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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

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Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: I'm tryna rotate as much as possible.

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Her name is Margot. She’s talkative but kind. She guides you through everything with patience. Tells you when to close your eyes and look up, how to hold your head, when to pucker your lips. She even explains exactly what she’s doing and why she’s doing it. Despite her demeanour, you still feel utterly stupid. Rather, you feel inadequate. 

Another woman shows up shortly after, as a brush traces the line of your cheek. She introduces herself as Darla, she has a whole rack of dresses lined up for you. Another inward cringe threatens to compress your lungs. 

As Darla presents you with options, you find it hard to breathe. It’s all so overwhelming, especially as a third woman, Erica, appears to do your hair, and a fourth, Nia, to tend to your nails. You could faint as you’re pushed, pulled, and prodded from all sides. 

“I like the red,” Margot suggests as you hem and haw.  

The dresses are all nice but you don’t even know what you’re picking it for. Honestly, none of them suit you. Too much skin for your liking. Not that that stays much; your comfort is jeans and baggy tees.  

Erika hums, “what about the teal, lovey? I do think you’d look marvelous with those cutouts.” 

“Yes, it is a pretty colour. You have the complexion for it,” Darla remarks. 

They’re all so nice but there’s something pitying in their voices. You feel like a child. You don’t belong here. You especially don’t belong with Bucky, apparently, he knows that too. Why else would he have these women plucking and picking at you? 

Margot finishes and brings you a mirror. As you see yourself, you blanch. It’s not bad. In fact, she’s done better than you could ever manage but you don’t look like yourself. You don’t feel like yourself. If he wants you to be someone else, you don’t think you can do that. 

You feel yourself shrinking. Your shoulders slump and you wilt, stuttering but unable to say a word. Margot touches your shoulder. 

“What is it? Hon, have I done something wrong?” 

“No, no,” you croak and bring your hands to your throat, “it’s nice. Really nice but... I need some air.” 

“Of course, Darl, Nia,” she shoos away the stylist pinning your hair, “let her up.” 

The women back off and the fourth watches you from the rack, still holding a sparkly black get-up. You search the room and swiftly head for the door. You let yourself into the hall, fanning yourself with your half-done acrylics. You’re happy at least they aren’t long. 

You pace back and forth, watching your feet pass over the pattern of the hotel carpet. You can run. You could just leave right now. The thought only makes your stomach hurt. No, you can’t. Not after he’s gone to all this trouble. You’d hate to seem ungrateful. 

You continue your incessant laps back and forth outside the door. You hear footfalls from around the corner and pause. You should go back in before someone sees you. You grab the handle. Shoot, it’s locked. You wiggle it as a shadow appears at the end of the hall. You gulp and peer down. 

It’s him. You lean on the door and face Bucky. He wears a dark blue jacket over a black shirt and black pants. There’s patterning sewn into his jacket, subtle spirals all around. His dark hair his combed back to the ends flip out behind his ears and his dark beard glints with silver strands, a patch more obvious on his chin. He’s strikingly handsome. So much so, you can’t understand why you’re there. 

His brows form a vee as he nears and he tilts his head, a tick in his cheek, “what’s going on, doll?” 

“Um, just... locked out,” you turn the handle again to emphasize your point. 

“No, what’s....” he looks at you and gestures up and down with his hand, “no, this won’t do.” 

You blink and pout. After all that and you’re not good enough. He raps on the door with his knuckles and there’s some scuffing from inside before Margot opens it. She steps back to let you in and greets Bucky by name. 

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he urges you ahead of him, his hand firmly around your arm, “it’s too much. She doesn’t need all this. I told you, just a little enhancement. I don’t want her looking like a Barbie.” 

“Sorry, sir, it’s... standard.” 

“Doll,” he stops you with him as he plants himself near the racks of dresses. The women watch him anxiously. “What do you think? The make up; you like it?” 

You peer around and stare at Margot. She worked so hard and it isn’t that it’s bad work. She made you look gorgeous but you just don’t like all the layers. You slant your mouth one way then the other. 

“Be honest,” he insists. 

“I... It’s pretty but a bit... heavy?” You eke out. 

“I agree,” he lets you go, “I appreciate the hard work, Marg, but I want to see her natural beauty shining. And these dresses...” he turns, “these aren’t right. I said light. I said... Mm, no. Doll, what’s your favourite colour?” 

He faces you as you stand in shock. You feel horrible that he’s reproaching them like this. They’ve done all this for you and he’s just going down a list of everything wrong. 

“Erm, purple, I guess but--” 

“Darla, get her something purple. Lavender? Lilac?” He looks at you for confirmation and you just nod. You won’t correct him. “Erica, finish her hair, something a bit less... stuffy. Margot, clean her face up. Nia, the nails are looking good.” He turns to you and takes you by the shoulders, “and you, all you gotta do is be your cute little self, alright?” 

You gulp and nod. You don’t know what to say. He saves you from a response as he brings his hand up under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and your cheeks flame at the awareness of your audience. He pulls back and caresses your cheek before parts completely. 

He checks his watch, “don’t got all night.” 

He marches off, leaving you dumbfounded. He’s like a hurricane, coming in and blowing everything out of sorts. You look around guiltily. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Margot assures with a smile, “come, let’s get you fixed up, dahling.” 

She beckons you over and sits you back down. You give your hand back to Nia to finish the manicure as Erica once more goes to work on your hair. You stare at the wall and let out a nervous sigh. 

“That’s cute,” Margot says, “the way he looks at you.” 

“Hm, yeah,” Erica agrees, “he definitely has the eyes for ya.” 

You close your eyes as Margot gently wipes away the make up with a cool cloth from a package. You shrug, trying not to move too much, “he’s nice. He... did all this. Just for me. I... I didn’t ask for it. I’m sorry he didn’t like it.” 

“No, baby,” Nia says, “this isn’t about us. It’s about you. What do you like?” 

You open your eyes again and frown. That’s a good question. You lower your gaze to your lap and exhale heavily. 

“I’m figuring it out,” you murmur, “I don’t... I don’t get out much.” 

“Oh, this must be so exciting for you,” Erica trills, “oh, how fun.” 

“I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” Nia adds, “don’t be nervous. Just enjoy yourself.” 

“Can’t be that hard,” Margot clucks, “on a handsome man’s arm, pretty as a bow,” she cleans her brushes as she talks, “it’ll be a great night. I’m thinking...” she peruses her chest of makeup, “natural tones. A dewy look. Natural, subtle.” 

“Okay, uh, yeah,” you agree, “that sounds nice.” 

“Hmmph,” Erica hums, “she’s a sweetie, isn’t she, ladies?” 

“Nicer than the last one,” Nia cackles. 

You stiffen and shift in the chair. You look at the nail tech then Margot as she compares a tube to your face and shakes her head. You push your lip against your teeth and let it flick out. 

“Last one?” You whisper. 

The women share a look and smile, “well, Mr. Barnes is notorious. Surely, you know.” 

“Oh,” you think of the headlines you scrolled through online, “well, yes, I know. I guess... I didn’t catch what you meant.” 

“Enjoy it. I’m sure you’ll get a few pretty baubles out of it,” Nia says, “and some memories to long for when you’re old like us.” 

“Old,” Margot scoffs, “speak for yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I know. I’m just... another girl.” 

“Oh, dahling,” Margot intones, “but he seems really fond of you, doesn’t he? Maybe he’ll keep ya around a bit longer, eh?” 

You just sit there. You knew better than to believe it was anything but the obvious but it’s still a hard pill to swallow. You stare blindly ahead as Margot remoisturizes your skin. 

“Didn’t mean to upset you,” Margot says. 

“I’m not, I just...” you swallow, “I’m nervous.” 

“Mm, nervous? Well, I think that’s what the bar is for. Erica, fetch some of that rose. She needs a glass, Stat.” 

Your mouth opens to protest but you think better of it. You’ve already caused them enough trouble. You thank them instead and try not to let your shame burn through. They know why you’re there and they’ve left no doubt in you of the same. 

“Make sure to pour me some too,” Margot chirps. 

🃏

You stop after one glass. It makes your inside bubbly and eases the tension just enough that you’re not jittering. You feel better but still not certain. 

The women confirm your fears. This isn’t going to last. It’s not like you didn’t expect as much but hearing it is all the more real. You’re going to have to come up with yet another lie to tell. This one will hurt the most because it will be at least halfway true; you’re still a loser. 

You’ll try to take their advice. You’ll enjoy this night; this once in a lifetime experience. You don’t think you’ll ever be in a casino again in your life. They’re not for you. All of this is just above you. It’s better suited to someone like your sister. You can’t help but wonder why it isn’t Roxie here. 

The clock ticks. Well, not truly. The digital numbers count down the minutes as you linger in the suite alone. The gaggle of women left only a few minutes ago but not without a promise that you’re happy. You are, at least with all they did for you. 

You approach the mirror, almost shying away from your own reflection. You look nice. You might even call yourself pretty. Your eyes look more brilliant with the subtle lining and the precisely coated lashes; not too heavy. And your lips, shiny but natural, your cheeks dewy with a hint of colour to them.  

And the dress. Lavender satin with crystals embedded in the fabric, lines of smaller ones interconnecting the larger stones. You turn and check your figure. You look grown up. It’s ridiculous to think but you do. The heels help, not too high but enough to define your legs. 

You turn and tear your gaze away from the mirror. You don’t want to be vain. Besides, you probably don’t look that good. You just look better than usual. The comparison is enough to skew your perception. 

As you teeter on the heels, waiting, for what, you don’t exactly know. You can surmise what it will all lead to. What he intends. You can’t deny it any longer. A man doesn’t do all this for altruistic mean and even you aren’t that pitiful. Well, you hope not. 

A knock at the door trips you up. Your heart lurches. You’re not ready. But it’s getting late and you know it’s inevitable. You can’t move or speak. You just stare towards the door. 

You hear it open. You blink a Bucky’s shadow appears on the carpet and he strides into your sight. Your eyes meet his and his blue irises sparkle as he sees you. He stops and put his hand to his chest. His forehead lines and he bites his lip. 

“Wow, doll,” he rasps breathily and slowly steps forward, “you look...” 

You press your hands to your sides and give a toothy expression, not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. Sweat speckles along your neck as his gaze bores into you. You’re even more self-conscious as he closes in. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. 

“What don’t you know?” He asks as he reaches for you and takes your hand. He draws you near, “huh? Look at you, doll.” He purrs, “you look spectacular.” His other hand grazes down your side and he squeezes your hip as he holds you at arm’s length and ogles you, “mm, damn. You wanna know what I know?” 

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes, “what?” 

“That you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m a lucky man to have you walking the floor with me tonight,” he drops your hand and frames your other hip, drawing you to him, “I have half a mind to keep you up in this room.” 

You choke. Your lower lip trembles and you shake your head, “that’s nice but...” you look away. 

“But? You don’t believe me, doll? You think I’d lie?” He challenges. 

“N-no, I didn’t say—but--- before---” you sputter and put your hands on his forearms, “there were others and they were prettier.” 

“Doll, don’t worry about before. This is now. You aren’t them and I’m telling you, you are beautiful,” he trails his hand up and nudges your chin. You look at him again, your cheeks shaking as you try to smile. “Here.” 

He takes your hand, his eyes clinging to yours as he watches you. You can’t look away. Not this time. He leads your hand up his jacket and slips it beneath. He presses it to his chest. You feel the taut muscle beneath and something else. 

“You got my heart racing, doll,” he growls. “That ain’t a lie.” 

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hey now, you're an all-star | jack hughes

it took one month of watching hockey for me to write fic. lmao. classic. good vibes.

thank you @littledrummeraussie for proofreading, love you angie 💖

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word count: 2.8k

Warnings:  i don't think it needs any? just forgive my limited knowledge of hockey and canada i suppose? mentions of anxiety related to university? it's a bit angsty bc let's be real, do i ever know how to write anything else?

(This is a fem reader insert)

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You’d known Jack Hughes for as long as you could remember. He stood up for you in the playground at kindergarten, when a bigger kid pushed you off the swings; you returned the favour by saving him from a spider on his backpack. Ever since, you’d always had each other’s backs. 

And for as long as you’d known Jack, you’d been able to tell when he was upset about something. His lips did this thing, not quite a pout, but nowhere near the easy smile you were used to seeing. He’d pull his sleeves down over his hands, and his breathing would be… deeper, somehow. He could never meet your gaze, either. 

You were scrolling through Instagram on your couch at home, where you were supposed to be studying, when you saw a video of Jack from the Devils fundraiser event, answering media questions about his injury and when he’d be back on the ice. He laughed and smiled for the cameras, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. They asked about the all-star game, and you could feel his hesitation in answering. Jack tried to be positive and assure everyone that he had a chance of playing, but you both knew that wasn’t very likely. 

You sent the video to Jack with a comment bagging out his hairstyle, hoping to lift his mood a little, before dropping your phone onto the couch and drawing your attention back to the economics case study you were supposed to be analysing. 

You’d stayed in Toronto for university, while Jack headed off to New Jersey after his draft year. Long distance friendship took a lot of getting used to, but at least you were still in the same timezone, and the NHL schedule meant that Jack was contractually obliged to visit you a few times each year. Quinn too, despite how much he complained about the intensity of hockey mania in Toronto. In fact, the entire Hughes family sometimes made the trek, which you knew your parents not-so-secretly loved. It reminded you of the warmth you felt growing up in each other’s homes, filled with laughter and joy.

The little focus you had for your economics homework was broken when your phone began to vibrate beside you, Jack’s name flashing on the screen. You rolled your eyes with a smile, before leaning over to answer the video call. 

“Good morning, sunshine!” You greeted your best friend, who was already scowling at you. 

“Is it a good morning, though? When all I do is get criticism from my supposed best friend?” 

“It’s not criticism, more… encouragement, I’d say.” You teased back, Jack rolling his eyes at you.

“Encouraging what, exactly?”

“Encouraging you to make better personal style choices, especially related to hair. You are a millionaire, after all. Least you can do is get a decent haircut.” 

“Oh, my apologies. Didn’t realise I was getting encouragement from the queen of high fashion. Is that a coffee stain on that shirt?” Jack’s eyes glanced down at what little he could see of your outfit in the video call, before poking his tongue out at you.

“Hey, I’m a university student. This is high fashion, I’ll have you know. Anyway, why aren’t you at training?” You asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. 

Jack’s lips pressed together, and he looked away from his phone and you; you silently cursed yourself for asking the question. Even though Jack had been injured, he’d been pretty dedicated to his rehab and recovery, so it was a little odd for him to be calling you in the morning rather than be at a physio session. 

“More scans this afternoon so no session this morning. Trying to decide if I can play next weekend or if I just have to show up and look pretty.” Jack tried to joke, but you could tell that it wasn’t something he found humour in. 

“Good thing that looking pretty comes naturally to you, J.” 

“Oh, so now I’m pretty? I thought I had shit hair?!”

“You can both be a pretty face and have shit hair, buddy. They’re not mutually exclusive.”

“Mutually exclusive? Is that a fancy term you learnt at school?” 

You laughed at that, earning a Jack smile in return. You continued chatting back and forth for another 30 minutes or so, before Jack had to go to his scans. 

You managed to get through the rest of your economics homework, but your mind kept wandering back to Jack and his frustration at being injured. He’d been an All-Star before, so it wasn’t that specifically he was frustrated about missing, you were certain. The difference this year was Quinn’s selection in the All-Star weekend, and the building anticipation around so-called “Team Hughes” that would see Jack and Quinn on the same team for the first time in their NHL careers. That’s probably what Jack was upset about, because as much as they chirp each other and are fiercely competitive, there’s nothing Jack Hughes loves more than his brothers. You knew that he’d be in his head overthinking everything and convincing himself that he was letting Quinn down, somehow, despite it being beyond his control. 

The only further communication you got from Jack that day was a thumbs-down text message, which told you all you needed to know. You were sporadically in touch a few times throughout the week, and before you knew it, it was the day everyone was flying in for All-Star weekend.

You’d managed to persuade your parents that a full-blown neighbourhood party was not necessary, and instead convinced them to accept Quinn’s invitation to a lowkey but nice dinner downtown near the hotel where he and Jack were staying. The dinner was something you were looking forward to all week, but you hadn’t anticipated two things: accidentally deleting half your economics essay the night before it was due and having to stay up until 3am to finish it; and the butterflies that you were feeling when you were getting ready for dinner. Why on earth were you so nervous? Seeing Jack and Quinn after a while was usually something that excited you, not stressed you out. 

You had just pulled on your dress and finished wrangling your hair when your phone pinged with a message from Jack. 

Have you looked at the menu for this place? We need to order a side of the loaded mac n cheese pls and thx 

I thought you were a high performance athlete? But of course, mac n cheese is a MUST

Correct, my body is a temple. A temple of mac n cheese. Mac is a carb, cheese is calcium for my bones. Winners all around. See ya soon x

Xo

It was freezing outside, so you took an Uber from your university apartment to the restaurant. You were running behind, thanks to traffic, and then you almost toppled over on the pavement outside due to the wet weather. Between that and your sleep deprivation, you honestly wanted nothing more than to go home, put your pyjamas on and cry; but you plastered a smile on your face and headed inside the restaurant. 

The hostess greeted you warmly, and offered to take your coat once you established that your parents had already arrived and were seated on a table towards the back of the restaurant, and you could see the backs of Jack and Quinn as you approached them. Everyone stood up to greet you with hugs and kisses, and the butterflies sparked again when Jack pulled out the chair next to his for you to sit down. Jack and Quinn both had nice sweaters on with collared shirts, and you were quietly glad you’d decided to wear a dress rather than the jeans you’d initially picked out. 

“How did your essay go, sweetheart? I know economics isn’t your favourite…” Your mother enquired, obviously unaware of your crisis the night before. 

You gave her a tight-lipped smile and took a sip of the diet coke in front of you (that Jack must’ve ordered for you, no doubt) before mumbling something about getting it sorted and hoping for the best. Your dad swiftly changed the subject to the weekend’s festivities, excitedly asking Quinn about his plans for the All-Star draft, but you could feel Jack’s eyes on you. You met his gaze and subtly shook your head, silently asking for him to save his questions for later. Jack frowned at you, but complied. 

The dinner felt like it went quickly, but also went for hours. Your stomach hurt from laughing (and probably too much mac and cheese), as Jack and Quinn regaled your parents with stories of their seasons and their plans for the next summer off in Michigan, where your two families would join each other for a month or so of adventures. You found yourself smiling as your dad and the Hughes brothers comically argued over who would pay the bill, before Jack excused himself to the bathroom and sneakily paid the bill on his way there. 

Jack and Quinn’s hotel was walking distance from the restaurant, and they excitedly invited you and your parents to come and see the fancy suite they’d been gifted for the weekend. Your mother made some excuse about traffic on the drive home and promised to come and see it some other time, but nudged you in your side as she told you to go and check it out. You were so tired and ready for bed, but reluctantly agreed; your window of opportunity to spend time with Jack was closing, so you figured you may as well make the most of it.

The butterflies in your stomach flitted around as Jack helped you into your coat before you headed outside the restaurant and bid your parents farewell. You fell into step in between the brothers as they traipsed back toward the hotel, conversation flowing easily as Quinn asked about your college classes and you asked him about the latest book he was reading. Jack was silent as you walked the few blocks before arriving at the hotel, and he gently placed his hand onto your back as you were guided through the hotel front door and into the elevator. 

Your jaw dropped when Quinn swiped his key card and you all entered the hotel suite. They weren’t joking about it being fancy, holy shit. 

The floor to ceiling windows had incredible views of the city skyline, with a very comfortable looking couch in the living area facing the view. Two doors at either side of the living room lead to bedrooms with luxurious linens, and the marble bathrooms were impeccably finished. 

Jack was grinning as he watched you take it all in, leaning up against the door frame to his bedroom as you stood near the window and gaped at the views. Quinn had flopped down on the couch and was texting on his phone. 

“Can they gift this to you year-round? I’d like to live here…” You mused, shaking your head at how insane this hockey lifestyle could be. 

“We could probably just buy it for you.” Jack said nonchalantly, as he wandered over to stand beside you at the window. 

“Yeah, if you want. They’d probably charge us more because I’m a Canuck, though.” Quinn deadpanned, earning a laugh from you and an eye-roll from Jack.

“Speaking of, the guys are all catching up in Petey’s room, so I think I’ll head down there. See you tomorrow after the draft, sugar plum.” Quinn pulled you into a hug, and your heart burst at him using your childhood nickname (which came from one ill-fated ballet performance and you insisted you hated, but secretly loved being called). 

You could’ve sworn you saw Quinn wink at Jack before he left the hotel room, but then again, the sleep deprivation could also be sending you loopy. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” Jack asked, moving to stand behind you and loop his arms around your waist as you still faced the window. Your heart rate shot through the roof as he pulled you closer, and nestled his head in between your neck and shoulder. You cringed as you realised he could probably feel your pulse beating fast. 

“Sure, but no blaming me if I fall asleep on you, sorryyyyy.” You awkwardly maneuvered yourself out of Jack’s embrace and walked over to the couch, sitting down on it and removing your shoes. 

“The first time we’ve seen each other in MONTHS and you’re going to fall asleep? Am I that boring? Sheesh.” Jack drawled, watching you from where he stood.

“Yes.” You stuck your tongue out at him, but lost it to a yawn which made you both laugh. 

“You know I love you, J. I would happily pull an all-nighter with you, but I don’t think two in a row is probably good for me.”

“Two in a row? What, where you out partying hard last night?” Jack’s voice trailed off as he wandered off into the bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. You heard a drawer open and a light thud onto the floor, and your throat tightened when you realised Jack was changing his clothes. God, you’d gotten changed in front of each other a million times. Why was your brain making everything so weird tonight?

“Not quite. Had a disaster that involved accidentally deleting my entire essay, sobbing for an hour, then staying up until 3am to write the whole thing. Living the dream, as per usual.” You rattled off, trying to sound nonchalant about, even though just thinking about last night made you nauseous with anxiety. Your nonchalance was clearly unconvincing, as Jack came back out of the bedroom clad in a hoodie and sweats and bee-lined for you, his face covered in concern. 

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s fine, I promise. All part of the college experience.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince yourself or Jack more. He couldn’t either, but instead of pushing the issue, he threw a hoodie at your head and laughed when you looked offended. 

“I’m definitely falling asleep if I put this on, by the way. You know I love being cozy. Cozy is my natural state of being.” You pulled your hair up into a loose bun using the hair tie on your wrist, before pulling the black Devils hoodie over your head. 

Jack slotted himself beside you on the couch and reached his arm over your shoulders, finding the remote with his other hand and navigating the ridiculously large TV onto Netflix. 

“Fine by be, sugarplum. I’d rather know you’re getting sleep here than send you home to stress yourself out more.”  Jack mused, his fingers absentmindedly stroking your arm while he found the latest season of a TV show you both loved to watch and pressed play.

“I’m not stres - it was just one essay - I promise I’m fine.” You sputtered, tripping over your words when Jack locked eyes with you, his gaze empathetic but all-knowing. 

“Besides, I’m not the only one in the room worth worrying about.” You said softly, nudging Jack’s side gently. Jack rolled his lips between his teeth, and sighed; he put down the remote and pulled his hoodie sleeves over his hands. 

“But we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You’re not letting anyone down, though. Quinn doesn’t think that.” You continued, softly, not wanting to cause tension. 

Jack sighed deeply again and pulled his arm away from you, leaning forward and rubbing his face with both hands. 

“You don’t know what Quinny’s thinking, sugar. And it’s not just Quinn, it’s the fucking journalists, and Bratter’s vacation being ruined, and goddamn Michael Bublé being disappointed in me, and - just - fucking all of it.” Jack exhaled deeply, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

You didn’t know what to say, because you could tell that Jack wasn’t in a mood that you could talk him down out of. But you could tell he needed comfort, needed reassurance, needed to know that you still had his back. Ever since kindergarten. 

You grabbed the back of Jack’s hoodie and gently tugged it, and he leaned back against the couch. You tapped Jack’s legs next, and he moved them up onto the other side of the L-shaped couch, so he was properly reclining. You paused, trying to figure out how to position yourself without being literally on top of Jack, but while your brain was running a million miles a minute, Jack’s hand found yours and yanked you towards him gently. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, before adjusting yourself between Jack’s body and the side of the couch. Jack’s arm found a home over your hips and settled gently on your stomach, pulling your back against his chest. You felt his breath on your neck as you both wriggled around, trying to get comfortable.

 

“Is this okay, sugar?” Jack’s voice was barely a whisper, directly into your ear. You didn’t trust your voice not to squeak a response so you simply nodded, trying desperately to calm your fast beating heart.

You rested your hand on top of Jack’s and gently squeezed, feeling yourself starting to lull to sleep. Despite the butterflies and your heart jumping out of your chest, you somehow had never felt more at peace, right in this moment.

This was safe, this was calm. This was home. 

[cozage]

Hi I reallllly love the way you wrote the reader with healing powers and I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer of continuing it?✨💖

A/N: A sweet (and lil angsty) HC list for how they’d react to your powers after initially finding out about them

Characters: F! reader x Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Law, Ace

Cw: Ace and Law’s hold a lot of angst. All of them are a little angsty but Ace and Law have a significant amount. 

Total word count: 1.3k

First part :) 

The Pain of Healing Part 2

Zoro

Zoro isn’t the kind of guy to tell you what you can and can’t do. His lover isn’t weak, and he knows that you know your limits, so he never stops you. But he does keep a close eye on you, especially during battles.

He’s probably one of the few people who actually understand your pain and your sacrifice, and he understands what an insult it would be to ask you to stop doing that. 

You all do have a mutual understanding though: he won’t stop you, and you won’t heal him. Your secret is safe for him, as long as you don’t use it on him.

He cares for you in small, quiet ways. He massages your sore muscles after a hard healing, and cuddles you extra close on the tough nights.

Whenever he sees a crewmember feeling particularly good after a fight, he wanders off to find you. He always picks you up without another word and carries you back to the ship, letting you sleep. He’ll tuck you into bed and leave you to sleep the pain away. He might crawl into bed with you, but you usually sleep better without him in moments like this.

He’s proud of you and what you’re willing to do for the crew, but a small piece of him is afraid that one day you’ll do too much, or something bad will happen to you because you went too far.

Sanji

Sanji has to bite his tongue when he sees you using your powers. 

You agree to his request not to heal him anymore, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes his wounds aren’t healing quickly without you. But when he notices other crew members wounds healing quickly, he gets a bad feeling in his stomach.

“My love?” he finally asks one day. “Do you heal others the way you used to heal me?”

“Sometimes,” you say. “When they need it, or whenever I can help.”

He hates that. He hates that you're being hurt, but he knows it’s not his place to critique your decisions, so he bites his tongue and he massages your body and after you’ve fallen asleep, he holds you and he cries for your pain, wishing he could take your pain away just like you can to others. 

He doesn’t stop you though, or tell you that he thinks it’s a bad idea. You can see it in his body language whenever you talk about it, but both of you ignore it. 

Luffy

Luffy doesn’t ask for healings anymore, but he never turns you down when you ask him. 

When you find little cuts and bruises along his body, you ask him if you can heal it. He always gives you a wide smile and nods, fascinated by how your powers work. 

He also knows it's a form of love you give him, and that makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

He honestly doesn’t think too much of him “causing you pain”, even though nobody else on the crew will let you help them. Luffy knows you wouldn’t offer if you didn’t want to do it. He doesn’t ask for healing, but if you’re offering then he doesn’t mind saying yes.

The only time he will turn you down is when he’s in a battle and he knows how badly he’s wounded. He always claims he wants to beat the enemy on his own merit, but really he’s afraid of how much you’ll be hurting at his expense. 

He’ll turn down your requests for a few days after battle, waiting for his bruising to go down and his cuts to start healing before he accepts your help. He only wants you to help with the little things, he doesn’t want to cause you actual pain. 

Law

He waits for you to recover before he brings up your powers again. When you’re finally feeling okay enough to sit up, he pulls up a stool and puts his best “I’m-Your-Doctor-Not-Your-Boyfriend” face on. 

“I don’t want you doing that again,” he said sternly. “Ever.”

“That’s not your call to make, Law,” you say sternly back.

He sighed, knowing what was coming. And it did. You all snapped at each other, arguing back and forth. Both of you were stubborn, and neither of you would yield in your stance. 

Finally, after an hour of arguing, you lay back on the bed and turn away from him. You’re tired of fighting and tired of sitting up for so long. 

“I just need you safe,” he said. “You’re going to overdo it and hurt yourself one day, and I can't-” his voice breaks, and you feel the guilt of making him hurt. 

You turn back over to face him, trying to offer a compromise. “I’ll only do it when it’s necessary, okay?”

He nods at that, seeming to contemplate your offer. “And when I’m around,” he added. 

“Law,” you warn. You know that's not a fair compromise, and so does he. 

“Fine. Only when it’s necessary.” He doesn’t like it, and neither do you, but it’s the best you’re going to get. 

He scowls when he sees you using it or when he sees your body weakened by the aftermath of it, but he never complains or argues. He has to admit, you do well to hold true to your end of the promise, so he never pesters you about it anymore. 

Your powers just kind of acts as this thing neither of you are super thrilled about, but you tolerate for the other person. It’s better not to acknowledge it, even if he is really curious on how it all works

Ace

You and Ace fight over this topic. A lot. The first time was when Marco came to you, letting you know that Ace had talked to him about your powers. 

You stormed off to find him, and a major fight ensued. Ace didn’t want you to be hurting yourself for other people’s mistakes, and you wanted to help people whenever you could. 

It’s a tense topic of conversation, something you all just choose to avoid discussing after a while, because every time it inevitably leads to a fight. 

Ace didn’t tell people, but he did ask your division commander to keep an eye on you in battle. “She’s been acting a little rash,” he’d say. “I’m worried about her.” Your commander came to ask you if you were okay, worried about your mental health. You had no idea what he was talking about, and he told you about Ace’s concern. That caused a pretty big fight.

He even went so far as to ask Whitebeard to have you transferred to his division so he could keep an eye on you. Whitebeard denied it, and asked you if you were having trouble in your current division. That caused another big fight. 

You know he just wants to keep you safe, and that his intentions are good, but it still enrages you that he doesn’t want you helping out when you can. It enrages you even more that he’s meddling so much in your life. 

Finally one night he breaks down, holding you tight against his chest. “I can’t lose you,” he sobs into your hair. Your heart hurts hearing him cry. You wished that the two of you could come to an understanding with each other.

“You won’t,” you whisper into his chest, tears springing up. You believed in yourself, you just wanted him to believe in you too. 

[charmercharm3r]

Just devoured all your Phases content and it left me in awe, like💀💀i never considered poly! ships but the way you depicted the relationship with jisung and minho was so enticing and gorgeous (also seeing minho as the sub for once blew my mind, in the best way)

And now my mind is full of possibilities. like, now we found out jisung has a sub side not even he knew about, imagine him getting low-key envious of reader fucking minho with the strap and imagining himself in that place. jisung trying to subtitly tell reader he wants to be fucked too but can't be direct about it because he has a pride.

how would it proceed??

i love your blog so much, pls don't stop💖

i’m mad i didn’t think of this idea myself, anon u are a genius

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“No, no, please don’t stop. I’ll be good, I promise!” Minho begged while clawing at your forearm to bring your body back down against his, wanting nothing more than to be pinned between you and the mattress.

He always makes it so hard to say no, sitting up to kiss your chest and neck as further pleas. You caved in and laughed, following the feeling of his lips as you laid him back down and hiked his knees up. “You have to stay like this, pretty kitty.” Minho nodded against you and held himself up by the backs of his knees.

While you shifted and made yourself more comfortable, the dildo inside him moved, nudging the spot that made him want to curl up and stiffen with pleasure. In the background was the slick sounds of Jisung off to the side, only watching. You didn’t need to see him to know his hand was wrapped around his cock and slowly jerking into the tight ring.

Minho’s breath didn’t slow, he continued to pant beneath you as your hips gently pulled back, pushing into him with almost no force and simply feeling him out. He tended to get ahead of himself, biting off more than he could chew when with you, especially. Jisung was skilled when it came to taking control of Minho’s needs in bed, he knew this side of the older like the back of his hand. Whereas you, although new to dominating with even just having the slightest bit of domineering edge over the brunette, was just the teensiest bit at a loss of what to do in this situation.

You figured it out quickly though, holding both his cheeks the way Jisung would do you to and focusing all of his attention on your face. He couldn’t look anywhere else as you wouldn’t let him, chest slowing to a steady breath and he was ready for more, once again.

It was maybe a few five minutes where you didn’t peak over your shoulder to acknowledge your blonde boyfriend, nor did you notice the quieting of the wet sounds on his side of the room. Rolling against Minho was taking up most of your mental capacity, he was so pretty to look at. You understood why Jisung loved taking him in this exact same way, the brunette was the finest picture of modern art.

Red, leaking cock sitting prettily against his lower belly, cheeks and chest flushed pink while glazed over with sweat, Minho squirmed and ached for your lips to seal him into the sub space he desperately wanted to fall into. He was more than halfway there, just needing the extra coddling push.

“Aren’t you just so handsome? Pretty kitty, you’re glowing. How does my cock feel? D’you like it? I think you look so cute stuffed full of me.” Minho nodded and whined at your words, puckering his lips for the kiss he’s been wanting so badly.

And when you leaned in and planted one firmly, lovingly onto his lips, a second whimper almost trickled out of reach of your ears. You could’ve missed one of the most glorious things you’d ever seen if you didn’t turn your head, thanking the heavens you did.

What a sight to behold, Jisung with his feet planted on the armrests of the corner chair, one hand cupping his balls as the older circled the rim of his hole. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth in effort to keep quiet, though failure not entirely something he intended on avoiding.

Jisung stared straight at you, straight at Minho— too in his own head to notice what was happening— and straight at where your bright purple strap was penetrating your boyfriend’s used asshole. You involuntarily lurched forward and pushed the dildo deeper into Minho while maintaining eye contact with the younger. In your peripheral you could see his finger dip into his own hole in time with your hip movement.

A whole new world of pleasure for you, Jisung, and Minho to explore.

Just after you finish with the first babbling baby beneath you in dire need of your attention.

When Minho gets in these needy kind of moods, it isn’t long before he’s winded himself so tight that any little thing gets him to blow his load faster than either of you could catch up to— but he always makes up for it with his short refraction periods and stamina. Minho laid at the foot of the bed to recollect himself, in the mean time, a certain blonde was awaiting his turn.

You strode tall in front of Jisung, strap hanging proudly on your hips, even more daunting because you were entirely too comfortable wearing it that it may as well been very, very real. Hell, the phantom limb syndrome told you that it was real.

“Do you want something, baby?”

His finger stalled in his hole, massaging his balls harder as if it was a comforting tactic when faced with a difficult decision.

“All you have to do is ask.” You put your hands on either side of the back of the chair, sensually kissing his cheek and back until you reached his ear to whisper, “I’ll give you whatever you want. There’s just one little word I wanna hear, first.”

“‘M not gonna beg.” He replied with no bite in his tone.

“You don’t have to. However, only good boys get to be fucked. Are you a good boy?”

Jisung bit his lip again as you pulled back to look him in the eye. A quick glance over your shoulder to look at Minho, as if the younger didn’t know what to do now that the roles were reversed. Unbeknownst to you, Minho nodded in signal to the blonde that, yes, he’s the best boy.

Whether he realized it or not, Jisung nodded, as well.

“That’s what I thought.”

Stealing his hands from himself, you carefully walked Jisung to the bed besides Minho, who only watched in entertainment. This was something new for all of you, neither of you could fault him for being interested. Plus, he was extra moral support.

As Jisung’s back hit the mattress, you crawled over his body and slotted yourself between his willfully spreading legs. “You always take such good care of us, baby,” you say as you brush his hair from his forehead, placing sweet kisses to his cheeks. “Won’t you let me return the favor?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled in search of another kiss and n latching onto the skin of your neck out of desperation to suck on something.

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby. You know.” The drag of your nail down his thigh to hook behind his knee and rest it on your hip, Jisung may have been too distracted.

“Puppy, c’mon,” he detached from your neck to plead with his big, round eyes.

You tipped his head back with a finger below his chin, “it’s just one little word. Be my good boy, won’t you?”

Jisung audibly swallowed the lump in his throat, torn between the ego he’s been holding on to and the earth shattering, mind numbing euphoria he knows you’re fully capable of giving to him if Minho covered in his own cum was anything to go by. Jisung looked over at his boyfriend, to which the older smiled at him with encouragement. You could see the pingpong ball bouncing back and forth in his head, he wants it so badly, wants to know why your boyfriend would go to unbelievable lengths to be stuffed full of your and his cock.

Teetering back and forth for a decision, Minho leaned over and pecked the younger’s cheek, “if you like it enough, who knows, maybe I’ll get to fuck you next.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, then turned to you with full confidence, “please.”

A proud smile washed across your face and reached down to cup both Minho and Jisung’s cheeks with one hand on each, “my sweet boys.” They nuzzled into your palms until you had to pull back.

“You had your turn,” you said to Minho, who happily reclined with his hands behind his head and let the younger take the spotlight.

Jisung was eager now, quick to wrap his other leg over your hip and tug you in to let the scratchy fabric of the strap rub against the underside of his thighs. “Easy. You’ve got all of me.” You assured him with a tender kiss, his arms snaking around your neck to pull you in closer. While your fingers traversed further down busy chest, beneath his belly and past his aching dick, Minho silently handed you the lube to coat your first two digits.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be screaming that one little word before I’ve even put my cock in you.”

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[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Body Language || @badalivie💕✅

↳ You and Donghyuck have been dance partners for the past 6 years. When he gets into an accident that costs him a competition and substitutes himself with another dancer, he realizes he’s not so open at all to having you dance with someone else, especially having their hands in the places he considered his.

Forget Him || @smileysuh🔞💕✅💯

↳ “What if… what if I helped you out a little?” His words hang in the air, and your room feels thick with tension. You’re acutely aware of the toy still pressed between your thighs. “Look,” Hyuck says, voice softer, “I hate seeing you cry- but seeing you cry about something good might make us both feel better.”

Getting Even || @ofjunemoment🔞💕✅💯💯 (pt.2)

↳ Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.

Inseparable Friend || @lovesuhng💕💔✅💯

↳ johnny was your best friend and platonic love during his high school days, but he left without even saying goodbye. 10 years later, you meet again at the class of 2013 reunion. do you still feel the same way about your former best friend? how about giving him another chance?

Operation Rizz || @acescavern💕✅

↳ In an attempt to teach Donghyuck how to get a girlfriend, Jaemin helps him make a list only... that list seems awfully familiar.

34 + 35 || @karinasbaby🔞✅

↳ in which jaemin decides to finally return back home after spending an entire day at practice (with a surprise).

Glitter || @kyufessions💕✅

↳ you walk in on your daughter giving your fiancé a makeover

Good Morning, Baby || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ waking up with boyfriend!mark

The Bottom || @donkey-hyuck💕💔✅💯

↳ getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.

(♥️) || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ (dilf!johnny next door is a sin. a wonderful 6 foot sin.)

Animal Instinct || @onyourhyuck🔞💕🔄💯

↳ You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

Cookie Jar || @neopuppy🔞✅

↳ (there wasnt a definite summary, but i dont really read any stepcest au's....however....this one...casually...slipped....in. PSA if you arent comfortable with reading any like stepcest type of fics, then this might not be for you, BUT if you dont mind reading one stepcest fic once in a while, then...i recommend you casually...read this one.)

Do You like It, Dr. Lee? || @revehae🔞✅💯💯

↳ haechan, jaemin, and jeno are some of the brightest, most accomplished students in your class that never fail to make high marks on the exams. but when they approach you one day in your office, your perspective of them changes dramatically. (oh heaven have mercy istfg)

Mark Me In Your Heart || @ohmytyong🔞💔✅

↳ when a sensitive and broken heart meets another one of the same nature, their instinctive reaction is to seek comfort in each other, and in order to heal themselves, they both need to be equally strong and willing to put all their broken pieces back together. but sometimes, some hearts aren’t strong enough to be saved; the only way to save them is if the stronger heart of the two is willing to take the risk and try for the both of them, whatever it takes.

Neighbor || @jaehyunssi💕✅

↳ after breaking up with your boyfriend, you spent hours crying in the middle of the night. your loud and nonstop cries made mark knocks your door to find out what’s going on

Persimmon Problems || @starsstuddedsky💕💔✅

↳ fantasy crushes are all fun and games until it stops being a fantasy and he’s really talking to you. but what are you supposed to do when he invades every part of your life?

Ric Flair Drip || @jnnul🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ HONESTLY, NOTHING ABOUT JUNG JAEHYUN IS REMOTELY APPEALING TO YOU. you hate the perfect boy act he puts on, you hate his need to impress everyone and everything, and you really fucking hated his dick.

Shoplifter || @augustinbluex🔞✅

↳ when you got caught stealing in a sex shop, you thought you'd earn another lecture from your stepdad. however, the lesson was not what you’d excepted

NCT Dream Texts || @nctstar💕💔✅

↳ you overhear them say you're clingy

NCT Dream Texts || @marklease💕✅

↳ dreamies texting that you forgot something at their place

NCT Dream Texts || @marklease💕✅

↳ throwing up in their car after a date (stop, jisung would be the one to sympathy gag with you, i cant. where is the lie to that)

NCT Dream Texts || @xrenjunniesx💕✅

↳ when you get lost (as someone who sucks with like maps and following/reading maps i can relate.)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[lovezbrownies]

Hello??? I just found your blog and omfg your writing is DELECTABLE 💖 I especially love Red ❤️‍🔥 you don’t have to but if you don’t mind could you share some more info about him? Like maybe some head cannons, please?? It’s up to you though!! Love your work!!!! Have a nice day/night, cheers!

Thank you!!! leajdsjhj, super glad you enjoyed Red, honestly I loved writing down his story :3 I'll probably add more to his character later on! keep in mind he isn't as twisted in this as he was in his intro post but i will write something like sometime in the future.

Yandere!Boss headcanons.

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Red Ludenhart x Reader

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, murder, torture, suggestive at the very end, but cute overall :3

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~Red is very romantic. You could go out for a coffee run and somehow come back to your apartment covered in roses, balloons, 15 different gifts, and a very horny Red. You really won’t see the end of it! He’s obsessed with you and he will let you and the entire world know. With Red’s income this man can easily rent out an entire restaurant just to have a nice private extravagant dinner with his loved one. Although he is a tad bit crazy if he finds out you’re uncomfortable with him doing that he would bend over backwards just to find out what your preferences are. Red wants you to love him as much as he loves you, so why would he ever try to make you uncomfortable? You make his life better so he’ll make yours perfect.

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~Red is also quite affectionate, an arm always around you, his face nuzzled somewhere on your body, kissing at any spot of skin he can find. He especially loves it when you just randomly go on his lap. Red loves it when you’re on his lap, he loves to completely wrap himself around you, cocooning his little butterfly. If he, for some reason, can’t touch you, rest assured he will grab at your shirt instead, his love and need for affection knows no bounds, really! If Red ever catches you wearing jeans oh lord you’d have to physically pull him away from you because he will put his hands on the back pockets of your jeans. Or he would grab your hand and put it in his own back pockets, he just finds the whole act so cute!

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~Red refuses to go to work if you’re not there. An investor wants to speak to him? Tell them to wait. There’s a storage issue? He’ll deal with it when you two get there. This man would not work without you there even if the Queen told him to. People have come to learn his schedule is your schedule, if they see you’re not there they won’t bother trying to find him. Even when he is there, he will most definitely neglect a lot of his duties in favor of you, pulling you away for an impromptu makeout session, just staring at you like a lovesick puppy; fair warning he will get upset if anyone dares to interrupt his precious time with you.

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~You should be careful if you do go out with him  however, because if Red catches anyone trying to make a move on you he goes absolutely ballistic. While he knows you’re smart enough not to cheat on him, others aren’t. Red cannot handle the fact that other people can perceive how attractive you are, and what’s worse is when they act on their feelings. Red has a tactic for these parasites. Act like it’s okay, get to know the freak, then pay good money to have them kidnapped and tortured for a very long time. He even pays extra for a recording of it! Of course Red has all these recordings well hidden from you and checks you’re nowhere nearby before watching them.

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~Red values family. While he understands if you have a complicated relationship with your family he hopes you can still get along with his. Red’s family is incredibly important to him, some parts of his childhood weren’t the best due to his biological parents, he was thankfully adopted by his new dad, Grim Ludenhart, and given the best childhood possible. Red would let you choose when to meet all of his family, but meeting his biological younger sibling is something you will not be able to skip on. Red values Siolis’ opinion quite a bit– so if they end up not liking you it will hurt him. While it won’t deter him from pursuing a relationship with you, this drift between the two most important people of his life will cause him a great deal of pain. But thankfully Red’s father, Siolis, and the rest of the family did end up approving of your relationship, welcoming you in with open arms.

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~Speaking of families, Red is amazing with children. But does it mean he wants any? No, not necessarily. If you do end up asking him for kids he will gladly provide two, preferably adopting. No more, no less. Red would be a phenomenal father, loving his kids equally and ensuring that anything they want they get. He will keep his job hidden from them up until they are teenagers, by then Red isn’t that worried of the influence his job might have on his kids. Red will buy a big enough house with a huge backyard right before you have kids. This man refuses to skimp out on them, just like his father.

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~Oh boy how excited Red gets in the bedroom. This man is NOT vanilla at all, introducing all types of freaky shit into the bedroom, with your consent of course. Red adores the act. And not in a kinky way at all, he loves how close you two become when you do the deed, how intertwined you are, how you desperately grab at him, how you look just as you’re about to let go, how even after multiple rounds you somehow manage to turn him on once again, causing him to become rock solid before he can even pull out fully. Also want to mention Red definitely has some form of food or mouth kink. This man loves shotgun kisses, the way you cough it up causes his dick to dig straight into your back. He loves to do this with any substance really, if it went from his mouth to yours, or better yet your mouth to his expect a complete mess in his pants.

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~Point is, this man is so loving. While also kind freaky :3.

Lil quick drawing I made of him :3

[gennemi]

Omg Rennnnn♡ hear me out, okay? Scen/Headcanon (idk whichever suits you) w/ Muzan and gn reader who is Upper 5 with a flower blood demon art style (almost like poison ivy but with any flower that they have encountered) who has a crush on Muzan and everytime they sees him they get really happy and excited and flowers start blooming in their hair🥲💖

the main inspo for this is because I have an afro, and when I go out with my nieces and nephews, they always find flowers to put in my hair because according to them it will make me happy✋️😭

(I swear I love them so much🥰❤️)

𝑴𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑮𝑵! 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

A/N: This was the cutest ask ever!! I loved it!!! 🤭💕❤. Thank you so much for requesting this cute ask lovely! I hope you love it! And that's so sweet that your nieces and nephews do that! 😭❤✨ I'm sorry if it was short though! I tried my best (I'm still learning to write more better for Muzan!)

Warnings: Fluff, spoiler mentions of Uppermoon 6, 4 and 5s deaths, implied realtionship.

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-It was no secret to their fellow uppermoons, that they had a crush on the Demon King himself, the only one who didn’t know was Muzan himself. They didn’t say anything to him about it, because they didn’t think he would even see them in that way. They don’t even know how they managed to become an Uppermoon, their blood demon art simply had something to do with flowers. 

-Everytime they saw him, they would get so happy and excited. That flowers would start blooming from their hair. It would confuse Muzan at first, because they did that with everyone else when they got happy/excited, but more would bloom when they were happy, around him. And it really confused him. How they aren’t even scared of him, that they were happy to be around/see him.

- Even during the Uppermoon meeting, after the death of Daki and Gyutaro, they seemed happy to see him, that flowers bloomed from their hair. Which of course didn’t go unnoticed by Muzan. He could see the happy look on their face, the happy sparkle in their demon-like eyes, and the blush adorning their face, he dug deep into their thoughts during said meeting. Which had revealed that they are infatuated with him.

-Now he didn’t know how to react at first, considering this is Muzan we are talking about, he doesn’t have time for romance, or such ‘weak feelings’ as he would call it, but he won’t lie. They were his favorite, but obviously he wouldn’t say it out loud, because of him being too prideful.

-So imagine their surprise,when he asks them to stay behind after said meeting. That he needed to have a conversation with them. But they stayed behind, no questions asked. They were confused about why he needed them to stay behind.

-Until he bluntly said out loud, that he read their mind. Knows that they are in love with him. They immediately tense up. Scared of what he is going to say/react to their feelings, but to their surprise he admits to them that he is infatuated with them also.

-He chuckles at their reaction after he admits that to them. Their demon-like eyes were wide in shock, as their mouth hung open also in shock, but they quickly shook the shock off, and gave a big happy smile. More flowers are popping up in their hair from them being more happy/excited.

-After that he starts treating them differently than all the other Uppermoons, he’s less strict on them (which makes all the other Uppermoons jealous). And he's become really overprotective over them, especially after the deaths of Uppermoon Four Hantengu and Uppermoon Five Gyokko. He even goes as far as spoiling them, giving them compliments, and caring about them more than the other Uppermoons.

[buckgasms]

Hellooo! This is my second time requesting but I absolutely love your work so much! So I was thinking maybe Princess reader and daddy Bucky where princess is innocent and dumb. She’s always very sweet to everyone (especially daddy) but can’t tell when anyone is flirting with her or even if they’ve done something wrong. She just loves everyone and could never fathom being rude. Feel free to ignore if you aren’t taking requests. 🎀

You are getting me GOOD with these requests!! I love it so much 💖 thank you so much for coming back 🎀

Because I imagine this puts Bucky in a very difficult state of mind. Because he loves how innocent and dumb you are, but he HATES the idea of you being flirted with and someone thinking they have a chance with you.....

I'm imagining a party scenario right? He's got people mingling in the garden of his luxury mansion and it's all classy and everyone is vibing away.

And you are floating around the party like a fairy, chatting to people, having a little drink and everyone is just like 👀 she's perfect 👀

Obviously you spend time with Daddy, holding hands and giggling with him, he presses kisses to your hair and sometimes you have little longer kisses when people aren't talking to him about business or whatever. Also he gossips about people because it shocks you and you have the best reactions to all their secrets.

Also telling him how handsome he looks and maybe you tease him a little about how much you wish you could leave the party and have fun with him...

And you've got the cutest outfit on and everyone has told you how pretty you look and basically you are buzzing on cloud nine right now.

So whilst you are taking some time to enjoy the view or whatever someone wanders over to you. He's a nice looking guy and he starts chatting away to you, which is nice y'know?

"That dress looks amazing on you, why don't you give me a twirl?"

And you giggle and give him a twirl, forgetting that when you do that you basically show off your pretty underwear in the process. And neither of you notice that you have Daddy's full attention.

"Wow that was perfect, let me film it and show you!"

The guy takes out his phone as you giggle again, twirling with more vigour and smile at the camera.

"Check out that view huh? Look down there..." He says and you lean over the balcony and try and see what he's pointing at.

You frown in confusion when suddenly you hear Daddy's voice.

"Enjoying the view huh?"

You twirl around but he's not looking at you. He's staring daggers at the man whose face has gone quite pale.

"Gimme that fucking phone now" he growls and you watch wide eyed as the phone is passed from one to the other and Bucky flicks through the images. "You taking pictures of my Princess?"

The guy stutters and you gasp and Bucky snaps the phone in half and throws it into the pool. The whole party has gone pretty quiet now.

The butterflies in your tummy are exploding, from worry to absolute desire watching Daddy defend you like a mad man.

"If I ever see your face again I'm gonna end you. Now get the fuck off my property.."

Security appears and walks the man away from you at speed. As he leaves the party noise resumes and people get back to their conversations, although they are probably all talking about the same thing.

"Ummm Daddy what happened?" You ask, twiddling with your fingers and biting your lip nervously.

He walks over and cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss on your lips. "Did you forget what happens when you twirl sweetheart?" You run your hands over his chest and lock eyes with him. After a pause you nod.

"Was I bad? Didn't mean to be..." You whisper and he smiles, stealing another kiss from you. "No, it's ok baby. You didn't know... That's why Daddy takes care of you hmm?"

You giggle again and wrap your arms around him, "I liked when you broke his phone Daddy..." He grins proudly, squeezing your ass as he pulls you closer. "Yeah? Couldn't help it sweetness, can't have him enjoying pictures of you. You're just for me right?"

"Just for you"

[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah would it be too much to ask for the reader talking to Wayne about Eddie or just life? Love you🖤

Hiii babes!! It’s not too much to ask for at all!! I hope you like these little random conversations with Wayne!💖

-I went with Eddie being your fiancé and that’s why Wayne is just so used to you✨

*Wayne is used to your rants and he may never admit it but he may kinda sorta love you more lol*

“He said what now?” “He said he doesn’t like it.” “He doesn’t like it? It’s cheese and chicken with rice what’s not to like?” “I added broccoli to his because he needs to eat more vegetables so maybe that’s why he doesn’t like it?” “You added broccoli? You forget you’re dating a man with the eating habits of a toddler.” “Even toddlers eat vegetables Wayne.” “Well…yeah okay that’s true.”

“You said it’s making a weird noise?” “Yeah it rattles when I turn it on.” “Now don’t go bitting my head off okay but is there gas in the tank?” “Uhhh I think so?” “You think so?” “I mean I got here just fine.” “You live two trailers down…” “God you sound just like him when you say things like that.”

“You have anymore coffee uncle Wayne?” “I had a feeling you’d be by so I made an extra pot.” “How’d you know?” “It’s Friday.” “Do I really come over here every Friday?” “Like clockwork darlin. I hear Eddie’s van go down the road and not even five minutes later you’re walking through my front door.” “Well it’s the only time I have to get you up to speed on the neighborhood gossip.” “Well please enlighten me on what’s going on in our neck of the woods oh and there’s creamer in the fridge for you.” “You bought creamer? You just use milk.” “Yeah but you don’t like milk as much so figured if you’re gonna be here every week might as well make sure you can at least enjoy your coffee while you’re here.” “You Munson really know how to make a girl feel special.” “Oh come on and just tell me what you know about the new neighbor that moved in behind Mrs. Thomas’s place.”

“Now hold on a minute where are you?” “I’m at the Lover’s Lake.” “And where’s that fiancé of yours? I don’t see the van in the driveway.” “He’s at work and I hate bothering him at work.” “You know he’s not gonna be happy when he hears you called me first.” “I’ll deal with him later but do you mind coming to get me please? Both of my bike tires are flat I must’ve gone over a broken bottle or something.” “Yeah I’ll come get you. Now you got shoes on right? And a jacket? It’s freezing out tonight.” “Why do you two always ask if I’m wearing shoes? It was one time I drove in slippers okay just once!” “Now what about a jacket?” “I…don’t have one on.” “I got a spare in the truck. I’ll be there in like five minutes.” “You’re gonna call him aren’t you?” “Just gonna tell him you’re fine and not to worry.” “Right as if telling Edward Munson not to worry has ever worked.” “If I don’t call him then you better.” “No you can call him it’s fine.” “That’s what I thought.”

“Now if someone in there makes you mad what do you do?” “Walk away.” “Good that’s right you just walk away don’t pay em any attention.” “Even Tina?” “Especially Tina. You know she’s looking for a reason to ban you from the mini mart for life.” “If you see me running you’ll be ready to haul ass home right?” “That’s what a getaway car is for.” “Perfect I think they even made Hopper come in just in case I lash out.” “But that’s not going to happen right?” “Nope I’m going to be on my best behavior.” “Good now pick up some bananas while you’re in there for me okay?” “You’ve been using them to take your vitamins?” “Yeah it’s not too bad actually.” “Good! Don’t tell him but I’ve been putting some liquid vitamins in Eddie’s oatmeal the last few weeks.” “It’s not a secret. He knows.” “Damn it. I thought I was being so sneaky.”

“I love him.” “I know you do.” “But it’s hard sometimes.” “What’s going on? Need me to whoop his ass?” “No no it’s not him. It’s me.” “Oh come on there’s nothing wrong with you.” “I’m chaos on two feet uncle Wayne I don’t know how he puts up with me. Who manages to get lost in their own home town at least once a month? Me! Who gets stuck in the middle of a fucking lake alone? Me.” “I mean okay yeah you keep him on his toes but he loves you. And I mean he really really loves you. I’ve never…I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.” “I just feel like I don’t deserve him.” “Oh please you two idiots deserve each other. No one else can handle him and sure as shit no one else can handle you.” “We are a couple of idiots huh?” “Yeah but I love ya both.” “You love me more though right? You can tell me I won’t tell him.”

“Can I borrow your ladder uncle Wayne?” “Absolutely not.” “Why?” “Because you on a ladder is a death trap.” “That’s exactly what he said. You two really are related.” “Just tell me what you need it for and I’ll do it.” “I need to change the lightbulb on the front and back porch.” “Is he working an overnight?” “Yeah so it’s just me and Freddy.” “I’ll come by and change the lightbulbs and if you and Freddy wanna come over for dinner that’s fine.” “I’ll bring brownies. I just made some last night.” “Won’t he be upset? You know he loves those damn things.” “I’ll make it up to him don’t worry.” “I…don’t…even wanna know.” “God you two are ridiculous I swear.”

[xoxoemynn]

Sorry for spamming your likes, I just saw you were sending lovely letters and I went and read a bunch of them and it just really got me in my feels 🥺

So, I’m going to send YOU a lovely letter, because you also deserve one!

Reading through your letters just now was honestly so lovely and uplifting, which was something that I really needed to see rn and basically brought me to tears (I’ve been very emotional lately so I mean, take that as you will 😭). Your letters are so personal and thoughtful and specific. It’s just shows that you really put a lot of effort into being a kind person and making sure that people feel seen and heard and that’s just really something else to see sometimes when it can feel like you’re all alone. All it takes is that one person, that one kind word, to make you realize that not everything sucks all the time and you are kind of like that for me.

I know we don’t talk that much, but your presence in the fandom is always so positive and supportive and even when your words aren’t directed at me, they still resonate with me and have helped me thru some pretty tough times these last few months. But especially through your fic.

You are one of the most talented writers I have ever had the pleasure to enjoy and I am so grateful every day that you are willing to share that with us. I know I gush about the Lighthouse Boys all the time, but that story hit me in a very special place in my heart and even though you got 12 very detailed comments from me about how much I loved that story, I’m gonna go ahead and tell you again because it really does just mean that much to me.

Thank you for being here and for being you. I hope you have a wonderful evening. 🫶🏼

NEVER HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING MY LIKES, THAT'S LITERALLY WHAT MY BLOG IS HERE FOR.

And I am very 😭😭😭😭😭 about all of this, which is partially what took me so long to reply because how do I even come close to matching this energy??? But thank you so much for recognizing these love notes, that actually means so much to me. I genuinely thought I'd be able to finish them all in a couple of days, but I did really want to make them all feel personal and individualized and not just general "you're really great! 👍" because truly there ARE so many incredible people on this site who've shaped my experience here in big and small ways and they all deserve to feel loved and special. And unfortunately I have a job and a family that drain me LOL and I haven't felt I was able to put into them as much as they deserve as quickly as I wanted and felt bad they dragged on so long but IT WAS OUT OF LOVE.

Thank you for all your kind words, thank you for loving Lighthouse Sanctuary so much. All your incredibly thoughtful comments meant so much to me. That story is really special to me and is one of the most personal ones I've written, so any time I hear of someone loving it especially hard it just gets me right in the heart. 💖

And that also makes me think about you. You love SO hard. You feel SO deeply. And I know that can be a blessing and a curse because sometimes it's just like........ where do you put it? Where do you put all these emotions?

But what you do is channel those emotions into making others feel good. In hearing them, even if they're not saying anything out loud, in validating them, in making them feel loved and supported and seen. You always go out of your way to better people's lives in whatever way you can (like, um, this very message?!), even when you're going through the horrors yourself. That takes so much strength and I admire you so much for that. You deserve all the very best things in life. 💕

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: Oh my, we be sad gurls and bois.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

When Pete rumbles with snores, you move to the couch, hoping for what little sleep you can summon. You can't lay there beside him knowing what you know. You can't steam in the spite of knowing that he can sleep just soundly while sneaking around.

Two wrongs can never make right. You're not absolved. Far from it. You're mad. At him. At yourself. At life.

As you drift in and out, the apathy comes. You can't care. If you let yourself feel, you'll fall apart. You don't have that choice. Someone has to hold it together for the kids.

You get up first, like most mornings. You're restlessly impatient to get the day started if only to get away from that house. From the husband who isn't much of one.

Simone and Malik sit at the table eating cereal as you check your phone. You're on track so far. As if fate is throwing you a soft ball, the morning is going smoother than ever.

You get the kids packed and in the car. Every step is taken on habit alone. You walk them to the school doors and wish them a good day. Then you go back to your car and idle in silence. You're empty, you have nothing left.

You make yourself pull out and join the snailish roll of traffic through the school zone. Your drive to work is over before you know it as you stay locked in a trance. Before you just went through the motions, now it's like you're a ghost, floating aimlessly from one place to the next.

You enter the office, the walls a blur in your vision as you find your way blindly to your desk. Your head is pounding. Amid your early morning scramble, your desperation for distraction, to think of anything but reality, you hadn't even had a coffee. Your entire being throbs from the caffeine withdrawal.

You cup your forehead as you boot your computer. Eventually you'll get up and grab a cup of the weak break room brew. You lean heavily on the armrest of the chair and wiggle your mouse. 

For once, you're thankful to be at work. No fighting kids, no laundry, no scoundrel husband. But you're there and it's just as hard to live with yourself. 

"Morning, sunshine," Mr. Hansen's booming tone has you careening back in your chair as he comes to lean on the corner of your desk, "aren’t you bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Long night, huh? Husband finally loosen you up a bit."

You give him the daggers. That look that says 'enough'. Your motherly chagrin blazing at full force. He winks and laughs as he taps the end of your nose.

"You're real cute when you're pissed off, you know that?" He puts a hand on his hip, smoothing his index and thumb of his other across his mustache.

"Mr. Hansen," your voice is gravelly with dry fatigue, "is there something I can do for you?"

"Well, I can think of a certain wakemeup," he snickers, "but I'm thinking that you're not really into it. Still, you look like you could use it."

You huff and turn your chair to glare up at him. Can't he bother anyone else? He had his fun, he humiliated you, he made you hate yourself. So what else does he want?

"If you don't mind," you push your chair back and stand, "I'm going to get some coffee."

"Oh, sounds fun," he shoves away from the desk and trails after you, surprising you as he stretches and arm across your shoulders, "this company shit, it's garbage. How about I make you my own personal brew? I got a keurig in my office, just got some French Vanilla–"

"No thank you," you grumble and pull away from him.

You enter the kitchen first as he continues his incessant pursuit. He likes Malik when he wants to tell you about his legoworld. You go to the machine and find the carafe empty. You rinse it and fill the tank.

"You're mad about yesterday," he says as he leans on the counter, "if you're into snuggling, you coulda stuck around–"

"No," you growl as you measure out the coffee grounds.

"I let you go take care of the crotch goblin so I thought we'd be square–"

"Mr. Hansen, it's not you," you close the lid and flip the switch, "really."

"Ah, got it, it's the hubby. He's not taking care of his marital duties, huh?"

"Please, sir, it's not… it's not that," you falter as the lie sticks on your tongue. "Tired, need coffee."

"You look like you need sleep," he shifts closer as you stare at the slow trickle of coffee, "tell you what," he lowers his voice, "you come in my office, give me a good tug and I'll let you sleep in a meeting room. How's that? I'll make sure you get your eight hours."

You open the cupboard, taking out your mug from the bunch of mismatched porcelain, and set it on the counter. You can't even look at him. Not only because he repulses you but he reminds you of how pathetic you truly are.

"I'm good," you insist, "thank you, sir."

He scoffs, "I'm giving you something you're not getting elsewhere. Action and sleep," he runs his knuckles up your sleeve, "beggars can't be choosers, can they?"

You look at him. You're so fucking exhausted that your eyes are too dry to eke out a single tear. It's the only thing keeping you from tipping over the edge.

He smirks and looks at your blouse, reaching to pinch one of the front buttons, "look at that, all put together."

You glance down at the misaligned buttons. You don't even care. You're a mess. You're old and used up and unwanted. Even he only wants to get off, it doesn't matter who does it.  At the end of the day, he'll be just as happy to do it himself.

You're speechless. It's nothing like shock. It's exasperation. Are all men really like this? Is this what Pete does? Is she some girl at the company?

"Forget it," you take your empty mug and spin in your low orthotics.

You stride out and stumble to your desk. You can do this. You just have to get through the day. And then what?

Get the kids, go home, cook dinner, do homework, bath time, bed for them, clean the endless mess…

Tomorrow? The same thing, over and over, until what? Until when? When do you admit defeat?

Hansen struts out of the breakroom. You look up as you see him sipping from a mug; your mug. He meets your gaze as he drinks deeper and passes by.

You wonder the same thing about him; when will he give up? 

🗄️

You feel yourself slumping lower and lower. Your eyelids are scratchy and burning as you fight to keep them open. You cup your chin in your hand, elbow planted on your desk as the emails blur before you. You can do this… 

In a minute, you’ll get up and get a coffee, undisturbed, and really start working. You won’t fall asleep. How could you? Right here in your office chair. On the best nights, you can barely sleep in your own bed. Lately, it’s only been bad nights.

Once you find the energy, you’ll get up. You swear you will. It’s all you have to look forward to. That cup of coffee. You can smell it. You know it’s burnt by now, stale and bitter, but your stomach growls for it.

A few more minutes.

You hear snorts, strange noises that seem to rumble from within you. The clacking of keys and soft clicks continue, almost forming a rhythm as your screen ripples to bars of colours. You feel a weight over you and a sudden shift.

You hit the floor, bouncing on your ass as your seat hits your shoulder. You look up as you awake, only realising then that you dozed off. You blink at your coworkers before focusing on the figure glaring down at you. Mr. Hansen has a hand in his pocket and a foot on the bottom of your chair. Shit.

“Working hard,” he muses tritely.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, disoriented. You can’t believe you fell asleep. You hope this is just a dream, if so. “I… I didn’t–”

“Get up,” he demands.

You scramble to get to your feet. You reach for the chair and he kicks it further away. You’re overly aware of your audience. No one will look directly at you in fear that they might draw Hansen’s attention, but it’s obvious by the lack of typing that they are very aware of the scene.

“I’m very sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to. I was– I’ll stay awake. You don’t have to worry.”

“Go home,” he says curtly.

“Home? No, I can make it through the day. It was a mistake.”

“Go. Home.” He repeats pointedly, “this isn’t a hotel.”

“Please,” you murmur, “please, Mr. Hansen,” you clutch your hands together, trying not to speak too loud, embarrassed as your voice cracks, “I–”

“Don’t make me call security,” he warns as he steps back on one heel, his posture victorious. He arches a brow in challenge. You’re certain he’d love to see that, you dragged out like an intruder. “Come back Monday, well-rested, and HR will deal with your disciplinary report.”

“What?” You gulp. In all your time there, you’d never been written up. Not once.

“Keep digging that hole.”

“Okay, okay,” you go to your desk and open the drawer to pull your bag out. You hook it on your shoulder and turn around, nearing him as you reach for the coat hung on the back of your chair. He watches you with a smug smirk, “I’ll be back Monday.”

“We’ll see.”

His ominous words put you on edge. You recoil and stare at him. What does he mean by that? You’re not stupid enough to ask. You put your head down and march out, burning with embarrassment as you pass your rapt audience.

“Hey,” Hansen claps his hands, “back to work.”

🗄️

You barely make it home. You set an alarm as you get in the front door and collapse on the couch. You don’t care that it’s lumpy and uncomfortable, you don’t care about anything. You forget all your worries for the blackness that clogs your mind.

As quickly as you close your eyes, your ringer goes off. You wake with a groan and roll over, shoulders cramped and stiff as you reach for your phone. Two o’clock already. Your head pulses with the dregs of fatigue. You feel marginally better.

You fill a travel mug and head out to pick up the kids. Along the way, you can’t help but shrink behind the wheel as the morning pricks in your mind. You don’t expect things to go well on Monday.

You pass a Burger King and slow down. You don’t have the money for a Whopper. No, that’s not what you’re thinking. It’s not spending you’re planning on.

You pull in and get out. You enter and approach the counter, sheepish as a twentysomething greets you from the other side.  You smile as you come forward.

“How can I help you ma’am?” He asks, hands on the side of the till.

“Oh, uh, I was… I was looking for an application,” you eke out. “For a job.”

He nods, you see the surprise flick in his lashes, “oh, well, we don’t have physical applications anymore but…” he reaches over to a stack of small flyers beside the till, “if you scan this QR code it will take you right to careers page.”

“Um, right, yeah, makes sense,” you take the slip as he offers it, “thank you.”

“You lookin’ to order?” He prompts with a strained smile.

“No, sorry, I gotta go get my kids,” you fold the flier and turn away, “have a good one.”

You head back to your car. You drop into the driver seat and curse. Fuck, your hips are killing you. You don’t imagine doing weekends standing behind a till will do much for that but you don’t have much of a choice. Even with the second job, you doubt you’ll be able to pay for the babysitter to cover it. What a stupid idea.

You shove the flier into your purse and back out from between the lines. You check the time as you set out to the school. You arrive just as the bell rings and the kids are let out into the yard. 

You find Malik with the other grade ones as Simone seeks you out on her own, too cool to hang around with the other grade sixes. She can be a bit of a loner but not in a sad way. She can intimidate even you.

“Hey, how was school?” You ask as you take them to the car, “did you do anything fun?”

Malik tells you about the popsicle stick houses they made as you buckle him into his car seat and Simone does up her seat belt on her own. You nod and smile, humouring your son’s slightly lisping story.

“What about you, Simone?” You ask as you look over at her.

“I just read. I’m almost done number four,” she shows the cover of her latest fantasy series, “but they wouldn’t let me stay in the library during recess.”

“Good, you need the fresh air,” you tease, “speaking of, I was thinking we could go for a hike this weekend. How does that sound?”

“A hike?” She grimaces, “is dad coming?”

“Err, we’ll see,” you shrug, “I spend all day in the office, I’d like to get out before the winter gets here.”

“I’ll go if dad does,” Simone opens her book, “it won’t be any fun without him.”

“Daddy, daddy,” Malik claps his hands, “I love daddy!”

“I’ll ask him,” you nod and keep a frown from tugging at your lips. 

You stand straight and gently close the back door. You round to the driver’s door and get it, quiet as you turn the engine. You’re not even good enough for your own kids.

[genshin-obsessed]

Hi Pocket! Please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable and I'm sorry if it does! I was wondering if you have ever been in a relationship before? I'm around the same age as you and have never dated before, but I keep seeing everyone in relationships and feel like I'm behind. Do you have any thoughts or advice regarding this? Thank you for your time and I hope you have a good day!

Hiya darling ! This doesn’t make me uncomfy at all💕

Just in case anyone isn’t looking to read this , ima add a cut but my answer is below !

I have been in a relationship before , yes and I’m in one right now . It was my most serious one and it started when I was about 16 . However , it was really toxic so it didn’t end well

After it ended when I was around 19 , I didn’t date until just recently . One thing I’ve come to learn is you don’t wanna rush it . Rushing it means you’ll most likely end up saying yes to someone you aren’t compatible with or one that just isn’t good for you . That leads to other complications that just keep going .

I can understand feeling left behind . In my family most people my age are married and I’m kinda behind on that . Not only that , but a lot of my high school friends are married with kids . But for me , I’m not interested in marriage just yet . I mean I am , but not as much as you’d think . And I don’t think I ever want kids . But I get feeling like you’re the only one who doesn’t have what others have . Marriage for me almost feels like pressure from others like “well when are you getting married ?”

You should just make sure that those feelings are your own and not pushed on by others . Like , do you want a relationship or do you feel like you need to be in a relationship ? For myself (to compare) , I feel like i need to be married but I don’t want it just yet . That need is bc others keep bringing it up (parents , aunts , etc) and so it’s not my own thoughts .

Otherwise , there’s definitely someone out there for you , but I wouldn’t rush to meet them . Tho I was young , I still rushed into that relationship . And I feel like I was so desperate to be in a relationship that I let someone hurt me over and over and just accepted it . Don’t be like me .

There’s also a lot more positives to being single than in a relationship . It’s especially good if you need to work on yourself . Like maybe you feel like you need to be more patient , more open with your feelings , more comfortable with being alone , etc . Build yourself first then worry about a relationship . It’s also best when it’s natural rather than searching out of desperation . Not to say you sound desperate or anything . I just feel like I was bc I felt like all my friends were in a relationship .

Last point was never being in a relationship . There’s nothing wrong with that . Honestly , healthy and strong relationships come from experience and time anyway . Lots of relationships w you’re younger tend to fail (not all the time) due to lack of experience or maturity . Meaning , even if you don’t enter a relationship now , you’ll be better able to handle it a year from now that you would’ve when you were younger . Im definitely way smarter at 24 than I was at 20 . Or even 22 . Relationships aren’t easy and they shouldn’t be thought of as such either . But they can be fun when things go well .

You’re welcome to dm me if you’re comfortable to talk more about this but I hope I was able to help a little 🥺💖

You’re ok darling . I bet your special someone is wondering when they’ll meet you too . Probably asking a friend rn or something !

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

hello :) i was wondering if i could request a dark imagine for either steve-o, bam or chris? i love them all and i just can’t decide! for the plot: maybe reader is a celebrity in the early 2000’s and the tabloids are romantically linking reader to the jackass guy, and she thinks they’re just friends but he’s hell-bent on it becoming more. maybe he starts being overly protective, beating up guys who try to flirt with her, trying to get her to marry him quickly so they’re tied together and can start a family soon? just stuff like that & feel free to change anything you’d like! also just let me know if you aren’t comfortable and i can change the request! thank you so so much 💖💖

Can’t Stand Losing You

Navigating relationships in LA as a up and coming model is hard, especially when your best friend wants to be more than just friends.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Dark, Angst)

1.8k Words

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, suggestive content, paparazzi, one sided relationships, unwelcome flirting, bar fights, tending to wounds, flaunting of wealth, flirting

An: Thank you for being patient with this request!! I’ve never really written something serious like this and I wanted it to be perfect!! Also first time writing imagines! Let me know if you want more! :) links to parts 2 and 3)

Of course it made sense that Bam Margera was dating some hot model chick, or at least that’s what’s the tabloids said. For a while, they bugged you- with all the big, punchy, neon graphics and all caps attention garnering text, usually mentioning how ‘crazy and insane’ he was and how nice your ass was in the same sentence.

In all honesty, you were just friends, but the media would run with anything. You two go out for lunch? They say you’re on a date. You don’t see each other for a while, and it’s trouble in paradise. You go out to the mall together? You’re shopping for wedding rings! There was just no way for you to win.

So, you kinda gave up.

But Bam didn’t.

☆彡

Once or twice a month, you’d hang out and see a movie. Usually, it’d be on Johnny’s sofa, seeing whatever he could find on pay per veiw- you lived in LA and Bam visited frequently, though you always promised to fly out to West Chester and visit the castle sometime. He’d joke that you’d be crowned the queen of castle Bam, a title you thought was pretty cute.

But tonight, he had other plans. “Hey, why don’t we go to the movies?” Bam absentmindedly proposed over the phone, “I mean, a theater- not Knoxville’s flatscreen.” You smirked at his voice, rolling over on your your bed and letting out a little giggle. “How come? Anything you wanna see?” Sitting up from your spot on your bed, you went to go get ready. “Well…we could go see that new Matrix movie.”

Bam didn’t have to ask you. He bought tickets for you and him at the best theater in LA that morning. He called the limo to come pick you up to take you there hours before.

Hell, he already put in the phone call to TMZ.

★彡

“I can’t believe this!” In awe, you gawked at the interior of the limo. Sure, you were famous, but you weren’t famous famous. You weren’t ice bucket of champagne, black leather upholstery, stretch limo famous. But Bam was. He grinned, sitting low in his seat with his knees about a mile apart, his ever present arrogant air about him.

And, of course, the second you stepped out of that limo, there came the cameras. The staccatoed flashes blinded you, disorienting you enough that you barely noticed when Bam grabbed your arm, pulling you close enough that you were almost inside his jacket and you could smell the Right Guard he was wearing. And he held you just a little too tightly, a little too close.

From your place under his arm, you didn’t even notice him mugging it up for the cameras. He was savoring this attention, but of course he was. He was eating the whole thing up. You two ducked into an alley, and all of a sudden it got very dark and very still. It was hard to see anything, but you could feel the cold, rough brick against the back of your shirt and the warmth of Bam’s torso pressed against yours. When you were sure the paparazzi had left, you let out the breath you had been holding, speaking with a pout, “I hate being famous.”

“Well…” Bam thought about what he’d tell them when he called in later, about your life together and how great of a girlfriend you are- and about how he’s probably gonna pick up that magazine when it comes out later that week. He murmured, his breath warm on the top of your head, “it has some perks.”

☆彡

Similar things would happen whenever you would go out to a bar together. However, most bars in Hollywood were used to celebrity appearances, so it didn’t cause too much of a stir when you walked in. In fact, Bam would be over the moon to introduce you to whatever famous friend he ran into there. Bon Jovi, Christina Aguilera- hell, one time you ran into Jessica Simpson!

But sometimes, it’d be just you and whatever random people decided to show up that night. And, of course, sometimes that didn’t always go well. This was one of those nights.

“Cmon…” That guy at the bar really couldn’t take a hint. You had been shutting him down for hours, and he still thought he had a chance with you. “No. I-“ you thought fast, “I have a boyfriend.” Of course, you didn’t. The closest thing you had to a boyfriend were the guys who wrote you those creepy fan letters asking for locks of your hair. He could see right through it, “So? Where’s he?”

Before you could say anything, a fist flew over your shoulder, hitting the guy square in the jaw. His neck bent back almost 90 degrees, slamming against the counter before he was hit again, the assailant stepping forward to pin him to the bar, grabbing a fistful of hair.

It was Bam, absolutely pummeling him. He had this rage in his eyes- this fire, the kind you only see on Animal Planet. “Yeah? Yeah- you fuckin like that?” His knuckles were raw and dripping with blood that wasn't his by the time he pulled away, panting like he’d just ran a marathon. And then, just then- and just barely at that- he smiled. He grinned, like an angel with a mouthful of fangs. He spat,

“Let’s go.”

★彡

The two of you ended up at your place. Bam sat on your bathroom counter as you riffled through your medicine cabinet, grabbing cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. To him, it was like nothing was wrong. He just sat there, idly swinging his feet and occasionally trying to tidy up his hair, which had gotten thoroughly ruined by the fight. Inadvertently, he was just smearing streaks of sticky red through his dark curls, the blood mixing with sweat, making his wounds sting.

Taking one of his hands in yours, you bent down to look at the dammage. Though his injuries were severe, you could still half read the words tattooed on his knuckles as you doused his hand in the antiseptic. He hissed through his teeth, and you responded with a pinched expression. “Come on, Bam! Don’t be a baby…”

You noticed a newly healing tattoo on the back of his hand. He picked up on your staring, tilting it towards you so you could examine it better. It was a heartagram- like he didn’t have enough on him- with all sorts of gothic fleur de lisses around it. You nodded, inspecting it, “Not too bad- for you, of course.”

Ignoring your jab at him, he chuckled. “Oh, if you think that one’s cool, check this one out!” He tugged up the bottom of his shirt, which was already a little too short for him, revealing a similar tattoo on his lower stomach, right above his belt. It was like a tramp stamp on the front. “Damn. That’s pretty nice, dude!” Tilting your head to get a better look, he smirked and looked down at you with these big, swollen pupils. “You’d look pretty hot with one too.”

“What…?” It caught you off guard for a second, before you broke out into a fit of laughter. “I mean it! You’d look great!” Bam chuckled too, though he seemed to be pretty genuine.

☆彡

When you couldn’t see each other, you called. Sometimes for hours at a time- you would talk far into the wee hours of the morning and then some. It’d be about anything- something he was filming, places you two liked in LA, or some photoshoot you did that day.

“Really?” You could hear the grin in his voice over the line as you two discussed a shoot you did for some fashion magazine, the name of which you couldn’t remember, “They put you in that?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed, “I know! I mean, who do I look like, Annette Benning?” Sitting on your cold tile bathroom floor, you painted your toenails fuschia with the receiver pressed against your ear with your shoulder. You added, with a flick of your wrist, “If I’m gonna come all the way out to Santa Monica, dress me in Versace!”

“Well when that comes out, I’m buying it.” Laughing at his sarcasm, you scoffed, “Oh, real nice, Bam. Like you could dress me any better!” He took a sip of his beer, shifting down in his seat, “I bet I could.”

About a week later, a package appeared on your doorstep. You didn’t remember ordering it, but hell, maybe you got too drunk with the mail order catalog. Opening it up, you gawked at what was inside. It was a slinky, deep purple velvet dress and- oh god, there was a pair of heels too, in shiny patent leather. It was hot. Really hot- maybe the best thing you had ever owned.

★彡

Of course, you did figure out who sent it after Bam called you that night, eager to know your thoughts on it. You couldn’t see him, but you were sure he was beaming when you told him how much you loved it.

And then, over the next months, more things would arrive. First it was clothes, which you could rationalize because hello? Your job was to look hot in clothes. But after a while, and a little prodding from Bam, the clothes turned into makeup. Admittedly, a friend buying makeup for another friend was kind of weird, but hell, you could still probably rationalize that. It did tip you off a little, though, when he started buying you jewelry.

“I mean,” You held the ring up to the light of the lamp in your bedroom, the diamond inset in the silver heartagram ring glinting in the light, “what even is this? You tryin’ to propose or something?” He sounded a little defensive when he replied, playing it off as a joke, “Well, I mean…April’s been bugging me about gettin’ hitched- I thought it’d be a pretty good cover up!”

You felt like he was lying, but you didn’t want to believe that. Putting on your best sarcastic tone, you retorted, “What, does she want grandchildren?” The pause on the other end of the line told you everything you needed to know. “I mean…yeah. She’s my mom- what do you expect?”

“Well, tell her she isn’t getting any.”

[frenchkisstheabyss]

💖 This one's an anon request for our adorable ot8 reacting to their s/o wearing eye patches because of their lazy eye. I am, as always, really happy that I received it. My darling, you are such a uniquely beautiful human and don't you forget it. Pairing: ot8! skz x reader Genre: fluff

Felix cares a lot about why you decided to start wearing one, to begin with. His concern doesn’t come from a place of judgment. He just wants to make sure that you don’t feel like you have to wear it in order to be attractive because he loves you exactly as you are and he’ll reassure you of that as many times as it takes for you to feel secure in that fact.  No stranger to wearing eye patches himself, Han understands that the decision to wear one isn’t the easiest to make. He truly wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin so he offers to start wearing one too so that you don’t feel awkward in certain situations. Even if it's just hanging out at home, he’d wear two and walk around blind before he left you feeling alone.  I.N doesn’t think much of you wearing an eye patch. You know it’s there. He knows it’s there. It doesn’t mean anything or change how he views you. Especially not when there are 1001 more interesting things about you than that. You’re his partner, his best friend. You're his favorite face to wake up to and his favorite voice to hear on the other end of a call. You get him in ways that no one else does. What else could possibly matter? The reaction isn’t as passive when it comes to Seungmin who’s a bit agitated about the situation. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with being worried that you made the decision because someone bullied you into it. Who did it? Just give him a name. He might be overprotective at times but it’s only because you’re so special to him. If there's anyone in this world he's a big ol' softie for it's you and that'll never change.

Hyunjin supports you wearing it since he knows you choose to do it at least partially to treat your eye but he hates that the other part of it is insecurity. Something he’s always loved to do is draw these beautiful sketches of you in his notebook. It excites him that he can add your eye patch to those portraits now. It's something new to love about you. He truly hopes that his art can make you see the beauty in you that he does. It’s no secret that Changbin loves to be showered with praise but he loves showering you with it even more. He’s far from pushy with the way he cheers you on but he’s your #1 hype man and it's basically instinct now to cheer you up when it's needed. On days when you might feel down about your eye patch, he puts in extra effort, turning to you at random moments to tell you how lucky he is to have you and he means it. Minho’s support of you isn’t too verbal. Hell will freeze over before he ever makes you feel like you can’t talk to him but his way of making you feel comfortable while wearing your eyepatch is more subtle. You can find his offerings of affection and comfort in those starry-eyed gazes in your direction, in those gentle squeezes of your hand or your thigh when he senses insecurities flaring up, and in those sweet forehead kisses that make your brain tingle.  You aren’t escaping a full-on discussion when it comes to Chan. There’s no pressure to tell him how you feel about wearing one. You can’t help but open up to him when he questions you though. He'll sit up with you all night if needed, letting you express yourself, giving you the tightest cuddles, and making you laugh with his cheesy pickup lines. At the end of the day, he just wants to make sure you’re happy with whatever you do and he’ll put his whole heart into making sure you are. 

[peonierose]

PSA

I don’t know if it’s just me? But is the fandom kinda going away or not interested in stories people put out anymore?

This isn’t me craving attention. Just trying to understand a few things.

I’m also not pointing fingers at anyone (since I’m behind on reading fics myself 😅)

Just trying to understand if people aren’t interested, too busy or if the fics are too long?

Is there something I can improve on? I write mostly fluff, because writing fun stories is how I cope with my anxiety and it helps me.

But I’ve noticed a decline in reblogs, especially with people on my perma taglist. Are you guys even interested in the stories that you get tagged in? Or do you not want to be on the taglist? Because when I don’t even get a like, it makes me think the tags didn’t work (we all know how fickle tags can be.)

I know everyone has a life outside of tumblr I understand and I’m not holding it against anyone. I’d be the last person to do that.

But honestly? I’m considering not posting any stories on tumblr after April. I’ll still host the Choices April Monthly challenge, but if people aren’t interested in my stories or my pairings I don’t want to post any stories anymore.

It hurts me that some people on my perma taglist can’t even respond to the tags. Please be honest if you’re not interested, or due to the fact that you don’t have time or because of any other reason you can’t respond to my tags that’s okay, but please at least let me know. Because it takes me a long time to write stories and to even post them. So when people can’t even respond? Yeah not very nice.

English isn’t my native tongue. It’s one of the six languages I speak, so I know my stories aren’t the best. But I’m putting a lot of effort, time and passion into them. So it really hurts me when you can’t even respond. But then I see you reblog someone else’s story? It hurts me. A lot.

And to those who would like to be added to my tags list? Just let me know 😌

I know a lot of other writers feel the same way that their stories don’t get reblogged or even get any attention. And again I’m not pointing fingers. Just trying to understand.

I will also start removing those people from my taglist who don’t respond to my tags. Sorry but I can’t keep hoping you’ll respond and then only get hurt when you don’t.

In any case thank you to those beautiful people I’ve met and who have always supported me and my writing 💖 I can’t put into words how much that means to me!

Have a beautiful day / night 💖

Lots of Love

Peonierose

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I love your OCs!! I hope these are enough questions. Or not too many.

🗣️💖🪞😱📺 Cintia

💖💍👊🫂🫶 Gemma

💼🫂🎬😢📺 Beatrix

Thank you very much for these questions! They’re enough, but feel free to send more if you want ❤️ also so sorry that it took a while to answer these, I had some work to do for grad school but here are my answers!

For Cindee:

🗣️: Does your OC speak more than one language? If they do, what languages do they speak and how did they learn them?

Cindee speaks both English (although I call it Galactic Standard in my AU, it’s the most common language spoken in Gamble Galaxy) and Spanish (still need to think of an alternate name to call Spanish in my AU). In my AU both Meta Knight and Dedede can speak Spanish (Meta Knight because he grew up speaking Spanish alongside Galactic Standard, Dedede because he taught himself how to speak Spanish after meeting Meta Knight so they could speak it together) and Cindee learned to speak Spanish from the two of them speaking it to her. She uses Spanish more often with Meta Knight, but she speaks it with Dedede too.

💖: Has your OC met Kirby? If they have, what is their relationship with him like?

Kirby first met Cindee when she was a baby. After she was cloned, Meta Knight and Dedede went around showing off their new baby to everybody, including Kirby. They let him see her and hold her and he instantly loved her. Kirby sees Cindee as being like his little sister (since he sees Dedede and Meta Knight as being like his dads) and Cindee looks up to Kirby like he’s her big brother.

🪞: Does your OC have a mirror world counterpart? If so, what is their mirror counterpart like?

She has a mirror counterpart called Shadow Cindee, but I haven’t drawn her yet. Shadow Cindee is even more reckless with her own safety than Cindee is, and she’s also even more overprotective of her loved ones, to the point that her loved ones feel stifled by it.

😱: What is one thing that your OC is afraid of, and why are they afraid of it?

Cindee’s a lot like Meta Knight (in my AU, at least) in that one of her biggest fears is that harm will come to people she cares about and she won’t be able to keep them safe. She doesn’t want to lose any people close to her, and sometimes this can lead to her being a little overprotective of her family and friends. She’s especially overprotective of her best friend Clover, since Clover isn’t that physically strong even though she’s skilled at using magic and mechs in combat.

📺: If the anime got a reboot or if there was another Kirby TV show, do you have any ideas for episodes that your OC could appear in? What would the plot be and what role would your OC play?

If the anime got a reboot, I don’t think she’d exist in it since Meta Knight and Dedede aren’t a couple in the anime. Maybe she could exist as like a one off character if they did something like that Pinky and The Brain episode “Brinky”. In that episode Brain tries to clone himself but some of Pinky’s DNA contaminates the clone and they essentially have a “son” because of that. I could see anime Dedede ordering some NME product to make a clone of himself but then the clone becomes contaminated by Meta Knight and they get Cindee out of that. I could also see it turning into a situation like in that SpongeBob episode where SpongeBob and Patrick are raising the baby scallop together. If there was an entirely different Kirby TV show made separate from the anime, then I could see Meta Knight and Dedede maybe becoming a couple and deciding to have Cindee cloned for them so they can have a child like they do in my AU.

For Gem:

💖: Has your OC met Kirby? If they have, what is their relationship with him like?

Gem hasn’t met Kirby yet, but I have plans for them to meet eventually in the Daroach backstory comic I plan to start posting next year. I think that Gem would like Kirby a lot and would relate to him because like Kirby she’s also tougher than she looks/she has a cute exterior masking some real power and strength underneath. I think Kirby would like Gem too, he’d think she’s a fun, kind, glamorous lady who gives him delicious Italian food and sings lovely songs, and he’d be a little oblivious to her more shady mob activities lmao

💍: Does your OC wear any jewelry?

I could see her having a ton of jewelry (most likely stolen if we’re being honest lmao) and wearing it for all sorts of occasions. I think she’d especially like pink diamond jewelry since it’d match her cane and her aesthetic as a whole. I could also see her really liking rubies.

👊: What would a boss fight against your OC look like? What attacks would they use and why would they be fighting Kirby?

I could see Gem maybe doing a friendly spar against Kirby to test his strength. Gem has a cane tipped with a pink diamond (it used to be her father’s, she inherited it when he died) and I could see her being able to both use magic with it and use it as a sort of staff to hit people with (I’m thinking of giving her cane some sort of fire-themed magical ability since it’d be a nice contrast to Daroach’s ice magic). Since Gem’s a mobster she also uses a tommy gun (although it’d be like Kirby’s Ranger ability guns and it’d just shoot stars instead of bullets) and since she has claws like Daroach she’d probably also have a few attacks where she slashes at enemies with her claws. She also has many underlings under her command since she’s a mob boss and she’d probably send out waves of underlings to fight for her and distract Kirby. So in a battle against Kirby, she’d use a combination of her cane, claws, gun, and would send out waves of mobster minions to attack him. Since Gem is a singer when she’s not engaging in mob activities, maybe a battle against her would also have some sort of musical component where she sings about her attacks as she fights. Gem is someone who has a flair for the dramatic and likes to put on a good show, so I think a musical boss fight would be fitting for her.

🫂: Is your OC a forgiving person, or do they tend to hold grudges?

Gem’s father was infamous for holding grudges and being ruthlessly vengeful to those who had wronged him, regardless of what their reason for wronging him was. As a result, Gem tries to not be like that. If someone wrongs her she’ll hear them out first before she decides whether or not to get vengeful. She can forgive some things, can’t forgive others, it really just depends on what the other person’s reasoning was. So she can hold grudges, but only when she deems it necessary.

🫶: Are there any canon characters that your OC ships/that your OC thinks would be a good couple? If so, has your OC ever tried to play matchmaker and set these characters up?

After meeting them, Gem can tell that Taranza and Susie have feelings for each other and thinks that they’d be cute together, so she tries to give them a nudge to confess their feelings to one another. I could see them coming to eat dinner together at the restaurant/club that Gem owns and performs at and could see Gem performing very romantic songs for them to try and get them to say something lmao

For Trixie:

💼: Does your OC have a job? If they do, what is their job and do they enjoy it?

Trixie’s current job is a bit of a spoiler for some stuff I have planned for my AU, but despite having her current job she also still dabbles in her old job of being a scientist and businesswoman. She and Max used to run the Haltmann Works Company together when they were married, but after they divorced she went and formed her own company. Trixie’s company is called Kendler Dynamic (after the divorce she changed her name from Haltmann back to Kendler). She enjoys running her company, enjoys using it to discover new things about science and technology, and enjoys profiting off of her discoveries.

🫂: Is your OC a forgiving person, or do they tend to hold grudges?

I could see Trixie being the type of person to hold a grudge. I don’t want to spoil too much of what I have planned for my AU, but following Susie’s disappearance/presumed death, she and Max grieved in different ways and found it hard to support each other in the ways that they each needed, so they eventually ended up getting divorced. Trixie held a bit of a grudge against Max because of this and after the divorce she had less and less contact with him until they eventually no longer spoke to each other. Because of this, Trixie’s unaware of the effect that Star Dream had on his mind and is also unaware that Susie is still alive. I think that Trixie would still feel some love for Max, or at the very least would still care for him, but he’d be a reminder of losing Susie, and she’d also be angry at him not supporting her enough in her grief, so she’d hold a grudge against him over that because of how painful it all feels for her.

🎬: Are there any characters from any cartoons/TV shows/movies/games/other media that remind you of your OC or that helped inspire you to make your OC? If so, what qualities do they share with your OC?

Trixie was heavily inspired by Nina Sharp from the show Fringe. My voice headcanon for Trixie is Nina’s actress Blair Brown, and I designed Trixie to have a very similar personality to Nina. In the show Nina is a businesswoman who’s very cunning and mysterious, she has her own agenda but is also an ally to the main protagonist Olivia, and Nina will use her company to help out Olivia and the other protagonists on occasion. Nina also develops an almost motherly relationship with Olivia over the course of the show and grows to care for her deeply. Trixie is similar to Nina in that they’re both very cunning businesswomen trying to accomplish their goals but they also have a caring and motherly side to them. Trixie’s company Kendler Dynamic is also inspired by Massive Dynamic, the company that Nina helps run in Fringe. Massive Dynamic is a company involved in both the development and production of biotechnology/technology in general, weapons, and medical equipment/pharmaceuticals, and I see Kendler Dynamic as being very similar to that.

😢: Is your OC open with their emotions, or do they tend to keep their feelings bottled up inside?

I see Trixie as being very similar to Susie (in my AU at least) in that they both feel things very strongly but tend to keep it bottled up until it becomes so intense that it can’t be bottled up anymore. Then they have a moment of emotional vulnerability that they can no longer hide and they end up feeling a little embarrassed about showing strong emotions/they worry that it makes them look weak.

📺: If the anime got a reboot or if there was another Kirby TV show, do you have any ideas for episodes that your OC could appear in? What would the plot be and what role would your OC play?

I honestly don’t have any ideas for how she’d fit into the anime universe, but if there was a new Kirby show that more closely followed the timeline of the games I could see the show doing something like having Trixie appear in flashbacks/in Susie’s memories from her childhood and then eventually there’s finally this big reveal type of episode where Susie learns that her mom is still alive (since Susie thinks she’s dead at this point) and she reunites with her.

This is an idea for a fanfiction that I had (but that I’ve not yet had time to actually write because I’m too busy with grad school 🥲) but I had this idea for a plot where Taranza and his mom help Susie learn to cook a favorite meal from her childhood (because in my AU Susie doesn’t really know how to cook anything, as when she was a child she would just eat whatever she could scrounge up while stuck in Another Dimension and now as an adult she just eats takeout, frozen meals, or instant noodles) and I could see this fanfiction idea maybe translating into a TV show episode with a flashback component where we see a younger Trixie and Max cooking for little Susie. One day I’ll turn this idea into a fanfiction, I just have too many other things going on at the moment 🥲

Thank you again for all the asks!