta peace these past weeks.” He remarks, his voice cold. “I ain’t never seen those boys more respectful, sittin’ ‘round waitin’ for you to get over whatever this is.” His hands motioned back to the camp of outlaws.

“Whatever this is?” You repeat his words with a scoff. While still petting the gelding, the outlaw gives you a hard look as the animal happily leans into his touch.

“I know you’re upset, hell, I would be too. But ya can’t keep goin’ on like this, sweetheart.” Bucky's voice is as concerned as it is cold. You understand his worries but can’t find the heart to believe in his sincerity.

“You’re a liar.” You finally speak up, your voice small and weak. Your attention shifts to the mane in front of you, your fingers combing through the strands as Bucky raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“A liar?” He asks, sidestepping so he is next to you. Your eyes remained fixed forward, and your heart thundered in your chest. You had stopped crying weeks ago, guilt and shame giving way to emptiness, so why did you feel like crying at that moment? Maybe it was being under his scrutinizing gaze, or maybe you were truly broken.

“You told me…” You mutter, turning to face him as you fight back tears. “You told me you didn’t hurt innocent people. On that day we met, when you told me you wouldn’t hurt me.”

With a long, frustrated exhale, Bucky runs a hand over his face. “If you’re blamin’ me for what happened to your friends… I am sorry for what happened, but it weren’t me who shot ‘em.”

“Weren’t you…” You mutter with a shake of your head. “But it was your friends, weren’t it? It was you and your friends who killed how many innocent townsfolk? And now you just sit around and laugh like nothin’ happened?”

“Half those folk weren’t all that innocent from what you told me.” Bucky comments callously. “And those boys in camp are my family. Hell, they might be cruel bastards, but they’re all I have, sweetheart.”

You scoff at his words, spinning around to march off, but Bucky moves faster. His hands grasp your wrists, gently but tight enough to keep you in place. You cower backwards, pressing your back against the gelding's side, who stands firm.

“Now you listen, darlin’,” Bucky starts, head tilted to look down at you. “I ain’t saying they’re good men, I am saying they’re all I have. You think if I went into a town lookin’ for work that any of those rich bastards would hire me? You think that when I was starvin’ on the streets as a child that anyone looked out for me? Nah. But those boys…those boys did. There’s no point in leavin’ folk who I know will look out for me.”

You remain rigid, eyes cast down as you listen, shame and guilt still burning in your chest. You feel your composure begin to crack as the final wall you had built crumbles, a few tears sliding down your cheeks as you feverishly try to blink them away. Even if you screamed or sobbed, you knew that nothing would make you feel better. So many times in your life had you been left with a hole inside of you, a darkness where light had once resided. Now it felt as if only that darkness was left – a swirling void of grief and loneliness.

Only when Bucky’s thumb smooths over the skin of your wrist do you look up, his grip releasing, and he frustratedly runs a hand through his brunet hair. Looking at him leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

How many times in your life had you been here? Another existence spent alone among unfamiliar people? You watch the outlaw's movements with your fingers curled into a tight fist, he was grumbling and righteous as if he had not torn your entire world apart a few weeks earlier. For so long, you had experienced a sense of emptiness and numbness. There had been nothingness; only now were you reminded that there was another type of feeling festering within you.

It was there when your father abandoned you and when the bull killed your uncle, and it was there again now. Every time the men sneered and circled, every time Nat gave you a dirty look, and especially every time Bucky rode away to go coning, you could feel it. You would stare up at your tent canvas and feel that mania crawling beneath your skin. It was not just the images of Charlotte's bodies sprawled across the stairs that triggered it; you had been carrying around a rotting feeling ever since you were a young girl.

You were unable to place it; instead, it took the form of the crashing of piano keys in your head, the rumbling of a stampeding herd, or even a wildfire devouring everything in its path. As it clawed at your skull and throat, pleading and screaming to be let out, you feared you would no longer be able to block out its cries.

“I had a family once.” You grit out through bared teeth, Bucky watches cautiously as you take a step back. “‘til they all died or abandoned me. So I did what you did – I found a new family. Those girls had darkness in their souls, that place was evil, and we all suffered because of it.”

Your chin lifts as you begin to circle the outlaw, your hands trembling as you grow unsure if you are ready to cry or scream. “Then you took that from me, and what, you expected me to be grateful? To forgive your beloved family after they murdered my friend? Murdered my family?”

Bucky’s gaze holds steady as you pause in front of him, squeezing and unsqueezing your fist as you dig further with your resentful words. “And now you act so righteous, like everythin’ you do is right, that you and your friends are so much better. You act like I am weaker than you folk because I have a heart.”

With your finger pressed to your chest to emphasize your point, you stalk towards Bucky while tilting your head up to face him. His chest rises and falls unevenly as he stares down at you, unmoving. “You took everythin’ from me.”

As you hiss out the words, Bucky’s eyes narrow. You watch as his eyes dance, scanning your face with an irritated expression.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, his voice lower than normal. You can feel the vowels as they rumble in his chest, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “I have apologised, and if you want me to apologise every day, I will. What I can’t do is kill my friends, what I can’t do is take you back to that damn saloon. You think after everythin’ you told me about those bad men, I would let ya go back? Nah, sweetheart. That ain’t how it works.”

“You say that like you wouldn’t have left me there if Stark hadn’t been hurt.” You snarl at him, and the outlaw visibly rolls his eyes.

“What do ya want me to do? Tell me. You want me to get on my knees and beg for you?” He asks, his words grinding out in frustration.

“I want…” You begin, but pause. Did you want to sob, scream, shoot the vicious outlaws, flee, or go back to that depraved saloon? Did you want to punish Bucky for what he had done? There was so much anger inside of you, yet sometimes you felt it had no purpose at all. Sometimes all you wanted was to be held, to have something to fill the emptiness inside of you. Bucky hadn’t killed Charlotte; Parker had. Yet could you forgive him for standing by and following orders mindlessly?

You couldn’t find the words, instead stalling with a scowl as your levels of frustration rose. You so desperately wanted something to make this all better, but you were unsure if you would ever know what it was until after it happened. You blink back tears, teeth grinding as you shift in place, thwarted for the moment.

“God, I ain’t never seen you like this…” Bucky speaks into the tense silence, his hand reaching to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “So riled up, it’s…”

“And what do you want me to be like?” You gaze up at him with a hard look, your voice close to a hiss. “Ya want me to be a sweet, docile lady, a whore that opens her legs at your command?”

You draw your face closer to his, watching as his pupils dilate, jaw muscles tensing beneath your gaze. “You’re a bastard, a sick, twisted bastard. I want back the man I first met – the one who would tell me sad stories and stack double my rate on the dresser. I want the man who was kind and gentle and who would protect me instead of hurtin’ me.”

Bucky’s thumb traces along your lower lip; a shudder runs down your spine, yet you do not pull away.

“I can be that for you, darlin’. If you give me the chance.” Bucky whispers; his voice is guttural and strained. Your palm comes to rest on his chest, and the muscles beneath twitch under your touch. With heavy-lidded eyes, you feel the energy wash off him in waves, pent-up and ravenous.

His large hands found your waist, and for a moment, there were no thoughts, no emptiness, and no anger. There was only him, his hot breath, and his hands against the fabric of your dress. Selfishly, for a moment, you forget all that has happened.

Only as Bucky’s head dips in a desperate plea to capture his lips with yours do you react, using your palm to push yourself free from his touch. Bucky pants, as if wounded, and you stalk back a few paces.

There was a dangerous line between hate and desire, and you were deathly aware of how closely you toed it. You could not let what had happened between you or speculation about what it could have become blind you. You realized that you were grieving not only those you had lost, but also those who might have been. You mourned who Bucky could have been to you; you mourned the outlaw you met that first day. But the worst part was that, as much as you grieved, he was never real in the first place. Now, there was only the present, and you knew if you were to survive, you would have to grow a thicker skin.

“I don’t forgive you.” You mutter bitterly and are met with an irritated growl.

“I didn’t expect anythin’ different.”

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tysmmm again, so much love to you! so sorry for the rambles but i hope you enjoyed the random snippet. this response got so long, i'm so sorry bahahah. but i honestly appreciate you sm.

#tysm <3 #asks #literally so much yapping im sorry #also a snippet for fun #me & the devil

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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AITA for still being pissed at my friend for listening to AI porn?

cw for non-consensual porn

a couple months ago my friend (15F) and I (14F) were talking about her crush on a video game character, and she told me that she had listened to audio porn made using the character's voice

i told her that was shitty because the voice actor hadn't consented for her voice to be used for porn, and my friend realised (bc somehow she hadn't thought of it before) that what she had done was shitty

earlier this week I took part in a debate, and spoke about the damage AI can do to people, specifically when it comes to deepfaked or AI-created porn - and it just kind of hit me that someone who I hang out with regularly, who I would consider a friend, used AI porn

since then I've been reconsidering how I feel about her, and even whether I can still be her friend in good conscience, because what she did REALLY goes against my principles - if somebody who wasn't my friend had done the same thing, I would probably have been furious, and completely rethought my opinion of the person

i talked to my best friend, who's also friends with this person, about it, and they said that since she apologised when I told her and she realised it was harmful, she probably just didn't think her actions through (which is common for this person, she has fwb relationships on discord, with people our age, ie minors, which include sending and receiving nudes - that also gives me a bad feeling but not as bad as the ai porn thing)

despite that my best friend thinks I'm being too harsh (they didn't say exactly that but it was pretty clear) I'm still really pissed off, and I'm rethinking whether I want to stay friends with this person

additional complicating factors: we're in a lot of classes together next year, so it would be very awkward if we stopped being friends. also, she's the kind of person who constantly asks us if we're mad at her or secretly hate her, or if we're going to leave her, and she would definitely be upset if she knew how I felt

ugh. this is way too long. i really hope she doesn't see this bc she does have tumblr 😭😭

tl;dr: one of my friends listened to AI audio porn made using a voice actor's voice, and doing a debate speech about deepfake porn recently made me realise that I'm really not okay with that

my best friend thinks I'm being too harsh, but AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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glitterarygetsit · 6 months ago

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ok ok instant rewatch of the relevant scenes - reposting because the cut didn’t work for my wall o’spoilers

Eddie’s confession: noting that after Christopher, the first person he says he lied to is Buck 👀 👀 👀

“you can even take Eddie” “really?” FORESHADOWING

buck needing to be reminded that tommy is gay because everyone is hot to him hashtag just bisexual things 🩷💜💙

HIMBO BUCK CONFIRMED

genuinely this is one of the funniest things that’s ever happened on this show

“How many men did Abby turn gay” - Abby sleep with Eddie next challenge and get this over with

Can I also just say. I love Josh’s pre- vs post-Glee speech. Not to be an old lady yelling at a cloud but even growing up in the early 2000s, when we were starting to get a little bit of rep—Gen Z has no idea. It’s a COMPLETELY different world.

I also really like how Tommy lying to Abby parallels Michael and Athena. I don’t love how close the show comes to completely condoning stealth queer folks lying to an unwitting partner for convenience but like. you cannot conceive of how different the world was, just as I can’t fully conceive of how different it was in the 80s. the 2000s seem like they were recent but the change is enormous.

Ugh I hate Eddie’s constant no homo thing. YES HOMO.

Isn’t the point of confessionals that what happens in the confessional stays in the confessional? literally no-one in this show has any professional ethics

Man this show really loves putting children in pipes huh? but also like MAJOR callback to the well episode. We Know Something LGBTQ+ Is Gonna Happen Today. further professional ethics failures.

uh huh i bet he shared his spumoni with you buck

what even is spumoni

oh it’s a creamy fruity treat 🍨 yeah he definitely shared that 👀

SELF-IDENTIFIED HIMBO BUCK

Tommy realising that if Buck is half Abby’s age… he would also have been half Tommy’s age at the time…

Groaned OUT LOUD when Buck was like “and we have that right [to get married] because of the brave people who came before” BUCK YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD FUCKING ALLY 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ he’s so embarrassing

Tommy like are you breaking up with me? UNO REVERSE BITCH

God everything hitting Tommy at once—realising he’s always known he was on borrowed time, that he needs to get out before he gets too badly hurt. on the other hand tommy you’re an idiot and you need to give buck more credit.

Tommy thinks he understands where Buck’s at because he’s gay and all his relationships with women were lies. But excited as Buck is, he’s not gay—his relationships with women were real! Abby was his “oh shit, next one could be For Real” relationship. The gender doesn’t matter! That’s how bisexuality works!! I really hope Buck gets to talk about that in later episodes.

Holy shit Eddie dancing scene sure is something. I love that they gave Ryan that chance even if it’s cheesy as hell. Also. THIGHS. BUTT. FUCKING THE COUCH ARE YOU KIDDING ME. gays we’re reclaiming couch-fucking jd vance doesn’t get to keep that one.

Eddie opening the door to Buck, seeing him devastated—he’s GOTTA know. And he doesn’t stop smiling. He takes the beer. He looks at it. He looks at Buck. He looks back at the beer, like “why not?” AND THEN THEY BOTH SIT ON THE COUCH HE WAS JUST WRITHING ON

and BUCK IS ALREADY DRINKING

holding the bottle straight like it’s a dick

AND

JUST

SECONDS

LATER

EDDIE OPENS HIS OWN BOTTLE

AND STARTS SUCKING IT OFF

🌈🔥💕👀❤️🌈🔥🍆🏳️‍🌈🔥🎉🏳️‍🌈💖🎉🏳️‍🌈🍆🔥🏳️‍🌈✨💖🌈👀🏳️‍🌈✨🔥🌈🏳️‍🌈👀💖🍆🍆💦🌈🔥💕🥰💖💕🌈👀💕🎉🍆💖✨🔥🌈💖

#buddie #i am going INSANE #911 abc

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milflewis · 1 year ago

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trick or treaaaat ❤️ - also a glass of milk for ur hangover🥛

It isn’t until 2017 that Sebastian has a problem with Michael flirting with Lewis.

Michael isn’t at the track for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. He doesn’t go to many of the races anymore. He hears about it from Niki.

Sebastian calls him after he has seen the data. He’s gone all quiet, voice distorted like he is pressing the phone against his mouth.

It takes Michael a minute to understand what is going on.

“So you’re saying Lewis has forgiven you?”

An inhale. “Yes.”

“Okay. So. Why are you still upset?”

A harsh exhale. “Because he forgave me!”

“Right.”

And then: "I still don't get it."

Another exhale, breath whooshing. The sound comes out all crackly. It is the most defeated Sebastian has ever sounded. "He just — you had to see him. His face. I hurt him when I said those things. That he brake-tested. To him, it was worse I said this, I think. Worse than hitting into him."

Michael had dismissed Lewis when he first properly met him. He had noticed how fast he was, how quick on the corners and the way he managed his tires, and thought: huh. He'd then had a conversation with him, a handful of years later, and well — Michael has never really enjoyed looking in the mirror now has he? That gets boring fast.

But he's not — like Michael that is. Not completely. Not overwhelmingly. Just enough of himself that he's interesting.

Lewis doesn't like being accused of cheating. He's not the cleanest of drivers by far, even if he has tightened up his act in recent years. Michael doesn't have a line — or so he's been told. He never really thought about it before they shoved a microphone in his face and asked him to justify racing that everyone could be doing if they wanted to.

Michael exists on the extremes, threading the edges of things.

Lewis does not. Lewis cannot.

Michael isn't sure exactly what that line is - where the things he does starts and where the things he does not do ends - but he knows that inside Lewis there is a carefully bound book that has been read over and over, and written on its cover in Lewis's blocky handwriting is: RULES.

Being accused of cheating would be one terrible thing to Lewis. Being accused of cheating by Sebastian would be quite another.

From the sounds of it, Sebastian is starting to realise that Lewis considers him his Mika.

"I hurt him," Sebastian says, sounding very small. "I've never done that before. I didn't know I could."

"Yeah," Michael says, because he has nothing left to say but Sebastian is leaving space for him to speak. "You can. You're one of the few who can."

"And then he just forgave me! Like that! I said sorry and I said I was wrong and I said — other things — and he looked at me with The Face." Sebastian curses. "The only thing he says — listen to me now, Michael — the only thing — the one thing, he says is: are you going to tell everyone this?"

Michael hums. He kicks off his runners and stretches out his toes.

"And I say: yes, of course. I was waiting to talk to you. But I will. I was going to. And he just — ugh! He just smiles at me and -"

"Forgives you?"

"This is not funny."

Michael rolls his eyes, grinning. "Okay."

"It's not! He — fuck's sake. What am I supposed to do with this? That's all it took. All. Nothing at all. I want to break something. What do I do?"

Michael shrugs even though Sebastian cannot see him. "You love him. This is what Mika told me."

Sebastian is very quiet for a long moment. Michael would think he hung up on him if not for the sound of his breathing.

"Mika," he says eventually, voice strange. "Right. I forgot about your Thing with Lewis."

Michael doesn't say anything.

"You have to be careful with him, Michael. You have to. Promise me. This matters."

Michael rolls his eyes again. He thinks about telling Sebastian that a person only has enough room in their body for one Mika and Michael isn't Lewis's, and Lewis isn't Michael's, so it is okay. Michael can only do so much damage. He thinks about telling him that he made Lewis laugh — actually full belly, bent over double laugh — and Lewis's hand was warm and heavy on his shoulder. He snorted at the end, hiccuping, and it was a ridiculous sound for a person to make. Michael can't wait to hear it again. He thinks about telling him that sometimes he is the fifth, sixth — tenth — person that Lewis notices when he walks into a crowded room. Michael dreads the day that he isn't seen at all.

"I know," he goes with instead.

"Promise me." Sebastian sounds almost angry.

Michael looks at the ceiling. You're so young, he thinks.

"Promise," he says.

#pls don’t tell me u actually drink milk for hangovers what is this sex offender behaviour #michael/lewis #trick or treat ask game #Finally getting around to these lmao #one! braincell bestie

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baejax-the-great · 11 months ago

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Hi! I just wanted to combat that anon (fuck them btw) and say I ADORE your fics.

I’ve plagued everyone to tears in my life over broken oaths and water in the dawn. Your premises never fail to go hard asf. And your prose? It absolutely baffles me how you write so fast when the quality is just next level, and your characterisation of patrochilles? Ugh it scratches such an itch in my brain, you just Get Them.

I recently logged into my ao3 to read sweet victory and realised most of your fics have availability set to logged in users only. Omg I was like a kid on christmas. I have so much reading to do!!!

Your work is incredible, and brings me so much joy. Have a great day!

Hey, thank you! (but also don't worry about that anon. Pretty sure I know who that is and they have a very weak understanding of appropriate behavior (or how to get under my skin for that matter))

Patrochilles crawled into my brain and sleeps there. Prior to them, I can't say I had much interest in Greek myth. I played Hades, someone suggested I read tsoa, I read the Iliad, became obsessed with Ajax somewhere in the middle of that, and two years later, here we are (366k words on the archive???). I like to joke that the muses still wake up every few years and target a random person with "Okay, it's your turn to make sure his glory is eternal like we promised" and then go back to sleep. And possibly the one I got was confused and hit me with the Ajax beam, too.

I also think when Troy (2004) came out, the muses had to work overtime to fix that egregious error

I'm mostly joking. I tend to think of these Greek heroes as the OG comic book characters. Over the years, so many authors have taken a crack at them with their own biases, preferences, and interpretations. Some shit gets retconned. Some new stuff gets canonized. People debate over it. Except those debates end up on jstor instead of reddit or twitter or whatever.

Obviously, though, as one of the current people writing about these guys, I'm right and my cultural biases have no role in influencing my perfect understanding of their characters (/s).

It was interesting going from Hades game, where Patroclus is so snarky and dry, to the Iliad, where when he finally speaks, it's to literally cry with tears streaming down his face to Achilles. I was thinking to myself, well, I'm fine with Supergiant inventing this part of him and I'll keep it for myself. And then he had the best trash talk of all the Achaeans. I had actually put my book down to text a friend "the trash talk in this book absolutely sucks; humans clearly didn't have that down yet" and then the next line was Patroclus telling everyone to shut the fuck up because he was with me on that one. And then he wrecks Hector's shit verbal-style while blind and dying. Love that guy.

Anyway this is all to say many interpretations are good! Except for Troy (2004) and the one where Achilles considered Patroclus his mommy. It's cool to see how people take small details from a 3k yo book and turn it into full characterizations. Less cool to learn just how badly Ajax's original story got warped. I'm super happy these guys inspired me to write so much in the past couple years and that the fandom has honestly been one of the most interesting and engaged that I've come across.

As for the archive-lock, I tend to keep my active WIPs open to guest readers and then lock them after they've been finished for a little while. It's probably not terribly effective, but my hope is this limits some of the constant scraping being done of the archive.

#honestly patchilles fandom is the best #for all that I've been curmudgeonly this week #patchilles fandom made me think I might be capable of publishing a real book #they were wrong but that kind of support is just incredible

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wid0wd · 1 month ago

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five times kissed

five times kissed: ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

ONE.

dimension z doesn't feel like home, zolandia even less and it's got very little to do with these guys looking like cartoonish version of experiments, natasha supposes. this was supposed to be a quick op - get jaime back, stop this madness, return ian to his family. how she's ended up back in this predicament is something she'd rather not linger for too long on, last she needs is to realise that burning these bridges and operating in the dark is doing nothing useful. she doesn't know how gets to even get an ounce of sleep in this situation, with the outer circle breathing on his neck and this revolutionary nonsene happening all at the same time. natasha's gaze is set on the new arm, holographic like colors shining lightly as robotic limb stays comfortably over her shoulder. he doesn't even have to open his eyes to figure out the gears in her head haven't really stopped running since coming here - ending up sharing a bed is the last of her worries right now; then he just has to ask again: do you trust me? and honestly does she? debatable, but this sort of conversation would be a whole lot harder if soldat had taken over again ... and natasha is not one to spit on rare blessings. "always," nose brushes against his jaw when she turns on her side, lips meeting his halfway. he's always had a way with her, she just hopes it all works out in the end.

TWO.

natasha takes sparring very seriously. general training too, always hitting the gym at least once a day to keep her muscles in place. thing is, she's starting to think bucky is trying to distract her on purpose. "okay, if you're gonna be a jerk about this then we're done." she's supposedly annoyed, though there's a smile tugging at her lips that so obviously gives away how amused she is by sudden shenanigans. "and you're making me win on purpose. put some respect on my skillset," so back they go to the sparring mat - one, two, three, four hits ... and she's back on the ground, legs pinning her on each side. "you're a menace," light hearted giggle leaves her lips as head turns, bucky chasing her lips with a mission all of his own. "ugh, just finish me off already, will you?"

THREE.

thing is, natalia's always known this was going to happen. there had been signs, they just pretended not to notice in favour of fleeting moments of false normalcy ( nothing of what happened to them was normal ) that made them feel human. the agents of department x have always treated jaime as nothing short of an animal, with those restraints and the muzzle - natalia hates them, in hear dreams she's putting bullets right in between their eyes and not feeling a single bit of remorse about it. screaming and pleading does nothing to help her cause, yet she's never felt so much grief all together. "<i'm so sorry,>" the widows headmistress sent to get her pull no punches, their grip on her arms will certainly leave bruises. "<i love you, i'm so sorry.>" her body hurts from straining from grasp, and natalia knows that this is just another test - they want to see if she's far too gone to be reinstated in the program. well, to hell with them. lips crash against his, heart sinking at the already set unresponsiveness on his part. she hates the words, hates what they do to her jaime. "<i'll find you again, i promise.>"

FOUR.

days off are hard to come by, every moment spent in the four walls of the apartment they only recently started to call home is sacred. natasha's eyes are still closed when a whiff of fried bacon makes its way to the bedroom. seems today's going to be savory breakfast ... more like brunch once she notices the time. "how kind of you to let me oversleep," she announces once fuzzy socks cladded feet pad to the kitchen area, not really sure whether it's meant for jaime or the cats. liho wastes no time running at her feet, tail gently gripping around her ankles in sign of greeting. alpine is still quiet these days - mostly still a bit shaken from the attac and her newfound balance as a one eyed cat. natasha reaches out to pet her as free hand grabs liho, the black cat quickly nestling on her lap once natasha is sitting at the kitchen table. "oh you made my favourite," soft smile on lips when she looks up, brow quickly quirking up. "you forgot something though," a pause for theatrics. "i believe you haven't yet paid your morning kiss tax."

FIVE.

blame it on the thrill of a successfully run mission, but natalia's not going to waste a spare moment for themselves just because they won't stay at the extraction point for too long. "another one," her lips turn into a small pout, lashes batting slowly - she's the portrait of a brattily executed plead. one more kiss, soft at first then growing in passion because she always gets what she wants in the end. "another one," she asks breathlessly, new found determination in her eyes. they're definitely going to another one all the way to bed at this rate. it's not lost on her how his knee slips in between her thighs, always knowing what she's thinking about before even having to say it. "careful there, you'll regret it." the zipper of her catsuit is already going down, natalia can practically taste what's going to happen next. hand gently runs through wavy strands then settles against his cheek. "on your knees, sergeant."

#answered.#rvolut1on #your honor i love them

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zeenmrala · 2 years ago

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after three months the bitch is back!!!!

weird stream of consciousness update below the cut

during my hiatus i completely dropped out of my star wars fixation which was insanely weird because ive been deep in it for over two years. it threw me tf off because i became fixated on an old white man from a horror movie franchise instead????? i loved him when i was like 14 but didn't realise why i was so into him like i remember being young and attracted to this stupid man and being mad at myself for not being able to stop thinking about him and being so confused about it. but then i recently rewatched the movies and it hit me that bitch iM THIRSTING FOR HIM and now im not only writing fic for him but SMUT for an OLD WHITE MAN. HUMAN MAN!!! HUMAN!!!! who would ever think we'd see the day when lil moonie was writing for a HUMAN instead of an alien???????? not ME!!!! i know some of y'all saw my ao3 updates and were like tf is happening??? bitch idk either. im just horny ig.

anyway.

im back. again. now the heat from the white man obsession is cooling off slightly im back dabbling in the sw universe again, mainly space gays, my oc mimi being a lil lesbian whore. maul is on my mind again, always. and ofc wolfwren my pretty little lesbian emo girls UGH. i read the britney memoir and the inspo and motivation for mimi has returned so maybe ill play more with her and my OCs and the mimiverse in general ahhhhh

otherwise, im still broke!!! still mentally ill!!!!! nothing much else has changed except im kicking ass with recovery and will be discharged from services soon (yay me!)

im gonna be way less serious with fandom and not get as obsessive about it moving forward so expect a stupid amount of shit posting and any drama will be immediately curb stomped (blocked). and i will be less weird about everything (hopefully) but just as unhinged (definitely)

lol happy halloween happy november happy fall remember to prepare yourself for S.A.D season honey, it's here and the depression is ready to strike

love u

#moonie talks #beepboopweewoo

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datoneboardedguy · 2 years ago

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Avatar: Legend of Korra Fanfiction - Korra x OC Male Reader.

(DISCLAIMER’S: I DON’T OWN THE LEGEND OF KORRA IP OR IT’S CHARACTERS! & THIS IS A NON CANON FANFICTION THAT ISN’T CONSTRAINED BY THE LIMITATIONS OF THE OFFICIAL AVATAR LOK CANON & ANY ATTEMPT’S TO SILENCE THIS FANFIC IS A BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY FREE SPEECH RIGHT’S!)

Arthur note: I’m gonna try a multi chapter story, let me know if you think about it in the comments.

Chapter 1: The Dahlia

Third POV:

It’s an average day in the Southern Water Tribe Korra was just Identified as the next Avatar & the young water bender was as happy as ever with this recent development. Korra & her parents goes into town for supplies, as they were shopping Korra goes across the street to play with the local neighbourhood water bending kids. They stop playing dead in their tracks as soon as Korra shows up knowing that Korra’s the Avatar & kids being kids they start making fun of & picks on her for being different.

Korra’s POV:

“I haven’t done anything wrong to them, why are they being soo mean?!” Korra thought to himself. I then hear a crack about me being stupid looking Avatar I then angrily spat out “OH THAT’S IT!” I immediately started water bending a ring of snow balls orbiting around me, standing at the ready. As their ringleader started bending her own snow balls she’s suddenly hit in the head by a brown mud ball & everyone is confused on what she’s hit with, until she realises & says out loud “T-that’s not mud!..” then i just drop to the ground holding my stomach bursting out into laughter prompting the other kids to start snickering & laughing at their dung covered bully ring leader. She then runs away in embarrassment & disgust, then her entourage simply walked away still snickering at what happened. I then up to where the dung came from only to see a boy around my age sitting on a roof next to a large pile of dung I gleefully smiled & tell him “Thanks for the entertainment!” He stands up & reply’s “Oh I should be the one thanking you, ..for being the perfect distraction.” I scoffed & say “DISTRACTION?!..” “What can I say? Those bullies found you very Distractible.” “Ugh, whatever.” “You want to play Tag?” “Sure!” “Awesome, before we start I’m Y/N!” “I’m Korra, the Mighty Avatar!..” “Alright Korra, now since you’re the ‘Mighty Avatar’ you’re IT first!” He says as he sprints from roof to roof, I chase him from the ground I easily catch up with him & tag him he quickly comments “sh%t!” & starts chasing me. I easily air bend to leap away from him, causing him to get frustrated at my “superior totally natural skills” & he tries to catch up with me by attempting to make the same jump I just made without any bending & halfway across his eyes widened as he started to fall down to his death. I then acted on instinct & jump down to catch him use my Airbending to cushion our fall, we both just lie there in the snow next to each other staring at the sky both panting from exhaustion & Y/N simply pants out “You Airbending Cheater are ..so IT!” We both just started laughing for a moment then I heard my parents calling my name, we get up & I tell him “I have to go now otherwise my parents will kill me!” “It’s okay, I also gotta get back home too before my mum kills me.” “Well it’s nice meeting you, catch ya later Y/N!” “See you later ..Mighty Avatar!”

Y/N’s POV:

I’m running across rooftops to get home it’s starting to get late since the Sun’s going down, as I get home it’s already night time & as I reach out to knock on the front door it drifts open showing the house has been broken into & ransacked. I run in to check to see if mums okay only to find her collapsing onto the floor bleeding from her throat choking on her blood, i rush to try & help her cover her throat but she stops breathing & stops moving. My eyes widened at the realisation that she was gone & started rapidly breathing & my eyes started welling up with tears then I heard a voice outside shouting “GUARD’S! HELP! MURDER!” & before I knew it my house was raided by tribesmen & surrounded me pulling me away then knocks me out cold.

Third person POV:

Guard: “Oh spirits, he’s just killed his own mother!..” & they soon dragged him off to jail..

End of part 1.

#male reader #avatar #avatar korra #avatar legend of korra #korra x reader #avatar lok #fanfic #oc #original character #murder mystery

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sqtorux · 11 months ago

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🫁 hello friend! i only have one (1) thing due tonight so i fully caught up on your works as a means of procrastinating <3 this ask is only about your two most recent posts for the sake of brevity + not spending too much time since i promised myself to get back on the grind after sending this lmao

‘fuzzy menace’ … my favourite thing is asking you to guess my fav parts even though 1) you’re never given an opportunity to guess and 2) it’s always the same characters. anyways it’s nanami and toji.

“what’s this gentleman doing on my side of the bed i wonder?” fdkshfds ,,, great start tbh and it’s SO NANAMI. nanami tends to be (understandably!) portrayed very seriously, so seeing a more playful (albeit still stoic) side of him here was a pleasure <3 he sounds a little teasing too ?? my lord. the first line is obvi my fav but “absolutely. how outrageous.” is a close second !! short but sweet, and his voice is so strong through out it <3 look at my man watch him go!

toji is the complete opposite in energy and i fw it so much. reader and toji are always giving each other soo much shit (even if on this occasion it’s predominantly him). the switch from toji to bald toji is so … it’s so him but it was truly awful to witness. i have 1 (many) fear(s) and it’s my fav character getting hit with the jason todd special (ugly haircuts. usually a buzzcut.) toji is realising my worst nightmare rn.”fuck does he think he is smirking like that on your bed” he’s so dumb LMAO. look at that little hypocrite go.

‘look at you go’. guess my fav parts. one day i’m going to make you guess and not tell you and comment on every individual piece. it’s suguru and toji.

now is it any surprise i’m in love with suguru … “can you dance again for me princess?” i’m not even big on pet names but lordy lord hello saviour. fun fact but i LOVE dancing even though i haven’t taken lessons since i was 13 (i’ve been considering picking it back up ?? i’m not sure though, i feel like since i’m an adult it’s too late to get back into old hobbies i’ve fallen out of and take lessons, yk? plus it's so expensive ...) having that shit recorded would be mortifying i don’t blame reader in these pieces at all. “you’ll keep asking if i give in just once” to “then you can give in again and again yeah?” kill me RIGHT NOW. oh my lord. i would give in too.

sorry i would write on toji but !! ugh my brain is fried. you can probably tell since there’s a lot of personal interjections this time ,,, also suguru has been haunting my brain the past week. i want to write something for him so bad but i’ve had no ideas ?? it’s so annoying. also i’ve been too busy with schoolwork to sit down and write anything

looking back. god this ask is so long.

RAHHH ITS LUNG ANON

you're ... reading,, my shit.. during a break... THATS A HUGE HONOUR GR breaks are for only the most enjoyable stuff bc it's limited and the impeding doom of working awaits but you chose to read the stuff here omfg i will scream at your face (lovingly).

if you made me guess your faves id always go with the big three (suguru, nanami and toji) bc i know you like wdym anon we've known each other since our uterus debutation obviously.

ALSO YOU DANCE let's gooo!!! i do too and just like you, i haven't danced in a while but im broke as fuck so im self taught filming covers back in those days ah. hobbies as an adult are so hard for real, adulting is hard where is the return ticket i would like to be a tween again i know what to do this time. i think.

maybe when your workload becomes a little lighter you could type out the suguru thoughts plaguing your mind ;)

#🫁 anon

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hepbaestus · 2 years ago

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Thoughts on Robots (2005)

I've got an essay to write and read papers for, so why not watch a film that I loved as a kid? Join me in my thoughts on Robots (2005)

This one's a long one so strap in.

I only learnt fairly recently that it's fucking Ewan McFuckingGregor voicing the protagonist in this film.

I watched this film so much as a kid and I didn't realise? How the fuck did I get into university?

RIP blue sky

Even the pigeons are robots

He's so happy about being a dad

The doors the shape of a lightbulb

The saxophone at "making a babies the fun part" how saucy

"I don't need to see the directions" every person ever with IKEA manuals

Rodney Copperbottom. What a name.

"this won't hurt a bit son" oh my fucking god

Hand-me-downs from cousin Jeffrey? What happened to him?

That poor drum

Oh god Bigweld's voice brings back memories and TIM. TINY TIM

The door's kinda creepy

That lil robot with the plate is me

This is where shit hits the fan I think, I don't remember

Fucking hell that really is Ewan McGregor

The small kid in a big city feeling, that's me whenever I'm in London

IS THAT FUCKING ROBIN WILLIAMS as Pinwheel Fender??? (Just looked it up and it is oml)

Pinwheel needs his money

Fucking tinman from wizard of Oz?

The garbled talking down a microphone ugh

My travel sick body would not be able to handle any of the trip to Bigweld Industry

It's always the small seemingly sweet ones that are so mean

Oh god it's him. It's Ratchet - I remember having a crush on him (this really foreshadowed my future fictional crushes - almost all of them being either the villain or just arrogant in a hot way)

Nice, eye of the Tiger playing

Oh no

Oopie. Falling through a window

The magnetisation of Rodney is dragging everything with him

So many layers to the city

Ooooo Underground by Tom Waits 1983, this song brings back memories. I do prefer the movie's cover (as expected)

The break time being literal seconds

Of course Ratchet's mom is a fucking spider

He's just doing what his mother wants him to do (she's emotionally manipulating him with what threats of doing the same to him as she did to his father)

This films fucking dark for 6 year olds, Jesus

Fiting over a foot with elegant music in the background, hilarious

Spanish football voice box, I remember this making me laugh so much

"I can't never find parts of my size" same dude

It's her (Piper - another character I had a crush on as a kid)

How did I not realise how gay I was as a kid? Like having a crush on the literal villain AND the cute sister of Fender

Piper's such a dork I love her

The good news is that he's been outmoded? Oof

THERES A FUCKING STAR WARS REFERENCE IN THIS FILM

That's one thicc ass

THATS NOT THE MEAN STEPMOTHER FROM A CINDERELLA STORY IS IT (just looked it up, that's Jennifer fucking Coolidge, the stepmom from another film that I loved as a kid)

So many iconic people in this film

Poor lamppost, the white tape where he'd died

"Only those with insurance..." No here has insurance buddy, if they did they could probably afford to buy parts

Such a people pleaser (same)

A literal operation as a reference to the game operation, this film is brilliant

A toilet saying you're number one. Don't know how to feel about that

Ratchet's mum is such a narcissist

Why does Rodney look kinda good in that outfit??

Au reservoir??? The incorrect French hurts

Singing in the rain reference?? Nice

The sweeper!! No!!!

"BAD BOT BUSTS BALL"???? they knew exactly what they were doing with that wording

The mini guillotine

The amount of dominoes on the floor must have taken ages

Mans is just surfing the domino waves

Good piece of advice? Give up.. solid advice right there

Sad talk time let's goo

The subtle bagpipes when Robin Williams is speaking with a Scottish accent

Revolution time babyyy

Robots ran so Avengers Endgame could walk

Wonderbot is so strong for such a tiny thing

"Herb Special edition" my heart

This gives me Tony Stark and Peter Parker vibes (in the fact that in fics, Peter is almost always the successor to Stark Industries)

An impromptu drag show with Fender nice

Overall score: 6/10 good film, very nostalgic

Film recommendations welcome!

#robots (2005)#disney plus #disney #film review #film #film reviews #film recommendations #recommendations welcome #its fucking obi wan kenobi

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sailorsero · 4 years ago

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nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

***

Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

#happy birthday bakugou!!!#my writing #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou #katsuki #bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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The Elevator ~ BC [M]

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, drabble

PAIRING: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, enemies to lovers, rough sex, hate sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, oral f receiving and M receiving, use of the daddy kink because my friend recently found the ‘baby girl’ comp of Chan and so these ideas sprang to life

AUTHORS NOTE: I don’t really think these things of Chan, I think he’s awesome (I mean I simp for that man so no views on Chan are true)

As if this day couldn't have gotten any worse now you were waiting for an elevator with Bang Chan, you never thought that people could have enemies you thought it was all things that people made up in books but from the moment you meant Chan you knew it had to be true. At first, you didn't think he was that bad a guy, just stressed with work but as time went on you began to realise just how untrue that was. He was one of the most demanding people you'd ever met and if something didn't go his way he would want them to and he was also so mean to everyone except the 'kids'. It annoyed you the way he spoke to you and most of the other people in the JYP building who were just trying to do their job, you'd only been working with them for three months but he already had you wanted to quit your job. Chan noticed you staring at him and he rolled his eyes,

"Cat got your tongue princess," You wanted to gag just to spite him but there was no denying that Chan was handsome. He was incredibly good looking and from what you'd seen he didn't believe it so you had no idea where this was coming from. His eyes moved away from you when the elevator arrived, he headed inside first and you prayed someone would come by and get in with you so it wasn't you alone with him but the universe seemed to hate you enough to let you go at this alone. You'd already had your fill of him that day, he'd done nothing but dig at you for things you were doing wrong around the studio. The music wasn't set up in time, his booth wasn't clean - which wasn't your problem to deal with - the boys weren't working along, they were off doing their own things. Anything he could pinpoint on you he seemed to do that morning.

You pushed the bottom floor button and looked at the floor wanting the ride to hurry up and pace but as if the universe already hadn't expressed how much it hated you the elevator jolted and stopped. The lights began to flicker before turning off and a small light on the buttons panel was the only thing lighting up the elevator,

"What the fuck?" You grumbled bushing the emergency call button for someone to hear you but the bell wasn't even registering that the button was being pushed.

"Hey!" You screaming banging on the doors but there was no use, you were stuck between the 17th and 16th floor,

"Do something!" Chan yelled as he pushed the buttons, you rolled your eyes pushing the button with him but nothing was happening.

"Pry the doors open or something," You stared at him as you looked between your arms and his,

"Between the pair of us who do you think has the muscles to pull that off?" You knew it was bad to snap at him since he was your boss but he was being an idiot, did he seriously think you could pry open the doors when he was the one built the way he was.

"You've noticed my muscles," He smirked but you ignored him going back to pushing the button as he began demanding you to do something else,

"Call someone on your phone-"

"No shit sherlock, let me just take out my phone with oh- look at that. No cell service!" You groaned throwing your phone onto the floor, already having enough of being trapped inside of the small elevator with him. One mirror lined the back wall with a bar on it, you gripped onto the bar trying not to lunge at Chan who was still yelling at you, he was so frustrated with being trapped in here.

"Why don't you push the button again?" He groaned as he tried to pull the doors open,

"Yes, daddy." His arms dropped from the door as his eyes clouded over darkly, he turned around to look at you.

"What did you just say?" You swallowed the lump in your throat as he walked closer to you, within two steps since the elevator wasn't exactly that big for him to go anywhere.

"Y-Yes daddy." A smirk appeared on his lips and he reached his hands out to your face, running his thumb along your cheek you looked up into his eyes wondering what he was doing. Why wasn't he yelling at you like he normally did,

"W-What are you doing?"

"Say it again," He demanded, he bit down on his lip as he heard you say the small name again. It was something he'd mentioned in passing to one of the boys and you must have heard but, hearing you call him daddy had blood rushing to his pants.

"You like that? Calling me daddy?" He gripped your hair in his hand and pulled your head back so your neck was exposed to him, the truth was he'd been sexually frustrated for a while and now that the opportunity was presenting himself...Who was he to deny it?

"Yes," You whispered as he bent down, his lips barely touching your skin and you already whimpered.

"So needy? Just the way I like them." He turned around and turned the camera inside of the lift around so they couldn't see you both and he picked you up.

"Chan-"

"That's not my name," You felt heat rush to your cheeks as he pushed you against the mirrored wall,

"Daddy what are you doing?" He moaned softly hearing it fall from your lips, you could call him that morning day and night if you wanted and he'd take you anywhere, anytime.

"I'm bored, we're alone, I'm horny...You're-" He ran a hand between your legs and could already feel the heat coming from your core,

"Hornier...Hmm? Do you like it when I yell at you?" You nodded shyly and he smirked kissing and sucking on your neck without a second thought about it. He didn't want to think about it, if he did it meant it would have come to an end and he didn't want that yet.

"Stand here," He whispered putting you back down on the floor in the corner of the lift, you watched as he sunk to his knees in front of you and ripped your underwear off from under the skirt you were wearing.

"Chan!" You yelled as he tore your favourite pair of underwear, his eyes darkened as you called him by his name so he slapped the back of your leg,

"Daddy," You corrected yourself whining out as he attached his lips to your clit, staring up at you as he began working his tongue in and out of your already wet core. Moaning against your folds as he tasted you,

"So wet for me, is this what it's like every day?" He pushed two fingers into you curling them as he pushed them into you right up to his knuckle, you rolled your head back against the mirror.

"Y-Yes," You admitted seeing no point in lying to him now that his face was buried in your dripping cunt,

"Good girl," He whispered going back to flicking his tongue in and out of you, you clenched around his tongue as you closed your eyes. Moaning out every time he touched you,

"D-Daddy," You whimpered, your hands falling into his curly brown locks as you pushed him harder against you feeling yourself getting closer with each flick.

"Cum for me baby girl," Your hips bucked at the words and it didn't go unnoticed by Chan who planned on calling you it a lot more from now often. A third finger was inserted and your hips bucked even more against his fingers, hitting your g-spot as your head rolled back.

"S-Shit daddy!" You whimpered feeling the familiar warmth spread throughout your body as your orgasm washed over you. Chan let you ride out your high on his fingers before standing up and sucking his fingers clean.

"My turn," You whispered licking your lips as you sunk to your knees in front of him and began palming him through his trousers. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined how big he was before, a guy like him had to be carrying a big one around and it was true. You took him out of his boxers and your mouth fell open, wondering how you were going to fit all of him into your mouth.

"No teasing," He grunted as he watched you licking your lips, you smiled innocently at him before licking the slit on top of his cock tasting the precum already. His head rolled forward against the cold glass, it had been so long since someone else had touched him like this.

"O-Oh shit," He grunted as you began licking from base to tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around his red tip oozing out precum until he finally had enough and thrust into your mouth hitting the back of your throat.

"Just like that baby girl," The nickname sent a small wave of encouragement through your body and you began to slowly bob your head up and down, hallowing out your cheeks to take more of him into your mouth.

"Such a dirty little bitch, taking me in the elevator when it could start moving at any moment," Your eyes glistened as you looked up at him, a wave sent over him as he began to thrust into your mouth not being able to hold back anymore.

"Ugh fuck your mouth feel so good," He muttered looking down at you as he continued to fuck your throat, your eyes watering every time he hit the back of your throat. You hummed around him sending a vibration through him and he hissed,

"N-No, no don't do that. I'll cum right down your throat." You smirked around his length doing it again but he didn't react well, he pulled out of your mouth and picked you back up again.

"Does the dirty little slut want me to finish in her mouth?!" He pushed you back against the glass and you whimpered wrapping your legs around his waist, wanting him to slot inside of you but he kept himself out, just rubbing his tip along your folds.

"F-Fuck! I want you to fuck me like you hate me, daddy." He grunted hearing you beg for him the way you did and pushed up into you, sinking you down a little as you moaned out.

"Shit," You whispered putting your hands in his hair as he looked into your eyes smirking at you,

"Just as tight around my cock baby girl," You clenched at the nickname and he chuckled darkly, he was going to have a lot of fun with that nickname in the future with you if that was how you reacted to it each time.

"Please move," You whimpered looking into his eyes as he began to thrust in and out of you roughly, holding onto you tightly as he rocked his hips as hard as he could when the elevator began to move,

"You better cum quick baby girl or everyone is going to see you getting stuffed by your bosses cock." You clenched and he groaned,

"You want that? You want everyone to see the dirty little slut you are?!" You screamed out his name as he continued to roughly thrust in and out of you, the lights coming back on so you could see what a mess you were in the mirror for him.

"S-Shit daddy I'm close," He nodded at you not wanting to fight it off, you were reaching the 10th floor and no doubt people would be getting in soon.

"Cum for my baby girl, be a good girl for me," He looked into your eyes as you began gasping for air moaning out his name and cumming around him as he continued to push into you, holding you down on him as he finished inside of you.

"Shit," He moaned out, laying his head in your neck as you both stayed there panting for a second, the elevator dinged and you sprang apart, gripping your underwear from the floor and biting on your lip.

"Here," Chan passed you some tissues and you wiped your leg and up to your core praying you could keep it inside of you until you could make it to the bathroom. The doors opened and Jeongin got inside standing between you both,

"You were stuck in here? And the building didn't explode? Improvements." Chan looked at you with a smirk on his face and he winked,

"I think me and Y/n will be working things through, she's not as uptight as I thought." He smirked getting out on the next floor leaving you to deal with Jeongin who was questioning you.

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nalu4emily · 4 years ago

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The Unexpected Reward - Chapter 18

Summary: Natsu and Lucy go on a job together, but what they bring home is something neither anticipated. Forced to make a life changing decision, they have to adapt quickly, but that's never easy, especially given the circumstances. As they work together on their toughest adventure yet, they find themselves drawn to one another, in ways they never realised.

Rated mature for a reason. Although this chapter is all fluff.

With one last glance in the mirror, Lucy eyed herself closely in the reflection. Her eyes followed the movement of her manicured hand slowly drifting down the length of the lacy bodice, smoothing over a few creases in the skirt before finally resting under her bump. She studied the silk material carefully, appreciating the way it flowed off of her curvaceous body and delicately trailed along the floor behind.

It was beautiful, unlike the enormous meringue-like frock her friends had so graciously picked out for her. Gone were the days of wearing intricately designed, overly priced, princess dresses that left little room to move, let alone breathe. No, the one she'd picked out was much more flattering, less poofy, and delicately sat in just the right places. It clung to her every curve and emphasised all the parts Lucy liked about her body, whilst also accommodating her growing bump. Her silky blonde hair had been loosely pulled back and curled, decorated with small gem encrusted pins throughout. And her make up had been left minimal, giving her a simple but elegant finish—the look she favoured nowadays.

Her hand began rubbing small circles were it lay, a recent thing she found herself doing, a comfort to her racing heart as it pulsated through her body, echoing the erratic movements of her unborn baby.

She was anxious; who wouldn't be? But she knew that her guild mates would never allow such a day to go badly, they'd all put too much effort into planning it to allow for such folly.

As for Natsu… well, the boy didn't know what'd hit him once the guild found out. He had no idea what getting married really entailed, and figured, like she, it would happen much further into the future than it had. Their friends, however, had given them little choice in the matter, and within a month of the proposal, she was standing in her dream wedding dress about to make that lifelong commitment to the man just as clueless as she was.

In some ways, it all seemed rather convenient. If Lucy didn't know any better, she would've put her fateful coupling down to destiny, but those were the delusions of a small child who'd grown up alone in a big mansion, destined to marry some self important aristocrat and play housewife for his money.

A different life entirely.

Her meeting Natsu had changed all that; he'd opened her eyes to what life could really offer. She'd concluded, after many years as a member of Fairy Tail, that destiny really could be burned to ashes, that fate stood no chance against the likes of her friends, and that she was no different. It had been her choices that'd lead her down this path, and that she had always been in charge of her own future.

So getting married was no longer some massive event that held such great importance in her life, for she had found her true happiness. Married or not, her feelings towards the dragon slayer would never change, her heart belonged solely to him and had done for much longer than she'd ever admit to.

Instead, the wedding would be used a day of celebrating their long lasting friendship, their deep bond and most importantly, the love they'd shared so unconditionally for one another. They'd been through so much together; the pain and heart ache; the cheer and laughter and everything in between; every memory was precious and every moment from now on, even more so.

The longer she thought about it all, the more her eyes began to prickle with unshed tears, threatening to streak down her powdered skin, "Ugh… Stupid feelings..." She whispered, using her finger to wipe up the wetness.

"Aw, Lucy, you don't have to cry! Save it for the actual ceremony, you'll ruin your make up otherwise." Levy was quick to take out a clean tissue, dabbing away at her friends eyes whilst trying not to ruin her masterpiece. "Thank goodness for waterproof mascara, huh?"

"Sorry Levy, I don't know what came over me." She just couldn't understand it; where had all these emotions come from? "It must be my hormones…"

"Nope, I'm pretty sure it's because you're about to get married, Lucy. I imagine lot's of bride's get a little teary on their wedding day." Mira began, offering some words of encouragement. "And besides, Natsu will be just as emotional, I bet."

If memory served correctly, Natsu would be, no doubt, still in his boxers, piling food into his face alongside Happy and Haru, with not a care in the world. It was just a gut feeling, but somehow, Lucy was pretty sure their morning had gone very differently to hers. "Hmm… I don't know. Are we even talking about the same person here? I mean he's probably not even dressed yet."

Mira chuckled lightly, although Lucy saw right through it. She knew that if her words were true, the barmaid wouldn't hesitate to go full Satan-soul on the slayer's ass, ripping him a new one. But the woman said nothing more about it as she reached up to place the veil atop of Lucy's head, before standing back to marvel at the beautiful bride, "There. I have to say, Natsu's one lucky guy! You look good enough to eat, Lucy!"

"Um… thanks, Mira." Blushing, Lucy turned away embarrassed, knowing exactly what the take over mage was inferring, "How much longer until we're ready?"

"Twenty minutes. So we need to pick up the pace or we'll be late." Erza's thunderous tone came sharply from the doorway as she entered the room, her athletic body filling her own, full length dress out in ways Lucy felt slightly envious of. "And the bride shall not be late to her own wedding. We've all waited far too long for it to be ruined now."

Lucy chose to ignore that last bit, never one to dwell on what her guild mates inevitably spoke about behind her and Natsu's back. She quickly put her heeled shoes on and made her way to the door, "Is Anna here yet? She's supposed to be walking me down the aisle."

One of the few decisions Lucy had been allowed to make about her wedding day was who she wanted walking her down the aisle. In replacement of her mother and as someone who meant a lot to both her and Natsu, Anna had been the perfect choice that no one could really argue with.

"I'm here, Lucy!" Anna called, waving her hand as she entered the room, awestruck by how radiant the bride looked in her glistening gown, "Wow! Don't you look stunning! Then again, the Heartfilia gene has yet to fail us." She winked and smiled, "Let's hope this baby follows the same path, hmm?"

Chuckling, Lucy smiled for the first time that morning, feeling a sense of comfort and relief with Anna around. She shared the same kind disposition and caring nature her mother once had; maybe it was a Heartfilia thing? But if Lucy closed her eyes for just a moment, she could almost trick herself into believing Layla was standing right there with her. Maybe, in some weird way, she was, and that's all the young blonde could hope for.

"Time to go!" Erza bellowed, shooing them all out of the door, "We have a wedding to attend!"

On the other side of town, up on the hill where the small cottage stood, a very different story was unfolding, one of complete bedlam, and no one, not even Lucy, should've expected any different.

"Dammit! Why do I have to wear this ridiculous thing anyway?" Natsu grumbled, pulling at the tie around his neck, unhappy that he'd been forced to wear it instead of his beloved scarf. "It's tryin' to choke me, I swear!"

"I don't think it's alive, Natsu…" Happy uttered, having watched his friend battle the urge to destroy the thing for the past ten minutes.

"Yeah, but if it was, I'd totally beat it and burn it to the ground!" Fisting the air in triumph over his imaginary brawl with the inanimate object, the fire breather sniggered.

"You could just burn it now."

The fire mage's smirk turned into an all out evil grin as he went to summon his fire, reaching for the offending material dangling over his shirt.

"Although, I doubt a certain scary lady in armour would be too pleased… Not after everything she went through to get you to wear it in the first place."

And then it all came crashing down again, his need to set fire to it dissipating. He knew better than to go against something Erza had chosen and groaned obnoxiously, throwing his head back onto the pillows in a huff, causing hot smoke to seep from his mouth, "Stupid tie… Stupid Erza…"

Hearing a thump next to him, his eyes rolled to the side, his neck twisting in turn, only to find that Haru had slumped down onto his back as well.

His large blue eyes were fixed on his father's mouth and his lips were pursed slightly as he continued to stare. Then, with a look of determination, he blew with all his might, over and over again in the hopes of forming his own puff of smoke.

Unable to keep his amusement in, Natsu turned over to observe the baby closer, intrigue furrowing his brows and fascination lighting up his face when an untimely idea came to mind.

"Hey Happy, d'ya think Haru might be able to learn magic soon?" He contemplated the thought for a moment as he sat himself up, pulling the little one up with him.

Stopping to think about it, the exceed scrunched his nose up in disbelief, not entirely sure if now was really the time to be having such thoughts, "Really? But he's only just learnt to walk."

"I know, but look at him. He seems to want to." Natsu wasn't sure if he'd even be able to teach him how to breath fire, not without the use of dragon slayer magic and that was off the table. But then again, that wasn't the only thing he could show him. "It'd be kinda cool to see, don't ya think?"

"Uh… I'm not sure now is the time, Natsu… you don't wanna be late." Happy erred on the side of caution, but after one look of his friends scheming face, he was quick to give in, "Then again, it would be pretty cool to see what he does, I guess."

"That's the spirit! We got some time to kill before that Snowflake gets here anyway, so might as well have a little fun." Natsu grinned wickedly, ideas of how to go about it swirling around in his head. "Hey little guy, come 'ere! Daddy's got something to show you!" Igniting his palm, he watched excitedly for Haru's reaction to his magic.

The little boy, although startled at first, stared in wonder at the tiny flame so close to his face, and watched it flicker with the slight movements of his father's hand. It was captivating to be within reach of such burning hot fire, even if he'd seen it so many times before. Although the bright heat was something he so readily associated with Natsu, being this close to it was a first for him, and that made it all the more thrilling.

"Fire!" The child exclaimed, using the springs of the mattress to bob up and down in his excitement.

"Heck yeah, it is! And now that it's just us, we can be awesome fire dragons together, right Haru?" Natsu sniggered like the mischievous imp he was, and brought the kids hand up next to his ignited one.

But after taking one look between his and his father's hands, the little boy pulled away again, a sad expression adorning his sweet face as he stared into his empty palm, "No…" He mumbled, his bottom lip jutting out and his eyes filling with tears, "No!"

"I don't think he understands, Natsu." Happy interjected, not convinced the boy was anywhere near old enough to fully grasp how to handle magic.

"'Course not—not yet anyway. But he will one day, and it's gonna be the best!" The slayer kept his smile as he guided the little boy onto his lap, ruffling his thick hair affectionately to cheer him up again, "Chin up, kiddo! It takes a long time to learn how to wield magic. But with some practice, you'll be the toughest little dragon around, you'll see."

Listening to that calming tone, the child glanced up at his adoring parent, comforted by the big grin that always managed to reach his eyes, a gentle touch that embodied the very bond they shared. The mood was infectious and with a little coaxing, the small boy couldn't keep his lips from curving upwards, brightening the room around them once again.

With newfound courage, he reached his arm back out, placing it near to Natsu and waited expectantly, "Oh, so you do wanna be a dragon, huh? Alright then, but ya gotta give me your best roar first!" Natsu smirked, proud to have taught his son the 'non-magical' version of roaring (aka shouting really loudly) at the very least. And he did just that; at the top of his voice; no encouragement needed, "Whoa! That was super awesome, little guy! Now let's see how you handle this!"

"If you're about to do what I think you're gonna do, then I hope for your sake, Lucy never finds out." Happy warned, not wanting to take any responsibility for what was inevitably about to happen.

"Hey! I'm not stupid enough to burn down my own house. What do you take me for, an idiot?" The answer was yes, but Happy's restraint held strong, knowing he'd be heard even if he'd muttered it under his breath. Natsu, on the other hand, took no heed and brought both hands out this time, taking hold of the chubby little ones waiting for him, "Are ya ready?"

Igniting the flames once more, Haru watched the blazing magic slowly seep onto his fingers, a gentle warmth tingling his flesh, enough to make him flinch as it encased each tiny fist. After a few unsure moments, and the opening and closing of his palms, his blue eyes lit up with a wonderment only children seemed to possess, his very soul shining just as brightly as the flames he'd been gifted.

"Daddy! Daddy, fire!"

Natsu chuckled, as he leant back on the bed, using his now fireless hands to prop himself up, "Haha! I knew you had it in ya! Now you get to be just like a real fire dragon, and as long as you play with it on me, you can't burn anything, either." It was fool proof, he was certain of that. And with the look of sheer astonishment on that cute little face in front of him, Natsu could hardly contain himself.

"Yeah, right! Like you're one to talk…You're the first person to destroy things. It's why we never have any money." It was true and Natsu knew it, but that didn't stop the unimpressed glare he sent Happy's way.

"Why else do you think I put him in my lap?" The slayer tilted his head, his annoyance short lived, "He can't burn me so it's fine, and he's not really wielding fire, it's just pretend." He added, his infamous grin returning, and attention now fully diverted from the child he was supposed to be watching, "They'll go out before long."

"Sure, but, uh… I think Haru may have different ideas…" The exceed said, quietly gesturing to the boy in his lap.

"Huh? How so?" The fire mage asked, but by the time he'd turned around to see, it was already too late, "Haru!"

With one touch from the child's fingers, the fire caught on to the covers they were sitting on and spread like a fuse to a bomb.

"Get out of the way!" It lit up the entire bed in a flash, giving Natsu only seconds to get Haru off of it in time before they both landed in heaps on the floor.

It'd gone up so quickly; such was the destructive nature of those flames, and now his and Lucy's bed, the very bed they slept in every night, was a pile of smoking ash on the floor, the fire extinguished along with it.

Silence. All that could be heard was the silence…

"I… I-I'm dead… I'm so dead…" The dragon slayer's voice was barely a whisper, and his horrified expression said it all. The crushing weight of impending doom loomed over him and no amount of blinking was going to bring back their disintegrated bed, no matter how hard he tried.

What was he going to do? He'd been in control of the situation; he had a plan and it was fool proof. Not a few seconds he'd peeled his sights away from the child—just a few damn seconds and now...

And what about Lucy? She'd be furious, no… outraged by it all! He'd be seeing her in less than thirty minutes from now; how could he look her in the eyes, say their vows, then tell her she'd be sleeping on the couch?! That was a conversation that ended badly no matter what way he looked at it.

"You were saying?" Happy teased, covering his mouth with his paw, the rare look of mortification on his friend's face was priceless.

"Lucy's going to kill me!" His gaping sockets could barely keep his eyeballs from falling out, and his mouth hung low enough he could almost lick the ash off the ground.

"Daddy fire! Daddy fire!" Haru cheered, clapping his hands together while laughing, unaware of the chaos he'd unleashed, seemingly impressed with himself.

"Y-Yeah..." The young man slumped back against the dressing table, the feeling of dread taking over him the more he played out in his mind how he was going to tell his new, and very pregnant wife of the unfortunate news, giving him zero hope for survival, "You're gonna be the end of me, kid!"

"Like father, like son!" It was all too funny for the little exceed, who was attempting, but failing, to stop the flow of cackles escaping his mouth.

"Hey! Stop laughing would ya! It's not funny!" Natsu snapped, the sound of Happy busting his guts slowly grinding away at him.

"But it is! You should've seen your face! Shame Reedus wasn't here to draw the picture!" Happy continued to shriek with laughter, infecting little Haru as well.

"Not you, too!" Natsu complained, but his voice held no real consequence. After all, it was his idea to let the one year old play with fire, and it would be his sorry ass to own up and take responsibility.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Startled by the unexpected but familiar voice, the trio of boys twisted their heads to see an out of breath Gray standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Oh, it's you… Don't you know how to knock?" Natsu dead-panned, apparently more annoyed by Gray's intrusion than the burnt bed.

"Never mind about that, I ran all the way here 'cause your house is smoking! What did you do this time, fire breath?" Glad to see everyone was fine, the ice mage sighed in relief that it appeared to be nothing serious.

"Hey! Why do people always assume it's me? Maybe it was Happy?"

"But it was you, Natsu."

"Shh! I'm trying to make a point here!"

"It was obviously you, idiot! You're the only pyro here!" Gray shook his head, hardly believing that this was the guy about to get married. "Anyway, we need to get going, or Erza will have our heads."

"But… but what about the bed?" Natsu whimpered like a child, pointing to where it once stood.

"Wait… You burnt down your own bed?! What is wrong with you, Dragneel?! Of all the days to be a bigger idiot than normal, you pick today?" Gray smacked his palm over his face exasperatedly. He hadn't even noticed that it was the bed that'd been burnt, but now it was clear to see where all the smoke was coming from.

"Come on, numbskull! We don't have time for this!" Grabbing hold of the still-in-shock Natsu by the collar, he used his ice magic to freeze all of the ash lain bare on the floor, effectively halting the smoke and yanked his rival out of the house, determined to get to the cathedral on time, "We'll deal with your stupidity later, but right now, you gotta get married and I'm prepared to drag you all the way there if I have to."

Lucy could feel the blood pulsing in her ears, her hand clutched at her belly as the sickness she'd been suppressing all morning finally reared its ugly head. She felt sticky and clammy from the extra adrenaline coursing its way through her body—and was now an appropriate time to say she needed to pee… again!?

"Take a deep breath and try to relax yourself." She heard Anna whisper into her ear as they both stared at the large cathedral doors. "When you walk down that aisle, remember its only you and Natsu that matters, no one else, okay?"

Giving a shy nod, she inhaled deeply, as if that was going to be her last breath and tried to calm herself down.

"Are you ready?"

Bowing her head once more, Lucy could hear the guests grow silent behind the large doors, the loud creaking signifying they were opening. Planting one heeled foot over the threshold, the blonde looked up to everyone that was waiting for her entrance, and it was in that moment time seemed to stand still.

Among the gasps and gleaming faces; the decorated pews and hard stone floor; hazy, chocolate eyes scoured the ancient hall. There they all were; her friends; her family; every single person that held such importance in her heart. It made her happy, ecstatic even, that this joyous day could be celebrated with the people closest to her, the people that'd accepted her for who she was and nurtured her into the person she was today.

She hadn't even realised she'd stopped breathing until her lungs began to ache, forcing her to inhale a large breath of air as her legs began to slowly, and shakily, walk forwards.

Her dress glimmered in the dim light of the medieval building, capturing the eyes of the crowd, lighting up the very aisle as the long train behind her rippled with each step she took towards the altar.

But nobody, not even the keenest of dragon senses could see the pure beauty the way he did. With heat pooling in his belly, he watched the girl he loved make her way towards him, dazzling as brightly as the stars she wielded. His mouth ran dry, and his heart skipped many beats, making him question whether it was just his imagination. She appeared before him within a blink of an eye, and it was all to easy to just wash the others away.

"She's all yours, Natsu." Anna said, releasing her arm from Lucy's firm hold and winked at them both, gladly stepping back to let them take centre stage.

But neither mage heard her as their eyes connected for the first time, too enraptured by what stood before them, too absorbed in their own little world, and nothing could penetrate it.

"You… You look beautiful, Lucy." Natsu wasn't easy to fluster, but the pink tinge on his cheeks told her she'd succeeded. "Really… really beautiful…"

Her own bashfulness became evident too, her eyes soaking in his glorious form as if she'd been starved of him, "You're looking pretty good yourself, Natsu." She studied him up and down, her gaze becoming hungry for more. It wasn't very often she got to see his exceptionally toned body in something so formal, and she was totally going to make the most of it.

"T-Thanks..."

The playful wink and cute chuckle only served to make the pink on his cheeks grow darker, as if this was the first time she'd ever paid him a compliment.

‘Wasn't Lucy the one that usually reacted like this?’ He wondered, unsure why his face was suddenly feeling so hot.

“Although, I have to say, it’s still a little strange seeing you without your scarf on.” She admitted, unable to take her eyes away from his slender neck. Usually it didn’t come off until he was ready for bed… or other, less innocent things.

"You can thank Erza for that! She stole it from me and made me wear a damn tie instead." His petulant tone had the blonde sniggering into her hand, his instant annoyance enough to quash any tension left between them, "She even made Haru wear one."

Lucy glanced over to where Haru was sat in the crowd, who, although dressed in something entirely impractical for a toddler, was happily waving to his mother with the biggest grin on his face, "Poor guy…" She said, waving back, "He does look super cute in it though."

A loud cough from the front halted them in their tracks, finally breaking them out of their little bubble, "When you're quite finished." A loud voice echoed through the cathedral walls, making both mages stand to attention and face the front like naughty school children.

An older gentleman with a bald head and long beard stood before them, his bushy brows making it hard to see where his wrinkles stopped and his eyes began glared impatiently at the pair, tapping his fingers on the book he held in his hands, "Now, let's begin."

With an exaggerated sigh, his voice traipsed along the pages of his book, an aged tone that said he'd spoken these words all too many times before, had read those same lines, and joined countless lovers together in matrimony over the years. He was practised and poised, an elegant and poetic speaker, able to captivate his audience…

Unless they were Fairy Tail, of course, and more specifically a pink haired, impulsive dragon slayer, who's attention span rivalled that of a five year old. He'd zoned out the moment the old guy had started rambling, too interested in getting to the good bit—eating food and kissing Lucy, obviously.

It all sounded like drivel, mindless, unnecessary drivel, that seemed never ending, and the hall was so deafeningly quiet, which, was unnerving to say the least when trying to distract oneself.

Well, except for one faint noise, that was.

Thanks to his excellent hearing, he could hear little Haru babbling from the pews. He was being ever so quiet about it considering his lack of awareness for what was going on, and the sudden urge to turn around and take a peek at what he was doing seemed almost too much for the fire mage.

With the slightest quirk of his head, he glanced back to see the small boy playing with Happy's tail, minding his own business, perfectly content without him or Lucy there.

Satisfied to see the infant playing so calmly, Natsu went to turn back around again when a loud 'Daddy!' stopped him in his tracks. The small boy, who'd not been aware of his father's peeping only a moment ago, was now trying to scramble over the blue exceed to get to him.

"No Haru, you gotta stay there. Stay with Happy!" The desperate fire mage whispered, pointing to the cat as a sheepish grin took over at the chaos he'd caused. "Daddy will be over in a minute, kay?"

"You're making it worse, Natsu, turn around!" Lucy whispered rather loudly, never looking away from the old man still talking as she leaned in.

"Sorry Luce, but I could hear Haru talking to himself. I just wanted to see what he was doing." Natsu explained, rubbing the back of his head in habit, "Not my fault he caught me looking."

"You looked at him first, of course he was going to notice you." She said a little louder, enough that the people sat closest to them could hear.

And that was all he needed for the small smirk to creep its way onto his lips, "Oh, so you were watching, too?"

"N-No…" She stuttered, giving herself away, "I wasn't…"

"Liar."

"Okay, fine. But why do I have to listen to this and you don't? I'm just as bored as you are." She admitted, her whispers getting louder the more irate she became, "Do you know how many times I've had to keep myself from yawning? And I really need to pee, too!"

As important as she knew this part of the ceremony was, it didn't half drag. Couldn't they just say 'I do' and be done with it already? Who cared about some God when her feet were starting to hurt!?

"Well, aren't you full of surprises… Maybe you should've gone before." He sniggered, knowing exactly how to push her buttons, relishing in the glare that had imminent death written all over it.

“It’s not like I’m carrying your baby or anything…” She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Alright, if your that desperate, I could always make him go faster." His face lit up with the most mischievous grin, igniting a small flame on his pointer finger.

"Natsu! You can’t do that! You’ll get us kicked out!” She rolled her eyes, though she appreciated the sentiment.

"Aw, come on! Not even a little singe?" He pointed his fiery finger towards the man in front of them, edging it slowly closer on purpose, "His brows need taking back a bit, don't you think?"

Lucy chortled at the thought, highly amused by the man's enormous brows being set on fire and couldn't stop the giggles that followed, her restraint finally caving, "Maybe just a little bit!"

"Will you two pay attention and turn to face each other." The old man grumbled, none the wiser to their little inside jokes. "Present the rings."

The blonde continued to chuckle as she turned to face her partner in crime, her steady heart picking up pace a little now that they were staring right at each other.

His unwavering smile and silly behaviour was something she had always admired. His ability to lighten any situation, regardless of how grim it may seem, instantly had her smiling along, too.

"Now, Natsu, please say your vows."

Inhaling a deep breath, the young mage knew he'd never been good with words. Lucy had always been the speaker, the writer, the one able to talk her way out of most situations, and although the vows he'd prepared were not long like sappy love letters or poetic or book worthy, they came from the heart and that's all he could offer her.

"Luce… I gotta admit, I never saw this coming." He chuckled, his hand tangled into the hair at the back of his head, "And I know for sure you didn't either, but that's okay because no matter what happens, we'll always be Natsu and Lucy, and we'll always be partners."

Without looking away, he held her shaky hand and slipped the precious ring onto her finger with ease, her delicate skin soft against his loving warmth.

"I've always known you were special to me, it just took a while to realise how much, I guess… And apparently adopting a kid with your best friend isn't normal, so…" He shrugged nonchalantly, never giving it much thought, but earned a giggle from Lucy in return. "But I knew you'd put your all into being the best Mom you could, just like in everything you do. You're a super kind person with so much love to give, it's why you're so precious to me, and I wanna protect that with everything I've got. So, that's my promise to you, Lucy, I will protect your heart, so long as it continues to beat."

She gasped, feeling the air leave her lungs as if she'd been winded. It was short and to the point but those sweet sounding words of his, the very meaning behind them were enough to make her knees tremble. She stared, mouth agape at the man that stood before her, blown away by his promise, astounded that he'd once again found the perfect things to say.

A few unplanned tears escaped as she looked over to the little boy in the pews, then peered down to her rounded tummy, feeling the butterflies and the baby's movements fluttering around inside. So much had changed, and this would be a whole new chapter to add to their never ending adventure, an overwhelming thought that seemed all too much for her to get to grips with.

Feeling a warm hand cup her cheek she looked up to the sweet smile of her lover, the person that meant everything to her, and felt this fingers wipe away her tears. He always had a way of filling her with encouragement, even, it seemed, with just a single gesture.

"Thank you, Natsu. Now Lucy, you may begin." The old guy uttered, his gruff voice quieter than before.

Placing her free hand over the top of his, she brought them both to rest on her belly, her smile reaching her eyes as the small kicks poked at their skin, making them both chuckle.

"Natsu, there are so many things I could say that I admire about you; I could also find an equal amount of things that annoy me, too." His sudden pout made her giggle once again, along with the rest of the guild members, "But that doesn't matter, because that's the person I fell in love with. You're loyal, brave and strong; your silly, impulsive and like to fool about, but you also bring smiles to everyone around you, an ability that only you seem to possess.

I can't remember how many times you've shown me the light, lifted me up in my time of need and carried me until I could stand on my own two feet. Your presence and comfort has always been my safe place, somewhere I can call home. You're such a beautiful person, and I'm so lucky to be able to call you mine."

Tears began to fill her eyes again, and she was sure his had become a little watery too.

"So, in return for all that you do for me, and us as a family, I promise to play with your hair when your motion sick and rub your back when you eat too much." Natsu's cheeks lifted up to his eyes, scrunching them closed in amusement as she, too, grinned back at him.

"I promise to love you with all of my heart, to lift you up in your time of need and put a smile on your face when your feeling down. I promise to be loyal, brave, and strong for you, too; to fool about and make you laugh, and to always be there to stop you from going overboard.

I'll forever stand proudly at your side, and hold your hand through whatever life throws at us. You've shaped me into the person I am today, and if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this wonderful life, such amazing friends, or a family to call my own." The tears that welled began to spill down her pink stained cheeks, but the smile that had been there all along never wavered from her lips, "You're my everything, Natsu, and you will be until the day I die."

A single tear drop slowly trickled down and dripped off of his chin as his breath hitched in his throat. As time once again stood still, it felt like he and Lucy were the only ones present; no longer able to see the guild watching their every move, or hear the grumpy old man scold them for not paying attention. Lucy was his sole focus and without waiting for the final lines to be read, the young groom impatiently pulled her in, and welded their lips together in a display of affection that had the crowd wooing and whistling for them in celebration.

"Congratulations to the happy couple!" Mira mewled, throwing confetti and flower petals over the two still very much consumed by one another.

"Can you believe it? After all these years, they're finally married!" Levy squealed in her excitement, deafening poor Gajeel in the process.

"Who'd have thought our boy, Natsu, would've ever settled down?" Wakaba stood from his seat, cigarette at the ready.

"Yep! It seems like only yesterday he was pulling pranks and starting fights with the other youngsters." Macao smirked, his arms crossed cockily over his chest.

"That's because it was yesterday, Dad! Natsu hasn't changed that much…" Romeo shook his head at the two old farts, but smiled when he looked back to his idol, "Then again, he does have a family now. I guess getting married just kinda made sense."

"Nothing they do makes sense, kid. You only have to look at 'em to see that." Laxus spoke from the pew behind, his thunder legion companions sat right along with him.

"Yes, but they have made their pairing work. As a team, they're like clockwork and as a couple, they're impenetrable." Erza's smile brightened her face as she glanced on at the two newly weds, proud of her friends and of how far they'd come.

"Alright guys, let's move this to the guild! I wanna get my booze on and the bar is waiting!" Cana yelled, drink bottle already in hand as she, along with most of the others filtered out of the cathedral, not wanting to spoil the couples moment.

Natsu and Lucy, however, were in a bubble all of their own; where soft, tinted lips met hot, firm ones in a passionate battle that neither wanted to lose. But the need for air was far stronger, forcing them to separate and stare into each others eyes as they caught their breaths.

"You know, you're supposed to wait for me to pronounce you husband and wife before embracing like that." The bushy browed man said from behind the altar, glowering at the couple he had no hope of controlling.

"Oh… uh, sorry about that… Kinda got swept up in the moment." Natsu grinned sheepishly, chuckling to ease the tension, while Lucy just hid herself behind him.

"Hmm… Well it doesn't matter now. What does is that you are legally bound. Good luck to you both."

"Thanks!"

They watched the man take his leave, only then noticing that the hall was empty, "Huh… Where'd everybody go?" The fire mage was sure the hall had been filled just a moment ago.

"So you guys finally came up for air, huh?" Gray walked over, he and Juvia, along with Happy and Haru the only ones left. "Everyone's gone back to the guild to wait instead of watch you both suck face. Seriously, how long can you hold your breath for?"

An oblivious Natsu only shrugged, but a blushing Lucy was quick to hide her face from Gray's knowing smirk, turning the opposite way to where Juvia was standing with the little baby in her arms, and the blonde's face lit up instantly, "Oh, look at him! Isn't he just the sweetest? And he didn't cry once throughout the whole thing! What a little sweetheart!"

"Yes, Juvia is quite surprised herself that he stayed quiet. Juvia can't say he does the same at night though." The water mage chuckled through her tiredness, a look Lucy was all too familiar with, "But Juvia doesn't mind, not when Gray is so willing to get up with him."

"Aww, Daddy Gray to the rescue, huh? And here I thought you were worried about the whole thing. Looks like you're doing just fine to me!" Lucy said, turning her attention to the ice mage standing there.

"Worried? Who said I was-?" And then it clicked, "Natsu! You told Lucy what I said? That was just between us!" Gray turned to the fire mage, who, had since recovered his own son from the pews, walking him back to where they were all standing.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I only told Lucy, duh!"

"Don't 'duh' me, you weren't supposed to tell anybody, and that includes Lucy!" If he could've smacked his head on a wall, he would've… Or better yet, smack Natsu's!

"But I tell Lucy everything…"

"Oh, you do, do you? That's funny, because I'm certain there's something you haven't told her yet, right?" The look of fear that flashed across Natsu's face was enough to make the ice mage drop his annoyance in favour of revenge.

"Not told me what? Did something happen?" Lucy cocked her head as she looked up from the cooing baby, her sights flickering between the squabbling duo scowling at each other.

"Should I tell her, Natsu?" Gray's smirk was almost sickening, his own pleasure outweighing the consequences.

"Don't you dare, Popsicle!" The fire mage bit out through gritted teeth, "Or I'll rearrange your face with my fist!" If looks could kill…

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" The curious look on Lucy's face quickly turned to frustration the longer she was kept waiting, "Natsu?" Slowly she traipsed her way over, backing him against the rows of benches.

"Uh oh! Looks like hell is about to break loose..." Happy sniggered from his perch on the altar, high fiving Haru as he began to giggle, too.

"Oh dear… You may have started something there, Gray dear." Juvia said, passing the sleepy newborn over to his father.

"Nah! Natsu had this one coming." He sniggered, shushing the baby back to sleep.

A vein popping on her forehead, Lucy's irritation had just about reached breaking point, "Speak!"

Swallowing thickly, the young man looked up to his very new, very pregnant wife, just like he knew he'd have to and wished momentarily that the ground would swallow him whole, "Well… Uh… I-It's kind of… Um…" What was he supposed to say? "I-I was playing with Haru this morning and, u-uh, stuff happened and our bed is now… gone."

Raising a brow, the girl looked even more confused, "Gone? What do you mean, it's gone?"

"Gone… As in it was there… and now its not." He really wasn't doing himself any favours.

"Natsu..."

"Happy did it!" He panicked.

"Hey! No I didn't, you burnt it! You let Haru play with your fire, not me! I warned you it would end badly, but you wouldn't listen and now-"

"You did what?!" Her eyes were blood red as she glared at the suspecting dragon slayer, her hair reminiscent of a certain Satan soul mage. “You burnt down our bed?!”

It was in times like this he was glad that she couldn't out run him, especially not at the moment, as he pegged it for the exit.

"Natsu Dragneel! Just you wait 'til I get my hands on you!"

Her yelling from behind reminded him of all the times he'd found himself in this exact predicament, whether it be from destroying a building or their bed, it brought a smile to his lips at just how familiar it all felt. It seemed as their evolving relationship and family changed and grew, his vows rang true, they would always be Natsu and Lucy, and that would forever be the same.

With one solid push of the large cathedral doors, he opened them wide, allowing the natural afternoon light seep into the old walls. Readjusting the boy in his arms, and with Happy flying over head, he chanced a small glance back at his livid wife stalking her way over to him, and grinned mischievously, sealing his already doomed fate with his final words, "Come on then, Luce! But you'll have to catch me first!"

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Elizabeth Debicki - Gorgeous

A/N & WC - Back again with Elizabeth and Taylor Swift. Reputation is my favourite album currently, with evermore as a close second. Two incredible women in one yes please. Listen to 'Gorgeous' while reading for the feel of it. 2.8k exactly.

Warnings - Legal alcohol consumption, mild cursing once.

Summary - Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

“YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS…”

“What was that?” Elizabeth swiftly cuts in.

Your eyes grow wide in an instant, looking down intensely at the black table, sticky with spilt drinks, and turn your attention away.

“Nothing…” you trail off. Frankly, you hadn’t realised you were thinking aloud, but if you said what you were thinking, then tonight's girls night out with your best friend is gonna be a whole lot harder.

“So as I was saying, this guy from Bumble, he comes and he looks nothing like his profile picture, right?” Her eyes are so animated when she speaks, her jaw agog in a remembering shock, she taps at her glass with ebony painted fingernails. “Like his picture was a solid eight outta ten, but in person, not even a four. But there was something about him, you know? That little twinkle in his eye, so I gave him more of a fair shot than I do other catfishes.” You hum noncommittally, not necessarily listening to the words, but the soft undulating animation in her beautiful accent is worth listening to any day, even if just hearing about her going on a date with someone riles you up intensely. “No personality,” she gapes, smacking her lissom hands down on the table with a slight thump, causing some of her wine to spill. “Absolutely none! It was like talking to a brick wall for half an hour. Can you believe it? And he asked what part of Australia I was from, and when I said Melbourne, you know what he said? ‘Is that in New Zealand.’”

She scoffs, and downs the last of her wine. Her magnetic field is so strong, so alluring, you can’t help but feel drawn to her even more. She really should think about the consequences of her charisma or else you might snog her and ruin everything before the nights even over.

“What a dick,” you play along.

“Ugh, I know. Refill?”

“Please. Whiskey—”

“On ice. I know, hon.”

She smirks, shooting you a wink before standing up and practically gliding across the room to the bar. Your eyes twinkle with hope, with sinful want, as you watch her, and you’re sure that with your wistful expression and flushed cheeks and the way your mouth suddenly goes dry the second she says or does anything that could be construed in the least bit flirtatious that she knows how much you like her. Your whole body tingles, your words and sense swallowed up by an intense fire the second she touches you, it’s beginning to make you furious that she’s able to make you feel this way and still acts so coy about it if she even does have the first clue how utterly besotted you are with everything she does.

Over at the bar, Liz has to hunch to lean her forearms on the countertop, kicking her feet back a little, her short dress showing off her long, shapely legs with grace. She looks so sultry, with her leather jacket shrugged so casually over her pale shoulders. But your mind and illicit thoughts plummet and die the second you peer around her and capture a look at the bartender she’s talking to. Tall and that muscular build of slim that only comes from years of sport, a pinched waist and full chest, tanned skin—perhaps of Filipina descent, dark inky hair falling in tendrils from her work ponytail, no makeup and she still looks stunning. And exactly like Shay Mitchell. And she's flirting with your Elizabeth. Not that she’s yours or anything, that would be absurd, unless…

This woman is gorgeous, and you’re already jealous of her, of the attention she’s receiving from Elizabeth; the suggestive touches, the coy laughs, the revealing tug of her dress, the tentative tilt of her head, the run of her slender hand through her choppy blonde locks. But because Liz is single, it’s actually worse, because she’s been a lot more open and experimental with her sexuality recently, not labelling it but trying more out, trying more partners out. And you don’t fault her for that for even a moment, but why she can’t experiment with you, a raging queer, is beyond your grasp. It’s almost undoubted that she’s going to be taking this incredibly scorching hot bartender home at the end of the night, and if you weren’t out with Elizabeth, you’d be making the same move. But Liz… she desperately needs to think of the consequences of her touching this romans hand in a darkened room. That should be you.

You can’t get too possessive, though, as Liz has done her fair amount of touching you all night on this signature girls pub crawl, but it’s not the same, it’s not… enough. She’s been holding your hand, hooking her arm through yours to do shots, hugging you with her lithe arm around your waist as you totter down the high street in heels too high. It’s all been too friendly, though. And now it’s getting late, your final destination of the night. You’re practically the only patrons with a conscience at this point. You’ll be turning in soon, the bar will be closing soon, it’s inevitable. Liz will have a warm bed, and you’ll be left to go home alone to your cats. She’s so gorgeous, you can't blame the bartender, but she can’t blame you wither; love made you crazy.

You’re busy brooding over the ice slowly melting at the bottom of your glass, condensation forming in droplets on the rim when Liz casts a glance over her shoulder, a bright beaming smile etched upon her face, every line drawn up to match her glee. She points a long raven-painted digit at you, and prompts you to smile back, which you do—without even half as much fervour—and ensure you incline your head towards the bartender, whose dark hazel eyes are now fixed on you, before turning back, pretending to have found something of interest on the table.

“That’s y/n,” she says in a happy, furtive whisper, “my best friend.”

With her ocean blue eyes looking in yours, your mind is all scrambled, and with the intense feeling you might sink and drown and die, you know you need to get it in order before she returns, so you push your own stool out and head to stand in the doorway, fresh air hitting you like a brick wall.

The smell of the city instantly prevents it being worthwhile.

The sun set long ago, and you can see vines crawling up the building across the road from you, even in the dim street light and shadows. Even in a tucked away corner of the city, down back streets in a quiet quarter, the incessant incense of exhaust fumes and chippy food and pigeon shit never quite leaves one alone.

Everything’s winding down, quietening, muffled by an indelible blanket of night. A soft mist fills the air, an impending storm infiltrating your senses, roiling you a little. The walk home will be made worse by the rain soon to fall, ire digging at you for more reasons than one.

Elizabeth… She can make you so happy with one simple look that it turns back to sadness the moment you see the flicker of friendliness in her eyes, never anything more, never anything deeper, not once. What can you say? She’s gorgeous, she’s everyone else's for the taking, whoever she deems rakish enough to take home for the night.

The silence of the night, of your thoughts, is hewn by a sharp siren whizzing past you, so you push your pain away, and sidle back through the doors, shutting the slow drizzle of rain out as you close the door behind you.

Once you return inside, your thoughts slightly more reordered, you see her back at the table, fiddling idly with the hem of her dress, her cheeks tinted a soft red.

“So?”

“I got her number,” she confesses, barely able to bite back a smile, even as her perfect white teeth graze her lower lip. “She gets off shift in an hour.”

You were right, then.

“That’s nice. She’s hot.”

“I know,” she replies dreamily, “and looks exactly like Shay Mitchell, can you believe it? I fancied her so much when Pretty Little Liars first came out.”

“Yeah, I did too.” you admit quietly, clasping your hands around your fresh whiskey.

“You okay? It’s getting late, we can head off now.”

“Nope, absolutely fine. In fact, I think I’ll have another. Tell me something.”

“But we haven’t talked about you all night, I wanna know how your life is going. Love life too.” she protests.

What, your life with the monotonous job and the zero romantic prospects so you spend all your free time sitting at home reading and the nights with your vibrator and Liz in your head? How the hell are you supposed to tell her that.

You simply shrug, and keep a mask of cold, hard resolve in place. “You know my life. I’m interested in yours. Go on.”

So she does. And you do order another whiskey after your first, to the point where you’re verging on the highest restraints of merely tipsy and if you have another you’re heading fast for straight out drunk, which you shan’t do. But you’re merry, and Liz’s words all sound weird, slurred a little from the alcohol, her Australian accent bending to accommodate the vowel sounds she’s making with the occasional slip of a Polish or French word in there. She gets like this when she’s drinking, and it’s one of her most endearing qualities very few are able to see.

“Your voice sounds really weird,” you chuckle, leaning back in your chair, “you’re talkin’ all funny.”

“No I’m not!”

“You are.”

“Am so not!” She’s persistent, she never did back down easy.

You half heartedly shrug, knocking your glasses into one another on the table. You tug your jacket further around you, and purse your lips readying for battle.

“You know, you really should take it as a compliment that I’ve got drunk and I’m making fun of the way you talk.”

She allows her precisely plucked brows to dance over her face in surprise, though quickly schools her features into a plain mask.

“Alright, what’s up?”

“Nothing, Liz. I’m fine.” you say adamantly, and take another swig from your drink, savouring the tang on your tongue. Your glass makes another thud when you slam it down with unplanned and unnecessary force.

“You see, your mouth says that, but your… mouth is telling me something else?”

Before you can help it, your fingers are clutching the edge of the table, your cheeks heating softly, “I haven’t kissed you yet, how can that be?”

A chill slithers down your skin as her eyes grow wide, her pale skin blanching a shade further. “I didn’t mean, um, what? I—” she breaks off with a cough. “I ju— just meant that, um, you’re… sulking.”

“Oh.”

You can’t ignore the way your stomach plummets into the core of the earth, embarrassment taking over every other rational thought within your mind and body. Your soul is already brittle, but this? Your pride has certainly taken a knock enough for you to down the rest of your whiskey in one gulp.

“I’m gonna take off,” you say at last, across the curious blanket of silence, ignoring the way her angular face—limned with hope—falls a fraction.

“Please stay.”

You don’t think you hear her correctly, if at all. For all you know, her words could just be a whisper in the blustering breeze beating outside, the storm you predicted arriving early. In the dim bar, you’re away from it all, sage, until the bartender gets off shift and snatches Liz away for yet another night.

“Beg pardon?”

“Please stay,” she repeats, louder this time, but her blue eyes don’t meet yours across the table. “Tell me what’s up.”

She’s not backing down, so you brace yourself, allowing brazenness to fill you with courage, allowing your alcohol to eddie around you, summoning the words at long last.

“Nothing…” you say at first, because really, it is nothing, but she cocks her head at you that authoritative way. God, she should be a teacher with her assertive glances. “Just that you‘re so gorgeous I can’t say anything to your face…” you snatch her cup across the table, and take a deep swallow before shrugging and casting your gaze outside to spare yourself the mortification of being rejected. “Sober at least.”

You’re met with a beat of silence, “Why?”

“Look at your face!” you shout, utterly exasperated. You’ve got a good mind to pull a compact mirror to remind her how drop-dead stunning she is. “I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.”

“Why, baby? What way?” she croons.

Too caught up in your momentary lapse of judgement and rant, you fail to notice her edging closer to you, moving your glasses out the way, letting her forearms rest on the sticky table just so she can watch the way you lick your lips with nerves.

“Crazy, because you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts.”

“R—really?” she stammers.

You turn back to her, all thoughts evaporating with her ocean blue eyes looking in yours, driving you insane. Her pretty lips are all parted and awaiting, how much you want to kiss her… So instead, you pout, and begin to throw a strop in your tipsy state.

“Tell me more.”

“No.”

“C’mon,” she teases, a smirk toying at her mouth, giving her cheeks subtle dimples. “Don’t leave me hanging. “Tell me what you really think. How I make you feel. I wanna hear,” her voice drops to a purr, leaning over the table to husk in your ear, “every little thing.”

“Ok then,” you concede. “You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much.”

“I don’t see how,” she snorts, “but continue.”

Her attention never once fails you or turns away, enamoured with your every mere breath.

“You’re gorgeous. Your magnetic field is too strong for me to cope. Your energy draws me in. You’re all I want.”

“More.” she coaxes, a single word, but a whisper, and yet it stokes the embers of desire in the pit of your stomach, your forehead creasing to attempt to draw some concentration back from the depths of your mind where your fantasies about her saying that exact word in that exact breathy way linger.

Perhaps your adulation is excessive, but you don't miss the sparkle in her eyes at each compliment you dole. This is your final card, though, and you’re going to play it right, so you forget about the consequences of touching her hand in a darkness room, and simply intertwine your fingers, drawing your noses to meet over the table.

“You've ruined my life, by not being mine,” you profess, ensuring that your hot breath fans over her lips. You can feel her shudder. “And you know there’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.”

“I’m all yours if you’ll have me.”

And just like that, the world stops turning around you. Your heart lilts, your mind prattles on about all you want to say, all you want to do. But then it stops. And all of a sudden, you’re intrepid, desperate to ravish her and ruin her for all other women, eager to kiss her voraciously until you can scarcely breathe, yearning to feel her words of reassurance wrap around you, if only she agrees to your proposal over that of the hot bartender.

“Well, I’ve told you what's up, so I guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats. Alone... unless you wanna come along.”

You push away from the table and stand with a slight shrug, turning your back on her, making strides for the door and the storm bristling outside. Only, you barely make it to the door before Liz’s slender hand is wrapped around your arm, and is turning you back to her, tugging you closer, chest to chest, nose to nose.

“Fuck yes, księżniczka. After that, of course I’m coming.”

Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, a desperate battle of will, and her tongue slides over the seam of your lips. You grant her entry with an open mouth, heat skittering over your skin as she holds you tighter, closer, with a deeper urgency you don’t hesitate to match.

Her crystal eyes simmer as she withdraws, her forehead on yours. Her lips brush yours as she breathes, and she grabs your hand, heading out into the night with Liz, at long last.

“For the record, you’re gorgeous and perfect and drive me crazy too. Everything you said tonight, I echo. What can I say?”

You’re gorgeous.

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